"kisaki will finally back down."

(2016)

cops cocked their gun at mikey, even though he was just sitting in the room with them. they all pointed it at him, but he had no care in his face. it was emotionless, even more than usual. "manjiro sano." a guy walked to him with the gun facing him. "why did you, toman's commander, turn yourself in?"

mikey just looked down, he didn't even respond. a tear dropped on the ground but he still sat in his place. "answer me." he neared the gun to his face.

mikey threw his head down. "just kill me already."

—

4 hours ago

mikey kept looking backwards every single second. "what the hell is going on with you?" y/n told him, staring straight in his eyes.

he's been feeling the guy following them for the past 2 hours. mikey squeezed y/n's hand in anger. "what the hell is that guy's deal? why is he following us?" mikey tried to not look back at the guy with the black hoodie. what angered him most is that he recognized the familiar gaze, and that could not be good. so he watched over y/n like a hawk.

"do you think he's our good friend kisaki?" y/n joked, not looking back.

mikey shook his head as a no. "why was that your first thought?" mikey asked her.

y/n swung his hand back and forth. "well your business partner"

"not my business partner"

"your business partner has had his eyes on me for the past decade. remember when he tried to ruin our wedding just out of spite?" y/n reminded him.

that day was a mess. a bomb threat was called (by kisaki) and the police were swarming the area. but they still managed to save the wedding. "yeah i remember it." mikey sighed. "who knows? maybe that guy's just one of kisaki's soldiers.."

mikey looked back in realization, looking at the same guy. kisaki's soldier. this cannot possibly be good. mikey immediately pulled y/n by her hand, running away. not discreetly at all. y/n immediately understood and followed his pace. so kisaki's soldier matched theirs.

if it really was kisaki's soldier then the only thing he craved was blood lust. so they rushed over to any place, all that mattered to mikey was that y/n was safe.

he led y/n to a parking lot as he hurried while walking through it. but something stopped him. y/n stopped him with his hand. "come on, y/n." mikey tugged at her hand.

y/n sighed with gloomy eyes. "nothing's gonna happen if we run away, mikey." y/n sighed sadly. "something is going to happen to one of us. something bad. i'm sure of it. my gut feeling is never wrong."

mikey squinted his eyes and turned back to her. she did predict something bad would happen in the valhalla fight, without any clues. maybe she is right. but that's bad, isn't it? "but y/n nothing is.." mikey barely let out. "what if something does happen?"

y/n tried to force on a smile. "it doesn't matter.. we're everlasting, right?" y/n asked him. everlasting. a word thrown around when the two were mentioned. it resembled their never-ending relationship.

and that's when he felt it, a gut feeling. and it wasn't wrong. "yes.. everlasting." mikey lied, and she knew too. that overwhelming feeling clawed at both of them and wasn't going to go anytime soon. something will happen and it's true.

y/n made her way towards mikey and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him. and he hugged her back. "if anything happens to you.. i wouldn't know how to live with myself." y/n gripped on his shirt.

"nothing will happen to begin with." mikey hugged her waist even tighter.

y/n looked behind mikey and sighed. "yeah.. i'll make sure of it." y/n turned him over to the other side.

a loud bang sound echoed through the empty parking lot. mikey looked around for where that song came from. "where did that come from?" mikey tried to let go of y/n but she held tighter. she began sliding down so mikey did the same because of her grip. "y/n, what's wrong?"

y/n's breath grew heavier and slower. hots tears falling down on his shirt. "thank you.. for everything, mikey. i love you." y/n's arms slid off of his neck slowly.

she smiled to him before falling to the ground. a pool of blood surrounding her. a late tear rolled down y/n's dead cheek. her eyes still open, but faint.

mikey widened his eyes and his body gave out too, kneeling on the ground next to her. tears flowed out of his eyes unintentionally. it just left both eyes like waterfalls. "y/n, please don't go. i don't know what i'd do without.. you." mikey's fingers dug through the ground in strain. his knuckles getting scraped by it.

without her. her, as in the only person he would sacrifice everything for. her, as in the only one who ever brightened up his life. her.. as in his only hope, or even a light.

but that light grew dim with the last breath she took. his will to continue, or his will to live dimmed with it too. all that left was the last petal of the red flower.

—

(1995)

if he really was a kid, then what was that overwhelming emotion. the emotion where his very tear hung high up his throat. and it suffocated him. "i'm so.. tired." he tried to express to the girl in the white dress, sitting infront of him.

to say they looked the complete opposite was an understatement. one looked so bright, yet one looked so dull. "what made you 'tired'?" y/n asked him as she tilted her head.

the guy with bland eyes looked up at her. "i'm just really tired." mikey rubbed his neck that felt hot in winter.

he tried to gulp down that one tear. that one hot tear that was stuck in his throat. "i picked out flowers. you can have one of them." y/n rummaged through her basket.

mikey smiled at the thought of her going out of her way just to take away that feeling of his. "here. a red flower." y/n handed him a hand picked flower just for him.

mikey grabbed it from her hand, really unsure. it was full of petals but to mikey.. "it's.. small." mikey barely made out a word.

y/n hit his head. "don't be picky! your bestfriend has fangs!" y/n made fun of baji.

mikey gazed at the flower and held it close to him, smiling in happiness and contentment. she placed a hand on his shoulder. "i'm sorry that you feel tired, mikey." y/n hugged him with his head in her shoulder.

she hugged him tighter. "i love you mikey. i'll always make sure you're happy."

—

but what if she's not there to make sure of it? because if anything, she didn't have to make sure of anything. her very presence was the only thing that made him happy. but she wasn't there anymore.

the last petal of the red flower fell down to dust. so mikey broke down. his head slowly and slowly made its way to the ground, as he screamed in agony. "y/n.. y/n.." mikey kept calling out for her. but the only thing hearing him was her departed soul. "how will i do this without you?"

he reached out for her cold hand and squeezed it. his breath hitched with every tear. he sat up and looked at the lifeless body of y/n. he neared her face. "i love you y/n. so much." he kissed her dead cheek.

he pulled away and blew a huge cold puff on her face, but nothing. it was the first time she didn't respond. he sobbed even more, every single tear clawed at every shred of his soul. "why did you.. have to go?" mikey laid his head on her shoulder.

—

(2017)

"this time, mikey didn't go insane he went.. numb." naoto crossed his arms. "he doesn't even eat anymore. or move at all. and it's been a year since she died."

takemichi shook his head and clenched his hand into a fist. "no."

naoto tilted his head at him. "what do you mean 'no'?" naoto questioned.

"i mean, no one is happy in this timeline. this can't be the end. kisaki still didn't back down yet. and the only way we can do that is by using a powerful figure who has the advantage of atleast coming close to kisaki." takemichi hinted so obviously.

naoto leaned on his chair and adjusted his tie. "i'm

guessing it all points to.." naoto waited for takemichi to continue.

"y/n. i'm going back in time to save y/n."

the end.