Hola everyone! CJzilla here slamming out another chapter to her fic. In this chappy you'll see Lily's anger management take a bizzar turn, the Agency's forces starting their merciless onslaught on poor Mitsuki, some mental picturesand a foot massage.
As I tear another city off of its foundation with just a stomp of my scaly foot, alls CJzilla has to roar is this: R&R! Flame, fluff, love me, hate me. Don't care.
Cue more sushi getting down with their bad selves!
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Lily blew out another raspberry as she slouched in her desk.
This COULDN'T have been a longer class. The learning was irritating but not as killer as the biker-teacher's appearance. His class would be WAY more tolerable to Lily if he taught class over the phone so her eyes wouldn't be drawn to a HUGE, HAIRY mole on the guy's ear!
No, no wait… Lily can do one better… his class would be more tolerable if he did it at the South Pole, under a tarp, in the dark and BY HIMSELF!
The actress snickered to herself as she drew a picture of what Beef, the anger management teacher, would look like in a tarp and in the Kodiak bear exhibit at the zoo. Then Lily heard a pencil going at the speed of sound over a piece of paper. Looking up and to her right, the LilyMu sweetheart spotted her boss, Ozu with a frozen smile as he wrote down all of the anger management knowledge that Beef was dishing out.
Lily's anime eyes got beady in uneasiness as Ozu's head turned to her in a soulless spin, his anime eyes void of eye-shines.
"Eyes on the black board Lily," her normally hot-tempered and intimidating boss smiled at her. "Take in as much of this valuable knowledge as you can. It will make you a better person."
Lily cringed before a paper football hit her in the forehead. Grabbing the note stuck to her forehead, she opened it and read it.
""Help me. I'm scared."?" Lily read.
As an anime question mark popped above her head as she looked back at who flicked the note. Behind Ozu sat Yes Man, nearly on the top of his chair in horror, his anime eyes were wide with fear as tears poured out of his gooey eyes.
"Do not make eye contact!" Yes Man whispered, cupping his hand to the side of his mouth.
Ozu's head swiveled on his head so that he was looking at Yes Man. Yes Man shrieked and jumped one row over.
"THAT'S IT!" Lily jumped up from her chair, slamming her hands on her desk.
Beef turned on his heel and cocked a brow at the blond.
"Is there a problem Ms. Lily?" he narrowed his eyes at his worst anger management student in forever.
"YES!" Lily flailed her anime arms, her body inflating with rage. "THIS IS TOTALLY STUPID! This class makes as much sense as a scratch-n'-sniff sticker at the bottom of a pool! I'm so tense that I've I got frizz in my hair!"
Cut to close up of Lily's hair which was so staticy, there was a whole zoo of balloon animals trapped in her hair. Lily sweat-dropped as she tore out a balloon turtle from her tangled stressed-out hair and set it on the ground. As the balloon turtle crawled away, Yes Man was following it around the class room… for some reason.
"And your bushman mole is NASTY TO THE HIGHEST POWER!!!" Lily screamed at Beef. "It's like a giant bubble on a pizza except… on your ear!!!"
Cue "Psycho" music as the camera zips into a close up of Beef's earlobe where a quarter-sized mole seemed to even wink at us...
"What mole?" Beef asked shrugging.
Lily would have puked if she wasn't so angry.
"I'm not going to take this anymore!" the LilyMu sweetheart went on, hand on her forehead. "Give me the prison sentence because I'll take that over this! Look! You turned Ozu into a brainwashed, spineless, mellow, mush-head!"
She gestured toward Ozu who was sitting at his desk with a bright smile even though Yes Man was angrily rubbing his balloon turtle in the producer's hair.
"I… will NOT… turn out like that!" Lily pointed her thumb at herself as the background behind her erupted into flames.
Beef's eyes suddenly exploded with an anime evil thought as he drummed his fingers together.
"What you need Lily is someone who will help you accept a better, more personable disposition," the biker/anger management teacher smiled a jagged, evil smile. "I have a special friend who will be more than glad to assist you on the road to a more composed temperament."
Lily gulped at her teacher's tone. This could only mean trouble.
Mitsuki was careful to follow Mikey through the Tatami Megastore, but only at a distance. He told her that he wanted to be alone and so the American went out with Guano and Gonard. But that didn't mean Mitsuki was going to listen to him.
