Takemichi X Mikey Novels & Stories

he says, tossing the page away. He eyes me curiously, and when I catch a certain scent, I grimace instantly. Sure enough Mikey pops out somewhere in the back, seemingly from a hole in the ground. He dashes to me in an instant. Like usual, he’s not wearing the standard suit the males in my family do. He’s got on a t-shirt that’s so worn it has a few scattered holes, and jeans equally old that are slung so low on his hips a female would be drooling over his skin on display. His body is a swarm of random tattoos and scars he wears with pride. Though none are on his face and glaringly obvious like mine. I instantly try to come up with a reason for being here right now, but I don’t have one. Then

“I hope so.” “Well, it's been fun, but I need to get home,” Mikey says as he stands to leave. Tanya and I stand to walk him toward the door. Before walking out the door, Mikey turns to face us. He grabs Tanya and pulls her into an embrace. “I’m glad that you remember who we are. I hated lying to you.” “Thanks for everything, Mikey.” “You’re welcome, sis,” Mikey tells Tanya before letting her go. He grabs me and pulls me into a hug. “Make sure you make this right,” Mikey whispers in my ear before letting me out of the embrace. I nod my head in understanding.

And I would know theirs. I looked at them both. "But I'm willing to do whatever it takes." No matter how uncomfortable and embarrassing. Joshua sat up straight. "Me too." He spoke with determination in his voice. Mikey looked at both of us. He then nodded. "I'm in." I nodded at him and held out my hands to both of them. They took them. I could tell we were all nervous. If this didn't work, I didn't know what I would do. "Just saying," Mikey spoke suddenly. "If you see a memory of me peeing in a pool or two, I can explain-"

The following day, Micha was curled up next to me in my room as I read a romance novel. Adagio and I have not seen each other since this morning. I was content and at ease even though I had to do something I did not want to. I never had depression or obsessive worry about things. I let it go and accept it, whether I like it or not. What else can we do? Waste our happy lives? That's a no. A knock on the door startled me. Micha was also startled by the sudden noise and let out a bark.

He walked to me and I spread my legs for him where he slid in and settle between my thighs. His hand ran up my neck and into my hair. I leaned into him in a split second, eyes closing to flutter open as fast. “There will always be secrets in this relationship tesoruccia.” His voice was soft yet very firm. His thumb rubbed on my jaw and cheek. “There are some parts of me I will try to never show to you. Ugly parts. I am not a good person mia amata.”

Castiel smiled nostalgically, “and stealing some territories.” “One of them being from the late Kentin?” They exchanged defiant glances. “Exactly” Castiel licked his lips again, speaking slowly, with a subliminal message shining in his gaze. “Right, in your photos on social networks on your social networks, and now under my eyes, I can see tattoos. Is it a brand of your mafia, or just a taste?” “There's a mark, yes.” “Angel wings?” Hope pressed the pen in his hand when he realized he released an implicit statement from the photos he saw the day before. Castiel raised one of his eyebrows, tipping his head to the side, and Hope kept his gaze, pretending he wasn't intimidated by it. But she was

he said quickly, his voice trembling now, “I didn’t mean to hit you! I love you, okay? I just…” I cut him off, my voice breaking. “You’ve completely lost your mind.” His face darkened, all softness gone. He turned to the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a syringe filled with a clear liquid. “He took everything from me,” Maxello muttered, pacing. “Rolex took you, took my family’s respect, took my future. But I can fix it. I can make it right. It’ll be just us again, Mia. I promise.” I struggled to pull away, my heart hammering wildly. “No! Don’t touch me!”

Saul “We have brought the adventurers with us.” The man showed the two SS-ranked adventurers behind him. Suna Mikiya, and Clairmont Rodrigar. The girl named Suna Mikiya has a clean and innocent look on her face. Her bright frosty blue eyes were wide and friendly, and her rosy lips curved to form a warm smile. Contrary to Suna’s friendly looks, Clairmont Rodrigar’s expression was calm and aloof. Despite his demeanour, his appearance is an embodiment of fury in itself; bronze skin and raven eyes. His eyes were the shade of gold with a slight hue of red.

It helped that Tara had stopped wailing. I placed a grounding hand against the wall and took in my surroundings. Kade and I were in a tight corner, standing on a midway platform for a set of emergency stairs that snaked around the apartment building. This was a good spot. It was unlikely anyone would come up or down these stairs while we were here. No chance of someone interrupting or overhearing our conversation. I muttered, “Do you two know each other?” “Soren—” “Do.” I spoke through clenched teeth. “You know each other? Just answer the question.”

"You have got to stop doing that—popping up out of nowhere like some kind of ghost! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?" Rimba chuckled softly, stepping closer at an unhurried pace as he peeled off his leather gloves. "Not trying to give you a heart attack. Just wanted to make sure the dean's beloved model student actually makes it home in one piece." "Our arrangement's already finished for tonight, Maestro. And my head's pounding, but not because of the bar count—it's because I have to keep dealing with an arrogant guy whose favorite hobby is picking fights with my life," Michi shot back, sharp, even though deep down she knew the real reason was far more complicated than that.