Have you ever made a decision that you would dearly regret in the future?
Have you ever faced the consequences of such actions?
Well I have, and I have been given another chance to change that decision...
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"Hey are you okay? Are you crying?"
Lookin...
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"I didn't wish to meet you like this."
Mikey stood in front of a kneeling Takemichi-who was shot in his abdomen. As the white haired man started turn around, his eyes followed unconsciously the purple tips of his locks. Feeling a small ghost of a hand resting on his shoulder.
"-save... you..."
Mikey's eyes slowly widened in horror at the words coming behind him.
"I'll... save you... no matter what...!!" The wounded man behind him choked out in ragged takes. Every breathe he took felt like a stab in his lungs, "For you... I'll do it as many times as I can..."
Mikey stared out the wide window that took the entire wall, his tired and blank gaze didn't change as his grip on the broken wooden sword on his hip tightened, "What is this...? A confession...??" He laughed humorless. He continued to walk in way that held his posture in a more elegant manner. Almost as if he were trying to impose as someone else, "I'll end everything here and now..."
He made his way to the roof, stepping up the rails, his exhausted eyes trailed over the lights brightening up his dark vision, "You would have been scolding me right now..." He whispered to himself as if someone were standing behind him. Watching him with a sad smile. Their blue locks tied up in a messy bun as it didn't stop their bangs from curtaining the illumines eyes, the shade of wisterias.
Shouts of protest were thrown in the air, but none were heard by the tired man. His eyes looking up at the dark night, and the next second, his body felt weightless. Arms and legs spreading out as if he were flying in the air. A silent last dance with death.
But with a jerk of his arm, Mikey snapped his cat-like gaze up to meet the one who dared stop his descent. Blood spluttered across Mikey's face as the one held responsible shouted at him furiously.
"I WILL NOT LET YOU DIE-!!"
Takemichi had ran across the room and managed to grab his arm in time of his decent by his level in the rundown warehouse, "Hurry up and grab my hand-! I don't have much time left!" He coughed a bit. Blood was practically drowning him. It covered his shirt like a soaked blanket. His nose gushing blood down his face and onto the other's.
"This is stupid... I literally just tried to kill you.. Yet-." Mikey glared up his Captor's blood shot eyes.
"Mikey... Please... I'm losing conscious...!"
Mikey shook his head, "Let go of your hand. I want to end everything here and now..." His free hand clutched the broken wooden blade. It's tiger engraving split in half, dried blood splattered across the running tiger's torso.
Takemichi felt his eyes begin to burn and sting, squinting he spoke, "C'mon... You'll regret doing that...!" His bloody hands sliding a bit on his grip, "Mikey-Kun... Quick..." He repeated the word like a mantra, "I'll definitely save you... I'll go back into the past as many times as I need to."
