Summary: Takamichi has traveled through various timelines all with the goal to save his first love and his friends. He stumbles upon one timeline in which he finds what might be the key to keeping Mikey on the straight and narrow. Rory is as sweet as she is vicious, a perfect mix of heaven and hell, angel and demon. Enter the Naphalem.

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Chapter 1 Late Night Brawl

Time travel.

It was something that people only thought existed in books and movies. At least, Takamichi had thought so before he had found himself going back in time to his middle school days. The perfect power to help him change the future and save the only girlfriend he ever had.

To do this, though, he had to prevent Toman's two leaders, Mikey and Kisaki, from meeting.

A mission Takamichi felt like he was succeeding at, bit by bit. It wasn't easy going back and forth, trying to stop the death of Draken and change the future. After succeeding in saving Draken, though, Takamichi was hit with a surprising development.

Alpha.

A small time group of thugs who thought they could push in on Toman's turf while they were distracted with first Mobius and then the appearance of Vallhala. Deciding he had humored the jerks long enough, Mikey decided to teach them the error of their ways. A decision that led to a middle of the night fight in a park.

Takamichi wanted to stop the fight, but there was no stopping Mikey when he wanted to fight.

With residential housing and small businesses all around the park, Takamichi had expected someone to call the cops, but none came. The people in the area probably didn't want any further trouble with the local gangs. He could understand that where people like Mikey were concerned.

Mikey, on the other hand, didn't seem to concerned, or even excited about the fight. They were small time street thugs that had over extended their stay. That said, it was a good way to vent his frustrations. Idly, as he kicked one guy across the face, Mikey thought back to the fortune cookie he'd open earlier that day.

Angels mend our patchwork hearts with threads of love. You will find your mender today.

Mikey wasn't so sure he agreed with the first half of the fortune. It didn't sound right to him. After all, according to Christians...the devil was once an angel. It wouldn't be until after that night that he would hear someone refer to angels in a way he could agree with.

Even angels have their wicked schemes.

The person who would utter that sentence came into Mikey's life like a wrecking ball on a war path.

Mikey had just faced off with Alpha's leader, a guy named Shou, the fight escalating to levels of noise that would put a rock concert to shame. Above all that noise rose a single voice of pure annoyance.

"Good golly God, what is with all this God forsaken racket!?"

Every fist and foot came to a halt, Shou flinching at the voice. He hissed lowly to himself as he turned to look at the speaker. All eyes flew to the open gateway to the park, landing on the young girl standing there. She had obviously just rolled out of bed, her long, golden tresses a mess about her, falling clear down to her rounded hips.

Her fair-skinned, heart-shaped face was free of make-up – not that she needed it – her cheeks flushed from the crisp night air, and her long-lashed, dark cyan eyes were narrowed behind the lenses of a pair of silver-framed glasses she had haphazardly perched on the uplifted tip of her nose. She was holding a cardigan robe closed over a tank top and shorts that she apparently wore as pajamas. The look was completed by a pair of black, fuzzy slippers on her feet.

Evidently, she had forgotten to remover her jewelry before bed because she had two sets of diamond-studded hoops in each ear, a black lace choker with a single tear-shaped, diamond charm hanging from it, clipped around her slender throat. Sleep evidently had beaten out removing her jewelry and she didn't seem happy to have been awoken from it.

Her eyes scanned the fighting boys before they fixed in on Shou and a scoff left her cupid-bow lips. "Of course it would be you. Do any of you have any idea what time it is? People around these parts have early days. Take the fight elsewhere, Shou, before you piss me off again."

Her speech was heavily layered with an accent one would hear in movies about southern America. That mixed with the natural blond hair and fair skin was all they needed to tell that the girl was a foreigner.

Shou, stiffened when she spoke, but he didn't move, just straightened his shoulders under the scrutiny of her gaze. "This isn't any of your business, bitch. Go home before you get hurt. Don't want to injure that pretty face of yours, right?"

Perfectly plucked eyebrows twitched before her gaze narrowed further. "Excuse you?" Shou, who had only gloated in the face of Mikey, actually flinched before those two words, gulping down a lump in his throat. "Holy motherfucker, do you actually have something to say, you spineless sack of shit?"

Eyes darted between the two, no one else saying anything. It was truly intriguing to Mikey to watch how Shou tensed beneath this girl's gaze when he hadn't even flinched when faced with Mikey. The girl's expression and tone infliction hadn't changed in the slightest, yet Shou jolted as she simply reached up to adjust her glasses.

Despite his unease with the girl, he tried his hand at bravado. "This isn't a matter for some American hick like you!"

Even Mikey could tell that that was a bad choice of words. Whoever this girl was, her eyes snapped up, sharp as a blade as her hand slowly fell away from her glasses. There was a certain air about her that just screamed "demon". "Oh? You don't say. Clearly, you're forgotten a crucial rule I taught you. No matter. I'm happy to reteach it to you as many times as I must for it to finally stick."

Shou's face drained of color, all of his men backing away from the scene, one step at a time. "Now listen here, be reasonable." Shou stumbled back as she approached him, calm and collected, as if she was merely taking a night time stroll. "You know you're out numbered."

"Oh? You say that like you think I care." One by one, the girl started cracking her knuckles, moving on to her other finger joints once done. Each crack made Shou flinch as if she was slapping him. "I honestly had thought you knew better by now. I would say no worries, but this is not your first slight against me. It isn't even your second. How does the baseball saying go? "Three strikes you're out"? Yes, I think that's applicable."

"Come on -" Shou jerked as she reached out, patting him on the top of his head despite him being taller. It was like she was berating a child.

