#mikayamada

"Something I can assist you with?"

character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS

ship with: Jugo

brotp: Jugo

Jugo was walking up to Mika's door he was going to pick her up so they could go to the airport to fly out to LA. It was Jugo's bands record release. They had been working so hard on getting everything right getting everything perfect. They wanted to release this album and have everyone stop when they heard the first song craving that success so badly yet someone kept him down to the Earth and made him focus on other things at times.

Mika.

"Um, no. No you don't...your son does though." Nervous laughter. So how does she tell Kagami about her...intimate relations with his son and not make things weird. "We're...good friends." VERY good friends. //hope this is alright aha. >A<;;//

"Oh, OH! Exclent then!" Kagami rubbed the back of his neck somehow nervous, the last time he taked with his son he told him not to try to be or act 'cool'.

"Say..."

It wasn’t often that Mika had to deal with violence, most of her work involved talking people out of it. She wasn’t always successful. Whether it was a shortcoming on the kunoichi’s end or the subject was beyond rational thought… It was still frustrating. What was even worse was having her target killed if they weren’t necessarily a threat. They’d made a lunge for her with a weapon, something she could have evaded but Danzo was even faster. One move had cut the man almost in half. Arterial spray managed to get blood everywhere. Fantastic.

"Was that really needed Danzo-san? I could have defended myself."

She looked to the elder, arms crossed and with an expression of annoyance.

"Three...two...one...go!"

The two young adults knocked back their glasses with ease, and only the man winced at the burning in his throat. "God, how do you stand this stuff?" Inoshi asked, his features contorting in disgust. The dark haired girl sitting next to him at the bar smirked as she relished in the familiar buzz forming in her brain.

"Years of practice," Shikari mused smugly, earning her a playful nudge from her teammate.

"Hey, quiet down, this is supposed to be our first year of practice, remember?" he pointed out, though no one could hear them over the blaring music of the dance floor. Not that anyone would really care. Any illegal drinking they did back in the day meant nothing now that they were old enough to drink out in the open. Shikari's twentieth birthday could not have come fast enough and she was enjoying all the bar life she could handle. This was her fifth venue in 3 weeks and it didn't look like she was slowing down anytime soon. Chomiki, who had never been much of a fan of their drinking adventures, had opted out after their first few outings, but Inoshi had stayed strong and continued to accompany her, if only because he enjoyed the nightlife even more than she did. She only cared about the drinking, he was in it for the whole shebang.

As if her very train of thought had willed it, a rather intense song came on and Inoshi gasped loudly, jumping from his seat. "I love this song! Shikari, you have to come dance with me!" he shouted, grabbing at her sleeve. She immediately resisted it, pulling back with a frown.

"No way man, I haven't drank nearly enough for that yet," she retorted.

"Come ooooooon!" he whined, tugging at her sleeve again. She responded by jerking back enough to free herself from his grip, scowling.