#ikamara one shot

[ikenbar]

Ikamara One Shot: Soccer Practice

Hey there! To the new folks here, I have a fanfiction called Mr. love: Ike’s Choice featuring my OC as the main character instead of Youran! I write these one shots in between chapters to give a background to Ike and create a sense of tension as you wait of the next chapter!! If you are interested, you can find the link to my masterlist of the fanfiction here! Thank you for those who have read this far in Ikamara’s story. I hope you enjoy and clear up any questions you guys have for my OC! Thanks again!!

~ Ike ‘n Bar Productions Productions

Setting: Starts in the past when Ike had just begun talking to her family after her two years of being mute. After that, it begins before the epilogue of Chapter Three.

You don’t need to know Ike’s story to understand what is happening but it would make more sense if you did read it!!

Warnings: Stories of abuse, murder, and domestic violence. It doesn’t go too far into detail but if you are sensitive to those tones, I’d suggest not reading.

But! We also have foster family bonding!, Adri being a sassy freak!, dares that involve second hand embarrassment!, Ashton character development!, Sam being the best younger brother ever!!, and cute lil Lola! Not to mention a flirty surprise guest at the end ,’:)

One Shot: Soccer Practice

“Hey! How was practice?”

Ike could sense something was off with Sam the moment he got to the car. He didn’t jump into it with his usual enthusiasm and his smile seemed to be sapped of energy. Still, he smiled and answered Maria’s question as best he could. “Fine. We just practiced strategies for tomorrow’s game.” Ike kept her eyes on Sam, waiting for him to keep talking. 

But he didn’t. 

Maria, seemingly unaware of Sam’s bad mood, said, “That’s nice, sweetie!” and pulled the car out of park. Sam rested his head on the soccer ball that he had brought with him and stared adamantly out of the window. Ike sat impatiently next to the sorrowful kid, asty to ask what was wrong. She had just barely begun talking to people again. She didn’t want to cross any boundaries. She would have asked Ashton, her second foster brother, for advice, but his eyes were trained on his new phone and he had no intention on looking away. 

Ike folded her arms impulsively. Noticing this, Sam finally looked over to her, catching her eyes before she could look away. “What’s wrong?” He asked, tilting his head slightly. Ike’s hands tightened on her sleeves.

“I... was hoping you would answer that.” She muttered, looking meaningfully at Sam. 

Sam shook his hands in front of him, smiling emptily. “Nothing!” He said all too loudly, “I had a good day! I’m-” He paused, looking between Ike’s eyes. Finally, Sam sighed, dropping his smile into something that seemed more comfortable for him to wear. “...How did you know?” Sam whispered, diverting his eyes from Ike’s. 

“We are... connected. R-right?” Ike asked meekly. 

Sam smiled softly. “Right.” He nodded. Ike nodded as well , relaxing her grip on her shoulders slightly.

 “So… What happened?” 

Sam remained silent for a moment. Then he sighed and slouched in his seat. “I’m holding the team back.” He said, leaning his head on the palm of his hand as he looked back out the window, “Everyone is so fast and they have all the strategies down. Then there’s me. The guy who can’t even kick a goal without tripping up.” Sam’s voice trailed off slightly, making him harder and harder to hear, “It’s because everyone has someone they can practice with at home. But, I don’t! I have a twin brother who hates sports, an older brother who is always out with friends, and a dad who is always working late as a janitor of some big company. I’m never gonna be as good as my team.” Sam pouted as tears came to his eyes, “I’ll only drag them down.” 

Ike shifted slightly in her seat. She didn’t know what to do. Her question she asked made her brother cry. She didn’t want him to cry. She wanted him to smile. What was she supposed to do?! Ike took a deep breath and put a hand on Sam’s shoulder. Sam looked up at her.

“I’m sorry you suck.” Ike’s voice cracked slightly as she spoke to him. Sam’s eyes went wide. He blinked at her for a moment, then he burst out laughing. Ike’s face flushed. That wasn’t the reaction she was going for but… she could work with it...

“Man, you’re bad at this.” Sam giggled, wiping away the tears that had fallen down his cheeks. Ike’s face fell slightly. “B-but!” Sam quickly said, waving his hands and bringing Ike’s attention back to him, “But I know you meant well!! So thank you!” Ike hesitated, then nodded. She took her hand off of Sam’s shoulder, folding them once more across her chest. Sam leaned his head onto her shoulder tenderly.

“If only you could help me with soccer.” he sighed, “Then I could be better and we could spend more time together.” Ike watched the boy at her side. She couldn’t do that. She promised herself she never would again. Not since… but Ike wanted nothing more than to see his normal smile again. And to do so would mean… it was time to swallow her pride and do the right thing. 

Ike leaned forward and tapped Maria on the shoulder. “C-can me and Sam go to the... park?” Ike asked timidly. Maria’s eyes flashed with surprise as she looked at Ike through the rearview mirror.

“Right now?” Maria asked, tilting the mirror to see her clearer.

“You can drop Sam and me off and take Ashton to his club,” Ike’s voice tightened as she quickly made her case, “and you can come back to pick us up after it’s done. I just… want to help Sam... with his soccer… is that’s ok?.” Ike’s voice trailed off as she watched Maria in the mirror. Maria’s face turned from a face of curiosity to one of warmth and love as her foster daughter spoke.

“That’s very sweet of you, Evie.” She cooed, “I’m ok with it as long as you two stick together.” Ike sighed with relief and nodded. “We will. Thank you.” She leaned back in her seat, taking slow breaths to ease her panic ridden heart. Sam wrapped his arms around Ike’s arm, squeezing it tightly. Ike looked down at her brother. His eyes were stars as he looked back at her. His normal bright, missing toothed smile had returned. “Thank you, Ike.” He whispered sincerely. Ease settled into Ike’s shoulders.

>

Maria drove away after dropping Ike and Sam off. They walked together through the park until they came to a small soccer field. Sam ran up one of the benches, threw his back pack onto it, and kicked his soccer ball out to the field and started playing with it. Ike placed her school bag next to Sam’s and, after a moment of consideration, took off her jacket and placed it with the bags. Pulling her sleeves down and over the palms of her hand, she joined Sam on the field. 

Sam stopped playing and watched Ike. She always seemed so closed off and she always hid her arms. He always wondered the answer but was too afraid to ask. Maria always told him that he was to be careful talking with her but… she was still a kid. Just like him. She just needed someone to love her like she was normal. Even if she wasn’t.

“Are you… ok?”

Sam blinked and focused his eyes on Ike. She leaned forward, trying to meet his eyes. Sam quickly smiled and nodded quickly. Before Ike could ask him anything more he kicked the ball to Ike, holding back slightly and letting it fall slightly short of her feet. She watched it for a moment. Then she tucked the ball over her foot and kicked the ball straight up in the air. She skillfully caught it on the side of her foot as it came back down and started toying with the ball, tossing it back and forth, getting used to the all too familiar weight. Sam watched her, mouth slacked and eyes bulging. Never had she ever looked so cool to him.

Ike looked up at Sam. A warmth rolled onto her cheeks as his sparkling eyes met hers. She cleared her throat and kicked the ball to him. “That was so cool!!” Sam jumped up and down and ran to Ike, ignoring the ball. “Where did you learn to do that?” Ike paused and looked down.

“That’s... not what we are here to learn.” Ike moved back to the ball as she timidly spoke, “Right now, I need you to show me what you need to work on," Ike gestured to the goal behind her, “And kick the ball into the goal.” 

Sam nodded, “Alright but afterwards, no need to teach me how to do that!” Ike pursed her lips to prevent a rising smile as she braced herself at the goal. Sam assumed his position behind the ball and eyed Ike. He stayed there a moment, toying with her, hoping to psych her out. But Ike remained perfectly poised over the goal. In a flash, Sam kicked the ball. It sailed up and right for the goal. But before it could go in, Ike stopped it. She casually reached out and plucked it out of the air like it was nothing. "See?” Sam growled, kicking at the ground, “I told you I'm not fast enough."

"How hard you kick the ball isn’t what’s important here." Ike said seriously as she approached Sam, "You.. you are paying too much attention to what the goalie is doing instead of where you are kicking... Here.” Ike passed the ball to Sam, "Don't look at the goalie. Just look at where you want to kick the ball." 

"But Couch says I need to watch them for where they are moving!" Sam said quickly. Ike shook her head.

"The goalie has their job and you have yours." Ike spoke plainly, pulling Sam's undecided attention closer to her, "You should keep their movements in mind, but your main focus should be where you're kicking. If you think about the goalie too much, you'll subconsciously kick to them, making it easier for them to stop you.” Ike paused a moment. For some reason she was out of breath. It really had been a while since she had spoken this much. “… does that… make sense?" Ike added, hoping her speed was only taxing her instead of Sam.

Sam slowly nodded, “Yeah. It does! You know, you explain it much better then couch does.” He placed the ball in front of his feet, “He just yells at me and tells me I’m a good for nothing kid.” Ike’s hands clenched into fists. “Ok!” Sam said, not noticing Ike’s change in attitude, ”Are you-”

“You’re not good for nothing!”

Ike’s yelling caused Sam to stubble slightly. Ike puffed her cheeks and stood up straight as she pointed a finger at him. “You are needed, and important, and bring more happiness then you know, okay?! Don’t let that couch, or anyone else for that matter, tell you otherwise! Got it?!” Sam blinked at Ike.

“Ye-yeah. I know.” He stammered, “I’m sure he just says that to get me to work harder. I don’t think he means it or anything.”

“Yeah… w-well.” Ike’s face quickly grew red as she looked at the ground, “Those words should never be used lightly…” The two of them sat in heavy silence for a moment. Sam had questions he wanted to ask but swallowed them. If she wanted him to know, she’d tell him.

“H-hey.” Sam called, getting Ike to look up at him, “Thank you. It means a lot.” He smiled brightly, the brightest Ike had ever seen since she had moved into their foster home. It was almost contagious.

Ike’s blush brightened as she nodded. She covered her mouth with her hand but Sam could still she her squinting her eyes, showing the emotion she tried so hard to hide. It filled him with determination.

“Ok!” Sam said, bracing himself at the ball, “Ready?!” Ike looked at him then cleared her throat and braced herself as well.

“Yeah.” She said, glaring at the ball, “Let’s do this.”

>>>

“In other news, the anniversary of one Tyler Young-Diaz’s death is coming up. The once renowned soccer player who led Loveland City’s soccer team to victory plenty of times before his demise. He died from-”

The television went black.

“Hey!” Sam whipped his head around, “I was watching that!”

“You can watch it when we get back.” I said, tossing the remote on my foster parent’s couch, “You ready for practice, kiddo?” Sam’s once agitated face lit up.

“Yeah!” Sam jumped up from the ground, where he was absentmindedly playing with his baby sister, and ran to my side, “Are you finally going to show me how to do some cool tricks?! Like, when you look like you’re gonna kick the ball one way but you actually kick it another?!”

“Settle down, kid.” I rubbed Sam’s head, “Once you’re able to get a goal on me, I’ll think about it.”

“Are you guys leaving?” Maria called from the kitchen.

“Yeah!” Sam and I called at the same time.

“Could you take the other kids with you? They’ve been on their phone since they woke up.”

“Sure.” I said, despite Sam’s growls of annoyance, “Do you want me to take Lola too?”

“That would be great!” Maria poked her head out of the kitchen and smiled at me gratefully, “Thank you, Evie!” 

“Of course.” I continued into the room and gave Sam’s head another rub, “Go get Ashton and Adri for me, Sam.” 

“Ugh,” Sam whined but still made his way to the stairwell, “This is gonna suck.”

“Oh, come on.” I said, scooping up Lola from the blanket she was playing on, “It won’t be that bad. I’m sure we won’t even know that they’re there.”

>>

"OK. I saw the sun. Can I go home now?"

"Ugh, couldn't you have picked a time to practice when the sun isn't so bright?"

"I don't even have reception out here! And Maria cut off my data so no wifi either! This blows!"

"I mean, what am I even going to do at the park? I'm not a baby anymore. I don't want to play on the playground."

“Stop giving me the death glare, Sam. I can take a message.”

“Obviously not.” Sam growled at his siblings. In between the complaints, Sam would catch my eye and flash me an expression that screamed 'I told you so.' Still, I remained optimistic as we reached the soccer field. Adri and Ashton sat at the benches and began to pull out their phones. With my Lola free hand, I snatched them away from their hands. They both looked at me with shock and anger.

"You were brought here to be away from your phones." I said, giving them a stern look, "Now, meet Sam out on the field."

"But-" Ashton and Adri began to introgect but one flash of my evil eye shut them both up. They reluctantly stood up and walked with me to the field.

"They're joining us?!" Sam scoffed, "But they are just going to slow us down!"

"Come on kiddo." I rolled my eyes and patted Sam on the back, "Buck up! You're starting to sound like them."

We all worked together to set out Lola’s play pen then, with her placed safely next to me, we all created a circle facing each other. I bounced the ball on the side of my foot and looked at the group. “Alright,” I said in the best couch voice I could muster, “Today we are going to play a little game of truth or dare. Pass the ball to the person you want to ask and they must comply.”

“Boring!” Adri groaned, “Truth or dare is a sad game that little girls play at slumber parties to talk about who likes who. Besides, the dares are weak. ‘I dare you to tell your crush you like them!’, ‘I dare you to tell a stranger they look nice!’, ‘I dare you to knock on a door then run away!’” Adri blew a raspberry.

“Ok, if you are so confident,” I passed the ball to Adri, “Accept a dare from me.” Adri caught the ball clumsily between her legs. All the same, she looked up at me with determination.

“Fine!” Adri scoffed and folded her arms, “Hit me with your best shot, Granny!” I smirked and pulled out my phone. With one quick scroll through my contacts, I pulled up a certain someone’s profile. I hummed to myself and held out the phone to Adri. “Adrienne, I dare you to call Lucien and tell him about that mole growing on your back.”

Adri’s face flushed royally, “H-How did you know about that?!” She stammered.

“You just told me.” My smirk grew. Adri stood dormant.

“Wh-what if I say no?” She asked, her trembling voice erasing what sassiness she held before. I hummed and reached into Lola’s diaper bag. 

“I get to draw on your face and post it in my moments.” I said, waving a washable red marker in the air. 

“Pfft, I can do that.” Adri said, approaching me confidently. Before she could take the marker, I pulled it away.

“I wouldn’t be too sure.” I said, my smile unwavering, “I wouldn’t think you’d want a certain someone seeing that.”

“I don’t care if Professor-”

“I’m not talking about Lucien.” I mused, “I’m talking about a certain superstar. I don’t know if you’ve heard him. His name is Kiro?” Adri’s normally pale face became ghastly as she stared at me wide eyed.

“K-Kiro follows you?!” She gasped.

“Oh yeah. And he often is the first to react to a post.” I brought the pen back down into Adri’s reach, “So, still want me to draw on you?” 

Adri remained motionless. Her eyes played how much emotions she couldn’t quite express. Ashton giggled from behind her. “Oh man.” He chuckled, “You’re boned!” Sam burst into laughter and leaned on his twin for support.

“You’ve got to choose which hot guy is worth making yourself a fool out of!” Sam laughed heartily, “You should have kept your mouth shut!”

“As should you.” I chimed, looking up at the boys, “Don’t forget, it will be your turn eventually.” The twins gulped. 

In a flash, Adri swiped my phone from my hand. She pressed a few buttons on it and held it up to her ear. “Don’t pick up. Don’t pick up!” She chanted rocking back and forth in her heels, “Don’t- SHIT AH I HAVE A MOLE ON MY BACK!” And with that, she pulled the phone from her ear, hung up the call, and chucked the phone at me. 

“Swear jar.” Ashton chimed, covering a large grin as Sam fell to the floor in a fit of laughter. With a furious red face, Adri glared menacingly at me. 

“You are evil!!” She huffed. I lowered my head so I stood eye to eye with her. With a cunning smile, I responded,

“Never challenge Ikamara Bikira.”

And so our time on the field continued. Adri, now dead set on exacting her revenge on me, soon got lost in the game as Sam and Ashton soon got their comeuppance. Ashton through telling everyone he secretly plays detective with his stuffed animals when he is alone in his room, and Sam when he confessed to the girl in his art class over the phone that he was the one who drew a mustache on the masterpiece that cost her an A. 

Soon, the ball was passed to me by Ashton. “Alright, kid.” I said through a steady smile as I messed with the ball between my feet, “Hit me.” Ashton watched me as I played with the ball, his eyes clouded with thought.

“... Tell us how you know how to play soccer.”

I stopped playing with the ball. The happy energy in the group tanked quickly as I looked up at Ashton. “... What?”

“Tell us how you know how to play soccer.” He reiterated, “You’ve been teaching Sam soccer for years and he has gotten good. Really good. So that would bring up the question, how does a business woman such as you know how to play so well?”

“... You didn’t even ask me, truth or dare.”I said, trying hard to hold back what anxiety pooled at my throat.

“Ok, truth or dare?” Ashton asked, folding his arms.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to answer the question.”

I gritted my teeth and straightened my posture.

“Uh, hey!” Sam quickly said, “Maybe there can be a line that we don’t-”

“No, no.” I waved my hand to Sam but maintained my eye contact with Ashton, “You all did what you were dared to do… I can too.” paused then took in a deep breath.

“I learned it at my fourth foster home.”

The field went silent...

“... I just told an insanely hot college professor I had a mole on my back.” Adri deadpanned, “I think we need a little more than that.”

“Ok, fine.” I groaned. My eyes fell to the soccer ball sitting idly between my feet. Small flashes of suppressed memories flew past my eyes. I blinked them away but I knew I couldn’t hold them back. Ashton was right, I had been teaching Sam soccer since I was fifteen. He had a right to know… they all did.

