Mikasa Kecil Novels & Stories

However, although they had the same name, they were not the same mountain. It was not until the 1940s that the administrative unit of Yehooda was reorganized, and several villages in the area were merged to form a new municipal district. It was then known as Mikasa City. Coal mining, which had lasted for almost a century, was completely discontinued in Mikasa City. It was also one of the least populated cities in the entire Yehooda Kingdom with less than a million people living here. The majority of residents lived at home, and the only decent jobs were monopolized by a few giant corporations.

We walked in silence until Sasha and Dmitry were out of sight. ‘How are you Misha?’ I attempted. ‘Good.’ He pulled out a cigarette, offering me one before lighting the one in his mouth. I held up my hand shaking my head. ‘Do you mind if I…?’ ‘No, I don’t mind’ He took a long drag of his cigarette before looking at me, I detected a hint of sadness in his eyes as he scanned my face. Although much taller than I was, Misha held a certain boyish look to him still. Tall and almost too skinny with gangly arms and legs, he was still very attractive. Full, dark eyebrows made his grey eyes stand out and the lashes that framed them were long and thick. He had a hint of a cleft chin on his closely shave

Why would Miki come to Japan, a country that might be her birth country by law, but one that she had never seen nor stepped foot in, not even once? Miki was silent for several moments before turning to meet Yuri’s eyes. “I wanted to see you,” she said simply. “That is enough reason for me, don’t you think?” Yuri’s eyes widened a slight fraction, and Miki turned back to staring at her shoes. “So I came to Japan and enrolled myself into a middle high school. I have papers that says I’m an emancipated minor, so it is no problem enrolling myself into school. That was three years ago. I was fifteen then.”

************************************************* 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.

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