As she watched Mikey, Gonard and Guano get some smoothies, Mitsuki also watched for any disguised agents and threats. So far the only threat she spied was Gonard's smoothie concoction. He took a sneaker, egg, grape and sundae and crammed it into one smoothie. Now people dove out of the actor's way and held their noses as he walked through the store with no shoe on one foot and a smelly smoothie. Even Guano and Mikey held in a puke as they walked beside Gonard, the stench of his sneaker and barefoot wafting through the air. Gonard was unfazed by his own odors as he happily sipped on his smoothie like it was the greatest thing in the world.
Mitsuki took special care not to be seen by her friends as she kept an eye on them. Zipping in and out of disguises and hiding spots, she was using her expensive, highly-trained skills to be stealthy. Mitsuki didn't even stop spying even when her friends were heading back to LilyMu Towers. Instead, she followed at a distance and made sure they got to their homes.
Gonard and Guano said goodbye to their American friend/co-star as they went off to their respective homes. Mikey's apartment though, was further down the hall from his friends' homes. Mitsuki, who had watched the three boys in the disguise of an elevator attendant… not that any of them noticed in the slightest, was now peeking around a corner and watching Mikey walk to his home. She expected the American to just head straight for his apartment, but Mikey stopped. Turning, he stopped at another door…
HER door.
Raising his knuckles, Mikey gave the door a knock.
Mitsuki's anime body exploded with surprise. She wasn't home, but was following him! Mitsuki dashed to the left and out of sight.
Mikey stood there and knocked lazily for the second time. Maybe Mitsuki was still at the studio. Figuring that his friend wasn't home, the American shrugged, put his hands in his pockets and walked tiredly to his apartment. But then he stopped when he heard a commotion from inside Mitsuki's place. He thought he heard a window shut, several pieces of furniture tipped over and glasses break along with faint noises of construction, bells and an assortment of monkey screeches from in the room. Mikey turned back and walked to Mitsuki's door.
Just as he raised his knuckles to the door to knock, the door flew open with Mitsuki on the other side. Mikey nearly fell over in surprise.
"Mikey!" the blue-haired woman chirped. "What a pleasant surprise!"
How Mitsuki got from the hallway and into her apartment without using her door, we'll never know. But there she was, beaming smile and everything.
The American held his chest but took a breath.
"Hi Mitsuki," he smiled at her, but then peeked over her shoulder. "I just wanted to ask you if everything's all right. I thought I heard something crash through your window…"
Mitsuki's anime face froze in fear before she snapped out of it.
"Oh no," she replied, hand on her neck and sweat-drops streaming down her face. "I just opened the window and this dog on a parachute accidentally flew into my apartment. I was busy shooing it out when you knocked… That's probably what you heard Mikey."
There was a random bark of a dog and a chirp of a dolphin as Mitsuki smiled.
"But uh… thanks for asking Mikey," the blue-haired woman blushed shyly, her eyes on her feet.
Mikey shrugged.
"Anytime 'Sooks," he replied, but clapped his hands on his mouth when he used her nickname.
Mitsuki merely blushed more, but had an enthralled smile on her face at the American. The two fellow actors/awkward love interests shared a moment of heated faces and coy silence.
"Hey listen Mitsuki," Mikey began, hand on the back of his head. "Sorry about slamming the door on you back at the studio."
"That's all right," Mitsuki immediately beamed. "I should apologize for slamming you! I was way outta control! If there's anyway I can make it up to you, let me know!"
Mikey gave her a smile, but Mitsuki didn't notice. In fact, she wasn't even looking at the American. There was an Agency agent behind him with a potato sack poised over Mikey's head.
Using her ninja-reflexes Mitsuki yanked Mikey by the hand inside her apartment, and accidentally gave the American a forceful judo-style throw across her house and into her couch.
In dealing with the agent, Mitsuki reached up and slapped the man firmly on the nose. The agent gave out a cry of pain as two jets of tears shot out of his eyes before falling to his knees, holding his face. With the agent on his knees, Mitsuki slammed the door on his head. Hearing the man's head "bong" on the door, Mitsuki peeked out and made sure the agent was KOed before locking her door.
Poofing out an anime sigh of relief, Mitsuki turned to Mikey. She sweat-dropped at seeing Mikey thrown into her couch. The American was splayed out, hitting the couch so hard that he tipped it over with his body. Cushions, throw pillows and one of Mikey's shoes were blown in all directions. He groaned.
