Eighty Two

                                    

                                          
It's been one week since New Years Day.  You were currently seated on the leather sofa in the Kantou Manji Gang's office building, taking in the view of Tokyo from the large glass windows. Sanzu was in his office, doing whatever paperwork he was doing. The occasional yells of frustration were heard from his office room, causing you to snicker. Kokonoi was tapping away at his laptop, doing his financial work. Mikey was sitting opposite you, staring at you, as he was munching on Dorayaki, as always.
                          
"Don't over eat the dorayaki, Mikey." You turned your head to face Mikey. 
                          
"Mhm," was all he replied, continuing to eat it. He was about to grab another one, but you snatched it from him. 
"Y/N-chin~ give it back," he whined, reaching his hands out towards you. 
                          
"No, I think you've had enough. Move around a bit and then I'll give it back."
                          
"Fine, spar with me for a bit then."
                          
You didn't expect Mikey to say this, out of all things he could've said. "Okay sure. Right here?"
                          
"There's a free floor downstairs. Go there," Kokonoi chimed in, looking up from his laptop. He outstretched his hands and cracked his knuckles, before closing the laptop lid and stood up. "I'm coming with you. I wanna watch this spar." He walked over to Sanzu's office door and knocked, where Sanzu yelled some incoherent words to Koko.
                          
"Let's go, Y/N-chin." Mikey said in a serious tone, as he walked towards the elevator, with you closely following behind him.
                          
The room was bare. There was literally nothing in it, just ceiling lights and walls. However, the floor was soft, like those you would see gymnasts perform their floor routines. This room was purposely constructed for sparring.
                          
"Okay, first one to land a hit wins." Koko said, arriving right behind you and Mikey, followed by Sanzu. Sanzu had a small look of annoyance in his face, presumably from the small argument him and Koko had earlier. 
                          
"Gimme back my dorayaki if I win." Mikey spoke, looking at the dorayaki in your hand. You nodded, and handed it to Koko to hold until the match was over. 
                          
"Gimme something to do here, since I'm part of this gang now. If I win." You stated back, claiming your conditions. 
                          
"I was going to give you something to do either way," Mikey retorted, shrugging his shoulders.
                          
"Ready?" Koko exclaimed as you and Mikey both nodded your head. "Begin!"
                          
Neither of you moved a muscle. It was an intense stare off, where both of you just observed each other's body and stance, watching for the smallest ounce of movement. 
Mikey moved his leg forward a millimetre, causing you to rush forward, starting the exchange in blows. You rushed in close to Mikey, releasing a powerful spinning heel kick to his temple. He blocked it, but the force sent him skidding backwards a few metres. He shook out his arms to dissipate the force from your kick. He rushed in towards you and did the temple kick, the move he was most well-known for. You dodged it, bending your body backwards and flipping back onto your feet. Mikey anticipated your move and ran in close while you were flipping. 
He was below your chin, and swiped upwards, attempting to make his fist contact your chin. You ducked your head away, just in time. You felt the air from his punch whisk past your nose. You quickly grabbed his arm and turned your back to him. You were about to flip him over your back and slam him into the floor, but he wrapped his legs around your waist, causing you to fall to the floor as there was suddenly more weight on one side of your body. You fell to the floor, with Mikey sitting on top of your stomach. He used his legs to trap yours, rendering your legs useless. You tried to reach for his throat, an effort to get him off you, but he was able to read your movement once more. He grabbed your hand and slammed it harshly to the floor, earning a small hiss from your lips. You tried to use your other and only free limb to get him off, by prying at his hands which held your other hand above your head but he caught it too. You had no more limbs to attack him with. It was the end of your sparring with Mikey. Both you and Mikey were panting heavily, as neither of you had engaged in a spar at such a high intensity, at such a fast pace.