After a pause that seemed to last ages, I sighed. “... I had just gotten out of the police station for turning in my abusive foster parent. I was immediately moved to an emergency foster house until they could find a new, permanent one for me to live in. The foster father welcomed me in like I had always been his daughter. He bathed me, clothed me, and gave me a warm meal to eat with in the first hour I was there. He was the best dad I had ever had… but the foster mother wasn’t as kind.

“She would always find something that she hated about me. My hair, clothes, skin, and so on. She particularly hated seeing the scars that my last family had left and would constantly nag that I would cover them up. But it wasn’t just me that she would yell at. 

“Her and her husband would constantly fight. So much so that I had to play my radio at full volume to block out the sound. Though it would only make the mother angrier as she would start yelling at me to turn it down…” I took a deep breath, “But the father wouldn’t give up on me. While the mother was at work and he had time off from his… work, we would do something that only belonged to us. Something that he loved to do and could teach like it was riding a bike… and that was soccer. 

“He taught me how to play any chance he could. It would be away from his wife, full of exercise, and the perfect way for him to be spending time in between work. We really got to know each other. In fact, he talked about running away together. Just the two of us… playing together forever…” I paused.

“... What happened?” Adri asked impatiently. I cringed. The memories I tried so hard to stifle shot like daggers behind my eyes.

“... One day, around six at night, my foster father came home from a long trip. I was already in the backyard, playing with the soccer ball and readying for our practice. But, his wife had gotten to him first. They started fighting again but it wasn’t like how it was before. They were screaming at each other, threatening each other, as if the fight was about to get physical. It got to the point where I couldn’t understand what they were saying. And then, as quick as it started, it stopped. Something felt off so I went into the house, only to find that my foster father was on the ground… bleeding out from his head. That woman was standing over him, holding one of his trophies and looking at her husband in horror. It didn’t take long for her to notice me and, when she did, all hell broke loose.

“She blamed me for what happened, said that the fight wouldn’t have begun if I had just stayed with my last family. Then, she kicked me out, told me to never come back and that if I told the police she would end me like she did to him. I didn’t give it a second thought. I quickly packed my things into a school bag and took off. I walked for hours until I was at the foster center. I refused to talk about what happened, terrified out of my mind from what that wench said.

“Later I had found out that the foster center agreed with the police to keep my being there out of the papers to shelter me from any press so no one knew I was there… or how much that man meant to me…

“After spending some time in an orphanage, I had eventually found my way into the home you guys find yourselves in now… and, the rest is history.” 

After finishing my monologue, I was scared to look at the faces standing before me. I expected them to press me for details, to badger me for names or tell me that I was lying and to tell the real reason. Instead, Adri did something much worse.

“... Your foster parent was Tyler Young-Diaz, wasn’t it?”

Though her voice was small, it sent shockwaves through my head. I looked up at her. She was looking at me with wide eyes and a complicated expression, one of which the other two boys held as well. 

Seeing that I wasn’t going to respond, Adri continued, “I read about it today. He was murdered by his wife with his nationals trophy.”

“...yeah. That was him.” I sighed, looking back down at the ball at my feet.

“... So, you were taught soccer under a professional?!” Adri asked with feigned excitement. I looked back up at her in confusion.

“Really?!” Ashton scoffed and punched Adri’s arm, “Is that really all you got from that story?!”

“Hey! I’m just trying to lighten the mood!” Adri glared at Ashton as she rubbed her arm, “What else do you say to someone who just confessed to witnessing her foster father’s murder?!?”

“Ike.” Sam spoke up. I turned to him. He looked at me with tearfilled eyes, “Did all of that really happen?” I hesitated, then nodded. Sam winced as if he were in pain. Before I could ask, he ran to me and nearly tackled me with a hug. “I’m so sorry.” He sobbed, clutching to my shirt tightly, “I didn’t know! I should have never agreed to learn from you! I would have just kept playing poorly if it meant you’d never have to relive those days.”

“Hey.” I pried Sam off of my stomach to look him in the eye, “Weren’t you paying attention? The time I played soccer with Tyler was the best time I had spent with that family. Playing soccer with you isn’t painful. It’s my favorite time of the week.” Sam’s eyes welled with tears once again, but I could tell it wasn’t for the same reason as before. He buried his head back into my stomach.

“I love you, Ike.” He sobbed, rubbing his face into my clothes. I sighed and stroked his head softly. I looked up and caught the eyes of Adri and Ashton as they watched us, longingly, eyes watering slightly. I rolled my eyes and held out my arms.

“Bring it in.” I said, gesturing to them. Adri and Ashton exchanged looks, then joined us in our hug, pulling us all tightly together. Our hold only lasted a moment before a disgruntled yelp sounded from beside me. I looked down to find an angry baby looking up at us.

“Alright, Lola.” I sighed and scooped the baby up from her pen, “You can join in.” Lola’s face immediately lit up as we brought her into the hug. She giggled and grabbed for whatever she could reach. Unfortunately for Ashton, it was his hair.

“Alright!” He quickly called, delicately removing Lola’s fingers from his head, “Hug time’s over.” Sam and Adri laughed and quickly backed out of the hug to help Ashton.

“What a practice this turned out to be.” Sam chuckled, wiping the last of his tears away.

“Aw man. I miss the hug?!?"

We all turned and caught sight of our sharply dressed, disappointment looking, eldest foster brother strolling into view. "First you don't invite me to your sibling pow wow and now I don't even get a hug!" Chris pouted, extending his empty arms out to us.

"Chris!" Sam exclaimed, running to vacate the space between Chris' arms. Chris accepted Sam's hug, pulling him off his feet and into the air as he shook him around. Adri rolled his eyes and walked over to him while Ashton hid behind me for protection. This backfired as Chris approached me from a hug and I accepted, dragging my little brother in with me. Ashton groaned and struggled out of my grip, bringing a chuckle throughout the group.

"I came to visit you guys but no one was home!" Chris said, plucking Lola from my hands, "Momma Maria said you'd be here! But, what’s with the tears?”

“Ashton asked the wrong question.” Adri deadpanned.

“Sam is an emotional dork.” Ashton retaliated.

“We learned more about Ike’s past!” Sam beamed, “She told us about her last foster family before us! The hug just kinda happened... almost like we all found a new appreciation for each other.” Sam looked meaningfully around the circle. Ashton rolled his eyes and shoved his brother.

“Like I said, emotional dork.” Ashton tactlessly remarked. Sam growled and jumped at Ashton. I caught Sam in mid-air, stopping him from making any contact with Ashton. 

“Alright, kiddos.” I said, picking Sam up casually and sitting him on my shoulder, “How bout some ice cream?” Sam cheered loudly, causing Lola to cheer as well. Adri and Ashton exchanged looks of begrudged approval. I looked up at Chris. “You care for some family time, pal?” I asked with a smile. Chris beamed brightly.

“Let’s go!” He cheered, jumping in place like a child. I rolled my eyes and placed Sam down as the phone in my pocket vibrated obsessively. 

“Take care of the pen, would you, Sam?” I asked as I pulled out my phone. Sam quickly complied and began taking it down, humming to himself happily. I smiled and, without looking at my phone, answered the phone.

“Speaking.”

“... A mole on your back, you say?” A familiar voice chimed.

My heart leapt.

“I’m afraid I have more questions then answers, Evelyn.” Lucien added through an obvious smile. 

“Sorry, Lucien.”  I said as eased my posture slightly, “We were playing truth or dare and I had Adri call you. Don’t take what she said seriously.”

“We?” Lucien asked curiously.

“Ashton and Sam were there too. We spent the afternoon playing truth or dare while Sam practiced his passing for soccer.”

“I see.” Lucien mused, “Did you have fun?” I looked over at my siblings, who were all laughing and talking together.

“Yeah.” I answer genuinely through a genuine smile, “I feel like we have grown closer as siblings.” I directed my attention back to Lucien, “I’m sorry if I pulled you from your work.”

“Not at all.” Lucien said quickly, “In fact, I have some free time to keep talking to you. May I press you for details on your day?”

My smile grew, “Sure. I can talk.”

(Next)

[ikenbar]

Ikamara One Shot: The MP3

Hi! this is just a one shot about the OC I made for the game Mr. Love: A Queen’s Choice. It’s a story I have been working on a while and these One Shots are to help better understand the character! (And also rise tension for the up coming chapters to the actual fan fiction) I hope you guys learn to love and understand Ike more by reading these! Thank you so much for your time and enjoy!

~ Ike and Bar Productions Productions

Warnings: None. Literally just wholesome fluff and familial bonds.

Read more of Ikamara’s story!

Chapter One parts one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven here :)

And Chapter Two prologue and parts one, two, three, four, five, and six, seven, eight, nine, ten, and eleven here :D

Chapter three coming soon :D

One Shot:  The MP3

“Here we are!”

It was the first day of her transfer to her new high school, Loveland Lake High, and Ike was less than pleased to be there. The last high school she attended had been full of frauds and bullies. She never uttered a word but the whole school seemed to think they knew her enough to judge her. They were wildly mistaken but Ike didn’t care much about it. What they thought was probably right. After all, her last foster parents spent hours making sure she knew how much of a disappointment she was. Luckily, she wouldn’t have to listen to anything the students or faculty had to say. She had six hours of run time on her MP3 player and she planned on using every bit of it while she was there. It seemed as if Kiro was the only thing that made Ike feel like she was not alone, even though she was very much alone. Or at least tried to be. If it weren’t for her new foster family.

“Thank you for the ride, Maria!” Ike’s new overly cheery foster brother, Chris, smiled from the passenger's seat as he opened the car door.

“Of course, dear!” Maria smiled at him, “Have a good day!” 

“Bye!” Sam called from next to Ike, making her jump slightly. Chris gave Sam one last smile before shutting the door behind him. Maria’s attention was now on the teenage girl in the backseat of the car.

“Have a good first day, sweetie!” Maria spoke with hope to Ike, as she unbuckled her seatbelt and moved to get out of the minivan, “I’ll pick you up for lunch!” Ike stayed silent as she pulled at the door. Something tugged on Ike’s left side. Though unable to feel that arm, she still turned to look at the perpetrator. A missing toothed smile came from Sam in the car seat next to her. He had a hold of her shirt sleeve. Ike gave the boy a poker faced glare. It didn’t seem to faze him as he simply smiled wider and said, “You’re coming to my school for lunch! They have a big cafeteria with lots of food so it’ll be fun!” Ike nodded, trying to shake his hand from her sleeve. He ignored her and continued, “And you can meet my friends! There’s Miles and Cedrick and-”

“Alright, Sam.” Maria called from the front seat, “Time to let her go to school.”

“Oh, right!” Sam let go of Ike’s shirt, “Have a great day!! See you soon!” Ike quickly turned back to the door. She grabbed the door handle but stopped. She slowly turned and looked at the window seat on the other side of the car. A quiet, little boy sat there wearing huge earphones, staring out of the window with a perplexed look on his face. Ashton was the only person who had left Ike alone since she moved in. Though Sam was his twin brother, he seemed to completely vary from him. Though Sam didn’t seem to like it, from the contant arguemnts the two had, Ike respected the distance nonetheless. He was the only one who made her feel heard even though she didn’t speak a word.

“What’s wrong?” Sam tilted his head curiously, “You forget something? I can help you find it!” Ike regained her composure and left the car without looking back. She quickly walked to the front door of the school, avoiding anymore contact from her supposed family. Groups of children laughed and talked as they passed her. Ike’s shoulders rose and her posture worsened as she walked through the crowds. A creeping feeling made its way through Ike’s shoes. Suddenly, it was like she could hear what everyone was saying loud and clear. 

“She’s a mistake. Five foster homes and no one kept her. This new foster home isn’t going to change anything.”

“She may be wearing our uniform but she will never be welcome here.”

“She’s a fraud. She speaks lies.”

“She was nearly beaten to death. In my opinion, he should have just finished the jo-”

Ike put the earbuds in her ears. The rest of the world washed out and was replaced by a sweet melody and a soft voice. Those kids weren’t saying those words. They were just talking about the latest season of Quiz of Chairs. None of them even noticed her walk by. But Ike wasn’t convinced. She tucked the MP3 player into her shirt and covered the earbuds with her long, bushy, brown hair as she walked into the school.

That day was as long as Ike had feared. Every class would start the same. She’d be introduced, the class would give them their fake smiles and empty welcomes, and then the teacher would ask her to tell the class a little bit about herself. To which she responded by silently moving to an empty desk and staring at the floor. By the time lunch came around, she successfully made everyone at school uncomfortable. The sidelong glances and harsh whispers were nothing new to her. In fact, she barely noticed them as she kept her head down and listened to her music. She was only pulled away from it as someone grabbed a hold of her shoulder, pulling her into a side hug. Startled, Ike tensed and whipped her head around to see a beaming Chris next to her. Ike paused her music and gave the boy an uneasy look.

“Solid day, huh??” He asked, not expecting an answer, “I made loads of new friends! Shame I can’t eat with them though. But spending time with the twins is ok too!” The two walked together to the office where Maria was waiting to pick them up. They left the school and arrived at the elementary school. Immediately, Ike was uncomfortable. The sounds of screaming children on the playground overtook her senses as she walked through the school. Maria had found one of the teachers and had sparked a conversation with them, leaving Chris and Ike to find the cafeteria on their own. Chris felt like he needed to say something but was interrupted by a screaming child.

“You’re here!” Sam appeared from one of the classrooms and ran headlong into Chris. They both fell to the ground laughing.

“You think I’d miss out on free food??” Chris ruffled Sam’s hair roughly, “And I get to spend time with the best brother in the world! Speaking of which, where’s Ashton?” Sam punched Chris in the stomach, causing him to laugh again. Sam looked up and smiled widely at Ike. Ike folded her arms and looked uncomfortably down the hallway and to the classroom Sam had just come from. A teacher was standing there, looking very disgruntled. “Now, Sam.” Chris pushed Sam off of him as he stood up, “What were you doing in the classroom so late?”

“I… uh.. Got in trouble.” Sam murmured, barely audible over the squeaking of his nervous feet, “Don’t tell Mom! But I may have accidentally… told the teacher that the reason I didn’t do my homework was becuase she sucked at teaching.” Chris scoffed and looked to Ike for a reaction. She depicted none, still staring emptily through the hallway. Sam waved his hands in self defense, “Don’t worry about it! I was only kept five minutes from lunch! We don’t have much time! Let’s go eat!!” Sam took Chris by the hand and Ike by the sleeve and he dragged them down the hall and to a pair of double doors. The moment he opened them, another wave of screaming erupted into Ike’s ears, causing her to involuntarily cover her ears. Sam laughed nervously from next to her. “I know. It can get loud.” He smiled.

 Sam pulled Chris and Ike further into the room and towards a table full of food. A disgruntled lunch lady watched as Sam gave Chris and Ike a tray and gestured to the food, inviting them to take some. Chris happily obliged, taking one of everything the table had to offer. Smiling sweetly to the lunch lady as he did so. Ike put the tray back down and grabbed one of the many untouched bowls of fruit at the end of the table, nodding respectfully to the lady as she did. Sam led them to a table full of children. He excitedly started talking to them and introducing an enthusiastic Chris to everyone there. Ike pulled her eyes from Sam and to the room. Where was the other twin? The one that hated crowds? The one that listened to her silence?

“And this is Ike!” Sam pulled Ike to the center of the attention with the boys, “She is a woman of few words. What she doesn’t say, she feels!” Ike thinned her lips and nodded to the boys, who smiled and waved back to her.

“Sam, where’s Ashton?” Chris asked the question that had been burning in Ike’s mind.

“Oh, Some kid broke his earphones as a joke.” Sam sighed, “He got angry so now he is staying in the library to eat.” Ike looked to the double doors as Sam turned back to the table with his large smile, “Anyway, that’s a bummer for him because we are gonna have a party here! Right, guys?!” the boys cheered, “Ok, Chris you can sit here. And Ike, you can-... Ike?” When Sam had turned to help Ike into her seat, she had already left the cafeteria. It didn’t take long for the boys to realize where she had gone.

Ike skimmed all of the classrooms she had walked past, looking for something resembling a library. After a few disappointing doors, a large room filled with stuffed bookcases came to view. She walked into it and spotted a small boy sitting at one of the many empty desks covering his ears tightly. The sounds from the playground washed through an open window. Kids running through the sand, hitting the metal on the playground, screaming about nothing in particular. It was too much for Ike. From the look on the little boy’s face, she could tell he felt the same. 

Ashton grunted and bent over his lunch tray full of food. He threw his hands over his ears and started mummbling to himself. His leg started bouncing with agression. As she watched him struggle to block out the noise, an image came to Ike’s mind. One of her sitting in her new room, struggling to block out the noises of her fourth foster parents fighting. The noises she thought she would get used to but she never did. She would flip on the radio and turn it all the way up to drown them out. Even if it was nothing but radio static, it was better than what was being said. Ashton’s eyes were as tightly shut as Ike’s had once been. She knew the struggle that was ringing in his head. But this time was different. This time Ashton wasn’t alone.

Ike placed her fruit bowl down and came up behind Ashton. She touched Ashton’s hand gently, making him jump and look around at her. “What are you doing here?” Ashton asked, defensively. Ike jumped at his sudden question. She quickly reached into her pocket and pulled out her MP3 player. She handed it to him. Ashton looked at it questionably then looked back at her with the same look. “What? You showing off or something?” Ike’s shoulders tensed even more. She looked down at the floor. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe he really didn’t feel the same-

“Okay, okay.” Ashton plucked the MP3 player from Ike’s hands, “I’ll take it. Jst don’t look at me like that.” Ike blinked. Ashton pulled out the chair and patted it. “Here. Sit down. We’ll listen together.” Ike blinked once again. A look of questioning settled on her face. Ashton seemed to understand. “I know I came here to be alone but I feel bad just taking this from you. Also you’re not gonna be all loud and annoying. So sit.” Ike stood there for a little longer, then took the chair Ashton pulle dout for her. Ashton handed her one of the ear buds, which she gladly took. 

