Kanto Mikey Novels & Stories

************************************************* Warning: Alternative POVs ************************************************* 1-04-2113 (11:00 pm Kyoto: Original City, Japan) ************************************************* Isuzu Kai-Mikumi hated Japan. Well no, she hated her home, not so much the country. The country had never wronged her. As far as she was aware, she’d lived a relatively blessed life, good friends, and a good neighborhood. She was treated relatively well, and on certain days she had the love of a man; biologically her father.

She did as I asked and the second she finished parking she looked at me, "you are the best thing to ever happen to me... thank you for this... thank you..." I took my bag and opened the door then got out... "sure pussy... I'm still not sure how I'm friends with you...but then... I'm gone..." "Be okay.. And call me..." I waved her off and opened the gate...Then got in. I immediately saw Mikey standing by the door, exactly where the spare key stays. I smiled as I recognised him from the pictures in Kat's bedroom. I had no idea what to expect. Was he going to like me or was he going to hate me and make my life a living hell.

I thought. “Thank you, Mythi. You girls take care too. And tell your unnie to chill and smile sometimes.” Blue chuckles. Then he turns to me. “See you when I see you, Hawkeye. I need to go now.” “See you. Take care.” I say and Blue walks away from us. I turn to Mythi, I guess. “Hello. I’m Miko.” “Hello, Miko-oppa? You’re older than me, right?” She asks.

Miaka’s P.O.V “Kaleb Takeshi; height six feet two, grey eyes with central heterochromia; age : twenty years.” Kathy turned her laptop towards me with an image of Kaleb on the screen. “This him?” “Yes.” I nodded, frowning. “So…nothing fishy about him?”

Man, what a happy past . "Mirchan? What are you thinking?" Mikey asked me. "Nothing. Just a happy memory of mine." I answer him. He eats taiyaki here at the shrine. "You? What are you thinking?" "Hm? Oh .. I'm thinking about her." Mikey replied. "Man, who? Which of the two?" I asked him. "Her." he replied. I gasped. Jeez, can't believe he's not yet over with Yen.

Wait, am I? I looked around to seek assurance but their faces begun to get serious—like they heard something intriguing or I just dropped a hint. "My apology, but what do you mean by car?" Merko asked. "Its a means of transportation for convenience invented by humans. They are made of metals and rubbers, those sort of things," Yamiko replied. Well then, I must say he knew a lot. "So then, by stating transportation, I recalled,Mherkealla was the only Kerieko who uses blue smoke to move from one place to another. Might it be related to her?" asked Yura.

Pepper is dragon and incredibly special. I'm lying in the grass and daydreaming because that's what lazy father dragons do for about three minutes each day. I'm imagining the portrait of Jewel and Pepper that now hangs in our great room. Mikael drew it. He barely survived Drakon's attack and his injuries keep him from a fulltime job. He has become our resident artist because he's surprisingly good. He lost most of the fingers on his left hand, but it doesn't keep him from producing amazing portraits that are now sprinkled around our castles.

It must be an old car too! I think I know which car. I know this sound. Is it Mikey?

"I'm Jesse Akerman. Such a pleasure to finally meet you." Michael took in his hand and pressed his with a firm shake. "Nice to meet you, too, Jesse." His jolly greeting. His eyes were a calm shade of blue-gray, and shallow lines were drawn on his forehead and the edges of his eyes as he smiled. Despite his tall and seemingly strong figure, there was just a radiating gentleness and kindness from within him. It was no wonder he was the Maine's best horse-breeder. Horses are extremely intelligent beings, they can sense a person's character just by their touch.