She gave him a charming smile that didn't come close to reaching her eyes. "You already know you fucked up. Now...take your beating like a man."

No one saw it coming. Mikey certainly never expected to watch a delicate-looking girl in fuzzy slippers do what she did next.

Gripping Shou's hair with the hand she already had on his head, the girl sharply brought his head down as her knee came up quickly. The two met in a resounding crack of the boy's nose and teeth breaking. She completely ignored the blood on her knee and that was pouring from his nose and mouth as she dropped her knee. While the majority of Shou's guys were horrified and backed even further away from her, not all of them were so smart.

One, an older guy, charged her back. Mikey moved to intercept, not willing to stand by and watch a guy attack a girl's back, but she merely leaned her head back to look at the guy over her shoulder. "You bitch!"

Her eyes flashed, going razor-sharp. In what seemed to be a blink of the eye, she released Shou, grabbed the other boy's wrist and turned to flick out one slipper-clad foot to knock his ankles together. The action took him off balance, his feet coming out from under him, giving her the opening to brace her free hand in his armpit and flip the boy over her shoulder. With a sickening crack, she slammed the boy down on top of Shou.

Several hisses sounded as the two boys' head collided hard. She didn't release his arm though, the girl twisting the limb as she slammed her foot down on his head, pinning him in place on top of Shou.

The boy locked in place, she gave a toss of her head, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "Apparently, Shou hasn't taught you about my one warning for all policy. That, or you don't care that you already had your first slight against me and now, you, my idiotic moron, are fucked. So let's see what your tally is. There's the initial slight of waking me up, which I let slide. Stupid will be stupid. Then there's your oh-so brazen attempt to attack me while my back was turned, and the disrespect in the way that you likened me to a female dog. Yes, I think this will do."

"What are y - "

A blood curdling scream of pain left the boy as a sickening, gunshot-like crack sounded as she gave the boy's arm a hard twist and sharp yank backwards, expertly dislocating his shoulder and breaking his arm in one go. A long string of curses left the boy as she let his arm fall uselessly to the ground. She turned away from the boy, leaving him laying there as she yanked her cardigan closer around her body. Then she nudged Shou's head with her toe to turn his face and meet his eyes.

"I don't care where you go, Shou, but take your rift raft gaggle of idiots and get lost. You wasted my time and your own. In case you haven't realized it, even without my interference those other guys would have kicked your chicken shit ass. Get lost."

Shou forced himself up onto his hands and knees, shoving his unconscious buddy aside. He pressed a hand to his still bleeding nose. "You whore! You don't know what you're talking about!"

The girl's sharp eyes dropped to him in a way that had a whimper leaving him. She crouched in front of him, a smile on her face that made her cold glare all the more scarier. "You already dug your grave, Shou, so please...keep talking. Don't forget who you're dealing with. Next time, I won't break an arm or leg. It'll be something far more precious to you, and you know I can. I know how much you boys treasure that thing."

Her eyes dropped down to his belt line before returning to his face with a savage smile. That look was all it took for the boys around her to catch her meaning. Shou quickly released his nose to cover his crotch. "You wouldn't!"

"Oh, but you know I would. And I have the knife on me to do so right now. So, I'm going to give you an ultimatum...get lost and don't ever come back, or you, and your boys, will be added to my collection." Her head tilted to the side, a smile curling her lips. "Now...run."

Shou didn't hesitate. He flew to his feet, his boys gathering their fallen comrades as they all beat a hasty retreat away from the site. The girl picked up a pair of brass knuckles one of the boys had dropped and rose to her feet. She cupped her mouth with her other hand to yell after them.

"You forgot these, you wimps!" She drew her arm back and, with frightening accuracy, she threw the knuckles, hitting Shou in the back of the head and knocking him out. She readjusted her cardigan as his guys collected him and vanished down the road.

Mitsuya wiped his bloody nose as he spoke. "We didn't need your interference."

Cyan eyes turned to him, not a single ounce of interest in their gaze as they swept over him. She merely told him straight what she thought. "You can get lost, too. You've already used up your free strike, waking me when I have to be at work in two hours. Wake me up again after the night I've had and I will hunt your asses down."

She turned, gave a flick of her hair and walked away, shrugging her cardigan closer to ward off the chill. She didn't get far before Mikey called her to a stop. "Wait up."

A groan left her lip as she turned to look at him, displeased look on her face. "Yes?"

"What's your name?"

The girl blinked in surprise, her gaze turning thoughtful. She turned then. "Figure it out yourself. Waking me up at this ungodly hour...like I'll answer that."

She walked away then, the boys staring after her as she vanished off down the street. It took a moment before Mikey spoke with an amused smile on his face. "Well, that's one way to end a fight."

"What do you want to do, Mikey?" Draken turned to look at him. "Should we go after them, or her?"

"No," There was a thoughtful look on Mikey's face. His eyes were fixed on the direction the girl had vanished in. "Leave them. I have a feeling they won't be back and that we met the reason why they had only invaded this area and no further. I want to know who that girl was."

"She works at the local bakery." This came from Hakkai. "I've seen her there the few times I've passed by. Rumors I've heard paint her as a real hard ass. Anyone who has been stupid enough to mess with the bakery or the locals around it, haven't been stupid enough to do it a second time. She's not shy about planting her foot in people's asses. I didn't think they were serious, those rumors, but apparently they are."

All eyes turned to Mikey as he considered this information. From the look on his face, they could all tell that they might be seeing more of this mystery girl.

Hopefully, just not on the receiving end of her kicks.

END

Kyandi: Personally, that would have been me, too, if someone woke me up like that. Anyway, I'll be starting my character interactions in the next chapter and will be right back. Hang tight!