"Mikey!" Mitsuki exclaimed in worry as she dashed to his side. "Are you okay?"
The American spit out half a couch cushion as his head spun like a dizzy tornado. Mitsuki's head inflated with concern.
"I'm so sorry Mikey," she lamented and bent down to help him up.
Then a can of something hurled through the living room and bounced on Mikey's head. As the American groaned again and can-shaped whelp added to his growing number of head traumas, Mitsuki caught the label on the can. "Canned Scorpion tails, porcupine quills, poison ivy, ninja stars and skunk stink". Mitsuki's eye twitched at the severity of the situation as she caught that the can was beeping with a five second countdown.
The blue-haired actress snatched the can from Mikey's head and ran to the window. As the countdown rounded out at two seconds, Mitsuki hurled it as far and hard as she could. The canned weapon exploded and rained down over the people below. Seconds later the actress heard wheels screeching to a halt, the sound of metal twisting together as vehicles collided and a random scream or two.
"Oh the poison! The poking! The itching! The lacerations! Ooooh the STINK! So stinky…!" came a bystander's complaint.
Mitsuki simply turned a deaf ear to the suffering below her and just shut the shade to the window. Turning back to the American, he was still on his back and his brain most likely in the form of a swirling milkshake.
Before Mitsuki could help her friend to his feet, she caught movement from her kitchen. An agent jumped out of her freezer and apparently he had been in there for a while since his anime body was blue and icicles were hanging from his clothes and hair. Then the agent took a lime-flavored popsicle that was stuck to his jacket sleeve and held it threateningly at Mitsuki.
The blue-haired actress had to think fast. She had to protect Mikey AND keep him in the dark about all this danger. Thinking on her feet, Mitsuki blurted out the first thing that came to her brain.
"Uh… BUG!" Mitsuki shrieked dramatically as she slammed a pushy pillow onto the American. "THERE'S A BIG, HAIRY BUG ON YOUR SHIRT!"
She smashed a couple more cushions onto Mikey so that he wouldn't get hurt or see what was going on. Mitsuki ignored Mikey's aggravated pain-laced groans from having the feathered padding slammed on his body and focused on the agent.
The man hurled the lime frozen treat at Mitsuki with all of his might.
In the flash of an eye Mitsuki stopped the frozen, yet delicious weapon with a lightning fast judo kick. The popsicle shattered into a million pieces on contact with her heel and frozen limy goodness fell from the air like a tasty snow. Mitsuki gave the agent a cocky smile and gave the "bring it" gesture.
The agent gritted his chattering teeth and ripped a banana flavored popsicle from his frozen face. Again the man threw it with all of his might. Mitsuki moved with the grace of a flowing river and the speed of a racing lightning bolt. Flipping the frozen treat in her hand, she dashed to the agent.
Giving the man a punch to the stomach, the agent's anime eyes shot from his eye sockets like white balloons and his tongue flew out of his mouth. Swiftly, Mitsuki plastered the frozen popsicle to his tongue and it stuck like super-glue on Velcro. Stunned, the agent was all too easy to hurl out of her apartment and heap him on the KOed agent just outside her door.
Mitsuki then flew to Mikey's side and pulled the pillows and cushions from his body. The plush-battered American could then be seen after ten pillows were cleaned off of him.
"Ow," Mikey moaned.
Mitsuki couldn't help but smile at the cute pained expression on his face. After a second of admiring Mikey's adorable pain-laced face pucker, Mitsuki pulled the American to his feet. Standing the wobbly American on his feet, the anime actress dusted him off with a brush of her hand.
"Sorry Mikey," Mitsuki chirped, her anime eyes growing huge and lighting with happiness. "I don't like bugs. And you had a huge, icky peanut-M&M-sized bug on you. But I got it!"
When she released him, Mikey swayed violently and she had to catch him in her arms to keep him from falling.
"You're a little wobbly Mikey," she giggled, head inflating with joy because Mikey was practically hugging her! "Maybe I should get you to a chair…"
Mitsuki half-dragged, half-hugged Mikey over to one of her kitchen chairs. Plopping the American down on a chair, she smiled brightly at him.
"I'll get you some ice for your head!" Mitsuki smiled, her anime eyes inflating into upside-down "U"s.
