Chapter 4

                                    

                                          
"I don't understand Mikey. Why're they here?" You asked the moment the two of you stepped out of the abandoned warehouse.
To say you were baffled by Kisaki and Shu's presence at tonight's meeting was an understatement. Mikey hadn't given you an explanation for why the two men have appeared before him twice now without meeting their rightful ends. You couldn't comprehend how he was able to keep himself from shredding his sister's killers into pieces when it had taken every cell in your body to refrain from pouncing on Kisaki and beating him to a pulp a second time.
But then again, why should you expect Mikey to do anything to them when you were still in one piece.
"I'm hungry," Mikey stated, standing by your bike and looking at you expectedly.
You wanted to scream at him, to shake him and demand an explanation for his cool demeanour. Instead, you just sighed, walked over to your bike, and handed him his helmet. Mikey groaned but put it on anyway since you refused to give him a ride if he didn't.
Safety was especially important when riding with someone like you who liked their hair to brush against the pavement on every turn. If Mikey wanted a taste of that adrenaline rush he would have to wear the damn thing whether he liked it or not.You had even gone as far as buying him his own Kevlar jumpsuit so he could accompany you when you went out racing. You remembered the look of pure overjoy on Mikey's face the day you had gifted the gear to him, his consistent begging for you to let him ride along during your races had finally paid off.
The image of Draken's disapproving face popped into you head. Draken had hated the fact you participated in underground bike races. He used to always lecture you about the dangers you were putting yourself in by getting involved with street racing clubs but you had always thought it was big talk for someone who was literally the Vice President of a biker gang. You also couldn't take his scolding very seriously when he would always show up to the races alongside Mikey and cheered you on despite himself.
That is until the night another racer had crashed into you, sending you flying off your bike and skidding across the pavement for ten solid seconds. If it hadn't been for your top notch gear—courtesy of your rich, deadbeat father—you would've definitely been skinned alive. Luckily, you had woken up in a hospital bed with only a broken arm, leg, two ribs, and a very angry Draken staring down at you. That accident was why you were so insistent on Mikey gearing up whenever you took your beloved bike for a spin.
Draken never showed up to another one of your races again, too afraid he'd watch you die next time, and he nearly took a bat to your precious bike the day you had gifted Mikey his gear even after you practically broke every bone in your body.
Now thinking back to it, you couldn't believe you ever hoped for Draken to reciprocate your feelings considering all you ever did was cause him stress. You should've used the weekly allowances your father sent you to keep up with your figure skating dreams instead of wasting it on a sports motorcycle and obscene amounts of Dorayaki.
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This happened too often, finding yourself standing somewhere you couldn't recall bringing yourself to due to the constant whirling of thoughts in your head.
You sat in the booth across from Mikey, the waitress coming over and placing two cups of water on the table, "the usual?" She smiled kindly, earning small nods from both of you. She couldn't help but notice that lately, her two usually annoying but very charming customers were missing their tall, handsome babysitter friend, but refrained from questioning it. Instead, she made sure to return with both meals having cute flags pricked up idly on them.
You chewed slowly, your usually fierce appetite absent. Things had been like this a lot lately, you and Mikey in each other's presence but not uttering a word to one another.