Michael x Nica: The Love Stories

Warning: The following contains strong language and references to violence and death. Reader discretion is advised. Author's Note: This concludes Michael's backstory. I didn't repeat the face-off with Charles Lee Ray (Chucky) since it's already in the main story. Sadly, until I write more, Akayuki is now on hiatus. Thank you for reading this far. Hopefully, we will meet again. 🎃❤️ 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~ Lonnie ran back to Michael and Annie's house, alone. None of the adults he needed were able to accompany him. The village doctor was in emergency surgery at the moment. A stranger had entered the village earlier, a man carrying a red katana, which he had used to hack off a sentry’s arm. As for Annie's father, he told Lonnie to go home. “It’s dangerous right now,” the village constable told him. “Until we fi...

Author's Note: Reminder: Chucky is still human. He hasn't transferred his soul yet.  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~ Lonnie didn’t appear at the tea house the next day or the day after.  Michael assumed the boy had finally taken his advice and returned to school. Good. He belonged in school, not a tea house. When a week passed, Michael wondered what had happened to the boy.  “Ask his mother,” Annie suggested when he brought up the subject of Lonnie at dinner.  Michael shook his head. “I don’t know her, and her family is not my business.” He reached out and laid a hand on his wife’s pregnant belly. He smiled as their child chose that moment to kick. However, he couldn’t stop thinking as he rolled dango the next morning what he would do if his own child became distant. “Move over.” Lonnie. Pulling up a chair to the counter...

Warning: The following contains: suggestive dialogue. Reader discretion is advised. 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~ On the walk home that evening, Lonnie didn’t chatter the entire time and Michael knew why. “How much did Loomis-sensei tell you about me?” Lonnie sighed in exasperation. “You are one selfish jerk.” “Excuse me?” Michael asked. “You think everyone talks about you.” “They don’t?” “Nope,” Lonnie said. “In fact, my mom didn’t even know who you were when I told her about you. She thought the tea house was permanently shuttered.” “Obviously, she’s wrong.” “I told her you and Annie reopened it. Then she asked if Annie was working while she was pregnant.”  “She would be if the doctor would let her,” Michael said. “Then Mom asked what Annie was going to do after the baby arrived, as far as running the tea house is concerned.” “She’...

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~ “Let me be your assistant.” A month had passed and Lonnie still ditched school every weekday to spend time in the tea house “helping” Michael. Yes, actually helping and not harassing customers or Michael himself.  Michael expected this latest request. In fact, Annie had forewarned him. “Lonnie’s from a large family—mom, no dad, three brothers and two sisters. Lonnie’s the youngest. He gets lonely, so once he latches on to you, he’s yours until you dump him on someone else. Ask Laurie if you don’t believe me. He followed her around for months before you showed up and piqued his interest.” “No,” Michael answered. “What?! Why not?” Lonnie followed Michael out of the kitchen and into the dining room.  “You’re too short.” Michael approached the table where a man in a tan traveling cloak waited. “You’re t...

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~ As promised, the boy stood outside the tea house the next morning when Michael arrived for work. “Lonnie.” He used the name Annie had provided for him. “Lonnie is a little shit,” she informed him during dinner. “I babysat him a couple of times when I was still in school. Just threaten to tell his mom he’s skipping school and he’ll leave you alone, guaranteed. He’s terrified of his mother.” Annie frowned and rubbed her pregnant belly. “In fact, so am I. She’s a yeller.” The boy appeared surprised by the name drop then scowled at him. “Mister Elam to you. Only my mom calls me Lonnie.” “Speaking of your mother,” Michael said. “I should tell her where you are in case she goes to the school and doesn’t find you there.” “She won’t. She doesn’t care about me.” The boy scuffed the ground with the toe of his sandal. ...

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~ The boy stood beside him, sulking, as he closed up the tea house for the day.  “Stop sulking,” Michael told him. The boy continued to sulk.  He had sulked through the lunch hour. He had sulked when Michael made him sit down in the kitchen and eat a bowl of rice and some fish.  “Your growling stomach is disturbing the customers,” Michael said and handed the sulking boy a pair of chopsticks. “I assume your mother taught you how to use chopsticks.” The boy scowled and demonstrated he did in fact know how to use chopsticks. Michael was impressed. Between customers, he made sure the boy ate lunch and washed his dirty dishes before allowing him to leave the kitchen. The work day was over now so Michael could finally send the boy home. “Where do you live?” Michael asked him. The boy averted his head. ...

