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"Very well," Kisaki said after a deep breath.

Kisaki's men led you to his car. You kept your gun pointed to Kisaki the whole time, holding him as hostage. While you were in the car, gazing at the night view of Tokyo, you couldn't help but notice everything looked so different from how you remembered. The ramen shop you used to eat at with Mikey was replaced by a Starbucks. The old street full of little shops was now a big shopping mall.

Mikey used to take you on the back of his CB205T, riding at night on this road when he needed to cool his head. You remembered how he'd let you hug his waist, and you'd lay your head on his back. You often went on midnight rides back then, especially after Draken and Baji were killed. It would just be the two of you. He'd take you to the side of the Tokyo Bay, where the two of you would sit silently against the bike, mourning for the loss of your friends.

It was there that Mikey grabbed your hand, and interlocked his fingers with yours. "Mikey?" You turned your head to him, and there he was, looking down at you. He pulled your hand into his lap, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

"Don't leave me.....okay?"

Your eyes immediately started watering at his words. Your lips quivered, a knot in your throat. You squeezed his hand, and leaned your head on his shoulder. "I'll never leave you."

As tears trickled down your cheeks, you felt something gently caress your face, slowly lifting it up. Your eyes widened as his face slowly leaned in. The street light behind him casted a shadow on his face, making it impossible for you to see his expression, but the next thing you knew his lips were on yours.

That was 12 years ago, but you still remembered how fast your heart beated back then, and how his arm snaked around your waist, pulling you closer. You could never forget your first kiss. Both of you were young and clueless, letting your hormones and instincts take over your body. Your kisses were sloppy, and his teeth hit yours multiple times, but neither of you cared. Without having to say it out loud, the two of you confirmed your feelings for one another, yet at the time, neither of you knew that in less than a year, you would break that promise.

Even now you hated yourself for that. Even though Mikey was the one who was obviously in more pain, you were too drowned in your own self pity to see it. If you could time travel, you just want to go back and smack your sixteen year old self in the face.

The drive was over an hour long. In that hour, you reminisced all the little moments you had while you dated Mikey. Oh how you've missed him. You missed the way he hugged you by the waist and laid his chin on your shoulder. You missed the way he laid his head on your chest as you rubbed his back. You missed how you always fought back to back against the delinquents that dared to piss two of you off. You missed simply having him by your side.

"We're here." Kisaki's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. During this whole time you stuck the muzzle of the gun right against him, and even as you got out of the car you didn't loosen your grip on the gun, or the bastard. When you found yourself in front of a half finished construction building, every cell in your brain was telling you this was a trap, and that you should finish Kisaki off right away, but something in your gut told you Mikey was indeed here.

Kisaki's driver led the two of you inside. You kept one hand around Kisaki's throat, the other holding the gun to his temple. You told yourself that if anything happens you'll blow his head and then your own. That's the last thing you can do for Mikey.

As you climbed the stairs, you could feel it inside, that you were getting closer to him, yet when you finally saw him, there was still a sense of surprise.

When your eyes met, it was as if time had stopped. For a split second what you saw wasn't the adult man wearing a long khaki trench coat with blonde slick back hair, but the young teenage boy who liked to tie the top of his wavy shoulder length blonde hair back. Eleven years brought maturity to both of your faces, but at that moment both of you saw only the young teenager you each fell in love with.