World War Me-Miro Ch. 1

Fandom: Panic! At The Disco/My Chemical Romance
Pairing: Miro (Mikey Way/Ryan Ross)









*Mikey's POV*

I scratched my wrist furiously, but mindlessly as they fought.

On no...he wanted to kill me again.

Mason was trying to kill me again.

I need to fight back.

'How?'

I reached for the razor at my bedside table; it's the only thing that can make Mason stop. I slid it across my wrist, and instantly, Mason is calm. He left, leaving me with myself...am I me? Or am I Mason?

I don't know who I am.

My clock read that it's 1:42AM. So I swaddled myself in my blanket, only to be greeted with a voice in my ear and a warm hand on my face.

Don't worry, I'm used to invisible people touching me.

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*Ryan's POV*

The house was...old. No, not old, ancient. The door had an intricate-looking knob, and a massive knocker that looked like a lion's head. The house was painted yellow, but it's been chipped and faded. If grass back home was dead, this grass is a mangled corpse. The windows were dusty ovals. It appears as if nobody has lived here in ages.

Which is why my mom and I decided on this place.

We always liked a challenge. This was definitely a challenge. It'd be a bitch to dust, and worse to sweep, but we were up for it. Hell, we were up for anything.

An arm was around my shoulders and it gave me a tight squeeze. My mom pecked a kiss on my cheek and turned to the house.

"It'll be better here, Ry."

"I know."

"I love you."

"Love you too." My eyes made a little roll, but I was still happy she said she loved me.

"So, let's get unpacking!"

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After an hour or so of unboxing, two tall boys stood in the front yard of the house next door.

Both were striding down the path. One was pale, and had unruly black locks that made him look like he just rolled out of bed. Maybe he did.

The other had blonde hair, and glasses perched on his nose. He had a cute face and looked really nice.

They turned only to start walking up the driveway of my new house, and walked to my mom.

"Hi, we live next door." The one with black hair told her. "I'm Gerard. Gerard Way. This is Mikey Way."

He reached his hand out to shake my mom's, and she took it.

The other boy-Mikey-looked straight at me, and I instantly blushed. He gave a little wave, and I returned it with a smile and turned my back to go get more boxes.

"Mikey!" My head flicked and I saw Gerard shoving Mikey's arm a bit to get his attention. "C'mon, don't be rude."

My mother shook Mikey's hand, while a tomato red painted his face.

Irritated, I turned back around and bent to get another box of items. But I felt a gaze on my back. When I looked, it was the Gerard-guy, checking out my ass. He winked while my mom talked to Mikey. I just scowled and ran into my house, dumping the box on the floor. The bathroom was the first place that came to mind, and I ran into it, locking the door.

'Okay' I thought. 'This is fucking weird.'

I splashed my face with cold water and sat on the floor, staring under the crack in the door. A pair of flats, and two pairs of Converse passed by...meaning my mom took them in the house!

'Why, mom?! Why?!'

"Hey, are you in there?" A voice called from behind the door. "Are you sick or something?"

"Uh...yeah."

"Oh." It said back. "Carsick? You drove here right?"

"Uhh..." The voice must belong to Mikey. I've never heard it before. "Yeah. My mom did, I just sat in the seat next to her."

"That's what I meant." He laughed. "You should lay down or something. Maybe lifting all those boxes made it worse. If you want I could help wi-"

"Mikey! We have to go now!" I heard Gerard's voice ring. "Bye Miss Ross!"

"Bye boys!" My mom said in a happy tone.

The door slammed shut, and I was left on my bathroom floor, confused as hell.

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*Mikey POV*

'He was cute. Really cute.'

'No, Mikey, don't think about things like that. Seriously, who would love you?'