𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓| 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

❦ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ❦

Upon waking up, your
head throbbed painfully.
As you groaned and looked around, your eyes widened in shock.

Above you, you saw a pair of dark, intense eyes staring back at you, narrowed with an unreadable expression.

'Is the fight over?'
Sitting up, you realized you were on top of a carriage container.

"Mikey...where's Kakucho?"
you uttered, your voice tinged with both surprise and concern.

His presence here, looking decidedly unhappy, suggested he might have discovered your recent actions—possibly switching sides or betraying his trust.

"Was it really worth it, [name]?"

You were acutely aware of Mikey's dark impulses and the consequences of not being on his side.
Now, facing him in this unexpected and precarious situation, you couldn't predict how he would react or what this encounter would mean for your future.

Mikey's question hung in the air, thick with tension. You took a deep breath, the throbbing in your head dulling slightly as you tried to gather your thoughts.

"I trusted you,"
he said quietly, his eyes never leaving yours.
"And you went behind my back."

You felt a pang of guilt,
but you stood your ground.

"I did it for the greater good.
For everyone, including you."
Mikey's expression hardened.

"You're only using me as a pawn,"
you accused, your voice laced with bitterness.

Mikey's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and disdain.

"I thought I already made that clear to you. How naive can you be?"

His words struck you like a physical blow, and you staggered slightly, struggling to keep your balance on the moving carriage container.

The realization that he had never truly valued you, that you were nothing more than a tool to him, cut deeper than any physical wound. The sharp pain in your throat as you held back tears only intensified your anger.

You stood to your feet, your legs unsteady but determined. Your lips twitched into a scowl, the betrayal and frustration boiling over.

You felt the sting of his manipulation acutely now, and it infuriated you that he had played you so easily.

Takemichi and Chifuyu's warnings echoed in your mind, their words hauntingly prophetic.

"Why, Mikey?"
you demanded, voice trembling with a mix of rage and hurt.
"Why did you have to use me like this? Was I nothing more than a disposable piece in your game?"

Mikey's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing.
"You chose to be part of this, [Name]. You knew the risks.
Don't act like a victim now."

You clenched your fists, the urge to strike him almost overwhelming.
But you knew that physical violence wouldn't solve anything.
It would only play into his hands, confirm his belief that you were nothing more than a pawn.