Cri De Coeur ||Mikayuu||

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I had lost track of time. It was already a month since we arrived in England, and Mika and I woke up with a jolt and a disordered snort from the truck moving abruptly, Lola grabbing onto the corner bar of her bunk. He looked really confused and angry, stretching so much he hit me in the jaw. As of that moment, he had his head on my waist, feet far over the edge of the bed and probably cold as shit. That was confirmed when his legs folded to his chest.
"France, nous voilà." He mumbled, still out of it.
"Mika, I don't speak French." I said quietly.
"'France, here we come' is what he was trying to say." Colette translated from her bunk. Mika nodded, giving her a thumbs up. I kept forgetting that Colette knew French as well.
"How long are we going to be traveling?" I asked.
Lola held up five fingers from her seat on the bed, humming happily.
"Goodnight them." I muttered, pulling up a dozing off Mika. "That's not comfortable." He nodded in agreement. He didn't want to get up, and I had no reason to. So we slept for two more hours, and lounged around for the remaining three. Asuramaru sang the duck tales song for thirty minutes straight, which was fucking lovely.

"You have a performance today."

The first words given to us by the Ringleader.
"No, "welcome to France, you insufferable bastards?" Where is the courtesy?" Ferid teased, folding his arms with a small smile.
"And no history lesson given to our newest member as to what exactly happened the first time we were here?" He drawled on. Mika tensed.
"Don't you dare." He hissed, grip tightening on my shoulder. He didn't seem to notice it. There was some sort of internal conflict I couldn't see, but at this moment they did in fact look like they hated each other. Like everyone else, their relationship was complicated. But way easier to understand. Mika didn't necessarily hate Ferid, and vice Versa. They just know how to push each other's buttons. And handle it differently. Ferid uses it for amusement. Mika used it for leverage.
"I won't say anything. For now." He clicked his tongue, hopping away.

"Now that that's over, you all need to get dressed now. Colette, you should have makeup at your vanity backstage." She was the only one he addressed the rest of us were 'you guys'.
"How flattering." Was Asuramaru's comment on our title.

Right now Mika and I had taken to a broom closet to change, Lola having jumped on Colette's back and had her haul ass to the bathroom. Ferid apparently gave no shits and changed backstage.
"Y'know, I once read a Fanfiction where-"
How did you read a Fanfiction if you've been in a comatose for years.
"It was a Sailor Moon Fanfiction, dumbass. Anyways, I was saying that I read a scene where two characters got it on in a broom closet. I'm not saying you should, but I am, in fact, heavily implying it."
How about no.
"Shit. You fuckers better fuck at some point after I get out of your mind or I swear to god I will kill someone."

I pretended not to hear that, and stole a glance to Mika. So, yes, word of warning, I will in fact describe him in high detail. Turn back while you still have time.

I only got one glance, but it was enough to make me return full attention to him.

Even in the dim light provided from a faulty lightbulb, he looked absolutely stunning. As of that moment he had found his pants and had them up, currently working on unbuttoning his shirt instead of pulling it over his head like I had.  His shoulders rolled back, the outline of his shoulder blades prominent, paired with the muscles he has gained over years of tiring work for the Circus. I saw his head loll back slightly with a prolonged groan.
"Damn buttons." He mumbled. Mika's shoulders rolled in a circular motion, the arch in his back stood out, the line etched in his spine nearly black from the shadows cast on him. I would kill for a body like his.
"Seriously?" Asuramaru asked excitedly.
No. Don't plan anything.
"Damnit."
But, since I couldn't have that glorious bastard's body type, I instead cherished it like he were a god. Which he kind of is, if you think about it too much. Mika glanced over his shoulder briefly, knocking me from the internal conversation about how I in fact did not want to commit an act of murder today. He raised an eyebrow, and I shook my head, gesturing pointlessly to my forehead. He seemed to understand, white fabric covering his back soon after.