This has been a long time since I wrote anything, my last stories were based on Hawaii Five 0 under the name kono Noshimuri. I have since changed name and I am going to try a new series and write about Nikita and Michael. Hope you enjoy.
Nikita lay on her bed staring intently at a mark on the ceiling, the lumpy mattress slowly moulding to her lithe frame and the light of her bedside flickering beside her. Her eyes narrowed and her jaw locked as her stare burnt through the damaged plastering above her, her hair sticking to her neck as a sweat built up, slowing consuming her body with a raging heat, her hands fisting in tight balls and her toes curling angrily.
"Arghhhhh"
She inhaled sharply as she took a moment to gaze and the broken lamp lying on the floor, no longer flickering.
"Whats going on in here!?" The burly guard asked from where he now stood in the doorway of Nikitas room.
"It was flickering" Nikita mumbled as she turned to the guard before taking her gaze back the lamp.
The guard, Devon, stomped over to Nikita and hoisted her up dragging her out her room and along the corridor by her arm.
Nikita didn't struggle, she followed, like the good little soldier she was being moulded into. Her eyes took in the other division assets who stopped to look up from training as she was hauled by. There stares made her angry inside, there opinions and judgement riling something up inside her, she wanted to fight, wanted to shut them up and make them all stop looking at her, but before she could make her move a familiar voice sounded through her ears.
"Devon, what is the problem" Michael asked as he stepped in front of the two.
"I heard loud noise from her room, she smashed her lamp." Devon replied gruffly.
Nikita could tell he was fed up with her antics.
"Let me take her from here" Michael said, a small smile crossing his face before a colder harder look replaced it.
Michael guided Nikita from behind, his hand splayed on the space between her shoulder blades. Nikita felt a shiver at the feeling.
"Where are we going?" Nikita asked, her tone still filled with anger.
"To medical"
Nikita stoped in her tracks, and spun round to face Michael, her eyes narrowed and her teeth gritted.
"What so you can let Amanda do some sick science testing on me!" Nikita accused.
Michael smirked and took a step closer to the young recruit.
"No, because you've cut your hand"
His reply was simple, and his smirk arrogant but somehow Nikita didn't mind. She hadn't even noticed the wound to her right palm until now, and the sting made her suck air through her teeth.
She followed her handler and allowed him to sit her down. It was quiet, like no one else was on the floor. The usual doctor leaving as they entered without so much as a question. It was like Michael had that authority, to walk in a room and make people leave no questions asked. Michael took Nikitas hand gently, resting it palm up in his, while his other hand cleaned the wound. He wound a bandage tightly to stop the bleeding and let her hand remain in his, bringing them both to rest on his knees.
Nikita felt something change, like she was no longer trapped but in a safe space. Like Michael had cleared everyone out and was providing a space Nikita could breath in. It was nice but she wouldn't admit it.
"Talk to me Nikita"
Nikita didn't get it, why was her handler, the man in charge of her journey at division trying to talk to her. Why was he trying to get her to open up? Amanda.
"What did Amanda send you, try get you to encourage me to divulge information. You trying to break down my walls and get into my head aye?" Nikita spat.
Michael new there was something about Nikita. Something special. Amanda had said it before, but to Michael it was a different kind of special. Of course she was kick arse, she was the best of the recruits, but there was something else. A vulnerability from a life of hardship and pain. A part of this young girl that she was determined to never show to anyone, but what she didn't know was her sign. Her eyes. Michael had seen it when she was taken down on the matts in training. When Jordan got her from behind in the cafeteria and left her on her knees. She always got up, she always fought back and one but she had moments. Moments she had given away, moments of vulnerability given away by a glint in her eyes that almost faded sadly like a loss.
"So you admit you put up walls" Michael finally said.
Nikita scoffed "There warranted"
"Okay so why not tell me?"
"I don't need to tell you anything and you wont make me" Nikita bit as she pushed Michael aside and stormed back to her room.
May 22nd, the day comes once a year. Comes and goes like any other but on this day every year Nikita becomes older. Today was her 18th Birthday, a year that most girls would look forward to and celebrate. But not Nikita. Instead Nikita looked at the four walls of her room and rolled her eyes. Not that she expected anything, this was division. Birthdays didn't exist. The bell rung through the building to tell all recruits to get up and get to the training floor. Nikita sighed and headed down.
"Recruits! Today group A and B will be in the lab, Birkoff has plenty to show you" Michael said, his voice firm and serious.
Nikita frowned, she didn't care about the lab. She wanted the floor space, she wanted to fight and improve. She may have hated division but if she ever wanted out she had to progress, and her fighting skills were her get out of jail card.
"What about floor training?" Nikita asked
"You will get time down here tomorrow"
Nikita wanted to say more, she had plenty to say but the sound Amandas heels along the concrete floor stopped her. She wasn't in the mood for one of Amandas mind games.
"Are the recruits causing trouble Michael?" Amanda asked venomously, her gaze focused solely on Nikita.
"No, they were just heading upstairs"
Nikita watched Amanda walk away before following her group, ignoring Michaels look before he placed an arm out to stop her. Nikita stood hip to hip with Michael, his warm breath tickling her ear as he leaned forward.
"Tonight, 10.15pm down here, one to one training" He muttered
Nikita frowned for a moment and went to speak before Michael got there first.
"Happy Birthday Nikita" and with that Michael was focusing on another group.
Nikita didn't get it, why was Michael offering personal training, what did he want. 10pm was lights out, so no one would be around. Did he want her alone, what was his intentions? Nikita swallowed a sudden nervous lump in her throat as she took another look at the clock. 9:57pm. The guards would be doing there checks now, making sure every light was off and every recruit was asleep. Nikita waited impatiently, her foot tapping nervously on the floor as every scenario flooded her head. How did Michael even know her birthday. 10.14pm. Nikita opened her door quietly, and stepped into the dark corridor. She knew the drill, end of the corridor and wait ten seconds for Devon to turn around and walk up the far end. The she goes right and down the steps out of his sight, knowing full well he would be checking the sleeping quoters further along before going on his 12am perimeter check and finally to his own bed before she returned. This wasn't her first night out of her room, she did it very night…intel she called it.
"I didn't think you were coming" Michael murmured as he walked out from the dark corner he stood in.
Nikita took a breath and gave the room a scan before walking towards Michael.
"Don't worry, no one knows were here, and I trust your an expert in sneaking past Devon by now" Michael said with a smirk before turning his back on her.
How did he know that, did he watch her sneak out before? But before Nikita could ask Michael swung round with a fierce right hook that Nikita dodges with ease.
"Nice"
"Come on that was an easy play" Nikita replied cockily.
"Oh really?"
Nikita gasped at the punch to her stomach, the surprise knocking her back before stepping forward again to swing at Michael, the pair fighting effortlessly almost like a dance. The anger and determination to win, evident in both there eyes, the fight for domination fuelling each kick and twist of the arms before finally Michael got the upper hand and pinned Nikita beneath him. There faces inches apart , there breath mingled as they panted, lips quivering from adrenaline. Her lips. So plump and perfect, painted so breathlessly that Michael couldn't stop himself from staring, taking them in before crashing against them, a kiss so forceful any air left in Nikita was taken away, but so gently at the same time.
"W…what was that?" Nikita rasped as surprise filed her eyes.
Michael smiled softly at her, the beautiful broken recruit he was growing so fond of staring up at him with big brown eyes, lost and confused.
"Call it a birthday kiss"