As Ashton scrolled through her music, Ike fought with the thoughts in her head. Just say that youre sorry about his headset, The quiet voice seemed to be sweetly saying to her, tell him everything will be ok! Another thought came and screamed over the first, How do you know he would take it seriously?! Three years! Three years you haven’t trusted anyone with your voice! They don't care for it!! They don’t care for-

“Thank you.” Ashton said in a small voice. Ike’s heart stopped. “Not a lot of people like me. It’s just because my brother is nice and fun and I’m lame and quiet. It feels nice to know you care enough to leave that behind and join me instead. I’m sorry if you get bored but.. could you stay? At least a little longer?” Ike hesitated a moment. Then gently lay her head on his shoulder. She kept her shoulders tense, prepared for him to push her away. Ready for him to tell her he changed his-

Ashton lay his head ontop of hers. “Thanks.” He said through a smile Ike couldn’t see. Ike relaxed her shoulders slightly. They sat there togther, scrolling threw Ike’s songs in silence. Well, almost in silence.

“You really like Kiro, don’t you?” Ashton asked through a teasing laugh, “Do you find him attractive or something?” Ike shook her head. “Why? He’s hot.” Ashton said this plainly, surprising Ike again, “At least that’s what all the girls in my class say. Have you ever seen his face?” Ike nodded. “And you still don’t find him attractive?” Ike grew nervous. How could she tell him without speaking up? Suddenly, she got an idea.

Ike took control over the MP3 player and chose one of Kiro’s songs, “Music is Beyond The Soul.” Ashton listened silently to the song, taking in the words. “So,” he started slowly, “You like his music more than you like him?” Ike nodded. “Cool." Ashton seemed excited of something, “...why didn’t you just say that?” Ike looked up at the small boy sitting next to her. He looked at her, head tilted and small eyebrow arched. Ike hesitated but soon was back on the MP3 player, skimming the songs until she found the one she wanted. “Hiding from the Past.” by a band named Waking at First. Ike could hear the music through the earbuds, singing along to it inside of her head.

The scars cut deeper than the skin,

From the amount of pain we are in.

Their life,

Their lies,

Their strife,

It flies

Far beyond the words that lay unspoken on the tongues of fate.

From their unnatural hate

From the amount of silence we bear.

Ashton turned to face Ike, who had her eyes purposely trained on the MP3 player. “I don’t understand.” He said. Ike’s rising hopes to be understood were crushed. Did she really expect an eight year old to understand what she was going through in a day? Without saying anything to really explain? No one would understand if she doesn’t speak. But she won’t speak. How can she know they will stay long enough for it to matter?

“There they are!” A cheery voice came from the doorway, pulling Ike’s and Ashton’s attention to it. Sam, Chris, and Maria stood at the door with their food trays and giant smiles. Ike stood up and walked away from Ashton, letting her earbud fall out her ear as she did so. He tugged at her arm but she didn’t pay attention. Sam ran into the room and placed his tray next to Ashton. 

“You shouldn’t run off like that, Ike.” Maria said, placing her tray down then putting a hand on Ike’s shoulder, “We were worried! It’s a good thing Sam knew where the library was.” Ike moved away from Maria, picked up her food bowl, and moved to the open seat at the end of the table.

“The librarian told us we could eat together in the library!” Sam giddily said, opening his pudding cup, “As long as we clean up our mess and I am being watched closely.” Chris laughed and sat across from Sam.

“And here I was thinking you were a sweet kid!” He chuckled.

“You were bound to find out sooner or later.” Maria sighed and sat across from Ike. Ike pulled off the plastic wrap from her fruit as the family talked to one another. They did it so casually. They were so comfortable with each other. Ike looked over to Ashton. He now had both of her earbuds in his ears, looking disgruntled as the peace he wanted was bombarded by his family. Ike diverted her attention to her fruit bowl. Ashton was just looking for quiet before she came. Maybe they would have a better time without her there...

“Ike,” Sam called her name, bringing her attention to the little boy, “You only got some fruit! Here, you can have one of my chicken nuggets.”

“What?!” Chris scoffed, “When I asked you for a chicken nugget, you almost bit my fingers off!”

“That’s because Ike didn’t tell my friends I still sleep with stuffed animals!!” Sam spit his tongue out at Chris as he slid his tray to Ike, “Nuggets are only for the nice people!” He smiled at her sweetly as Chris tried to justify his actions. Why did Sam give her the nugget? He said it was for the nice but Ike had done nothing to deserve it. Ike hesitated but eventually took one. She didn’t want him to yell at her for not accepting his gift. Sam casually took back his tray and yelled at Chris some more, as if his offering didn’t mean nearly as much to him as it did to Ike. Ike looked meaningfully at the nugget in her hand.

“Ike, did you give Ashton your MP3 player?” Maria asked, pointing with a fork to Ashton, who was happily skimming through her music. Ike nodded sheepishly, directing her eyes to her shoes. Maria gave that to her as a welcome home present. She should have thought about that before giving away so willingly. 

“That was sweet of you!”

 Ike’s head shot up at Maria’s words. Maria smiled at Ike’s nonplussed state. Ike’s cheeks flushed as she looked quickly back down at the nugget in her hand. She didn’t yell at her. It was her gift. Why didn’t she yell? Why aren’t any of them angry at her? She was emotionally distant and a flight risk. Yet, they all talked to her just as casually. They stayed at the table. They went looking for her. Why didn’t they run? Ike looked at the table full of people once more. They were all laughing and smiling like nothing was wrong… and maybe, for once, there really wasn’t anything wrong. Maybe, for once, they would stay.

Ike took a bite from her nugget.

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Ikamara One Shot: Saint Richards

Hey there! Trying something new here with these one shots in the middle of the story. To give a background to Ike and a sense of tension as you wait of the next chapter!! Thank you for reading and coming this far in Ikamara’s story. I hope you enjoy and I hope these clear up any questions you guys have for her! Thanks again!!

~ Ike ‘n Bar Productions Productions

Warnings: Slight cursing (extremely mild), Fighting, Suggestive comments, Drunks being aggressive, annoying men, and Ike being a total boss

Read more of Ikamara’s story!

Chapter One parts one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven here :)

And Chapter Two prologue and parts one, two, three, four, five, and six, seven, eight, nine, ten, and eleven here :D

Chapter three coming soon :D

One shot: Saint Richards

“It shouldn’t be this hard to avoid drunk college girls.”

Ike planned to find a place to celebrate moving into her new apartment. More specifically she was looking for a bar. One she could regular since the other bar she went to was too far to casually attend anymore. Ike never liked that place anyway. It was close enough to a community college so young adults would often overtake it at night. Sure, she was still a young adult of college age but she didn’t like associating herself with that kind of image.

A few clubs appeared on Ike’s walk but none of them enticed her to go in. They were either full of bustling drunks or ear piercing music that you could hear from the other side of the street. Ike turned a corner, considering going back home, when a flickering light lit up the pavement in front of her. She turned and found herself facing a window to a small bar. It had a light wooden aesthetic with old pictures and instruments hanging in clusters on the walls. If it weren’t for the groups of middle aged patrons dressing in regular clothes, Ike would have thought she was thrust back in time of the old west. Everyone there seemed to be kept to themselves, talking casually in their little groups and avoiding anyone else around them. That alone was enough to keep Ike from hesitating as she walked into that bar. If she didn’t hurry, those freaks would find her and destroy such a perfect place.

A jingle came from above Ike as she opened the door, drawing the heads of the patrons to look at her for a moment before redirecting their attention back to each other. Ike approached the bar and took a seat on one of the many empty stools. A young, Carmel skinned, bartender stood behind the bar, mixing a drink for a patron.

“What can I get you?” The bartender asked, handing a patron his finished drink. The bartender’s voice was higher than Ike expected, but it gave him a softer, more teddy bear-like, feel about him.

“Moscow Mule, neat, house liquor is fine.” Ike responded resoundingly, trying to make herself unapproachable. If she were to attend that bar she was going to do it by taking a load off and avoiding human interaction. She had enough of interaction at her current job as a bounty hunter. So she didn’t go to socialize or be hit on by older men. Let alone to make new friends that only know you for your drinking problem.

“You got it!” The bartender said, immediately working on her drink. Ike settled in her seat, prepared to zone out and enjoy the silence. But the bartender had other plans. 

“Hey, I don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” He sparked a conversation, annoying Ike slightly, “You fresh to these parts?”

“Just moved into an apartment a couple blocks away.” Ike spoke frankly.

“Oh really? Well welcome to the neighborhood!” The bartender smiled widely, “Though, I’ve got to ask, What brought you to a place like this? You look like a lively young girl. Wouldn’t you rather be somewhere with people your age?”

“You’re one to talk.” Ike snapped.

The bartender chuckled, “You got me there. But don’t avoid the question.” The bartender placed Ike’s finished drink in front of her and leaned on the bar, arms folded and stare piercing, “Why, of all places to drink, did you decide on a washed up 'ol bar like this one?” Ike looked intently at the man for a second, trying to read for any ill intent. After finding none, she sighed.

“I’m trying to find a new regular place to go to after work. Preferably someplace I can walk to from my apartment. Not to mention one without loud music and headache-inducing college chicks who are wasting their life away.”

“Well, you’ve found the right place! Though, I don’t know if I can vouch for the music and college girls. We have karaoke Friday nights.”

“Oh really?” Ike rolled her eyes, hopes of the bar becoming rotten.

“Yup! I even have a game that I play as I watch them.” the bartender chuckled happily.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, it’s called, ‘take a shot every time a drunk girl faints on stage.’” The bartender winked at Ike. Ike arched an eyebrow.

“Sounds interesting.” Ike said as she took a drink, “How do you play?”

The bartender opened his mouth excitedly to respond but a jingle from the door cut him off. Ike turned and looked to the door where three men were standing. They all supported matching leather jackets and had tattoos all over their bodies. They looked middle-aged with their receding hairlines and patchy skin. They were all practically the same person but there was a clear leader as the man standing in the middle of them was taller and wore a red bandanna. He had long bleached, thinning hair that was pulled down the back of his head and away from his dark brown eyes. His yellow teeth were quite abundant as he sucked on the tobacco in his cheek and scanned the room. 

Ike was quick to dismiss these men but the bartender wasn’t. He wore a face of concern as his grip around his folded arms tightened. Ike looked around to the rest of the bar and found everyone had gone quiet as they nervously looked at the men at the door.

The leader of the group caught the eyes of the bartender and grinned crookedly. “Hunter!” The man billowed in a scratchy yet powerful voice as he approached the bar. As he walked, the rest of the bar resumed their conversations, if not a bit quieter this time, “I didn’t know you were working today!”

“The old man asked me to cover for him while he visited Becky in the hospital.” The bartender, supposedly named Hunter, stood up as the leader leaned on the bar, uncomfortably close to Ike.

“Ah is she still not feeling well?” The leader laughed and shook his head, “Mayhaps it’s for the best that you let her go, kid. Don’t want no dying chick taking up the space that someone could use to actually get better.” Hunter tensed slightly.

“Yeah, right.” He said with a strained chuckle and annoyance dripping from his tongue, “Good one. The usual then, Judy?”

“Yeah, and another drink for the lady here.” Judy, finally acknowledging the woman next to him, nudged Ike slightly. He looked down at her and smiled as Hunter left to make the drinks, “I don’t think I have had the pleasure.”

“And you won’t.” Ike pushed Judy away, “Also, Hunter was it? Don’t make that other drink. I don’t take handouts from people who suggest that lives can be exchanged for rooms.”

“Hey now,” Judy put his hands up and laughed lightly, “I was just joking! Right, Hunter? You know I love your sister!”

“Right.” Hunter didn’t keep his eyes off the drinks he was making.

“I’d like her even more if she’d let me play ‘carpenter!' Amright, bois?!” Judy slapped the stomach of one of his buddies as they laughed heartily at his joke. Ike rolled her eyes and tried turning away from the detestful scene. Judy noticed this and chuckled. He leaned on her arm, drawing her attention back onto him. “Let me buy you a drink.”

“I’d rather just take the money.” Ike hissed as she pushed Judy back again.

“Oh come on!” Judy laughed and moved inches from Ike’s face, “What’s the harm in one-” Ike grabbed ahold of Judy’s shirt and, in one quick motion, forced him down and stood up from the stool so she was looking over him dominantly.

“Listen, punk,” Ike spoke through her teeth, spitting on Judy’s face as she spoke, “My job involves beating and taking scum like you down. Believe it or not, I came here to relax and get away from all of that, but I would be more than willing to clock back in if prompted to do so. So, unless you want me to show you exactly how I 'hit on' guys, I’d suggest you take the hint and back the hell off.” Ike threw Judy away from her, causing him to stumble backwards and collide into this group. Judy quickly recentered himself and looked angrily at Ike.

“Fine then!” He huffed, smoothing out his shirt, “You could have just asked! Come on, boys.” With that, Judy left with his group to one of the booths on the other side of the room. Ike cursed to herself and sipped her drink. 

Hunter whistled as he walked back over to her, “I’ve never seen anyone tell Judy off like that. I’m impressed!”

“Like I said, I deal with people like him everyday.” Ike sat back in her stool and aggressively grabbed her drink, “I’m sorry, but I’d really rather be left alone right now.”

“Completely understood.” Hunter picked up a tray of drinks and smiled kindly to Ike, “Just let me know if you need anything. And here.” Hunter placed a bowl of olives in front of Ike, “To take the edge off.” Ike watched Hunter leave before looking at the bowl in front of her. She sighed and picked up an olive.

The rest of the night had gone on smoothly. With Ike alone with her drink and no more disturbances with the boy band, it seemed as if the night would be a quiet one. But it wasn’t. 

Ike had just about wrapped up for the night when a clattering came from the other side of the room. She looked up and saw Judy pinning a middle-aged man to the table of his booth. Judy was red faced and blurry eyed. He had clearly been indulging in many drinks that evening. Judy swore at the man, spitting in his face with every syllable. “Keep your eyes to yourself!” Judy spoke through the swears, “I don’t need you checking me out every five minutes like I’m some sort of zoo animal!!”

“Everytime.” Hunter groaned from behind the bar, putting down the rag he had been using to clean. Hunter rounded the bar quickly. “Judy, please don’t make me call security!”

“Security?!” Judy laughed, “You mean your dad?! The one who isn’t here?! What is he going to do from the hospital?! Clear you a bed?!” Judy let go of the man and approached Hunter menacingly, “Or are you going to stop me?! What are you going to do, huh?!” Hunter gulped. Ike placed down her cup and stood up.

“Judy, you’re drunk.” Hunter said firmly as he backed away from Judy, “Let’s handle this calmly.”

“Even drunk I am more the capable to beat your-”

Ike pulled Judy’s arm, forcing him away from Hunter. Judy stumbled backward and into the booth he was sitting in, clashing with his friend and spilling their drink all over Judy. Judy stood back up and blurrily looked over to Ike. He glared at her.

“What the hell?!” Judy sputtered, advancing towards Ike.

“You’ve had enough to drink.” Ike stood her ground and spoke firmly as Judy towered over her, “It’s time for you to leave.” Judy moved his face close enough to surround Ike’s senses with the alcohol on his breath.

“Who are you to tell me what to do?” Each syllable landed with a prod to Ike’s shoulder, “I’m going to stay here for as long as I want. Unless, you’re the security Hunter was blathering about?” Ike looked over to Hunter. He was looking at her with worry as he held a phone to his ear. Ike shrugged.

“Sure. Why not?” She sighed, taking Judy’s ear and pulling him down to her level, “So, get out of here before I make you.” Judy puffed out his cheeks and let out a hearty laugh, spitting globs of saliva at Ike’s face.

“And… how… are you... going to do... that?!” Judy asked through his laughter, giving Ike a look that screamed, Bring it. 

So Ike brought it. 

Ike took a bundle of fabric from Judy’s shirt and twisted herself, flinging Judy over her shoulder and onto the floor. Judy let out a gasp as all of the air was knocked out of him. He then coughed and twisted himself so that he was laying on his stomach and cursed as he struggled to stand again. Ike rolled her eyes and approached the spluttering idiot. She pulled on his hair so he was facing her.

“You want to ask me that again or are you ready to leave?” Ike asked calmly. Judy’s face was slacked, unintentionally giving Ike her answer. Ike dropped his hair, took the back of his jacket, and dragged him to the door. She kicked it open and threw Judy onto the pavement outside. “Don’t let me catch you here again.” Ike threatened as she turned back into the bar. The two men that Judy walked in with blew past her and to the door, rudely shoving her shoulder as they passed. Ike barely moved to their petty attack and shut the door behind them.

Ike walked up to the scene she had just left, avoiding the looks all of the patron’s seemed to have on her. Hunter was talking to Judy’s victim with a very apologetic look in his eyes. Ike made eye contact with the victim, who met her eyes with a complex look. “You... alright?” She asked, uncertainty.

“Sure.” He muttered, “Thanks.” He smoothed himself out and approached his group of friends at a separate table. Ike only got a glimpse of his friends looking worriedly at him before Hunter took up her vision.

“Are you ok?!” He asked worriedly, putting his hands on her shoulders,

“I’m fine.” Ike assured Hunter, pushing his hand off of her shoulder, “Though I could use another drink.” 

“You got it!” Hunter looked relieved and his smile returned, brighter then before, “Don’t worry about paying this one. It’s on the house.” Hunter walked with Ike back to the bar and he quickly got to work on the drink, “That escalated way more than it usually does. Normally I have my father here to help me with him. But of course the one day my dad isn’t here-”

“How long has Judy been coming here?” Ike interrogated Hunter as she took a seat.

“Four months? He comes every day and makes a scene. It’s the reason this place is so barren. Hopefully, he doesn’t come back. We could use the business.” Hunter handed Ike a fresh drink

“No kidding,” Ike accepted the glass. After a moment, Hunter held out his hand.

