Kissed By The Shadows((BENNODA))

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Hello readers and writers! Just would like to say thank you all for your help and support on my other works. This story here was something I had in my head for a while, it was meant to be a stand-alone and then turned into a short story, so who knows what it will be, as I have a lot of ideas for this story :) Please if you would be so kind to leave your thoughts that would be amazing! Thank you :)

Warning;; I apologise for the Dave bashing in this story, I love him, but every story needs a villain and unfortunately for Dave it will be him, haha <3

Do not own, only my own errors and my crazy ideas.

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When you think of the name Michael Shinoda, what is it in the name that always comes to mind? To the majority of most people they would always describe him as being a perfectionist, despite of the fact that things that were meant to stay broken, Mike would certainly try to find his own way to fix the problem.

Others you might say, would always describe the young male as being very neat, a control freak and dare you would say a little bit of a minimalist, always living his life on the safe side, never catching Mike dead swaddling a foot into the dark side of life. The young half Japanese man wasn't one for using his own leisure time by stepping out into bars or night clubs, drinking and hooking up with strangers, that really wasn't his scene.

But if you blink fast enough you might just miss it. As for Mike only making the exception to go out if you were lucky enough to see him for yourself, and despite of Mike feeling nonchalant to go. But only for tonight, it was his best friend's, who also happened to be his co-worker's, celebratory drinks that Brad had organised, as together they would celebrate the coming of age for Brad on his birthday.

And despite of the opportunity of having to tag along tonight with Brad and apparently his new boy toy who Brad had been excited to tell Mike that he had picked up from his local gym, just last week. Mike still felt reluctant as ever to go out to the new club that his best friend; Mr Bradford Delson, who had suggested that they both should check out, earlier today. Bringing himself back to the present, he would snap out his wondering thoughts, trying to focus in on his reflection in the mirror.

Taking a short moment, the young man who's tanned skin would shimmer under the dimly lit hallway light, had his eye on his choice of outfit that he would have out on display for tonight. His frown would deepen at the thought of what he was wearing, with every passing minute that would escape him, the corner of each eye would crease, grimacing at the outfit that Brad had been so 'kind' to pull together for Mike.

It wasn't something Mike would pick out that was for sure, as he wouldn't be caught dead without his usual dark denim jeans, adorning his back to basics look with in his signature red flannel shirt he would always be found wearing it around the work place, more often then he should. Given the satisfaction every time he would see the annoyance there spreading along his best friend's face whenever he would catch Mike wearing it.

Hence why Mike would bring you up to speed with the next part of the story that was being told, as he could remember his story beginning a week ago. When he could could remember Brad trying to force him to go clothes shopping with him, in preparation for their big night out. And as reluctant Mike had been with his best friend for the first few days leading up to their shopping trip that Brad had been so desperate to plan ahead, it was also Brad who decided that he would play the 'innocent' victim card on him once he would manipulate Mike with the whole 'best friend' treaty, that he had forced himself to eventually say yes to Brad.

So, now as we would fast forward to a week later, another working week done and dusted. Mike, whose large, dark eyes were both artistically smudged with the kohl eyeliner that Brad had loaned him for the evening, making his eyes pop with color, the young half Japanese man would then scope out the rest of his poorly excuse of an outfit once he would feel the flush of pink staining each of his cheeks now.