Bad Decision's or the Beginning of Hope?

Takemichi took a deep breath as he walked towards the headquarters of the Tokyo Manji Gang. He couldn't believe he was actually doing this. He had to find Mikey and talk to him, no matter what it took.

As he walked into the building, he was met with a sea of faces staring back at him. He ignored them and made his way to the top floor, where he knew Mikey's office was located.

When he finally reached the door, he paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. He knew that this conversation could go either way. Mikey might agree to his request, or he might not. He had to be prepared for anything.

Takemichi took a deep breath and knocked on the door. There was a moment of silence, and then a voice from inside called out, "Come in."

Takemichi opened the door and stepped inside. Mikey was sitting at his desk, flipping through a stack of papers. He looked up when Takemichi walked in.

Takemichi's heart was pounding in his chest as he stood before Mikey. He had finally managed to find him, and he wasn't going to waste this opportunity.

"Mikey, I need to talk to you," Takemichi said, trying his best to sound confident.

Mikey looked up from his desk, amusement evident in his eyes. "Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to show up," he said, grinning. "What do you want, Takemichi?"

"I want to fix things between us," Takemichi said, trying to keep his voice steady.

Mikey's grin widened. "Oh? And how do you plan on doing that?" he asked, leaning back in his chair.

"I'll do anything you want," Takemichi said, taking a step closer. "Just let me make it up to you."

Mikey raised an eyebrow. "Anything?" he asked, his voice low.

Takemichi nodded. "Anything."

Mikey chuckled. "Well, I like the sound of that," he said, getting up from his chair. "But there's a condition."

"What is it?" Takemichi asked, feeling a sense of dread.

"You're not allowed to leave," Mikey said, his grin turning sinister. "And you're not allowed to do anything against me."

Takemichi swallowed hard. He knew he was in deep trouble, but he had come too far to back down now. "Okay, I agree to your conditions," he said, trying to sound as confident as possible.

Mikey's expression softened slightly, and he walked over to Takemichi. "You know, you're really something else," he said, running a hand through Takemichi's hair. "I can't help but be amused by you."

Takemichi's heart skipped a beat at Mikey's touch, and he couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope. Maybe the old Mikey really was in there somewhere?

Mikey leaned in close, his lips brushing against Takemichi's ear. "But don't get too comfortable," he whispered. "I may be in love with you, but I'm still a cruel bastard."

Takemichi tried to brush off the uneasy feeling that Mikey's words had given him, but it was difficult. He couldn't shake the feeling that Mikey was not quite himself, that something had changed in him since the last time they had seen each other.

Mikey stepped back, still grinning, and gestured to the chair in front of his desk. "Sit down, Takemichi. Let's talk about how you can make it up to me."

Takemichi hesitated for a moment but then complied, sitting down in the chair. Mikey leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk and studying Takemichi intently.

"You know, Takemichi," Mikey said, his voice low and menacing. "I don't trust you. Not after what you did to me. But I think we can still have some fun together."

Takemichi felt a chill run down his spine at Mikey's words, but he tried to play it cool. "What kind of fun do you have in mind?" he asked, trying to keep his tone light.

Mikey's grin widened. "Oh, you'll see," he said, his eyes glinting with something that Takemichi couldn't quite read.

Suddenly, Mikey reached out and grabbed Takemichi's chin, pulling his face closer. "You're not going anywhere, Takemichi," he said, his grip tightening. "You're mine now."

Takemichi tried to pull away, but Mikey's grip was too strong. He felt a surge of fear and panic rising in his chest, but he refused to show it.

"Okay, Mikey," Takemichi said, trying to keep his voice steady. "What do you want me to do?"

Mikey released his grip on Takemichi's chin and leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face. "I want you to prove your loyalty to me," he said. "I want you to do whatever I say, without question."

Takemichi nodded, not trusting himself to speak. He didn't know what he had gotten himself into, but he was in too deep to back out now.

"Good," Mikey said, getting up from his chair. "Follow me."

Takemichi stood up and followed Mikey out of the office, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach. He didn't know what Mikey had in store for him, but he was sure it wasn't going to be pleasant.