“I don’t think I’ve formally introduced myself.” Hunter beamed, “I’m Hunter Richards.” Ike took his hand.

“Ike.” She said, shaking his hand.

“Ike, huh?” Hunter smiled, pulling his hand from hers to lean on the bar, “A badass name for a badass girl!”

“It’s short for Ikamara. Though, it does pay to have a name that criminals can quake at the sound of.” 

Hunter laughed, “So, Ike, I hope Judy didn’t ruin any chances of you being a regular here. I’d love to have you around while I work.”

“Oh really?” Ike arched an eyebrow, “Are you just saying that because I saved your neck?”

“Yes,” Hunter admitted, “and you’re a good relief from people I see every day here. It’s nice to joke around with a customer without them thinking I’m insulting or hitting on them.”

“Wait, you’re not hitting on me?!” Ike widened her eyes overdramatically, “Well then I saved your hide for nothing!” Ike smirked as she went to take another sip of her drink. Hunter tapped the bottom of her glass, sending a wave of alcohol into her face. Ike coughed as Hunter burst into laughter. Ike threw a punch at his arm, causing him to back up and put his hands in the air.

“Ok ok I’m sorry!” He said through his laughter, “I’ll make you another one if you want! Just please don’t hurt me!”

“No promises.” Ike rolled her eyes. Hunter looked happily back to Ike.

“So, Ike, you gonna be a regular or what?”

“Give me that drink and I may consider it.” Ike placed a hand on her chin and gave Hunter a look. Hunter smiled warmly and nodded. As he returned to his station at the bar, Ike looked around at the pub. Though the place would likely become busier without that idiot there, it was an endearing place. With the old aesthetic and the jolly bartender, it was like she was welcomed there. Even without the drink promised to her, Ike had made up her mind about St. Richards.

(Next)

(Chapter three coming soon :D)

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Mr. Love: Ike’s Choice Masterpost

Hey! I figured this would be easier to keep track of Ikamara’s Story instead of posting it all on the first chapter. If you are new here, Welcome!! Feel free to browse my work but I would suggest reading the Author’s Note on Chapter one Part one before doing anything. It tells you what you need to know about the story, when I post (starting again on May 5th), and why I am writing this! I hope you give my story a chance and fall in love with the characters as I have! Ike’s story is far from over so strap yourselves in for one heck of a ride!! :D

Remember, you are loved and cared about more then you know!

Thank you for your constant support!

Ike ‘n Bar Productions

Chapter One (Intro to characters):

Parts one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven here :)

Chapter Two (Gavin): 

Prologue and parts one, two, three, four, five, and six, seven, eight, nine, ten, and eleven here :D

Chapter Three (Lucien and Victor):

Prologue and part one and parts two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, and twelve here :O

Chapter Four (Victor and Gavin): 

Prologue, part one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, and twelve here >:)

Chapter Five (Kiro and Youran): 

Prologue and part one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, and eleven coming soon!! :D

Ikamara One Shots: 

St. Richards, Mp3, and Soccer Practice here B)

Dates: 

Kiro: Costume Shop :D

Gavin: ???

Victor: ???

Lucien: ???

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A Date with Kiro: The Costume Shop

Howdy folks!

So, I’ve had the idea for dates supporting my oc, Ikamara for some time now but I wanted to go a little farther in her story before trying anything. But now we are at Chapter five so HERE WE GO!! 

I also want to use the dates to show off who would be the main fella for the next chapters!! and  SURPRISE!! Kiro will be the main for the next chapter!! :D So excited for this chapter you guys have no idea. And I’ll be able to show it off next week!! Stay tuned~ ;P

-Ike and Bar Productions

Setting: Right after the happenings of Chapter four. Ike has a weekend off so she spends it investigating some leads on the Montu case.

To understand some details about the Montu case, feel free to read Chapter one, part one of my fanfiction here! If you’re just here for the sake of a Kiro date, enjoy your stay! You don’t have to read the fanfiction to understand what is happening but it would make more sense! :D

Warnings: There are none. Unless you have a problem with tight clothing and/or cute gay moments.

Date with Kiro: Costume Shop

"Sorry, mam. Like I said before, we don’t sell that here.”

I pouted, dropping the mask in my hand slightly. I had made a goal to visit all of the costume shops in Loveland city, searching for the mask Montu had sent me, hoping to find one that had sold it. But the city only had three costume shops, and I had been through all them before ten on a Saturday.

Sensing my disappointment, the shop owner continued, “If it would make you feel better, you can have a look around. I don’t know. Maybe they took something apart from my store to make it.” I thought a moment, then nodded, shoving the mask into my messenger bag. I turned and looked around the shop. It was small but jam packed full of strange outfits and costumes. Some of which seemed to be vintage. This intrigued me.

I had barely taken one step into the store before a buzzing came from my pocket. I pulled it out and froze. 

It was Kiro.

I still hadn’t quite accepted the fact that the Kiro was now one of my frequent connections. But there he was, calling me on a Saturday like we were actual friends… at least I hoped we were. Maybe I was just a question he was trying to answer. After all, how we met left a lot to the imagination.

Without wanting to waste anymore time, I quickly answered the call.

“Speaking.” I said, as casual as I could.

“Hey Super Stranger! How are you?”

Instantly my sour mood disappeared as Kiro’s happy voice filled my ears. Kiro had given me that nickname when I had saved him from a car accident. I had my motorcycle helmet on so he couldn’t see my face very well. He had called me his hero and had given me a nickname to commemorate it. And, though the nickname was corny, it never ceased to bring butterflies to my stomach. “I’m alright.” I mused, walking further into the store as I spoke, “How are you?”

“I’m great!” Kiro sang, “Guess what?”

“... What?” I asked, my smile faltering slightly.

“I found this amazing little stand that serves the best drinks! You’ve gotta come try it!”

“What- Now?” I scoffed.

“Yeah!” Kiro sang, “I don’t know when they are closing so it has to be now!”

“I’m a little busy with work.” I said, pulling at various costumes from their racks, “I don’t think I’d be able to leave it so easily.”

“You work on the weekends?” Kiro laughed slightly.

“Well superheroing isn’t really a part time gig!”

“But even superheroes need breaks!”

“Yeah, well, crime never rests.”

“But they make an amazing hot chocolate! They add espresso for extra flavor!”

The mention of coffee instantly changed my attitude.

“What do you say? Just one drink!” Kiro’s pleas increasingly became higher pitched, as if he was a child promising to do chores for a piece of candy. 

Before I could say another word, a scream came from Kiro’s end of the phone. “Oh no.” Kiro whispered with dread on his tongue, “I’ve been spotted! I’ll text you the address and you can just meet me here!”

“Are you sure that’s a good-”

“No time to talk!” Kiro hurriedly said, “Gotta go! Later Stranger!” And with that, he hung up the phone. I looked down at the phone, shaking my head uselessly at it. Despite the disapproval I felt, a smile still crept it’s way up my lips. There was no way of saying no to that man.

 With new found motivation, I searched the variety of costumes for anything pertaining to Montu. Without realizing it, I had begun looking through the superhero suits. As I scanned the clothes, I pulled out a particularly familiar looking costume. My foster brother, Sam, and I used to watch old cartoons from CDs that our foster father kept in his attic. There were a thousand collections to pick from but one cartoon in particular truly piqued our interest. 

Boot Fever. 

It was about a group of superheroes that fought villains who tried taking over their already crumbling city. It was a very old show with a very old premise but, man did Sam and I eat it up. From the characters to the animation to even the terrible voice acting, we watched that show late into the night. I may not have had great memories of my childhood, but those memories are ones I would take to my grave. 

I thought the show had long been forgotten but there I was, holding the main protagonist’s outfit. Her name was Red Sparrow. Her super power was to be able to transform her body into anything she thought of.  Sam compared her to me all the time. Though the only point he could connect us to was the fact she was strong. Because, other than that, we were complete opposites. She was very dramatic and in tune with her emotions. Not to mention her suit was extremely form fitting. And, at the time, the tightest thing in my closet was my yoga pants. Even then they would be paired with an oversized sweatshirt and a flannel around my waist.

Past all of that, I loved the fact that she wore a full face mask. It resembled the face of the bird she was named after and, though the design was simple, made her character a big hit in her time. Women's appearances in shows in that time were based solely on how revealing they were. Red sparrow seemed to take that and turn it on it’s head. Her jumpsuit completely covered her whole body, hiding her identity completely.

I plucked off the mask from the top hanger and turned it over in my hands. No one would know it was her unless they took it off. She was a mystery. I longed to be that mystery ever since I was a kid-

A loud bang came from the front door. I ducked behind the clothes rack, immediately bracing for a fight. Instead, I was met with the sound of someone panting heavily. “Welcome in, sir.” The owner of the shop said sarcastically, “Is there something I can help you find?” Curiosity overlapping my shock, I peered around the rack. 

There, weakly leaning on the door, was Kiro. He had his eyes closed as he gasped for air. He was in his usual disguise of sunglasses and a black hoodie, but the hoodie’s armpits looked to be drenched in sweat as his sunglasses slid down his equally wet face.

I quickly sunk back behind the rack, frozen in fear. Kiro can’t be here! I screamed in my head, If he tried talking to me he’d know I was Super Stranger! Then I would only disappoint him by being some lowly tv show producer with no regard for feelings! Not to mention, holding a scantily clad costume of an old tv show. I have to act fast.

Looking down at the mask in my hand, a stupid plan came to mind. Not having the time to second guess it, I quickly threw the mask on and pulled the rest of the costume off of it’s hanger. I hurried to the dressing room and pulled the curtain shut, praying that Kiro didn’t notice me go in there. I quickly started stripping down, folding my clothes and shoving them into my messenger bag as I moved. 

As I changed, I heard some screaming coming from outside of the small shop.

“I saw him go this way!”

“Quick! Don’t let him go too far!”

Some rustling came from inside the store as Kiro’s familiar voice traveled the air, “Sir, I need a place to hide! Please! Help me!”

I had never heard Kiro so desperate. Half of me wanted to jump out of the dressing room right then to help him. The other half would rather finish getting dressed first. 

The latter won.

 I pulled on the skin tight suit, regretting it instantly as it squeaked over my skin and tugged at my unshaven leg hairs. 

“I don’t know, sir.” the shopkeeper droned, “That sounds rather suspicious to me.”

“I’ll give you my autograph.”

“There is a dressing room over there you can hide in.” The shopkeeper spoke quickly and excitedly. I cursed in a whisper as I picked up my pace. After a moment of pause, quick steps approached my hiding spot. With one last zip of my costume, thankfully from the front, the curtain to the room shot open. Kiro hadn’t looked at me yet, still focused on the door where the screaming had only further increased. But, once he had, his face went completely red. 

“I-I’m so sorry!” Kiro stammered, eyes darting straight to the ceiling, “I didn’t know this room was occupied!” A loud bang came from the store’s door again. Without lingering on the awkwardness anymore, I grabbed Kiro’s arm and pulled him into the room. I pushed him into the corner and held a finger to the mask’s beak. Still bushing wildly, Kiro nodded, holding his eyes on my mask all too securely. 

High pitched voices rang through the store as they searched the shop. Some of them were questioning the shopkeeper. Others were whining about how small the store was. The sound of metal scraping against metal chimed in the mess of sounds as the girls started searching the clothing racks for him. Soon the interrogating and complaints turned even more sour as they slowly came up with nothing.

Just as I thought we were in the clear, a shadow appeared under the dressing room curtain. “Hey!” A particularly annoying voice called, “Is there anyone in there?!” I froze. Kiro couldn’t answer. He was the person they were looking for! But I couldn’t answer either because Kiro would know I was Super Stranger!

“Hello?!” The girl impatiently called. I felt Kiro’s eyes on me. 

I sighed.

“Occupied.” I resolutely boomed. The shadow flickered.

“S-sorry!” She said, obviously startled by my voice. The shadow quickly disappeared. Avoiding Kiro’s eyes, I walked over to the curtain and peered out of the room, just in time to watch all the girls leave the store. I sighed once again and straightened myself, letting the curtain fall back into place.

“You should be safe now.” I said, turning back to face Kiro. He was staring at me wide eyed and mouth agape. His face had significantly returned to it’s normal hue, if not for a slight blush on his cheeks.

“S-Super Stranger?!” He scoffed, finally letting his eyes stray from my face and to my body. I folded my arms and popped my hip.

“Eyes up here, chief.” I deadpanned, signalling for him to adjust his gaze. He did so, his blush rushing back through his face.

“Sorry!” He chuckled nervously, pulling his eyes from me completely, “I just never thought you’d have such a…”

“Yes?” 

“... Such a love for such an old show! I mean, how old do you have to be to know who Red Sparrow is?!”

“Apparently not old at all.” I walked over to Kiro and tilted my head so our eyes met, “Suggesting that the twenty-three year old Kiro knows about it.” Kiro tensed. Then he laughed, releasing some of the obvious tension that rode on his shoulders. He looked at me adoringly through the mask.

“I can’t believe it, Super Stranger! You saved me again!” Kiro raised his arms. I held a hand out.

“They were just some fangirls.” I insisted, pushing Kiro backward, “No big deal.”

“Of course it’s a big deal! Who knows what they would have done if they caught me! Let me make it up to you.”

“That isn’t necessary.”

“Come on it’s the least I can do! Hey! That drink stand I was telling you about isn’t too far from here! Let’s go there!”

“And how do you expect to get out of here with those girls looking for you?” I asked, folding my arms again. Kiro’s eyes flickered back to my body. Then, a strange emotion sparked in his eyes as he let them linger there.

“I just need a new disguise!” He said rubbing his hands together. I slowly looked down at my outfit.

“... If you think you’re getting this-”

“No, this shop is full of costumes! I wonder…” Kiro walked past me, being careful not to touch me. He paused at the curtain, checking that the coast was clear, then he moved out of the room. I had only been alone for a couple of minutes until Kiro had returned, costume in hand. I froze.

In his hands was the costume of Complex Cell, the sidekick to Red Sparrow. He could duplicate himself up to a thousand times and not break a sweat, easily confusing the enemy long enough to take them down. He also just so happened to be Red Sparrow’s love interest. 

“What are you doing?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

“What do you mean, Sparrow?!” Kiro beamed.

>>>

“I can pay, Kiro.”

“Who is this Kiro?!” Kiro boomed, handing the shop owner his card, “For I am COMPLEX CELL!!” I rolled my eyes. The moment Kiro had put on the costume it was like he had completely disappeared, only to be replaced by Complex Cell. The overly confident, motivating, annoyingly positive sidekick of a superhero… so in reality not much had changed other than how he spoke, which was cute at first but it got boring quick.

“Come, dear Sparrow!” Kiro laced his arm into mine, “Hot chocolate awAITS US!!” He took his card and skipped out of the store, pulling me closely behind him. 

The moment I stepped out of the store, I immediately felt the eyes of the world on me. I may have been comfortable with my body but I had never been that exposed before. I normally would be wearing at least a jacket but now… 

“Hey.” Kiro tugged on my arm, “You ok, Sparrow?”

“I’m not Red Sparrow.” I said through my teeth, “Do you realize how much we stand out?! Everyone’s staring!”

“The sidewalk is practically empty.”

“Emphasis on practically.”

“Stranger,” Kiro laughed and tapped my arm lightly, “You’ve got nothing to worry about. Remember, you’re not the only one dressed up like this! I’ve got your back! Besides, you look amazing!”

My heart leaped through my throat, “... You really think so?”

“Of course!” Kiro looked down at me. His mask only covered the top half of his face, exposing his glistening smile, “I’m disappointed more people aren’t looking! More people need to see how amazing you look!” I elbowed Kiro in the side but still felt the uneasiness lift from my shoulders. There was nothing Kiro would say that could make me hate him.

“Red Sparrow!?”

Kiro halted in his steps and spun around. A small child smiled brightly at Kiro and me. She was tugging at her father’s jacket, pointing at us excitedly. “Dad! Dad, look!! It’s Red Sparrow and Complex Cell!” Kiro released my arm and struted confidently towards the kid.

“Hello, dear child!” Kiro boomed, , smiling brightly and laughing dramatically as he knelt to the little girl’s eye level, “I see you have spotted Sparrow and I! But I am very surprised that someone as pretty as you could know about us!”

“I watched you guys win battles with my mom!” The girl giggled, blushing at Kiro’s shining face, “I really like how you guys save the day! Everyday! I especially like Red Sparrow.” The girl looked hopefully up to me, “She’s my favorite!” 

“Well today is your lucky day!” Kiro turned to look at me as well, smile somehow brighter than before, “Isn’t it, Sparrow??” I looked between the two of them, frozen in place. I know what Kiro wants. He wants Red Sparrow. But I'm not Red Sparrow! I’m Ike. The horrible, cold, distant-

A sparkle flashed across the little girl’s eyes. A sparkle I was all too familiar with…

I sighed.

“My dear adventurer!!��� My voice jumped to action as I threw my hands in the air and cat-walked over to the girl, “I am honored to be considered your favorite superhero! Pray tell, just how are you doing this fine day?” I knelt down next to Kiro and posed for the girl. Her face lit up beautifully, smiling brighter than even Kiro. Before I could say anymore, she ran into my arms, wrapping her arms around my neck tightly and nearly tipping me over. I kept my arms out, looking to Kiro for any kind of help he could give me. He merely grinned, flashing me with adoring eyes. I frowned uselessly at him. He was no help. 

I patted the little girl softly on her back, “M-My! You startled me.” I awkwardly said in Sparrow’s voice, “What’s this for?”

“Last year, my mommy died.” The little girl’s whisper stunned me even further, “She was sick and spent a lot of time in her bed. But we would still spend time together to watch you save the day! She said that she liked you because it didn’t matter what happened to you. You would always make sure the bad guys would lose. And that’s why you’re my favorite! Because you were my mom’s favorite!”

