Cri De Coeur ||Mikayuu||

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The events of the performance did in fact result in a beating for me and insults to Mika. All for the destruction of a tank. It was just one tank, man. And he lost his shit over it.

Although Mika didn't seem disturbed this time, staring at the Ringleader with a blank face. Hiding his emotions. Even his eyes betrayed nothing. Maybe it did get to him. I don't know.
He was acting strange...

Did it have to do with that girl?

Circus Tristesse cleanup crew was recently  assigned the task of cleaning up glass and water from the stage, Lola dancing around with a mop, hopping over glass shards that everyone else was sweeping up.
"So you had no memory of the neat stuff you did?" Colette asked as she pried glass from her foot, blood dripping from it. It popped out and she chuckled. The loony one was in control.
"Nope. Not at all."
"Well, lemme tell ya, I saw a grown man piss himself." She cackled, putting her shoes on despite the blood still present, grabbing Lola as she slid past on the wet floor no longer covered in shards of glass. "No sliding, sweetheart, you'll interfere with the cleanup duty." She clicked her tongue, taking the mop from her hand and spinning it like a baton. Of course, that resulted in a mop sailing through the sky. It landed anti-climatically in the center of our sweeping, Mika pausing, his broom still in both hands, the dust pan still in mine. We blankly stared at it, an awkward silence enveloping everyone. Colette looked at it and sighed.
"That's unfortunate." She said loudly. Lola and Ferid laughed so hard they fell on the floor, although the latter was in a chair so he was now in between seats.
"The trash has vanished." Asuramaru announced ceremonially. I snorted, almost laughing at his jokes for once.
"Oh wow apparently your sense of humor is insulting Ferid. Noted."

It is not.

It took a while, but the mess was cleaned up and transferred to a black trash bag. The Ringleader was nowhere in sight, Colette wandering off mindlessly and calling out for him. We watched her walk out of the room, and return a few minutes later with a different personality.
"Why the fuck was I standing in a hallway?" She asked angrily. Everyone shrugged instinctively, not wanting to go through the trouble of explaining what happened to her. "Oh. Yeah. You guys wouldn't know what was going on through my mind, and neither do I. What a fucked up arrangement." Colette grumbled, kicking an audience seat, which startled the two remaining stage hands.
"Anger issues, much?"
That's kinda this personality's thing, Asuramaru.
"I know, but still."

The rest of the night was extremely boring, everyone entertaining themselves in mundane ways. Colette was sketching on a piece of paper, Lola was stretching and massaging her joints, Ferid was gone, and Mika was blankly staring at a wall with me. I was having a heated conversation with Asuramaru about pigeons, so I assumed Mika was doing something similar. Then he turned his head to me, and I turned to him.

"Hey, Yuu, let's explore."

It was actually easier to sneak out than we thought, merely opening the door of the truck and leaving. Although, we knew there were constant eyes watching over us, and took to the performance center. Unlike the one in New York and more so like the one in England, this building was only a theatre. It was an old opera house, so there were two staircases on either side by the stage for private viewing areas, often closed off. Mika told me it was because Lola kept making faces at the viewers. When we entered the control room, I dramatically flipped the light switch with both hands.
"And God said, 'Let there be light!'" I shouted, hands in the air. Mika looked at me in all of his Christian glory.
"What?"
He shook his head.

"You're ridiculous."

There was a closed off door we passed on our journey that Mika gave a stink eye to, but I couldn't quite place why. We found a rat in the backstage, which resulted in a panic and me throwing a chair at the creature.
"Well, this day sure was eventful." Mika sighed as we walked out on to the stage, staring at each other rather than the empty audience seats enveloped in darkness.
"Sure was. I guess you could say it was a shattering experience." I flashed him a cheesy grin, watching his blank face stare back at me, expecting a comment about what a horrible joke that was. But he snorted. And erupted with laughter, the room seeming to brighten merely by the sound. His eyes crinkled before they closed, white teeth standing out with his fangs. Mika laughed so hard he had doubled over, clutching his stomach. He had dimples he was laughing so much. I was taken aback, a feeling like I had completed something to benefit the world. In a way, I had. That smile could cure cancer, even after all of these years. His blond hair shook as he kept laughing, but it slowed as he straightened up, wiping at his eyes.

This was it. This was what it took to make me fall even harder for him

"Your jokes are so stupid, and I love them. Even your god damn sacrilegious joke." He shook his head, a smile still across his lips. After all this time I've spent making the same jokes, I finally got that bastard to laugh.

Whatever that kid said to Mika, I loved her for it.

"Mika, you know that your smile was the one thing I missed the most about you, right?" I asked, looking at him in my seat. We had decided to vault of the blockade covering the private seating. He turned his head from being pressed against his knees that were on the seat with him, cheek instead next to it.
"Really?" He asked, fiddling with his sweater sleeves. I nodded, taking one of his hands, interlocking our fingers.
"I mean, I missed everything about you, but I remembered looking forward to seeing your smile every day. When you were gone, I didn't know what to look forward to for the oncoming days."
"Aw, now I'm gonna cry. I still feel like shit for not doing anything to tell you I'm alright " he mumbled, swiping at his eyes. There were little bits and pieces of him poking out now, but not everything. He still needed room to adjust. He would still have part of the person I met performing in a Circus with tired eyes in him, I knew.
"Don't cry, I can kinda understand why you didn't. I mean, you were a kid being told he was worthless and whatever the hell happens when you try and escape."
"Well I mean I'm just one person. Don't really make a difference in the world." He shrugged. He had a point, but that was no way to think of yourself. He got that self pitying look on his face, that changed when I spoke to some form of surprise.

"Well then, Mika, let's make a difference in the world."