Lost (Mikoto Suoh X Reader)

8: questions

●Anna pov●
"Those two been a lone for awhile" Yata says standing in front of the stairs with his fits on his hips. "They hardly know each other it's not like they'll do anything" Rikio says stuffing a pizza in his face.

"Leave them alone. We don't need to interfere with their....bonding" Kusanagi responds shining his wine glasses as usual.

I sat there at the bar watching my red marbles circle a map I have.

"Look I don't see why Mikoto still has her around. If you ask me she seems trouble" Yata exclaims, he walks over to the couch with his hands on his head and sits down.

"I think she suits our king" Tatara smiling as usual. I look over at him, he is only a centimeter away from me so I light kick him. He looks at me confused then smiles.

"I agree" I finally spoke, "her red matches his."

"WHOA WHOA WHOA! Her red?" Yata stands up yelling, "she's not even apart of HOMRA."

"She will be"

As if on cue the two soon to be lovers come down the stairs.

"Enjoy the tour?" Kusanagi asked leaning on the bar with his elbow smirking. "Yes" yn smiles to him, "it is a very lovely bar you have" she added. He chuckles, "why thank you madame."

◇Yn pov◇
I look over at Yata who was glaring at me. I glare back him, then I winked at him with a smirk, that glare of his turned into a blush real quick.

"I believe I over stayed my welcome" I spoke up. Just as my hand was a bout to touch the door handle, Tatara and Yata jumped right in front of it; blocking it with their bodies.

"NO" they both yell "you can't go"

I raise an eyebrow at them, I turn my head to look at Mikoto. His ass just stood there nonchalant about the situation. Out of know where Tatara takes my hand leading (more like dragging me) to the couch near the jukebox and sat me down.

Tatara sat on the coffee table, making sure we were face to face. Yata literally jumped on it, landing on it perfectly, I'm surprised he didn't break it. Then Rikio came and sat on it, now I'm definitely surprised he didn't break it. You know considering he is a uhhh you know, fat.

"What are your intentions with our king?" Yata asked leaning in my face. I move my head a little surprised at that question.

I stood up in front of them; towering over them. I shook my head and made my hands cross each other while I shook them.

"No no no"... "you got the wrong idea. Your king is...uuuhhh ment to have someone who is-" I trailed off, "just no." With that I ran out the bar.

●Kusanagi pov●
I softly chuckle to myself. I pushed my glasses up to make sure they don't slip, I look up at Mikoto, who is just standing there with his hands in the pockets of his jacket, just staring at the door.

"Boy Mikoto you'll have your hands full with that one"

He glares at me

"If I remember I am the hand full" he says sitting on the couch.

"Oh so you're just going to let her go?" Tatara asks leaning over Mikoto with his fists on his hips. "There's nothing to go after. After this stupid party, she'll go back to whatever she does and I'll go back to...whatever." I could tell there was some sort of hurt in Mikoto's voice.

'Oh Mikoto when will you learn' I bowed my head at the thought.

◇Yn pov◇
'What are your intentions with our king?'

Those words, that question, the tension. I felt the tension, the curiosity in the question, those words...those damn words. They rang on my head like a school bell.

"FUCK" I yell

I kick over a trash can in the alley I traveled in. I grip my hair, I pace back and forth, then I start walking in circles. I rest my forearm on the brick wall and rest my head on my arm. I start to laugh, I turn over and resting my back against the wall.

"I got some damn bad intentions" I smile resting my head on the wall. "I got some damn bad intentions."

♡Mikoto pov♡
"THAT IS NOT TRUE BOSS" Rikio yells eating egg rolls.

Sometimes I wonder wear all this damn food comes.

"She may have been here only like... what?" Rikio says looking around the room, "Look that don't matter, she seems to make you a little happy"

I close my eyes tight, wanting to block out the truth.

'There's nothing there. There's nothing there' I thought trying convince myself.

"There is Mikoto" Anna's delicate voices says, "you feel something"

"ENOUGH" I yell standing up, "YOU'RE RIGHT I FEEL SOMETHING"

I storm out the bar to get some fresh air. I light a cigarette to releave my stress a little. I lean against a light pole, thinking.

'Do I feel something?'

"Feelings" I say smug, but then I start laughing, "but we do have some intentions."

"Some damn bad intentions."