Anything I wanted to say was blocked by a lump forming in my throat. Tidal waves of emotions crashed through my heart as the girl’s grip remained tight around my neck. I may not have had that kind of experience before, nor did I want to experience it, but hearing it come from such a small voice made me feel so bad for her. Like I was next to her on that bed and watching those shows with her mom. The only person I watched those kinds of shows with was Sam and if I were to lose him…

I wrapped my arms around the little girl, pulling her closely to me as I cradled her. “You and your mother have quite an amazing taste.” I said, heroic voice faltering slightly, “But, you should know one thing. I am only a hero because you allow me to be one.” The little girl pulled away from me.

“What do you mean?” She asked, her big eyes filled with curiosity. I smiled lightly and moved my hands so I was holding her arms.

“I am only a hero to protect people like you! Without you, I would be nothing.” I tilted my head and winked at the girl through my mask. The girl shook her head and pushed my hands down. 

“That’s not true.” She smiled, “You don’t need someone watching you to do the right thing! You should be able to do it because you know it’s right! That’s what my mom always said!” My finger twitched. Without a moment to waste, the girl turned to her father.

“Daddy! Daddy! Can you take a picture of us!!”

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The girl and her father walked joyfully away, leaving Kiro and me in silence. A hand rubbed my back. “You alright, Stranger?” Kiro asked, finally dropping his hero facade. 

“... How can a girl that young be so smart?” I asked softly, folding my arms and adjusting my posture to one that better suited me instead of Red Sparrow. Kiro laughed.

“You know, I was thinking the same thing!” He said through a chuckle, “I guess it’s true that wisdom comes from experience.” Kiro’s words left us in another meaningful silence.

“... She reminds me of my foster brother.” I said, my voice trailing slightly. Kiro’s head snapped to me in my peripherals. 

“You… were a foster kid?” Kiro asked, tone shifting dramatically.

“We used to watch Boot Fever all the time when we were growing up.” I continued, ignoring Kiro’s question, “He would dress up and pop popcorn because he was so excited to watch it with me.”  I turned and caught Kiro’s sparkling eyes. I rolled my own and shoved him from me. 

“Don’t look at me like that.” I deadpanned. 

“Stranger!” He said, closing the distance between us again with open arms, “You’re opening up!” 

“Yeah, yeah.” I mused, looking round the area we were standing in, “Where is this drink stand you have been raving about?”

“Oh!” Kiro quickly grabbed my hand and pointed behind me. A cute, wooden, mobile drink stand  sat on the other side of the street. Steam wafted up from a false chimney, gracing the cool air with the soft smell of caramel and cinnamon. Two people stood in line for the drinks, but other than that the street was nearly empty. “Luckily for us, those girls didn’t see me at the stand.” Kiro excitedly said into my ear, “And there is no line! Let’s go!” Kiro pushed against my back. I quickly swatted him away and started walking to the stand on my own. Kiro quickly followed, clapping his hands together like an eager child.

The couple at the stand left with their drinks, leaving room for Kiro and me to walk up. The woman manning the stand looked me up and down. A charming smile flashed on her lips. “Red Sparrow?” She asked, leaning on the counter and arching an eyebrow.

“Barista?” I asked, folding my arms again. She laughed and stood up straight.

“No need to get defensive, Red.” The barista said, “You look good!” A sharp blush struck my cheeks. Arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me backwards and into a chest.

“I know, right?!” Kiro giddily chimed, rubbing his head into my shoulder. I rolled my eyes and flicked Kiro’s forehead. He whined and pulled away from me to rub his head. The barista chuckled and turned to her drinks.

“So, what will it be, heroes?” She asked, avoiding any more eye contact with me. I looked at the menus on the side of the stand, then at Kiro.

“... I’ll have an iced caramel macchiato, subed with white chocolate mocha, coconut milk, and a mocha drizzle.”

Kiro and the barista looked at me in shocked silence. I turned calmly to Kiro. “Anything you’d like to add, Cap?” I asked Kiro casually. His look of astonishment never faltered.

“...You really drink that kind of drink?” He asked with a laugh.

“Oh not at all.” I tactlessly chimed, casually looking at the tip of my gloves, “I just told you I was a foster child. I’ve got to throw you off my scent before you figure out my secret identity.”

“Oh a drink order won’t throw me off!” Kiro laughed and casually approached me, “Just you wait! I’ll figure your identity out and we can be heroes together!... Speaking of which,” Kiro leaned forward, eyes shining beautifully, “Did you ever come up with a superhero name for me like you promised?”

I didn’t know if it was how close he was standing to me, the soft aroma of romantic scents, or the fact that he fit into that superhero costume so well, but every word I wanted to say got caught in my throat. All I could do was look him in the eyes. Eyes so gorgeously blue, I could swim in them…

“Hey, Red.”

I snapped to and looked over at the barista. She shook the iced drink in her hand. “You gonna pay for this or make me stand here holding it in the middle of fall?” She asked, tone dripping in annoyance. I cleared my throat and nodded, taking the drink from her. 

“As for you, Captain.” I said, regaining my composure as I turned back to Kiro, “Your hero name is one of importance. I will tell you what it is in due time.”

“So in other words, you don’t have one yet.” Kiro sighed, pouting slightly.

“I do too!” I huffed, stepping away from the stand and gesturing to Kiro to follow, “I’m just not going to expose it in a place where everyone is listening!” Kiro laughed and pulled me into a firm side hug.

“Alright Stranger, I’ll let you off this once.” He sighed, pulling me down the street with me by his side, “So what are you up to for the rest of the day! Are you free to hang out?”

“Me?” I scoffed, brushing off Kiro’s hand from my shoulder, “What about you? Does Savin even know you’re out here?”

“Today’s my day off! Which means I’m all yours!... if you’ll have me?” Kiro’s eyes sparkled like diamonds as he awaited my answer. My hand drifted to my messenger bag where a lump graced my fingertips. I dedicated the whole day to finding anything I could about Montu… but I suppose the costume shops were a bust, and I had no other leads to follow… 

“... Where to first?” I asked, adjusting the messenger bag on my shoulder. Kiro beamed and laced his arm in mine. With that, we had continued our walk down the street, starting a meaningless conversation and going nowhere in particular. And, for the first time in a while, 

I was alright with having no where to go.

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Mr. Love: Ike's Choice CH5 PT6

Hehehe some Kiro angst is here!! And some fluff and resolution as well!! This'll be a good part so stay tuned!! :D

Warnings: One curse word but other then that its literally just angst, fluff, and resolution. Unless you got a problem with cliffhangers. Then you got another thing coming...

(Chapter Five (Kiro and Youran) Prologue and part one, two, three, four and five can be found here~)

((Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D))

Chapter Five:

Part six:

After that day, we had rescheduled the shooting for a couple days later that week. When the day came, I didn’t attend. Leaving Bart to take care of the field work as usual as I returned to behind my desk. Where I was meant to be.

It had taken some time but I was finally able to convince Victor to let me drive a car alone. Granted, It had GPS tracking so I was never really alone but it was nice to finally have control of my driving again. The drive to and from work where I was alone and lost in my thoughts that I dreaded being lost in. Being in control of the driving stopped me from going mad.

 I had sent my phone to be fixed and it returned to me as good as new. I was told that there had been a virus in it. Even though I didn’t believe them, it was nice to have my phone back. But with my newly fixed phone, I had gotten phone call after phone call from people. I only answered a select few, ignoring the ones from Gavin and Kiro. Youran would call too. No matter how badly I wanted to be left alone, I couldn’t just leave her hanging.

Youran was really understanding and, though she didn’t know what had happened, she was willing to help me feel better. Offering coffee dates in the morning just to talk or to even jog with me on the weekends. I tried telling her no. I tried pushing her away to be left alone. I wanted space to think… but the moment I saw her smiling eyes in my mind, I swayed into agreeing to anything she asked.

Youran had posted an interview with the Key. Clearing his name and posing the fact that he was really framed and someone else had been using his name. After it was posted, the hacking had stopped and our websites were back to normal. I had tried listening to the interview but couldn’t make it all the way through without the memories from under the studio sending me into a migraine. 

I had spent most of my time working but it was just to keep out of my mind. When I wasn’t working, I was working on the board I had put together in my apartment. It had all the information that I had about Montu and, now, Black Swan. Though there wasn’t much, it was something. Gavin often knocked at my door to check on me. But after a week of no answer, he stopped coming by.

Two weeks had passed and I was in my office working on my biweekly report for Victor when a soft knocking came from the door. I looked up and saw Minor standing there, smiling kindly and holding a mug in his hands. “Yes?” I asked, returning my attention to my computer.

“You’ve been working so hard this past week,” Minor walked into the room and placed the drink down in front of me, “I figured you could use a break! Stretch your legs, brighten the mind...” I glanced at the drink. Minor noticed and said, “It’s hot chocolate! It’s supposed to be comforting!”

“I’m fine.” I said impassively, returning my focus to the computer. Minor drummed his fingers on the mug.

“...You know,” He sighed, “Everyone is worried about you. No one can remember the last time you’ve eaten. Or… left the office in general. You’re here before anyone else is and are still here when everyone has left… Gavin even told me you’ve been ignoring him… Miss. Ike, you need to re-”

“I appreciate your concern,” I spoke impassively, “But I’m fine. It’s just work. And, with everything that happened a couple of weeks ago-” I stopped for a second as images flashed into my mind from that day, “... we are running behind schedule.” I pinched the bridge of my nose, steaming the pain that rose in my temples. Minor reached out to me but was cut off by the sound of an alarm going off on my phone. I picked it up and stood from my chair. “I’ve got to pick up my brother. I’ll be back in ten minutes. When I come back, I want this drink off my desk.”

Minor sighed, “Yes mam.”

>>>

I was sitting at the steering wheel reading my emails as I waited for Sam to come out of class. The passenger side door opened and Sam popped into the car excitedly. “Hey, Ike!” He sung, “How are you?”

“Fine.” The word had lost its meaning at this point, “How was school?”

“Not bad, but I heard something today!” Sam spoke quickly as I turned the car on, “Someone said the Carnival was in town! Can we go??” I froze.

>>>

“Did you hear!?” Kiro spoke excitedly over the phone, “The carnival is coming to town! We should go together!”

“Kiro, don’t you realize how dangerous this could be?” I sighed, “If word got out that you were at the carnival-”

“I’ll be safe! I promise!!” Kiro pleaded, “Come on, Super Stranger! I want to hang out with you!” My face grew hot as I stayed speechless. Superstar Kiro wanted to hangout with me! Of all people! “What? You don’t seriously think this my first time in public, do you?” Kiro teased, “I’ll wear a disguise! We’ll be fine! Trust me!”

>>>

I grimised and shook my head. “No.” I answered resoundly, shifting the car out of park.

“Aw come on!” Sam whined, “But it’s friday! And they’ll be gone by this weekend”

“No, Sam.”

“But I feel like I haven’t seen you all week!” Sam pouted, “You haven’t been over for dinner and we rarely talk when you pick me up... You’ve been so distant.” I paused, tapping on the steering wheel. Feeling Sam's eyes on me, I flashed a glance at him. His eyes were pleading. A pain shot through my chest.  “I… I know something happened to you last week.” Sam started playing with his backpack. “And even though you won’t tell me what happened exactly, I miss you… Please, Ike?” I tightened my grip on the wheel and glared at the road. Unable to help myself, I looked over to Sam. He was wearing the puppy eyes that he had used countless times before. I quickly looked back at the road.

Not again. I will not let those damn eyes get to me again…. No… no!... damn it.

I sighed deeply and, after stopping at a stop light, pulled out my phone. I dialed a number then held my phone up to my ear.

“Hello! This is Ikamara Bikira’s office!” Minor chimed, “She is currently out right now but I can leave a message!”

“Minor, it’s me.” I said, rubbing the bridge of my nose, “I’m not coming back to the office. I’m… taking that break.” Sam cheered from next to me.

“Really?!” Minor excitedly asked, “What made you change your mind? Was it my speech?!”

“No. It was my power hungry brother." I playfully glared at Sam, "Tell the office that if they need anything they should go to Bart before calling me… and not a word of this is to be repeated to Gavin, understand?!”

>>>

“Where should we go first!?” Asked a very all over the place Sam. We were standing at the front gate of the carnival. Screams and music played with our ears as the smell of fried goods and sweet treats did our noses. “We could go on the rides! Or play the games! I thought I saw a shooting game!! Ike, are you still a good shot?!”

“Of course I am.” I said as I looked around, “Just remember, we are only here for a little bit. I still have work I need to get back to”

“Don’t you always?” Sighed Sam, “Just enjoy the time spent with your favorite foster brother!! So, where do you want to go first??” 

“The ticket desk.” I arched an eyebrow, “Before we go anywhere, we need to pay for-” I was cut short as a bear approached us. Or more, a man in a bear costume.

“Ho ho ho!” He laughed, doing a little jig, “Welcome to the carnival! I’m Chuckles the Bear!” Chuckles chuckled, further extenuating his point, “Would you folks like to win some free tickets?!”

“Boy, would we!” Sam jumped excitedly. I hesitated. Something about this bear seemed familiar.

“Alright, little boy!” Chuckles patted Sam’s head, “All you gotta do is answer one question! Ready?” Sam nodded seriously, bracing himself.

“What color…” Chuckles paused for dramatic effect, “... is the sky?!” Sam threw his head up in the air.

“Well, today it’s looking pretty blue.” He said, pursing his lips slightly.

“Ding ding ding! We have a winner!!” Chuckles reached into his pocket and pulled out a large batch of tickets. He handed them out to Sam, “Here you go little boy!”

“Yay!!” Sam cheered and took the tickets. He held them out victoriously to me, “Now we don’t have to pay for tickets!” 

“Yeah...” I said slowly, looking up at the bear, “Thanks.”

“No problem!” Chuckles chuckled, “Just a little nice deed from your good ol friend Chuckles! I’ll see you folks around the park!” Chuckles turned and waved goodbye to us. Sam waved enthusiastically back.

“Bye!” He called, “And thank you!!” I narrowed my eyes. 

“Something about that bear was fishy.” I murmured.

“Who cares?!” Sam grabbed my hand again, “Let’s go!”

With that, Sam and I explored the park. We went on rides, played games, ate food. I was quick to notice that Chuckles was never too far from us. He was either selling balloons close by, playing a game a couple of stalls away, he even manned the cotton candy stand when we bought some. Though, the term 'bought' was used lightly as he wouldn’t let us pay for it.

Eventually, I had had enough.

I approached Chuckles from behind as he was handing a balloon to a little girl. “Here you are!” He said gleefully, “Thank you for the candy!!”

“What kind of employee trades a balloon for a piece of candy?” I asked, making Chuckles jump, “It’s a terrible way to run a carnival if you ask me.”

“Though, no one is complaining!” Sam spoke up from next to me, pulling his nearly full cart of prizes with him, “You can keep giving away free stuff if you feel like it! Especially to us!” I narrowed my eyes and folded my arms.

“What’s your deal?” I growled, “You’ve been following us all day.” 

“What are you talking about, Miss. Lady?!” Chuckles shrugged and rocked back and forth, feigning childlike innocence, “I’m just a kind and harmless bear!”

“I want answers, bear.” I snapped, startling the bear once again, “Don’t think I’m above beheading you in front of all these children.”

“Ok! Ok!” The bear’s voice had changed dramatically, “I’ll tell you just don’t take off my head! You’ll only end up making a scene.” I froze. I knew that voice all too well. Though it had been a long time since I had heard it.

“Kiro?” I asked in a harsh whisper. Chuckles looked around then lifted his head. A bright blue eyed Kiro smiled at me nervously.

“Hey, Super Stranger.” He laughed weakly, “Long time no see!” Sam gasped dramatically from next to me.

“KI-” He started. I threw my hand over his mouth.

“Shh!!” Kiro and I said quickly. Kiro dropped his bear head and looked around again.

“Can we talk somewhere a bit more private?” He asked through the mask.

>>>

“Coast is clear.” I let down the flap to the cleaning tent and walked back to the boys. Kiro took off his bear costume and sighed.

“Thank goodness.” He breathed, “That costume was so hot.”

“It’s Kiro!” Sam whispered excitedly as he jumped in place, “Ike! Ike, look! It’s Kiro!!”

“I know.” I scowled, folding my arms across my chest, “What are you doing here, Kiro?"

“I wanted to see the carnival!” Kiro smiled weakly at me. I deepened my glare, “And…. I also wanted to see you.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes. Sam stared at the both of us, awestruck.

“Ike!!” Said Sam, exasperatedly, “Kiro just said he wanted to see you?!?! What haven’t you been telling me!?”

“Remember when I got trapped under the studio and came out a mess?”

“Yeah?”

“He is the reason that happened.”

Sam gasped dramatically and scooted closer to me. Kiro sighed, “I thought I told you it wasn’t me! Didn’t you see Youran’s interview?”

“Yeah, I’m still not convinced.” I growled.

“Well, what can I do to convince you??" Kiro took a step closer to me, "Would you like more tickets? How bout a ride on the ferris wheel! I can get you the best seats! You can overlook all of Loveland from there!”

“Pass.” I turned around to the tent opening, “Goodbye, Key.”

“Ike, please.” Kiro grabbed my arm, “Please let me make this up to you. I hate the idea that you hate me. Just, let me do something! Or, better yet, you do something! Yell at me! Beat me if you want!” I stayed where I was, fighting with the anger in my chest. This man just treated me the same as everyone else did in my life, and he expects me just to let it go?! “W-wait!” Kiro turned me around and reached into his pocket. He pulled out a little white handkerchief. “Don’t you want this back?” He asked, handing it to me. I didn’t take it. I just stared at it as memories of all the times he got hurt poured into my mind. It was all because of me! Why was he fighting so hard to come back to me? It seemed wrong. What was he trying to prove?!

