Michael x Nica: The Love Stories

Warning: The following contains mild strong language and mild violence. Reader discretion is advised. Author's Note: I apologize for the delay. This is the complete third chapter. No breaking it up into parts. Yes, I kept the Michael and Laurie are siblings thing. Blame me for being born in the 1980s and my first Halloween movie being Halloween II (1981). I apologize for the terrible cliffhanger at the end. I won't leave you hanging, though. Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual persons living or deceased is purely coincidental.  ~o~ Chapter 3  Mixter and two guards stood in front of the main house when my rickshaw pulled up to it. Mixter’s smug smile nauseated me, but I didn’t let her get to me. “Something the matter?” I asked Mixter. “You are both under arrest,” Mixter announced. “What are the charges, Mixter-san?” She narrowed her eyes on me. “You left the village without permission, ...

Warning: The following contains strong language. Reader discretion is advised. Author's Note: This concludes chapter two. There's a lot of backstory I need to tell you but for this chapter: Freddy gave up his demon powers. He's mortal again. Nica was his apprentice before she was forced to return and become heir of the Akayuki clan. You can probably figure out who the masked ronin annoying Jason Voorhees is. 🤭 Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. ~o~ When we reached the Krueger house, Nancy refused to let me inside. “Why? Because I didn’t bring him a bottle of sake?” I sneered. “Because he doesn’t want to see or hear you, Charles Lee Ray,” Nancy answered from the other side of the rice paper door. “I don’t want to see him, either.” I looked over my shoulder at Nica’s Bodyguard. “Hey. Catch me. I’m gonna take a short nap.” Nica’s Bodyg...

Warning: This chapter contains mild strong language. Reader discretion is advised. Author's Note: Disregard the American names I snuck in here. I may change them later. And I may not. Tiffany has to stay, though. Like chapter one, I broke this chapter up so it wouldn't be humongously long. Nica-Chucky is temporary. So don't get too attached. Sorry. Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. ~o~ We reached the Elm District in time for a late lunch. Unlike back in Hackensack, we didn’t have guards and spies to contend with here. I coaxed my bodyguard into the Red Light District for lunch at an old friend’s place of business. Tiffany, the proprietress of Belle's, welcomed us and treated us to a lunch spread I only received at home on New Year’s. After our run and the anxiety of the previous hours, I ate everything I could reach on the table....

Warning: This chapter contains mild violence. Reader discretion is advised. Author's Note: I'm calling this Chapter One Part 2. It's too long to post as one whole chapter. Anyway, yes, that is Nica-Chucky at the end. I apologize for the dog, but you know Michael and dogs and the animal had been trained to kill.  Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. ~o~ My bodyguard woke me an hour after dawn. I apologized to him for sleeping so late, but he ignored me. Ren brought in my breakfast tray soon after I awoke and helped me wash my face and change clothes. After I ate (I had to force myself to eat; I was too nervous in regards to the upcoming day ahead), my bodyguard returned and carried me outside to the waiting rickshaw. “Going out, Nica-sama?” Mixter. I struggled to keep my expression neutral as my bodyguard set me into the rickshaw’s pas...

Author's Note: The main story begins. Point of view switches to Nica. I apologize for the beginning being jarring, but I don't write in a linear fashion. I think that's the right word for it. I can't correct it. I've tried. I ask you to be patient with me.  Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction. It is meant for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. ~o~ The Elders were not happy to see the uninvited guest in the room. I didn’t care what they thought. “He saved my life. He needs work. He will earn his keep.” “And if he betrays us?” Mixter asked. The old bitch couldn’t stop looking down her nose at me. I was trouble, so, of course, I would invite more into the house. “He won’t,” I assured her and the two men seated on either side of her. “But if he does, I will take off his head and present it to you.” * “I didn’t mean that,” I told my bodyguard as he pulled my rickshaw across the grounds ...

Warning: This chapter contains strong language, mild violence, and references to sexual assault (not graphic, just accusations made). Reader discretion is advised. Author's Note: This is the conclusion of the prologue. I broke it into two parts due to length. Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction. It is meant for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. ~o~ Akayuki (Red Snow) Prologue Concluded  When he reached the nearest inn, he learned the truth about the girl he found in the snow. “Her name is Nica,” the proprietress of the inn whispered to him once the girl had been put to bed. “She’s the heiress of the Akayuki clan. Have you heard of them?” The stranger shook his head. “Really?” the proprietress queried. “Where did you say you were from?” He hadn’t said and he maintained his silence. He stared at the woman before him until she looked away, clutching the collar of her kimono tighter over her throat. ...

Warning: The following contains mild violence. Reader discretion is advised. Author's Note: This particular story is set in a feudal Japan alternate universe.  Disclaimer: The following is a work of fan fiction. It is intended for entertainment purposes only. Any resemblance to actual persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. ~o~ Akayuki (Red Snow) Prologue  The stranger followed a trail of red blood in the snow until he reached the body of a young woman wearing a red kimono but no shoes. There was fresh blood on her hands. Her right hand was still curled around the pink bound hilt of a short katana. When the stranger stooped beside her, he caught the scent of strawberries rising off her long, brown hair. “Call me Chucky,” she murmured in her sleep. A strange name for a young woman. The stranger lifted her out of the snow.