Michael x Nica: The Love Stories

Warning: The following contains strong language. Reader discretion is advised. Author's Note: Taking a short break from "Akayuki" to celebrate my Michael and Nica's anniversary. This is how they bonded. Over a cup of ramen.  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 Ramen Cup One night, I’m sitting on the living room floor in the dark, the only light the TV glow. (I can’t remember what I was watching. Probably a game show.) I’m missing my old house in New Jersey, my dead family, Fred’s house on Elm Street, any friends I had anywhere because there is no one to talk to here except Freddy, and there are things I can’t tell him, although he could extract them in my dreams, but he won’t because I’d kill him. (No, I couldn’t stop him even if I wanted to. We just agree not to fuck with each other that way. It’s abusive and toxic. Not ...

Warning: The following contains strong language and character death. Reader discretion is advised. Author's Note: Foley is the doctor from "Cult of Chucky". Frank is the priest from "Curse of Chucky". Mixter is Chucky's psychiatrist from season two of the Chucky TV series.  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 6 “Jake, how much did you overhear? Tell the truth, please,” I ask on the ride home. Jake sighs. “All of it, Nica-sama,” he answers. “I thought so.” I brood for a moment then: “Enough ‘Nica-sama’. We’re family.” “All right.” I scowl at the back of his head. “What?” I demand. “If this is about Chucky, I didn’t ask to be his host body, Jake. You know that.” “I know, but it’s not that,” Jake explains. “It’s Michael.” “Jake,” I tell him. “You know nothing.” “Huh?” He glances back at me, offended. I hold up ...

Warning: The following contains references to murder. 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~ Chapter 5 ~o~ Six days later, Jake carries me to the rickshaw and sets me in the passenger seat. Michael is watching us from the balcony. His expression is blank but his right hand is wrapped so tight around the hilt of his katana his knuckles have turned white. Mixter is standing at the front entrance of the Akayuki main house trembling with fury. “You are not to stay longer than one hour,” she says. “If you disobey, I will send for you and arrest that perverted old man on kidnapping and endangerment charges.” I roll my eyes.  Jake is standing in front of the rickshaw, handles in hand, and looking over his shoulder at me. I look over my shoulder at Michael and wave goodbye. Michael stares back. I turn my back on him and ...

Warning: The following contains strong language and violence. Reader discretion is advised. Author’s Note: This was written separately from the other chapters so excuse the inconsistencies. The story is the same, regardless. 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 masked ronin struck again. The guards return the body to the main house.  The head is inside a burlap bag. The bag drips and leaves a trail of blood on the tatami mats. One of my maids cries out in fright behind me. Another dashes out the open door. I hear her being ill in the silence.  I can taste my own breakfast against the back of my throat but I swallow it down and give the order. “Inform the family and bury the body.” I watch more blood drip from the bottom of the burlap bag and… …bite my bottom lip to keep from laughing. ‘Cause this is funny shit. ...