Kiro sighed and dropped his hand to his side. “i know I hurt you.” His voice cracked. , “I know there are things I need to make up for and I understand it can take some time… I-I just… want to be your sidekick again.” Kiro’s last words were enough to obliterate whatever anger had. I fought to bring it back. He lied to you! He broke your heart! I repeated that in my head as I finally looked up at  him. Kiro’s eyes were sparkling. But it wasn’t the regular sparkle that made fans weak. It was the kind of sparkle that came from the water that pooled under his eyes. 

My heart shattered. 

I made Kiro cry.

 I was probably the only person on earth to make Kiro cry. That was a badge I never wanted to bear. 

I relaxed my body as I looked at him. Time seemed to pass slowly as we held our breaths, struggling to keep the silence. Eventually, Sam tugged at my shirt. “I know I’m supposed to hate him right now,” Sam said with a strain in his voice, “but even I can’t be angry at that face.” Kiro shifted his eyes to Sam.

“Sorry.” He said, struggling to maintain his smile through a forced chuckle, “I-” I walked up to Kiro, cutting him off. I took the handkerchief and brushed it under his eye, stopping a tear from rolling down his cheek. Kiro’s eyes flashed a look of surprise. I examined his face a little longer. Then sighed and rested my head on his shoulder.

“... Why did you have to pull the sidekick card?” I said, punching him weakly on the arm. Kiro’s body tensed. I shook my head and pulled him into an hug. Kiro stalled a moment, but it didn’t take him long to reciprocate. He held me tightly as we stood together in silence. I tightened my grip on him. I was afraid that, if we separated, something would happen to make me lose him. To lose myself. He brought me so much light. How could I have just let that go?

After a long moment, I felt something hit my side. I looked down. Sam had invited himself in on the hug. I smiled and patted his head. Kiro looked down at Sam, wiping his face as he laughed. “Hey, kid.” Kiro rubbed Sam’s head, “If you wanted a hug, just say so!”

“Really?!” Sam beamed. 

“Why don’t we get out of this tent first?” I pushed away from the boys’ embrace and pocketed my handkerchief. Kiro looked at me hopefully. 

“Can... I join you?” He asked, anticipation dripping from his tongue.

“It’s to be expected.” I arched an eyebrow and folded my arms, “I do believe I promised a certain someone a day at the carnival.” I smirked. Kiro smiled brightly, sending the long missed feeling of butterflies in my stomach. That smile didn’t last long though as Kiro suddenly frowned.

“Wait, does this mean I have to put back on the bear suit?”

(Next)

[ikenbar]

Mr. Love: Ike’s Choice CH3 PT10

Warnings: Mentions of scars, Lucien angst, protective Sam, fun times with Adri, and ye good ol cliffhanger :D

(Chapter Three (Victor and Lucien) prologue and part one, and parts two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine here~)

((Please read the author’s note (and the beginning of the story) on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D))

Chapter three:

Part ten:

I whipped around. Lucien wore his simple smile as he caught my eyes in his. “You look nice.” Lucien tilted his head slightly, still smiling. His tone was as sweet as honey, not matching his eyes at all. The sound made me uneasy. If he could say something like that while feeling the way he obviously did, what was he hiding on the date? I opened my mouth to respond but I was immediately stopped by Sam, who had just jumped in front of me and thrust his arms open, protectively.

“Don’t you come near Ike!” Sam puffed out his chest, “I won’t let you hurt her anymore!” Lucien, who was once smiling at Sam’s brave act, suddenly frowned. He looked back up at me, startling me slightly.

“I hurt you?” He sounded genuinely hurt by the news. 

Guilt swirled in my chest. I cleared my throat to try and maintain composure.

“Sam,” I used my usual tactles tone, making Sam snap to my attention, “Go downstairs and help prepare dinner. We will be down shortly.” Sam looked as if he wanted to argue but, sensing my icy stare, decided against it. He glared one last time at Lucien before running downstairs. I moved to the side slightly, allowing Adri a better view of Lucien.

“Adri,” I said in the same professional tone, “This is Professor Lucien. He is a close friend of Bart’s. Lucien, this is Adrienne. The newest addition to our foster home.” 

“There’s no need for introductions.” Lucien walked a little further into the room with a hand outstretched, “Adrienne and I have already met.” Adri snapped her fingers.

“I knew I had seen you somewhere!” She said this proudly, accepting Lucien’s outstretched hand, “You gave a lecture for my class about biology!”

“That’s right.” Lucien’s smile brightened, “It is good to see you again, Adrienne.” 

“How do you remember me?” Adri asked giddily. Lucien seemed to have this kind of impact on any girl who talked to him.

“You were the one who shot a spitball at me.” Lucien winked. Adri sunk in her overly large shoes.

“H-how did you know that was me?”

“I could see the straw sticking out of your coat.” Lucien’s eyes flashed with a teasing glare, “You need to find a better place to hide your evidence if you want to fool me.” Adri giggled nervously. Lucien chuckled, “Don’t worry. I won’t tell your teacher. But, I will ask that you hold your spitballs the next time I give a lecture.”

“You have my word.” Adri nodded happily. Her attitude had completely changed from when I first met her. I wish I could take the credit for that but I think we all knew who really made her the happiest that night. 

“Adri!!” Maria called from down stairs, “Come help set up the table for dinner!!”

“Gotta blast.” Adri huffed slightly but still smiled at Lucien, “I’m glad to have seen you again, Professor! Hopefully we’ll see each other a lot more now that I live with your,” Adri flashed me a quick look, “‘friend~’” I glared at her.

“I’m sure we will.” Lucien waved Adri goodbye as she walked casually out of the room, obviously in no rush to leave. Adri flashed me one last look as she walked past me. I frowned and followed my gaze to her as she walked down the stairs.

 Now, Lucien and I were the only ones left upstairs. It wasn’t until the awkwardness really set in when I had realized Maria had plotted this all along. Lucien walked up next to me. I braced myself slightly, ready for an attack. “How are you, Ike?” Lucien’s tone was soft.

“Good.” I kept my eyes glued to the staircase as I spoke, avoiding Lucien’s prying eyes, “You?”

“I’m fine, thank you. But I do have some questions. I hope it is alright that I ask them.”

I cringed slightly but nodded.

“Thank you. First thing’s first, are you angry at me?”

“No.” I answered simply but directly.

“Then why won’t you look at me?”I tensed at his words and scanned my mind for a valid excuse. Finding none, I dragged my eyes to meet Lucien’s. He smiled warmly at me. “That’s better.” He mused. I frowned and folded my arms.

“Is that all?” I asked, pushing back the urge to be sarcastic

“No.” Lucien said simply, “My next question is, were you hurt?”

“No.” I said slowly, “Why do you ask?”

“Your shirt was torn the other night.” Lucien tilted his head, “Along the sleeve if I remember correctly.”

“Oh that.” I rubbed the back of my neck and strayed my eyes from his, “Yeah it was just a small cut but it’s been taken care of.”

“Hm, interesting.” Lucien spoke in a way that sounded as if he were looking at an experiment. When I was about to ask him what was so interesting, he touched my raised arm. The feeling felt like lightning shooting up my arm. I pulled it back before Lucien could touch it anymore. He looked at me slightly taken aback.

“Did I hurt you?” He asked.

“N-no.” I stuttered, “It’s just... been a while since someone... touched... my arm.” My words drifted slightly. I kept my eyes on the floor.

“I suppose that was rude of me to do.” Lucien’s polite tone made me look back up at him, “I’m sorry. But I’m glad you took care of it your scratch right away. Even the smallest of scratches could get infected.”

“So I’ve heard.” An image of Victor popped into my mind, “So... what was so interesting?”

“I thought I had imagined your scars from last night. I’m sorry to see they haven’t.”

“Nope.” My eyes dropped onto my sleeves, “Sorry if they make you uncomfortable.” I started rolling the sleeves back down my arm.

“Don’t worry.” Lucien stopped my hand, “As long as you are comfortable with them up, I am too.” I thought for a second. 

“Cool.” I rerolled my sleeve and fixated my gaze back to the staircase, “I won’t then.” 

“Good. I’m glad.” Lucien smiled warmly at me but that smile didn’t last long. He looked me in the eye and said, “I’ve got one more question.” I nodded and braced myself once again, “Why did you leave so abruptly last night? Is everything alright?”

“That’s two questions.” I bantered nervously, “You’ve got to choose one.” Surprisingly, Lucien took my joke seriously as he looked up and held his chin in thought.

“Alright.” He concluded, “I’m going to with the first one. The second question can be answered within that one.” I gulped. How was I going to phrase this? Oh, it’s nothing to worry about. I’m just being targeted by someone who knows my every move so, after you had shown me the perfect date, I was convinced you knew more about me then you let on and I freaked out and left you to deal with the mess I made with that jerk. But I’m fine! I only broke down a little and called my boss to pull him away from his personal time to save me like some lost kitten because I couldn’t face the disaster I left behind. 

I searched Lucien’s eyes. I couldn’t tell him about the target on my back. There was still a possibility that it could be him. Then how do I explain to a human lie detector that I left him because I realized I couldn’t trust him?! 

Finally, I sighed and pulled my eyes from his and to the ground. “Lucien.” I pulled at my sleeves nervously, “I-”

Hurried steps came trudging up the stairs. Lucien and I spun around and spotted a small boy at the foot of the stairs. Sam was completely out of breath as he looked at the two of us. Glaring at Lucien, he ran to me and grabbed my arm. “Dinner’s… ready.” He huffed, dragging me from Lucien, “No more... alone time with… him.” Sam began dragging me to the stairs. In one rushed movement, Lucien caught my other arm. His strength exceeded Sam’s and he pulled me roughly so I was in front of him again. Sam tripped over his feet and fell into my side. I turned to make sure he was ok but Lucien pulled my chin so that I was only looking at him. His warm, controlled breath teased my slightly burning cheeks.

“Ike.” Lucien’s voice was one I hadn’t heard him use before. It was low and husky but, at the same time, extremely serious and determined, “I understand if it is hard to say but I would really appreciate an explanation. I was worried sick about you. I had taken you to a place that was foriegn to you. You had ran away and I had no idea where you were nor did I know what kind of people you would run into. You were lost to me for two hours before I received a single, short text telling me that you were alright and that you wanted space.” Lucien’s eyes held a cloud as he spoke to me but, every now and then, a glimpse of emotion shone through. Though, they never stayed long enough to let me know which one, “Please, Ikamara. Any explanation is better than none at all.” 

Words were stuck in my throat. His grip on my arm was strong and his eyes had glued my feet to the floor. If I wasn’t careful, he could probably find out the answer all on his own by looking in my eyes.

A strong force between Lucien and I finally reminded us that Sam was still in the room. He stood between Lucien and I, pushing on Lucien’s stomach to get him to move further from me. “It’s dinner time!” Sam pouted as his attempts to move Lucien were looking grim, “Not talking time!” He sounded like a child as he avoided eye contact with the both of us and began using his legs to help with his efforts. Watching him try so hard to protect me sent feeling back into my body again. I wrenched Lucien’s hand from my face. Lucien had also had a change of heart as he backed away slightly, giving Sam hope that his fruitless attempts to move Lucien were working. He stepped back and smiled proudly to me. His smile fell as I looked down at him with folded arms and an arched eyebrow.

“We’ll be down in a second.” I said, “Give us a minute to at least clear the air.” Sam was very much uncomfortable with the idea of leaving the two of us alone again. I bent slightly to meet his eyes, “It’ll be quick. I promise.” Sam fidgeted a little more, flashing looks between Lucien and I. Finally he sighed and nodded.

“One minute!” He pointed aggressively to Lucien, “One minute and I come to get Ike myself!”

“Alright.” Lucien chuckled, his normal melodious tone returning, “Understood.” Sam gave me one last determined look then hurried back down stairs. 

“You’ve got a real knight in shining armor there.” Lucien said fondly, keeping his gaze on the staircase.

“I know.” I answered just as fondly, watching Sam hit the bottom of the stairs and walk with pride back into the dinning room. I cleared my throat, becoming professional again as I looked over to Lucien with my iconic poker face. It felt like an eternity since I last used it. “After dinner.” I spoke firmly, making Lucien turn to me, “I’ll tell you everything after dinner. You have my word.” Lucien smiled.

“I can’t wait.” Lucien chimed. Though his smile had returned, they still didn’t break that cloud in his eyes. 

(Next)

[ikenbar]

Mr. Love: Ike’s Choice Ch3 Prologue & Pt 1

Author’s note (wait don’t go it’s important lol):

Alright!! Time for Chapter three!! I’ve already gone into what this story is and what to expect in chapter one part one so I won’t explain anything here, but this chapter will be introducing a new side to Ikamara. Also sassy Victor, soft Lucien, and angsty bois!! Also I will be taking lines directly from the game in this chapter. Don’t worry, I will be sure to add credit and the source when I do so they get their rightful credit :D I will be posting Wednesdays/Thursdays so stay tuned!! This chapter has themes that are meant for more teenage audiences so be wary with your young eyes. Nothing too bad but there are some adult themes and suggestive scenes so keep an open mind and prepare for a good story :D

(p.s. I’m mashing the prologue and the part one together because I feel like it :P)

Warnings: Nothing. Honest to goodness soft times with family and adorable cheesy mishaps. The best kind when dealing with a corny intro to a new chapter :3... ah Oh but there is a cliffhanger to throw off the soft mood~

(Chapter One (intro to characters) parts one, two, three, four, five, six, and seven here :))

(Chapter Two (Gavin) prologue and parts one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, and eleven here :D)

(Ikamara One Shots: St. Richards, Mp3, more coming soon :D)

 Chapter Three:

Prologue:

Dinner had been like all the others before it. With a small prayer from Maria, the kids talk about their day, then Bart would try to get the newest little addition to the family to talk. Their efforts had been fruitless thus far from the past month that she had spent at their foster home, but Bart and Maria thought they were getting through to her. “So, Ikie!" Bart began cheerily, “Ikemilike. Ikeamelon… Ike, how was your day? Do anything worthwhile?” Ike stayed silent, picking at the stake left on her plate. After some awkward silence, Sam stood on his chair.

“Yeah she did!” Sam said happily, “She totally schooled some bullies for me! Isn’t that right, Ike?” 

Still nothing.

“All she did was look at them and they ran off like scared little school girls! It was hilarious!”

“That sounds pretty fun!” Bart chuckled and looked over to Ike, “It sounded like you really had Sam’s back, back there!" Ike took a cup up to her lips and avoided eye contact with Bart.

“Of course she did!"” Sam chimed, “We are connected by a brother and sister bond! I can tell you exactly what she is thinking right now!” Ike halted her movements.

“Oh?” Bart laughed, “Well then go ahead! Tell me, what is she thinking right now?” Sam puffed his cheeks and stared intently at Ike from across the table. Ike placed down her cup and stared back, unphased. Silence washed over the room as Sam and Ike held their eye contact. Bart watched the girl intently. He wanted to have a go at reading her as well. Ike’s eyes portrayed a strong emotion that was indistinguishable to Bart. She looked like she wanted to say something, to scream it to the world. What did she want to say? And why wouldn’t she just say it?

“Got it!” Sam broke the silence harshly, causing everyone, except Ike, to jump, “She is thinking that she loves and cares about each of us! And when she is ready, she will be sure to tell us herself!” Ike’s usual poker face broke. Her mouth fell open and her eyes grew wide. Sam got it right. 

Sam proudly smiled at Ike, “I got it right, didn’t I?? I told you we are connected!” Ike stared at him for a little longer with the same awestruck look from before. Bart opened his mouth too. He wanted to say something. To encourage her to speak and tell them what she was thinking. To trust that they will do anything to make her happy, but he didn't get the chance to. All at once, Ike regained her original poker face and stood from her seat. She bowed then took her plate up.

“You’re done already?” Bart asked, quickly standing with Ike, “You haven’t finished your food yet!” Ike turned without acknowledging his words and left the room.

“Are you going to the gym?” Maria called back to Ike, after her as she walked to the front door, “Would you like a ride?” Bart got up and followed his wife. Ike shook her head and grabbed the gym bag she always kept by the door.

“Oh so you’re walking again.” Maria wrung her hands nervously, “Well, be careful, Ike. Text me when you have gotten to the gym, Ok?” Ike nodded and slung the bag over her arm. She moved to open the door.

“Wait!” Sam sped out of the dining room and to Ike. She halted her movements and turned to face Sam as he stopped in front of her, panting slightly. He smiled and held out his hands, “I have something for you!” Bart and Maria craned their necks to look at the contents in Sam’s hands. Right in the middle of his palms was an old, small mp3 player with earbuds wrapped neatly next to it. 

“It’s my old mp3 player!” Sam’s voice was so sweet that he could cause cavities, “I have all of my music on my phone now so I figure you can have it! Look,” Sam flipped the player over, “There is a clip-on it’s back so you can use it while working out! I put all the songs you like on there! Plus some songs I think you might enjoy!” Ike stared at Sam’s hands. She held that same look that she had in her eye from dinner but she showed no sign of taking the mp3 player. “I-I read somewhere that working out with music makes the exercise easier.” Sam hesitated slightly. “I know how you gave your mp3 player to Ashton so I’m giving you mine! I wanted to make sure you enjoy every second you spend at the gym… and,” Sam lowered his head slightly, “I… I want you to be happy. I can understand if you wanted to be happy away from us, but I want you to remind you that you can be happy with us as well! So, I hope this mp3 player will remind you of your new family! And how much we care about you!” Sam extended his hands a little further, “If you’ll let us… if you’ll let me, I’d love to show you how much I care! Then maybe, just maybe, you can tell me yourself!”

Ike's eyes were trained on the player but they weren’t focused on them. She seemed to be thinking about something else entirely. Sam noticed this and, looking defeated, he started lowering his hands. Swiftly, Ike’s hand darted out from her side and grabbed the player from Sam. He looked taken aback but soon recovered and he smiled widely as Ike took the earbuds and unwrapped them, draping them around her neck. She looked up, eyeing Sam. Sam opened his mouth to say something but an unfamiliar voice interrupted him.

