There's No Need to Run
by SMYGO4EVA
"You're really something else, aren't you, Michiko?," Atsuko spoke, struggling to keep herself from throwing the next available object at the wall, "we keep dancing this dance, meeting up in places like this, this bar, but you keep running away, and then I have to clean up your mess."
Michiko glared at her from the other side of the room, her expression calm as she lit up her cigarette. "Yeah, yeah," Michiko replied as she exhaled the smoke with a sigh, "And your point is?"
"My point," Atsuko began, her eyes narrowed and her teeth grit, "is that whenever you get some kind of trouble, when things get tough, your answer always seems to be to turn on your heels and run. That's what you're good at, isn't it?"
"Huh. You haven't changed a bit, always seeing right through me," Michiko hummed, tilting her head, her eyes over the rims of her sunglasses, "No matter how much time passes, at least I can count on that whenever I see your mug."
Atsuko blinked. "Is that so?"
"It is, and I think, we have some catching up to do." Michiko grinned, sitting on the bar stool next to Atsuko, pleased to see the look of both confusion and curiosity on Atsuko's face. "I've got nowhere to be, not yet anyway."
"Catching up…on what?"
"You name it. You know what they say, Jambo, you can't teach an old dog new tricks."
"Please don't call me that, Michiko"
"Whatever, Afro."
(A/N: This was my first time writing for Michiko to Hatchin, so forgive me if there are some character inconsistencies.)