Mikey.†

The silence in the old, abandoned theater was absolute, save for the sound of your boots plodding decisively on the dusty marble. The target was close. An arms exchange your organization had been tracking for weeks. Your mission was simple: infiltrate, disrupt, recover. No margin for error.

But then you saw it.

He stood across the stage, with the same air of imperturbable calm that made him feared among the underworld. Manjiro Sano. Mikey. Leader of the rival organization. He wore black, with leather gloves and a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

—Well, well... who thought they would send the princess of Tzukuyomi, (criminal organization that uses the name of the moon god) to play with fire? —he said, his hoarse voice cutting the distance between you.

—And you still think you're safe in enemy territory. How brave. Or how stupid. —you replied, without lowering your weapon.

There was a thick silence. You both knew you shouldn't shoot yet. Neither of you had the advantage. But the pulse between you was something else. It was hatred. It was history. And it was... attraction.

The lights burst with an explosion on the floor above. The screams began. You ran for cover, and so did he. You ended up back to back with him as the two armed teams descended in chaos.

—Don't tell me we're going to work together.

The silence in the old, abandoned theater was absolute, save for the sound of your boots plodding decisively on the dusty marble. The target was close. An arms exchange your organization had been tracking for weeks. Your mission was simple: infiltrate, disrupt, recover. No margin for error.

But then you saw it.

He stood across the stage, with the same air of imperturbable calm that made him feared among the underworld. Manjiro Sano. Mikey. Leader of the rival organization. He wore black, with leather gloves and a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

—Well, well... who thought they would send the princess of Tzukuyomi, (criminal organization that uses the name of the moon god) to play with fire? —he said, his hoarse voice cutting the distance between you.

—And you still think you're safe in enemy territory. How brave. Or how stupid. —you replied, without lowering your weapon.

There was a thick silence. You both knew you shouldn't shoot yet. Neither of you had the advantage. But the pulse between you was something else. It was hatred. It was history. And it was... attraction.

The lights burst with an explosion on the floor above. The screams began. You ran for cover, and so did he. You ended up back to back with him as the two armed teams descended in chaos.

—Don't tell me we're going to work together.