She skipped to her freezer and laid a hand on the handle, readying herself for another agent to jump out at her.
"And some ice for my foot, back, neck, shoulder, hip and knee," Mikey called to her. "I think I got a hernia…"
"Sure thing!" Mitsuki cheered even though her anime head was inflated with her ninja-like intensity.
Flinging open the freezer door Mitsuki was ready for another agent to ambush her. When nothing but cold air hit her in the face, Mitsuki realized that the freezer door handle was in her hand. But where was the rest of the door?
There was a groan from Mikey.
Craning her head into his direction she saw that the American had been shot off his chair and was now on the carpet with the freezer door pinning him to the floor.
"Oh no!" Mitsuki cried, genuinely surprised since it was an accident.
She ran to him and peeled the freezer door off of his body.
"Sorry Mikey," she genuinely apologized. "I didn't know my freezer door would fly off and hurt you. It was an accident, I promise!"
Through his semi-concussion the American smiled hazily.
"Oh and the other times you meant it?" he laughed, eyes still looking like they were playing "Pong" with each other.
Mitsuki gave an uneasy smile. She hoped he'd never find out.
"C'mon. Let's get you off of the floor and put some ice on that," she cringed at how roughed up he looked.
Minuets later Mitsuki was cleaning up the mess she made by throwing Mikey into her couch. The American had BAGS of ice piled on his aching body and was hardly recognizable. As soon as her couch was up and fixed Mitsuki walked over to her American friend/crush/co-star. Lifting off a frozen pack of peas off of Mikey's face, Mitsuki smiled at him.
"The couch is set back up," she chimed happily. "You can sit over there instead of on this hard kitchen chair."
Mikey moved out from under the pile of ice bags. The American was shivering as he clapped his arms across each other.
"D-d-d-do y-y-y-you h-h-h-have a b-b-b-blanket?" he quivered, teeth chattering
Mitsuki's head inflated with happiness as a smile almost leaped off of her face as Mikey sat on the couch.
"Sure!" she chimed. "Wait here for a sec while I get one!"
She skipped into her room and retrieved her Lily and Mitsuki themed blanket. Upon skipping back out to the living room she nearly dropped the blanket when she saw an agent sneaking up behind Mikey. The man held a line of rope in his hands, poised to tie and gag the shivering American in order to take him back to Agency HQ.
Mitsuki hurled herself into action.
Seizing an eggbeater from the kitchen counter, Mitsuki threw the blanket over Mikey's face and body so he couldn't see a thing. Then she turned the eggbeater on and drove it into the agent's mouth. The man's tongue and lips became hopelessly tangled in the eggbeaters rotating mixing blades. With his screams muffled from his mouth being jammed in the kitchen appliance and the searing pain from his predicament, Mitsuki grabbed the man, threw him in a pillowcase that she suddenly possessed and chucked him out her door.
Mitsuki skipped back up to Mikey like nothing was going on.
"So!" the blue-haired actress chirped at her American friend. "It's Thursday! What are you doing tonight?"
Mikey was still floundering around in the blanket tossed on him and probably couldn't hear her. With her head inflating with concern, Mitsuki helped him out. Suddenly Mikey's head popped out of the blanket and the two's faces were inches apart. There was a second that it took for them to realize they were starring at each other.
"Aw!" Mitsuki cooed, head inflating at the cuteness of the scene in front of her. "You look like a cute little potato wrapped in a blanket!"
Mikey, whether he knew it or not, flushed as he smiled.
"Gee," he beamed. "That's the nicest thing I've heard all day!"
Mitsuki's anime body was still floating off of the ground at the sweet moment.
"Hold still!" she commanded. "I gotta get my camera!"
She zipped into her room and then back out to the living room faster than the wind itself. Mikey was still as precious as he was a mere second ago. Mitsuki held the camera to her eye.
"Okay Mikey," the blue-haired actress focused her camera on the cherished sight. "Try to look like a potato!"
… What? ...
But Mikey seemed to understand what Mitsuki wanted. The American pulled it off by smiling like an idiot while wrapped in the plushy blanket. With a click and a flash, the memory was stored in a photograph. Mitsuki giggled happily.
"I can't wait until that one's developed!" she chimed holding the camera in her hands before throwing it over her shoulder. "Hold it Mikey!"
The American hadn't moved but looked up at his lady friend with wide eyes.