“Thank you.”

Part One:

My eyes flew open. The alarm on my phone buzzed obsessively but I didn’t turn it off. I didn’t remember falling asleep that night. Nor did I remember doing it at my desk over the paperwork I had out for my meeting with Victor later that day. What was strange to me though was that dream. The woman in front of me. Something about her seemed familiar. Something at the back of my head ached to reveal why but, for some reason, kept itself in the dark. Why? What was so special about her? I finally slid my hand over my phone, pressing the button to silence it. She can’t have been someone from my past. Everyone from my past made me feel weak. That woman’s silhouette… I felt strong. I felt like I needed to be. For her. Who was she?! 

In a white room, one person stood in front of me. Facing away from me. A small woman with shoulder length brown hair, a striped blue dress, and a petite body. I had no memory of her but, somehow, I felt drawn to her. Felt strongly towards her. Protective of her. The woman slowly turned around…

A small ping came from my phone, snapping me to my senses.

>>>

The bottom of the old dresser drawer dung uncomfortably into my fingers as Bart and I carried it up the stairs. Bart had texted me and asked if I could help him move some new furniture into the vacant bedroom in their house. I had already been awake from spending that whole night preparing for Victor’s meeting that day so I accepted. When I had come over they had greeted me with the news that Maria had gotten a call from the foster care center and was asked if she could take in another kid. She gladly accepted and had splurged on items to fill the room with to make it homey. She refused to tell us anything about the new kid but, from the items she chose to decorate the room, it was going to be another girl.

“Why did we need to get a new dresser?” Bart grunted as he adjusted his grip, “We still have Evie’s old dresser upstairs.”

“This new kid doesn’t deserve any hand me downs!” Maria stood at the top of the stairs and looked down at us with worry and excitement in her eyes, “They deserve to be greeted and welcomed home with things just as new as they are! Besides, Evie’s old dresser is in the guest room. And I am not going to try to move that one again.”

“Bart, you can give me more weight,” I reassured as he struggled to lift the dresser, “I can take it.”

“Nope!” He huffed through his cheerful smile, “You were asked to help, not to hold the team.”

“It’s nothing. I normally take this time to exercise anyway. I could use a challenge.”

“No need to show me up in front of my wife, Ikamara.”

I rolled my eyes as Bart continued to struggle. The dresser weighed nothing to me thanks to my Evol, but waiting for Bart to take the next step on the stairs caused the weight of the dressers to ding into my skin uncomfortably. It was then that I was once again thankful for the nerve damage in my left arm. “So, Maria.” I casually made conversation as Bart murmured to himself angrily, “Tell me more about this kid. How old are they?”

“It’s a surprise!” Maria giggled and bounced in place slightly.

“Really? Are we still on that?” I rolled my eyes, “Can’t we just skip the stage of playful teasing and to the point where you break and tell me everything anyway?”

“No way! I’m going to hold off on this one!” Maria had played this game far too often. Luckily for me, I knew just the right buttons to press to get her to talk.

“Whatever, I’m just excited for another girl.” I said this casually. Casually enough to send Maria spiraling.

“AH! ME TOO! I FINALLY HAVE A GIRL IN THIS HOUSE WHO IS OLD ENOUGH TO-” Maria caught the sight of my arched eyebrow and the smirk rising the corner of my lips, “... That was a cheap shot.”

“It was inevitable.” I redirected my attention to Bart, who was trying to find a different grip on the dresser. I sighed and repositioned my hands on the dresser so that I could support more of the weight. I raised the dresser slightly. 

“Hah!” Bart exclaimed, finally finding a good spot to hold on the dresser, “I’ve got it now! Ok, Evie, start making your way up the stairs.”

“Finally.” I sighed, moving slowly up the stairs, “Ok, Maria, You can continue telling me about your new daughter.”

“Ok!” Maria clapped her hands and leaned on the railing as she giggled like a teenager talking about their new crush, “Her name is Adrienne. She is seventeen, really loves to listen to music, is super good in school and is exceptional with kids-”

“But...” I egged.

“But?”

“You only use such over the top adjectives when there is a ‘but’ coming. What’s wrong with her?”

Maria scoffed but, after catching my eye, she sighed, “... She is a flight risk. And I was warned she likes to talk back and rebel a lot. She hates being a foster child and often runs away to try to get back to her parents, who have been called out to a business trip for a few years in The States. So Evie, I know I’ve asked a lot of you lately, but,” I had finally hit the top stair and placed the dresser on the ground when Maria rested a hand on my shoulder, making me face her, “I need you to come over tomorrow for dinner. She’ll have moved in by that evening. I want you to show her this place isn’t as bad as she may think. I want her to stay here until her parents come back. I know you know how it feels to stay here for a long time so… maybe-”

“I’ll be there.” I interrupted Maria. Her eyes brimmed with excitement and her smile widened. She jumped into my stomach, pulling me into a tight hug. 

“Thank you!” She bounced slightly, nudging her head under my chin.

“Yeah, yeah.” I patted her awkwardly on the back, “First we’ve got to move her in. Bart,” I looked over to Bart, who had sprawled himself out on the floor, “You ready?”

“Gimme… a… second.” Bart panted, raising a limp finger. He took a deep breath and slowly raised himself off of the floor. He cursed under his breath as he stretched his back.

“Swear jar.” Ashton pushed Bart out of the way as he came from the bathroom behind him.

“Jeez, dad. You’ve seen better days.” Sam teased as he followed Ashton out of the bathroom and prodded Bart’s side.

“Don’t make me ground you, mister.” Bart teased back, glaring playfully at the boy beside him.

“You’d have to find it first.” Sam laughed and rolled his eyes. They fell on me and his snarky expression changed to a happy one, “Ike! When did you get here??” I checked my watch as Sam made his way over to me. 

“A little over an hour ago.” I accepted Sam’s hug with a couple of pats, “And we have only moved one piece of furniture.”

“It was the heaviest one!” Bart pouted, “You don’t have to be so rude about it!”

I rolled my eyes, “I’ll have to leave soon to head to work”

“Oh yeah!” Bart’s tone changed dramatically as he smiled proudly at me, “Don’t you have that meeting with Victor today?”

“Don’t remind me.” I rubbed the tiredness from my eyes, “I've also got that new assistant that I need to train.”

“Oh yeah! What did you say his name was?” Bart tapped his chin in thought, “Michael?”

“Minor.” I corrected Bart as I nudged Sam off of me. He complied and I repositioned myself in front of the dresser, “Let’s get this done so I can get going. Ready?” Bart grumbled but positioned himself across from the dresser as well, “One… two…”

“Isn’t your date with Lucien today as well?” Sam sweetly asked from next to me.

I froze. After the events of the past week with Gavin and the warehouse, I had completely forgotten about my da-... meeting with Lucien. Whether that was because I was distracted or because I was suppressing the thought, I didn’t know. What I did know was that it was that night.

... And I had completely forgotten to tell Maria.

“DATE?!” Maria nearly exploded. I shook my head and focused on the dresser again

“Three.” I moved to lift it but Bart stood from his spot on the dresser.

“You got a date with Lucien?!” Bart smiled widely at me.

“I guess we are talking about this now,” I sighed, letting go of the dresser and standing as I spoke, “It’s not a date. It’s a meeting to talk about the psychology of our show. He is only there to give me tips.”

“Oh really?” Maria teased, “When will this meeting be?”

“After my meeting with Victor.”

“So after the hours you are working?” Bart chimed in, giving his wife a knowing look.

“That was the only time he was available.”

“Is he going to be the one picking you up?” Now Sam was asking questions.

“I don’t know!” My voice became an octave higher than normal, “When did this become a game of twenty questions?! I-” A small ping came from my pocket. I grumbled as I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a message. My heart skipped I read the recipient’s name. That man had impeccable timing.

“Speak of the devil!” Maria had peered over my shoulder and read the notification on my screen. Bart and Sam soon found their way next to me to look at the screen as well.

“Well?!” Sam cheered, craning his neck slightly, “Open it!” I hesitated for a moment, then opened the message.

I am looking forward to our date tonight.

“Ha!” Everyone around me exclaimed haughtily. Maria, Bart, and Sam exchanged high fives. I sighed and rubbed my temples. These people were going to be the death of me. Another text from Lucien appeared on screen.

I have a wonderful place in mind for dinner. Do you have any allergies?

I quickly texted back.

I don’t remember agreeing that this would be a date.

I didn’t wait long for a response.

I’m sorry but I assumed that was what you intended.

“What are you doing?!” Maria pulled the phone from my hand and read the last texts, “You’re going to blow it!”

“Maybe that’s my intention.” I reached to take back the phone but Maria pulled it away from my reach.

“Ike, this is your first date! Are you sure you want to call it off?!” begged Maria.

“I didn’t even know it was a date! Give me my phone!” I moved to take it again but Sam pushed on my stomach. I looked down annoyed at him but my face melted when our eyes met. His eyes were big and his bottom lip was puffed out.

“He said he was looking forward to it.” Sam’s voice was higher pitched and whiny. As much as I hated to admit it, Sam's puppy eyes always got to me.

“Oh don’t give me that.” I whined rubbing my eyes to avoid meeting Sam’s, “I’m not ready to date anyone! Let alone someone like Lucien!”

“When will you ever be ready?” Sam’s question made me stop my movements. I finally met his gaze. He hadn’t dropped his puppy dog eyes. “Come on, Evie,” Sam continued to beg, “Give him a chance? For me?” Words jumbled themselves inside of my head as I tried looking for an excuse to say no… Ugh, how could he be so good at those eyes? A small ping came from my phone.

“He sent another message!” Maria gasped. I held back the urge to tackle her as I held out my hand. Maria looked hesitant, but after one raise of my eyebrow, she sighed and placed the phone in my palm. I looked at the message.

Would you prefer it to be purely professional?

My thumb hung over the keyboard, my stomach turning with anxiety. I should have known that was his intention… Still, this would be my first date with anyone. Ever. Was I willing to have Lucien become someone that I dated? Do I really feel comfortable with dating in general? 

I looked back down at Sam. His puppy dog eyes were gone. He looked at me with genuine determination and hope. I sighed and looked back at my phone. I quickly typed a reply before I could talk myself out of it.

 No. Where are we meeting?

Sam pulled down my arm to look at the screen. His expression changed as a huge smile rose across his cheeks. He cheered and replaced his arms around my stomach.

“Yeah, yeah.” I mumbled, patting his back, “But that is the last time I am letting those stupid eyes get to me.” Maria and Bart had found their way behind me and had read the text as well.

“This will be good for you, Evie.” Bart assured me, patting me on the back, “It’ll get you out of your head and into the world for a change.”

“Not to mention Lucien is a really good guy.” Maria beamed as I tucked my phone in my pocket, “He’ll be a good first date!”

“Right.” I disregarded their words and checked my watch,

“Not to mention good looking-”

“I need to go. Maria, could you help Bart with the rest of the furniture or do you need me?”

“No,” Maria shook her head and rolled up her sleeves, “We’ve got it from here. Have a great day, sweetie! Don't forget to come by tomorrow for dinner!” I nodded and started heading down the stairs. Bart and Maria assumed their positions by the dresser and Sam walked to his room, but another ping from my phone caused everyone to stop in their tracks. “What did he say!?” Maria bounced in place.

“Good bye!” I called behind me, continuing my walk down the stairs slightly faster this time. It wasn’t until I was outside the front door did I check the unread message.

No need to worry about that. I’ll come to pick you up. Where will you be after your meeting?

My stomach turned once again.

I can drive myself.

Lucien replied almost immediately.

I insist.

There was no winning with this guy...

...LFG. 6:00. Don’t be late.

I put my phone back in my pocket and closed my eyes, sucking in a deep breath of the morning air. Six o’clock was twelve hours away. That is just enough time to mentally prepare myself to open up to a person… after years of shutting people out… it took me three months just to talk to my foster family… oh boy.

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[ikenbar]

Mr. Love: Ike’s Choice Ch2 Pt 4

Warnings: Mild torture (it really isn’t as bad is it sounds), Minor cursing (nothing bad. Just ‘hell’ really. Honestly, it will never be anything more then that here :P), ANGST (fINally getting to the angst and I can’t get enoUGH), and cliffhangers :D

(Chapter One parts one, two, three, four, five, six, seven,  chapter two’s prologue, parts one, two, and three here :))

((Please read the author’s note on chapter one part one if you’re new here :D))

Chapter Two:

Part four:

Gavin reached for the door knob to the interrogation room effortlessly before I stopped him. 

“Wait.” I said, pulling him to face me, “ What’s the plan?”

“To get him to talk?” Gavin answered, questionably.

“No,” I rolled my eyes, “I mean what strategy do we have to get him to talk? Are we going in with good cop, bad cop? If so I want to be bad cop. Question, can I hit the perp?”

“Don’t hit the perp.” Gavin’s tone was one only an idiot would receive, “There is no strategy. We go in, we tell him what we know, he tells us who he is working for, and we leave.”

“So your plan is to just… wing it?”

“Pretty much.”

“That’s a terrible plan, Bird Cop.”

“....Bird Cop?”

I felt my cheeks burn slightly. Kiro's name calling must have rubbed off on me. I cleared my throat, “I figured it fit best for the cop who ‘wings’ everything.” I gave him a defiant look. He gave me one of annoyance. I continued, “If he didn’t tell you about working for someone before, he sure isn’t going to do it now. How often do you get people to confess with that strategy?”

“It worked for you, didn’t it?” Gavin deadpanned. I scoffed with defiance but felt my ears burn slightly. He got me there. Before I could retaliate, Gavin opened the door.

I looked inside to see the gunman sitting at the table. He was carelessly looking around the room when Gavin strode in. He didn’t seem too worried about being there, which made my suspicions rise. 

Gavin walked into the room first and spoke to the gunman. “Sorry for the wait.”

“No problem, you’re a busy man. I get it.”

Gavin looked back at me with a look that screamed, He gets it! I rolled my eyes as I strode into the room. Hickman and I made eye contact. The fear that should have been in his eyes before were there now, radiating an intensity I had never seen before. He froze in place, locking every joint to keep himself from running away. 

“What is she doing here?” He quaked, maintaining eye contact with me.

“We found that your stories didn’t quite match up.” Gavin said casually as he took a seat across from the gunman, “I brought her in so we could clarify some things. Is that alright?” Hickman looked as if he were about to shake his head. I intensified my glare and folded my arms. He cowered slightly and nodded. I nodded as well and shut the door, cutting out the sound of the bustling hallway, and any means of escape for Hickman. The room’s air was tense as the silence set in. I made my way to the table and took the chair next to Gavin. Hickman laced his hands together and placed them on the table, leaving him in an open and innocent looking pose. Gavin opened the file and pulled out a blank piece of paper. “Why don’t you tell us that story again, Hickman.”

“Haven’t I said it enough?” Hickman asked impatiently as he kept glancing at me nervously.

"We just want to get our facts straight." Gavin pulled a pen out of his shirt pocket and clicked it expectantly. Hickman sighed.

"It's as I said," he started, carefully choosing each of his words, "taking money is easier than making it. I was hiding behind the dumpster to get my next victim. When Ikamara and the kid came along, I made my move. They refused to give me their money so I gave them a warning shot. Just to the shoulder! When the bullet hit her," Hickman shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "the bullet bounced off like it was nothing. I freaked out and tried to run but the next thing I knew I woke up here. With a huge headache, might I add." Hickman flashed me a glare. I squinted my eyes slightly.

"See, that's where the stories vary." Gavin said as he finished writing the report down, "Ike said-" I held up a hand to stop Gavin. He did as such, politely letting me speak.

"How do you know my name?" I asked slowly.

Hickman's eyes widened slightly, "W-what?"

"You said 'Ikamara and the kid.' How do you know my name?"

"Your brother shouted it when I shot you." Hickman quickly said.

“Ah, right." I nodded and leaned back in my chair. Hickman breathed a slight breath of relief. “One more question,” I kept my tone steady as I leaned forward onto the table, "How did you know he was my brother?" Hickman froze. His teeth were clenched and sweat was now steadily forming on his upper, unshaven lip. His breathing seemed ragged but he kept his eyes on me. The room became eerily quiet as we waited for his answer. Hickman was silent, whether it was by choice or because he was paralyzed with fear. 

"Who do you work for, Hickman?" Gavin snapped right to the point, breaking the silence and Hickman's eye contact with me. Hickman seemed to regain his ability to move as he started to shake slightly.

"N-no one!!" He quaked, "this was a job I did alone!"

“Job?” I jumped into the questioning, “What do you mean by ‘job?’”

“Nothing! I don’t mean anything! I’m not getting paid!!”

“Quit lying, Hickman.” Gavin pushed.

“Maybe he’s not,” I thought out loud, “He confessed so quickly. Maybe he was going to be paid in bail. After he was found guilty, he’d be thrown in jail for attempted murder. Maybe he was promised he’d be bailed out.” I read Hickman’s face as he reacted to my words. The creeping sweat that escalated down his face said enough, “But why? Who would want to out Evolvers that bad? Who knows about me being an Evolver? Who are you working for?!” I put enough intent into that last sentence to make something in Hickman snap.

“I want a lawyer!!” Hickman blurted out. He looked as surprised by his words as Gavin and I did. There was a moment of tense silence. Gavin sighed and stood up.

“Where are you going?!” I asked, stopping Gavin from walking out the door.

“I’m going to get him a lawyer.” He said in a flat tone. He looked up at Hickman, “But don’t you dare think that this is over.” Gavin continued walking to the door. Anger boiled inside of me. If Gavin walks out that door, Hickman walks away scott free and millions of Evolvers would be put in danger. I couldn’t let that happen.

I stood up, but instead of walking out, I grabbed a hold of Hickman’s wrists from the table. “What are you doing?” Gavin’s voice sounded stern but uncertain, “Let’s go.” I ignored him and looked Hickman dead in the eye. 