Warning: The following contains suggestive dialogue. Reader discretion is advised. Author's Note: Ojo-samas is for young ladies. Obaa-san is for older women or a grandmother. Ojii-san is for older men or a grandfather. The older woman Michael calls obaa-san was Mrs. Blankenship from "Halloween 6", but I dropped that and just used a regular elderly lady. 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~ "Ojo-samas.” Michael placed mugs of steaming tea in front of his two customers followed by individual plates of dango. The ladies giggled. Judging by their ages, they couldn’t be twenty-one yet.  Michael bowed to them before returning to the kitchen. “Girls really like you.” The boy stood on a chair drying dishes. “Get out of the kitchen,” Michael ordered. “Are you married? My mom says you have a wife and a baby.” The boy finished his self-...

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~ One cup of tea later, the boy continued to hang around the tea house. “Go home,” Michael ordered as he paused in his sweeping. They were outside in the warm sunshine.  “Can’t,” the boy said, kicking a stone across the road with the toe of his sandal. “Why not?” Michael asked. “Did you forget where it is?” The boy rolled his brown eyes. “I’m supposed to be in school. My mom comes home from work and finds me there, she’ll kill me.” Michael gave the boy a blank look. “Go to school.” He resumed sweeping. “Can I see your katana?” The infuriating child continued his pestering. “Move.” The boy skipped out of the way of the broom. “You have one then?” “Mind your business.” “My friend Richie saw you walking with it clutched in your hand a couple of days ago. He said it’s blue. The scabbard and the, um…” “Never mi...

Warning: The following contains sensuality. Reader discretion is advised. Author's Note: While I write new chapters for the main story, I hope you enjoy this backstory with Michael and Lonnie. These two were fun to write. And Annie, too. Laurie is mentioned but doesn't appear. 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~ Michael Myers walked to work with two shadows following him. One shadow belonged to him, the other, smaller shadow belonged to an eight-year-old boy from the village. The boy’s name was Lonnie Elam, although Michael did not know him yet. The village was Haddonfield, a small village that had not welcomed Michael home three years ago. Despite the glares he received daily from the villagers, he had met his wife Annie here, and it was here where he worked in his late mother’s tea house, ironically named Two Shadows. Michael...

Warning: The following contains references to violence and death. Reader discretion is advised. Author's Note: This is where I am going to have to stop until I write some more of this saga. I have one more Akayuki piece ready--a story about Michael's past with Annie. And the identity of Nica's dead lover--the Masked Ronin imposter--is revealed this chapter. Did you guess right or did I surprise you? I don't like him. My Michael definitely doesn't like him for reasons other than being one of his impersonations. That's jealousy, Michael. 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~ The real Masked Ronin left bodies in the Red Light District overnight. Two Akayuki foot soldiers and the prostitute they had paid for the night. Nica watches me as Ren reads the report from the main house. I keep my expression blank, like a mask. Once w...

Author's Note: I know, I know. The past pairings are going to make someone angry but I like Annie. This is original Annie from "Halloween" (1978). And, yes, I borrowed one of Michael's injuries from "Halloween" (2018). Different circumstances on how he comes by the injury.  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~ Later “Who was it?” Jake whispers to Ren. Nica is asleep in her futon. Foley had me slip her a sedative in a cup of tea. “The Masked Ronin was Nica-sama’s former lover," he informed me once Nica fell asleep.  I glared him out of the room.  Ren wrings out a washcloth in the basin. “No idea.” Ren carries the washcloth to the futon and lays it across Nica’s forehead. I sit in my corner by the closed balcony doors. I have questions but no answers. Jake leaves with Ren. I change the washcloth an hour later. Nic...

Warning: The following contains violence. Reader discretion is advised. Author’s Note: I found this and decided to share. It’s written in Michael’s point of view. It occurs before Michael (The Masked Ronin) kills Mixter. The Japanese honorific “hime” means princess. And, no, the character at the end is not Ben Tramer. I’m not pulling a “Halloween II” (1981) or a “Halloween Ends” because it’s not Corey Cunningham, either. It’s someone from the “Chucky” universe. Also, the Chucky in the flashback is human Chucky, not doll Chucky. 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~ No! Stop! Please don’t hurt her! Please! “Michael?” I look at her. The Akayuki princess.  “Michael,” she repeats, like my name is a magic spell, but it’s more of a curse because once she utters it, I have to obey. I have to do whatever she says. “What’s wrong? You look sad.” ...