"There's not another bug on me is there?" his face twisted with worry. "I can't take another pillow in the face…"
Mitsuki laughed, yes laughed.
"No silly!" she beamed. "I wanna take a mental picture of this too!"
Making "L"s with both thumb and forefingers on each of her hands, Mitsuki made a box with her fingers. She held it up to her eye. Holding in a giggle Mitsuki zoomed up to her American friend like a photographer… without a camera. Clicking her tongue, she mimicked the sound of a real camera.
"You sure like pictures Mitsuki," Mikey voiced, feeling a blush begin to form under his skin as Mitsuki was jumping around the couch and getting mental photographs.
Mitsuki nodded proudly, her anime head inflating with happy.
"It's moments like this, when I have a good friend, that I take the most pictures," she voiced happily.
But then she stopped when her mental "camera" picked up on something strange. Mikey's face was flushed as she starred at her. Mitsuki blinked but dropped her finger camera.
"What?" she questioned, a blast of anime embarrassed steam shooting from her ears. "Do I have something on my face? I did eat that mustardy hotdog for lunch… Did I get some mustard on my shirt?"
As she glanced down at her shirt, Mitsuki heard Mikey clear his throat.
"N-n-no," he stammered. "Nothing's on your face…"
The blue-haired actress looked up at her American friend, confused with his speechlessness. The American's face was pink and his eyes half-way open in a dreamy manner. There it was. A bewitching expression was on Mikey's face. It made Mitsuki's insides flip and her thoughts halt. The look seemed like a warm and fuzzy hour but in reality the noteworthy sensation probably was only as long as that second lasted.
It was perplexing, yet oddly enjoyable. Mikey never looked at her like the way he gazed at her in that moment and it made Mitsuki wonder. She was never good when it came to reading the American's body language. But Mitsuki deciphered that Mikey was holding an inaudible conversation with his eyes.
Mikey's bedazzling expression made a wordless voice become so loud in Mitsuki's mind that it dazed her. But she could feel something communicated through his eyes, something… pleasant. The transfer was vague, but Mitsuki could hear a whisper through the confusion.
A whisper of something stronger than friendship.
"I've been wanting to ask you Mitsuki…" their gaze was ripped apart when Mikey dropped his eyes as he spoke.
Mitsuki life was hinging on his next words.
The American's mouth flapped open like a gasping fish and the blush on his face intensified. Rubbing the back of his neck, not to ease the throbbing of his head, but to fight off the awkwardness, Mikey looked up to his friend with expressive eyes.
"I was wondering if you'd like to-" but he was cut off when the apartment door burst open.
In poured Gonard, Guano, Lily and… someone else.
"Guys!" Gonard came running into the room like he'd just seen a ghost drive a car through a crowd of old people. "Look! Look! We've got a new friend!"
The actor/spaz pointed to Lily. Mikey and Mitsuki blinked at what they saw in their friend's arms. There was a life-sized male dummy that looked like it'd been chewed on, dropped through a wood-chipper and glued back together, then run over and given the close from the bottom of the fashion roster.
"His name is Senior Puddin'!" Gonard chirped, then whispered with a big anime face. "He's from Ecuador."
"Gonard," Guano shook his head. "That's not his name and he's not from Ecuador. His name is Skoog and he's from Helsinki."
Gonard growled at Guano.
"Look at his skin tone and defined European features!" Guano argued. "Skoog is clearly from Helsinki!"
"NO WAY!" Gonard shot back. "Have you heard his accent?! Senior Puddin' is totally from Ecuador!"
The two must have discounted the facts that the dummy couldn't talk and it was just a run-of-the-mill educational exercise dummy.
Lily, on the other hand, who was looking like her blood reached boiling point gave Mikey and Mitsuki a death glare that was meant to kill everyone in the room.
"Wow Lily! It's-… uh…" Mitsuki chirped in her normal cheerful, glass-is-half-full personality paused as she tried to find nice words to say. "I don't… uh… Will he get along with the rest of your stuffed animals?"
The LilyMu sweetheart fumed and was about to vent her wrath unto her friends when they all heard the dummy talk.
"Your temper is rising," the mechanical dummy beeped. "Count to ten and visit your happy place. Remember, people will like you more if you are calm and collected."
Lily's eyebrow twitched at the dummy in her arms. Gonard smiled triumphantly at Guano.
