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The ride home was quiet, if you excluded the sound of the engine from Mikey's CB205t. The cool night wind caressed Takemichi's face as he stared at Mikey's long blond hair that blew with the flowing wind.
Would he ever be able to experience such peace again in the future? He thought to himself. He found a lump in his throat as he was reminded with flashes of the past timelines. The Mikey who became corrupted because of Kisaki, and the Mikey he met in Manila, who died with a smile that didn't match the sorrow-filled eyes that had lost their light a long time ago.
Seeing him so unhappy made his stomach churned unpleasantly, he hated to see the boy who had already gone through so much suffering, to see him lose himself again.
Loving someone is so strange, it made him so determined to do whatever made him happy. Even going back into the past countless times just to find a perfect future where he could finally see him happy.
When he finally goes back to the present this time, he hoped to see Mikey, with a big grin plastered on his face, with everyone. He imagined that Mikey would still eat out in restaurants with Draken( and maybe him too) and would still pout whenever a flag didn't come with his ordered kids' menu. Maybe, in the deep back of his mind, he wished that they could ride on Mikey's CB205t on another quiet night just like today once again.
Seeing Mikey with such a pouty face in his mind made him feel all giddy and he giggled.
The motorcycle made a brake as the traffic lights turned red.
"What're you laughing about?" Mikey asked, taking the opportunity to question him, turning to look at him with a face that was filled with confusion.
Takemichi continued to laugh in glee, blue eyes turned into crescent moons.
"Ah, sorry. I just imagined something funny."
"Hmph, you won't tell me?" Mikey jutted out his bottom lip like a child would and turned his head back onto the road, starting the engine before they continued their journey once again.
"It's weird, it won't seem that funny for you."
"If you say so." He replied quickly. What a fight huh, he was usually stubborn. Whining to tell him whatever secret you were hiding until you reveal it to him. Takemichi smiled, he's annoyingly cute either way.
They both kept their mouths shut afterwards, a comfortable silence between them and the comfort of each other's presence. Takemichi watched as many buildings passed his eyes, in a deep trance of his thoughts,
"Hey, Mikey-kun?" He whispered out, he found his heart starting to pound in his chest.
"Hm?" Mikey hummed, sharp dark eyes were still focused on the road ahead.
"I really like you," Takemichi mumbled. Since he'll be going back today, it won't hurt to say it now, right?
When he realised what he had just said, he mentally beat himself up in regret quickly, shame building up as his ears turned red.
"Huh?"
A loud honk made both boys flinched in surprise, white light from a car shone brightly at them, which ended in Mikey swerving a hard right luckily to avoid an accident, and in panic, Takemichi closed his eyes as hugged Mikey's waist tightly, resting his forehead against the other's strong back. "Careful there!" He cried out, eyes already teary from fear, he didn't want to die before he could return to his present.
Mikey doesn't reply, instead, he kept silent. Takemichi felt humiliated, he shouldn't have said anything. The motorcycle made a brake once again.
Takemichi opened his eyes, removing his arms from Mikey's waist as if he touched scalding water. "M-Mikey-kunー" He stuttered as tries to explain, even if he realised that it was pretty obvious what he meant. He cringed at himself.
"We're here." Mikey sighed, hopping off his bike.
Takemichi gulped, hands feeling clammy from being nervous. Is this a sign of rejection? It sure sounded like it.
I'm so dead, I'm so dead, I'm so dead. He chanted to himself, feeling his soul leave his body. He prayed that Naoto would be somewhere nearby so he could have the chance to immediately run away from his current problem.
When he got off the motorcycle, both his feet touching the concrete ground, hands placed themselves on each side of Takemichi's body, caging him, holding him in place, against the motorcycle.
Takemichi gaped in shock at the action, eyes widening and his face turned into a deep shade of red when he realised what Mikey was doing.
"Mikey-kunー" Takemichi ended up getting interrupted once again, this time by chapped lips pressed against his.
Takemichi moaned from the shock and impact but shut his eyes tightly, melting into putty when a calloused hand reached out to grip his hips. Takemichi clutched onto Mikey's shirt, crumpling it. He pulled away to breathe for air before trying to reason with the older boy.
"Whatー"
He gasped when a hand snaked underneath his shirt, rubbing the naked skin of his waist with his thumb.
"Manjiroー" He tried to get the attention of the other but he whined when Mikey kissed him again, his tongue slipped past his lips, invading his mouth.
Is this for real? He thought to himself in a daze. This is too sudden, too much for his poor heart to handle. Many thoughts went through his mind, going completely haywire, too focused on them that he became completely unaware that Mikey had already pulled away from him.
"Takemichi?" His beloved leader called out to him, snapping him out from his haze. Takemichi inhaled shakily, having his breath been taken away from him a while ago by kissing Mikey.
He opened his mouth to say something but he couldn't form any words to speak. He ended up whimpering instead, wrapping his arms around the shoulders of the boy in front of him, hiding his face at the crook of his neck.
Mikey laughed, still holding him, patting the younger on the head and his other hand which rested on his lower back.
"Ta. Ke. Mi. Chi. You're so cute like this, adorable so adorable." Mikey whispered against the other's red ears, punctuating every vowel of his name in a teasing manner, a sly smile on his face. "Aren't you mentally 26, why are you so shy for? Still a virgin in the future?" The shorter of the two cooed, brushing his lips at the skin of his neck before nipping and biting it.
"You asshole... " Takemichi whined. Currently in disbelief that a 15-year-old could kiss and flirt, shamefully, better than he could ever in his 26 years of his life.
Mikey doesn't shut up though, "A kiss and you get so ruined already?" He hummed, biting hard at the skin between his shoulder and neck, forming a hickey.
Takemichi cried out, pushing Mikey away from him, his face looking down as if the ground seemed to be extremely interesting, avoiding eye contact in an attempt to hide his flushed face. His ocean eyes were glimmering with tears, plush lips slick with saliva and his neck filled with the older's lovebites. Like an angel, yellow lights from the streetlight bathes on him. It was a sight to remember for Mikey, and he does.
"I'm leaving!" Takemichi yelled, completely embarrassed, his heart rammed against his chest, as if it would pop out in any second.
Fingers wrapped around his wrist, stopping him from walking away any farther before he's pulled back into another embrace.
Takemichi's mouth formed an 'O' shape as he attempted to wiggle out of the other's grip.
"I love you too Takemichi, my crybaby hero."
Words laced with genuine sincerity pierced him through the heart, making him pause in the middle of his actions. Tearing up once again. He didn't know how the fun atmosphere turned to something more melancholy. But hearing such words coming from Mikey's lips made him so much more determined, to change the cruel fate that he attempted so many times to change over and over. As long as he is still alive, he won't give up, he'll keep stepping forward until he sees a future where everyone is happy.
"I'll definitely save you Mikey-kun."