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    ‘ michimiya, are you okay ??? ‘

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For Jack (AKA nebaaru, makkintaro)

Did u say Kiyoyui and DaiYui and IwaOi. I think u did.

The street was rough. Tattoos and piercings aside, the blood smears across the walls, the smoke that wafted across her eyes. Really, what was she doing here. She didn’t belong here. Or rather she did but would deny her birthright as much as she could; this wasn’t something to be proud of her in mind. Pure ideals in an impure place yes.

Deep breaths. Delving into the shadier side of things made her nervous but this was her past, present and likely future. Gloom drifted over the area and she was really, really glad that she brought Daichi along.

“Yui, you okay?”

From the start, Sawamura Daichi is scary. He’s not extremely tall, in fact about below average in terms of fighter height but he had strength built up from struggle and loss. He had tanned skin, healthier than the usual ashen grey that others were. Wide shoulders, a broad back, excellent thighs. Hard brown eyes that melted in sunlight, when there was any sunlight. Warm hands. He didn’t really seem the fighting type but he could be nasty with a chain. Can’t really judge a book by its cover.

“I’m fine, really.”

He doesn’t say anything, despite the shaking in her voice. A pretty girl like her belongs back in the high mansions of glass and silver. But this was her request and there’s no reason for him to deny her, especially not with his tendencies to be unable to say no to her.

Still, it’s unnerving.

She tries to stride confidently but every step is lined with the slightest sway, fear and anxiety on either shoulder, digging their claws into her skin. She is the shining gem of the streets, glossy and pale, dressed crisply in black and white, all while walking the alley of grey. There are gangs and groups, leaders that stare at her and jeer.

“Go back to your pillow princess!”

“Baby wanna take a ride with the strongest around~?”

“You’d look great with a few hickies!”

They get bolder and louder as she delves deeper; this alley is endless.

You can do it Yui you’re not going to listen to them and besides you have Daichi next to you and you-

She stops cold, causing her body guard to bump into her. He quirks an eyebrow in confusion but it drops to slip a smile. What has captivated her is the rarest of all jewels in this hell hole: Shimizu Kiyoko. Her smooth black hair sweeps over one eye and she has to brush it out of the way. Glasses only thin slices of crystal, marked with a speck of red that she doesn’t bother cleaning away. Somehow it adds to her charm. Beautiful dark blue-grey cloud eyes surveying the mess of the street, settling on Michimiya. The beauty mark on the left side of her mouth twitches as she nearly smiles. Almost. Instead it feels like she’s an ice sculpture, a queen of glistening frigid air.

By her side are two men, one shorter and one taller. The one on the left has a disgruntled look, mouth set in a deep frown. On his hands are brass knuckles, smeared with what can only be blood. His hard glare quiets the crowd. It’s not just his cliff hard eyes that scare, it’s his entire being. The definite lining of his muscles, the hard solidity of his eyes, the deep set teeth grit expression of pure disapproval and a near snarl disguised cleverly.

To the right is taller, airily waving off danger as if it were a petal of a dying flower on his shoulders. Everything about him is shiny like ice, and just as cold. He distances himself but seems to have a connection to the shorter guard, brushing their hands together sometimes. He isn’t one to be messed with though; his eyes are cold and calculating and Yui can feel them pick at her slowly, tearing weakness by weakness.

Yes, this is dangerous. Overwhelmingly so. She’s trembling but she faces this person with wide brown eyes.

For the first time in weeks, Shimizu steps forwards, the two guards not too far behind. The crowds, already parted, press against the dirty walls and their eyes trace the path she walks, stopping just before Michimiya. A delicate hand raises, cups the warm cheek.

“Aren’t you just so cute.” A rare smile graces the elegantly painted red lips. Frozen to the spot, Yui just stammers something incoherent and draws a light chuckle from the other, who then poses a question that makes things seem like they’re moving too fast. “Would you like to be mine?”

It’s not even a heartbeat before a blurted “Yes!” rings through the air. What has Miss Michimiya gotten herself into this time… If only she knew but at the time she was trapped in the rich tangle of strings of the street, caught by its mistress.

“ Not entirely sure what happened to the ending lmao but I hope you liked it. ”

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