"Told ya Guano. Ecuador accent all the way," Gonard smiled a cattish smile and darted over to Mikey. "Gimme a "Dummy's-from-Ecuador-high-five" Mikey!"
Humoring his friend, the American slapped Gonard's hand.
"Lily," Mitsuki cringed. "That thing's hideous. What are you doing with that dirty, creepy dummy anyhow?"
The innocent question would have normally induced Lily's entire wrath, but since she now had a temper coach, the LilyMu sweetheart narrowed her eyes at her friend.
"It is for my mandatory anger management class," Lily tried to smile and keep her voice down. "Since going to those bogus classes wasn't enough torture, my teacher gave me… Ted here to look after."
"Beef the biker's the teacher for that class right?" Mikey asked.
Lily gave a nod, anime question mark popping over her head.
"How'd you know?" she returned.
"I'd recognize that ugly thing anywhere," Mikey laughed. "That dummy's Chum property. We use that thing to stand in for us when we can't be certain places…"
Cut to some random courtroom with the dummy standing as the accused.
"Mr. Simon," the judge peered over at the dummy with the fake red-haired wig on it, "you stand accused of voluntary J-walking."
The jury and courtroom gasped, their anime bodies inflating with horror.
"How do you plead?" the judge sneered.
"Your temper is rising," the mechanical dummy beeped. "Count to ten and visit your happy place. Remember, people will like you more if you are calm and collected."
"GUILTY!" the judge proclaimed, slamming his gavial down on his desk. "A million hours behind a maximum security bars!"
The sound of prison bars closing could be heard as the dummy was escorted out of the room in handcuffs.
Back to the here and now…
"What I can't figure out is how he escaped the last prison sentence…" Mikey mused out loud as he looked at the dummy.
Lily pulled on her hair.
"This is unfair," she moaned. "I have enough creepy people to deal with."
She looked over at Guano and Gonard giving each other wedgies. Lily puffed out an aggravated sigh.
"Now I gotta haul this gruesome thing around with me," she added. "Not good for my social life lemme tell you."
Cut to the street only minuets before… Lily was pelted with rocks and pursued by a mob with pitchforks and torches.
"She's a witch I tells ya!" some random person shouted out. "Burn 'er! Burn 'er!"
Lily booked it for her life.
Back to her apartment…
"If you bozos need me," the blond LilyMu sweetheart grumbled. "I'll be trying to get rid of this thing."
And she walked out the door.
"That's Senior Puddin' Lily!" Gonard called after her.
"Skoog! It's Skoog!" Guano pushed Gonard down and ran after Lily.
Gonard zipped after Guano after Lily.
Mikey and Mitsuki were left alone once again. They both blinked at the silence.
"That was very strange," Mitsuki voiced then she giggled. "Looks like we'll have a new roommate. Great. Another pair of eyes to watch me. Let's see me get any sleep now."
As the blue-haired actress giggled, Mikey gave her a scared look.
"Anyway," Mitsuki cleared the air with a wave of her hand before her head inflated with happy. "What were you just about to ask me Mikey?"
Mikey's face went beet red as he curled a finger in his shirt collar and gave a tug.
"Well-… I w-w-wanted to know-…" the American began before Mitsuki looked over his shoulder and caught sight of an agent suspended by a balloon float by the window.
Immediately Mitsuki was put on edge. Her anime expression was nervous as she began taking subtle side steps toward Mikey. She couldn't let him see the danger, though the American was nervously rambling on about something having to do with a mall corn dog. In one movement Mitsuki yanked off her shoes and bounced over the couch.
"My feet are aching," Mitsuki blurted out, a nervous sweat-drop running down her face as she eyed the agent outside her window. "Can you give my feet a massage Mikey?"
Mikey looked up at her like her head exploded.
"What?" he questioned. "What did you just ask me?"
Mitsuki was growing increasingly weary that Mikey might spot the agent.
"I said massage my feet!" she snapped back at him her head inflating with aggravation.
With her firm tone Mikey was immediately on his knees with one of Mitsuki's feet in his hands. The ex-spy turned actress let out a relieved sigh. The last thing she wanted was for Mikey to find out that he was being hunted by the Agency.
….
…
Then Mitsuki began to drift into a relaxed haze as she felt Mikey's hands massage her tired feet. She forgot about her troubles as she melted into a puddle of relaxed goo.
R&R! LONG LIVE ROCK!