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He placed his hand over yours, holding the dorayaki in place as your hand began to slip. With a thud, you fell to the ground, laying in a pool of blood.

There was a ringing sound in Mikey's ears. His breath staggered as his hands began to tremble. Memories of you flooded in his head as he looked down at the dorayaki. He tore open the packaging with his shaking hands. Everyone stared at Mikey in shock as he shoved the palm sized red bean snack into his mouth. It was dry, but it tasted like nostalgia. The more he chewed the more vivid the memories became.

He remembered when the two of you sat on the floor at the dojo in the summer, eating watermelons. He remembered when you burst out crying when he put a fake snake in your desk back in third grade. He remembered when you took on a group of high schoolers all on your own back in middle school just because you overheard them talk shit about him. He remembered the first kiss you shared with him at the side of Tokyo Bay. He remembered that time the two of you undressed at a KTV, but stopped before you could go all the way because you got scared. As all the memories replayed in his head, his cold, frozen heart started beating again.

Droplets of tears started rolling down his cheeks, and soon it was a stream. "Hey....Cupcake.... I ran out. Do you have any more?" he asked. Then, as if only just realizing something, he looked down, and his eyes widened. "Cupcake?"

He bent down, gently shaking your limp body. "Cupcake, don't sleep here, you'll catch a cold...."

The other gang members stared at Mikey in shock and horror. What is he saying? Can't he tell that you're already dead?

"Cupcake.... I want another dorayaki. Can you do the thing?"

"Q-Quick! Mikey wants a dorayaki! Someone go buy him one!" Sanzu shouted in panic. This wasn't like Mikey. Is Mikey going crazy?

"I-I'll go right away!" one of the mafias said as he ran out of the building.

"Hey, Cupcake, wake up...... Cupcake?" Mikey picked you up from the ground, holding you in his arms as he put your head to his chest. Then, as if just noticing the blood oozing out of your back, he muttered. "You're shot.... Who shot you?" He looked up at Sanzu. The pink haired man gasped as he backed up in fear. The darkened expression and blood thirsty eyes on Mikey's face sent chills running down his spine. Sanzu's legs trembled in fear as Mikey asked, "Who shot my cupcake?"

"M-Mikey..." Kisaki uttered.

"Call an ambulance."

"What?"

"I SAID CALL AN AMBULANCE!" Mikey screamed.

"M-Mikey.....they're.....dead....." Kisaki choked out.

"Dead?" Mikey looked down at you. "They're not dead. Cupcake is just asleep. Right Cupcake?" He took your hand in his, and brought it up to his face so your hand cupped his cheek. He loved it back then when you did that. However, this time, there was no warmth to your hand. "You came back to me Cupcake. You finally came back. This time you won't leave again right?" His grip on your hand loosened, and your hand slipped right down his cheeks, flopping down to the ground. "Cupcake......Cupcake please....... Don't leave me...." He hugged you tightly, tears dripping onto your face. You were the last. You were the last person in this world he cared about.

In the past years, he did blame you. He blamed you for leaving, he blamed you for breaking your promise. However, deep down somewhere, he was glad you left. As people close to him started disappearing one by one, he began to wonder if that's how it was meant to be. He was scared that if you stayed by him that you too would one day end up dead as well, just like Draken and Baji. Even though you left him, at least...you were alive. Deep down, perhaps it was that tiny bit of hope and relief inside him that kept him going all these years. After all, Toman is far from the way he envisioned back then, and everyone he cared about is dead. Just what was he living for?