“You know who I am. You know what I can do.” I spoke in a manner that was darker than the circles under the gunman’s eyes, “What you may not know is that I have a problem with empathy and self restraint. So I’m going to ask this one more time,” I tightened my grip on Hickman’s wrists, “Who are you working for?” Hickman stayed silent. I strengthened my hold further. I heard Hickman whimper slightly.

“S-stop!” Hickman pleaded, trying to pull away from my tight hold.

“Not until I get my answer.” I tightened even further. Hickman groaned.

“Ike.” Gavin called to me. I ignored him again as I inched my fingers closer together around his wrist. Hickman yelped in pain.

“I-I don’t know his name!” Hickman finally spoke up, “A-and he wore a mask! I don’t know what he looks like!”

“That’s not good enough, Hickman. Give me more information. What kind of mask?”

“A black mask! W-with a green beetle on the forehead”

“How did you guys meet?”

“I found a card on my front door with an address on the back of it! It had the words ‘meet me if you want a job.’ That’s it!”

“What was the address?”

“Hills Warehouse Wall!” Hickman groaned slightly. I held on to his wrists, enjoying the pain in his eyes. Thoughts of how he hurt Sam flooded my mind. How he made him cry. How he brought him into the world I tried so hard to hide from him. How scared he was when my life was at risk… how he smiled when he found out I was a...superhero.

 Finally, I let go of Hickman, standing straight as I did so. I opened my mouth to thank him but someone grabbed my arm. Before I knew it, I was being dragged out of the interrogation room by Gavin. The look on his face was the same as the hold on my arm, tight and unmoving.

He threw me into the hall as he slammed the door behind him. I yanked my arm out of his grip. “What the hell, man!?” I growled, backing away slightly from Gavin, rubbing the arm he had grabbed.

“I should be asking you that!” Gavin said through his teeth, regaining the distance I had made between us, “What was that?!”

“What? I got the answer, didn’t I?”

“You didn’t get it in the right way! That was against the law! You acted like a criminal!”

“I acted in a manner that got us the answer. Wasn’t that what you wanted?!”

“No! Where did you get that idea!?”

“When you told me to wing it!” I thrust my hands in the air, “That was me winging it!”

“That is not winging it.” Gavin thrust his finger in my face, “That was torture!”

“I wasn’t actually going to break his wrists! How little do you think of me?!”

“People who get answers from anyone through pain are the scum of this Earth.” Gavin snapped, “I thought you of all people would understand that!”

“That man was willing to hurt innocent people if it meant he got paid! A man like that deserves-”

“Justice! He deserves justice, which is what my job is! Dealing out justice to those who deserve it! Do you realize who you are mimicking when you act that way?!” 

My eyes went wide. “Gavin, don’t you d-”

“Your father!” Gavin’s voice carried over the entire police station, making everybody go silent. The only thing that could be heard was Gavin’s heavy breathing and harsh words as he continued, “Your father thought the only way he could get you to do what he wanted was through… through...” Gavin’s tense face eased as he locked eyes with me. A raging glare had found itself on my face. I clenched my fist so tight that my knuckles grew white and shook under the pressure. I felt a lump in my throat forming. How dumb was I to think that Gavin would ever change? rage-induced thoughts filled my mind, He is still the same arrogant, self-centered, nark that I have always known. This is what I get for listening to a thirteen-year-old. This is why I can’t trust a soul. They find some way to make me miserable.

Gavin read my face, then the room, and realized his mistake. “Ike,” He spoke softly. The sound of his voice made me want to rip my ears off, “Ike, I’m so sorry. I-I got carried away. I didn’t mean-” Gavin reached out to console me but I slapped his hand away. I needed to leave that place. To leave him. 

I quickly turned on my heel and walked briskly down the hall to the exit. The people who were watching in the hallway moved quickly out of my way as I walked, sensing the deadly air I gave off. In that moment, I could’ve broken anyone who had gotten in my way... Thus proving Gavin’s point. I walked a little faster.

 “Ike, wait!” Gavin jumped to catch up, “I really didn’t mean to bring it up!” I rolled my eyes. Yeah right. “I’m so-” Someone stepped out of the crowd to block me from the exit. I looked up at the face of the perpetrator, giving them a death glare as I did so. It was the chief of the police department, Joeseph Michaels. With his dark skin, deep brown eyes, massive height, and his blue police uniform, he seemed almost imitating. Almost.

“Move it.” I demanded through my teeth.

“Woah,” Captain Michaels chuckled, “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today!” I glared at him as Gavin caught up and stood next to the two of us. The captain looked around the department. “Don’t you all have a job to do?!” He called. Everyone snapped to and started their regular bustle again. This time though, everyone supported the same flushed, red cheeks and flustered expressions. Captain Michaels brought his attention back to Gavin and me. He smiled kindly. I folded my arms and held my glare.

“I saw you two working together in the interrogation room.” He simply said. Gavin and I tensed.

“How much did you see?!” We both asked at the same time.

“All of it!” The captain chuckled slightly, “Right up until he asked for a lawyer. You two worked very well together.” Gavin and I relaxed and looked at each other. There was a sense of sensitivity in his eyes. I rolled my eyes and moved my absent glare towards the ground. I’m not getting roped into that stare again. 

“Thank you, sir.” Gavin cleared his throat and held out his hand to Captain Michaels. He accepted the gesture and shook Gavin’s hand firmly. What a suck up.

“You know, it got me thinking.” The captain said, retracking his hand, “Maybe we could hire Ike on as a consultant on this case.” I pulled my attention away from the floor and to the chief.

“What?!” Gavin and I protested at the same time. 

“Yeah!” He smiled, “It would be great! Ike can help you with the information in the case and Gavin can help you get the clearance and materials. Besides, Gavin tells me you two are neighbors! You can meet up in a nice homey spot! After checking in with me, of course.” Gavin and I looked at each other then back at Captain Michaels.

“No offence, Joe.” I said with full offence intended, “But I’d rather gag myself with a spoon.”

“And I would provide her the spoon.” Gavin added. His voice still made me cringe in disgust, even when he was agreeing with me.

“You guys are already working together!” Captian Michaels patted us both on the shoulders as he walked past us, “I’ll send Gavin the files tonight and you two can look over them together when he gets home. I expect a progress report by the end of tomorrow! And Gavin,” Captain Michaels turned and eyed Gavin, who slightly straightened his posture next to me, “Be a gentleman and take her home. She deserves some rest.” He then turned back around and walked away. There was dead air between Gavin and I. Gavin opened his mouth.

“Don’t.” I held my finger up, “Just don’t.” Gavin closed his mouth. I turned and resumed my walk to the exit.

“Captain’s orders, Ike!” Gavin shouted back to me, “Let me take you home!” I continued to the door, silent. There was no way I was going to sit alone in the car with him. Not again. There was no way he could make me. I looked down at my watch… the next bus wouldn’t be by for another three hours. I sighed and stopped walking. I sucked on my teeth as I contemplated whether or not it would be worth it. Finally, I turned and saw Gavin hadn’t moved from his spot. 

 “Well?” I called back, “Are you coming?”

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[ikenbar]

Mr. Love: Ike’s Choice Ch2 Pt 1

Warnings: Guns being shot (but no death I assure you), threats, Slight cursing? but nothing too bad... unless you really hate the word ‘hell’, sassy Ike and Sam, and cliffhangers!

(Chapter One parts one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, and chapter two’s prologue here :))

((Please read the author’s note on part one if you’re new here :D))

As a slight heads up: Ike’s opinions don’t reflect my own. That being said, enjoy! :D

Chapter two:

Part one:

“Fired?!” Dylan shouted loudly, “Y-you’re firing me?!”

“Yes.” I dictated, keeping my composure as I played the bad guy again.

“Why?!”

“You know why. Your performance is lacking as an accountant. Though small, you have made far too many mistakes in your paperwork. It’s only a matter of time until those small mistakes become big ones, and I’m not going to risk my company going under in order for you to get a fiftieth chance. Bart agrees. We’re done here.” I motioned outside the large windows beside the door to my office. The security guard standing outside nodded and opened the door.

“I’ve worked here for two years!!” Dylan protested, standing to avoid the hands of the officer, “You can’t fire someone who has been here since the beginning of the company!”

“Just because you have been here a while, doesn’t mean your job is secure.” My voice rose out of impatience, “You should have thought of the time you put into the company when you were turning in your paperwork. Dismissed.” The security guard finally caught hold of Dylan and started ushering him out of the office. Dylan fought and screamed behind him.

“TWO YEARS! I WASTED TWO YEARS ON THIS COMPANY!! AND I’M GONE BECAUSE OF A FEW MEASLY MISTAKES!! I WON’T LET YOU FORGET THIS!”

I waved my hand at the door and rubbed the bridge of my nose, annoyed. It had only been Tuesday and the week had already lasted forever. My day had been filled with complaining employees, missing reports, and panic about the new show. Not to mention I had to write a report before my meeting next week with LFG. I had no time to babysit my employees as they failed to do their jobs right. A second security guard walked into the room as the screaming child left it. He approached my desk and cleared his throat. “Would you like to charge him?” He asked kindly, “A threat like that should be taken to the police.”

“No.” I sighed looking at the paperwork on my desk, “That’s just more paperwork to do. Plus, I’d have to go to the police station on a weekday.” Before the officer could ask any more questions, I looked up at him and nodded, “I knew that wouldn’t go down very easily and you guys handled it well. Thank you.” I ended the sentence in a way that dismissed the officer. He took the hint and nodded. He turned and walked to the door but stopped before closing it. “Is there a problem, officer?” I half-heartedly asked. He was silent for a second before turning to me.

“Feeling scared is not a sign of weakness,” He said with courage, “If you ever feel unsafe, please, feel free to tell us. We will come to your aid. Any time. Any day.” I opened my mouth defiantly but I saw the look of sincerity in his eyes. I closed my mouth and nodded.

“I will.” I acknowledged, “Thank you.” The officer nodded and shut the door behind him. I rolled my eyes. Ugh, police. I thought as I tapped my desk with annoyance, Thinking that I can’t handle myself. I can handle myself just fine. I’d like to see them try to handle me. I’d take them down in a matter of seconds and still be ready for round two.

I took a deep breath and sighed. I reached for my stack of paperwork but my eyes grazed the clock. 2:45. I cursed and stood up. Ashton had therapy after school that Maria took him to so it was up to me to help Sam with his ride home. A ride that I was late for since that meeting ran longer than expected. I sent Sam a quick apology text and grabbed my coat from it’s hanger. If I hurried, I could pick him up from the bus stop.

I skimmed through my phone as I leaned on my bike, waiting for the bus. I parked a little further from the bus, so as to not get in the way of the kids coming off of it. As I waited, I looked through my social media, which was full of people congratulating me for getting the funding from LFG. I begged Bart not to say anything until my meeting on friday concluded but he insisted. Our page grew wildly overnight and our email exploded with potential sponsors. Which, I was put in charge of answering because I worked in the office. I needed a drink…

A honking horn pulled my attention away from my phone. The bus had pulled up to the stop. The doors opened and a flood of students came pouring out of it, Sam amongst those students. He walked out of the bus and checked his watch. Then looked around curiously. I stood up from my bike and prepared to wave at him but he pulled out his phone and started walking the other way. Curious, I took my keys from the bike and followed him.

He was walking the all too familiar path we used to take before I got my bike. It seemed he had memorized it as he dodged all of the small cracks and uneven asphalt that littered the ground. It reminded me of old times when he would cling to my arm and skip over those places to protect Maria’s back from breaking. Sam played with his phone for a little bit before he brought it to his ear. My phone vibrated in my pocket. It was him.

“Speaking.” I answered nonchalauntly.

“Hey, you forgetting something?”

“... Happy birthday?”

“No. It’s three fifteen… on a school day?.. Ringing any bells?”

“I’m supposed to pick you up from school.”

“Ding ding ding! We have a winner.” I could almost taste the salt pouring from Sam’s mouth.

“My meeting ran long today. I sent you a text.”

“I didn’t get a text.”

I lowered my phone from my ear and pulled up my messages. The message I wrote was still in the text box. I cursed under my breath and brought the phone back up to my ear, “I forgot to press send. Listen, kiddo, I’m-”

“Forget it.” Sam sighed, “I’m already walking home.” I could tell he had a bad day from the sound of restraint in his voice. My stomach turned. I made his day worse. I opened my mouth to apologize but closed it as I watched Sam walk down an alley.

“Which path are you taking to get home?” My guilt was replaced with anxiety as I quickened my pace slightly.

“The way we normally went.”

“Oh really? You sure you’re not taking that shortcut that goes down the alleyway? You know, the one I told you to stop using?”

“No.”

“Oh really?”

“Come on! Do you really think that I would ignore a blatant order?”

“I don’t know,” I said, standing right behind Sam, “Would you?” Sam stopped dead in his tracks. He slowly turned around to face my tense glare.

“Heyyyy!” He said, trying to mask his shock with happiness, “You came!” He jumped happily into my stomach and hugged me tightly.

“Save it.” I rolled my eyes and pushed him away from me, “What were you thinking?”

“We used to go down this way all the time! What’s the problem?”

“The problem?! The problem is that you’re alone! We always took this path because I was there with you! Do you have any idea what would have-...” Something moved behind a dumpster. I grabbed Sam’s arm and dragged him behind me. “Who’s there?!” I called. There was silence but I didn’t drop my guard. After some more silence in a tense atmosphere, the dumpster moved again. A figure rose from behind it and walked in front of us. A man in dark clothes stood in front of us with a gun tightly clenched in his hands. He had a hood pulled over his head and a bandana covering his mouth. His eyes were a bright blue but they were dark and empty. I glared menacingly at him, hoping that would be enough for him to leave.

“You’re coming with me.” His voice sounded as if he smoked a pack of cigarettes everyday.

“And what makes you think we are going to comply?” I asked, holding my menacing attitude. The man cocked his gun. I moved slightly to cover Sam. The man’s eye twitched as he moved closer to us. I moved back, pushing Sam with me. My heart rate started picking up. Normally I could handle this guy like nothing but now Sam was involved. What if he got hurt? What if the man fired the gun? What if-

I felt Sam’s hand on my back. He gripped at my jacket. Every thought I had in my head cleared away. There was only one left. I need to protect Sam at all costs. I stopped walking backward. The man saw that and stopped as well. “Decide to comply?” His eyes squinted in a way that proved he was grinning.

“Not on my life.” I glared back. Turning my head slightly, still maintaining my eye contact with the man, I whispered, “Sam, run.” Sam’s grip tightened even further.

“What?” He gasped.

“Go. I’ll handle this.” My harsh whispers made Sam’s hands tremble slightly.

“Oh? Is that so?” The man laughed, fixating the gun to my chest. I pushed Sam backward.

“Sam-” I started, trying to pry his hand off of me but keeping my eyes on the man.

“N-no!” Sam pulled closer to me, “I’m not going anywhere! This is my fault! I’m not leaving your side.”

“Sam!” I demanded, finally turning my head to look at him.

Bang!

The force of the bullet was enough to throw me back a couple of steps. I held Sam close to me so he wouldn’t see what happened but he was forceful in prying himself away. He looked at me with eyes wide and flooding with tears. “Ikamara!” His voice cracked, “Y-you’ve been…” I quickly turned to look at the man, gun smoking in his hand. I looked down at my shirt. There was a burnt hole where my heart was. My eyes drifted to the ground. A flattened bullet was laying there.

“Well there goes that shirt.” I scoffed, pulling at my button up shirt to get a better look at the hole, “First Victor and now you? What is it with men and destroying my closet?” I locked eyes with the man. The gun in his hands shook slightly. He shot the gun again, hitting my shoulder this time. My shoulder flew backward but the bullet fell to the ground, clattering next to the other bullet. He shot once last time hitting in the same spot as the other one, burning a hole in my leather jacket. “Would you quit it!” I gave the man a look of disgust, “If it didn’t work the first time it isn’t going to work the other two times!” The man finally dropped his gun as he slowly started backing up. I rolled my eyes and advanced on him, finally losing Sam’s grip in the process. The man halted in his steps and, after a solid hit with my right hook, hit the ground hard and didn’t get back up.

I sighed and looked at my jacket. The hole was wide and it smelled of burnt steak. There was no way I was going to be able to fix that. I looked up at Sam, whose mouth was open wide with shock. I searched for something to say.

“Maria is going to kill me when she finds out her leather jacket has a hole in it.” I said nonchalantly, trying to lighten the blow of the situation at hand, “This is a secret just between us, got it, Kiddo?”

“I-Ike,” His voice was hoarse and quiet, “What happened? Why… why aren’t you…?” I sighed again and approached him.

“I have a good explanation.”

“Man I hope so because I... I sure can’t think of one.” Humor was a way Sam coped with difficult situations. It was a trait that got him into trouble a lot, but it was also something that I envied to have.

“And I will tell you what it is in due time.”  I looked down at the man and grimaced, “But right now we have to get this crook to the police station before he wakes up.” Something was off about the person laying before me but I couldn’t figure out what it was. I walked back to him, bent down, and pulled down his bandana. He was raggedy looking. His face was unshaven, teeth were yellow and crooked, spots all over his face, but he didn’t look familiar to me. Then why-

“Fine!” Sam said, grabbing my shirt again and tugging it, “Let’s go!”

“Let’s?” I asked looking up at him, “I’m taking him on my bike! You need to walk home.” I quickly stood up as Sam huffed in protest, “And don’t even think of taking the shortcut, mister! I won’t be there to stop any more bullets.”

“I’m not going home!” Sam protested, “I am not leaving your side until you explain to me what happened!”

“How on Earth am I going to take you and this punk to the police station?!” My voice reflected my impatience, “My bike can only hold two people!”

“My squad car can hold four.” A voice came from behind us.

My body tensed. I knew that voice.

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