Bingo! This is my first DRRR! story. ;D So please R&R!
Summary: Mikado realizes that he's in way over his head, but obligations has convinced him otherwise. Izaya saved his life, and kindly offered to pay Mikado if he worked under him as an apprentice. Sadly, Mikado failed to see the evil aura that exhibited from his 'savior'.
Contents: [T] AU, Romance, Gang Violence, Yaoi, Cigarettes, & Humor.
Comments: Okay, so this first prologue is basically just setting the whole plot up. So you guys can get how the two (Mikado and Izaya) first met, and under what conditions. I wanted to call this my first chapter, but I find prologue is best suited (cause it's pretty short).
I had always secluded myself from others.
Not that I was some otaku, or had a mental disability.
Not because I completely suck at conversations, or that I have outdoor-phobia.
I just preferred the company of my own home… and that's all.
"Mikado! Can you do me a favor and get some ingredients for me?"
"Okay, Mom." Mikado quickly came downstairs.
He was originally in his room. Reading the today's newspaper seeing that he had nothing better to do.
His mother then handed him a little piece of paper that listed four specific ingredients that she required.
Then followed the money. "Get yourself a snack, 'kay?" She said sweetly.
"Uh- okay." Mikado nodded. He grabbed his jacket on the coat-rack, then hurried off outside.
Damn… Mikado immediately thought. It's getting dark.
Obviously it isn't safe for a skimpy home-schooled kid to be running around at night. He read on the news that some of Ikebukuro's gangs have scattering near his town. Getting caught in a confrontation with them means he'll barely live to see the next day. The boy can't even exceed at a sport, let alone fend for himself.
Yeah, hurrying would be in my best interest.
Not that he blamed his mother. Or rather the case was he couldn't say no, to his mother.
She and his father has always been kind and understanding parents. And being an only child, the center of their attention is Mikado.
So it wouldn't kill him to just run a little errand for them every no and then.
It's just the guilt of one's obligations.
And besides… News here are like rumors and gossip. They tend to twist details up to make more appealing to their audiences.
Mikado quickened his pace. Realizing that he was delaying precious time by being too preoccupied in his thoughts.
The nearest convenience store was only a small narrow bridge away. He crossed it with ease, then continued walking until he reached 7-Eleven.
Once entering the store he began to inspect all the areas the piece of paper listed.
But it didn't take long for trouble to start strolling in.
Literally…
A group of four male teens all wearing some sort of yellow piece of clothing, emitted a menacing aura that could be health hazardous (for everyone else nearby). It was without a doubt that these guys have the muscles to do a lot of damage (especially to ones face). And the fresh bruises on some of their exposing flesh can daunt anyone from a mile radius.
The only worker of 7-Eleven was already shaken up by just their appearance. And to top this lovely problem off, Mikado was the only other costumer in the area.
Which means the situation could only result in three different ways:
Either I'm screwed, the worker here is screwed, or both of us are screwed.
And Mikado had this sickening feeling that there are enough victims to go around for these guys.
"Damn, what a trashy place!" Exclaimed on of the boys.
"Hey, Sajiro-chan!" The most vicious looking of the four approached the nervous cashier. "You did shut-off all of the cameras here… right?"
The worker nodded. Almost to the extent of banging his head, like how people would in a rock-band concert.
Oh, so I'm the only screwed one then?
Mikado had ducked behind a wheeled freeze machine containing ice cream. He observed the other boys who launched themselves on the snacks and started stuffing their pockets with them. Meanwhile the most vicious one (most likely their leader), is forcing 'Sajiro' to hand over all the money in the cash machine.
They were raiding the store. So if Mikado were to get caught…
'Screwed' doesn't even begin to describe it!
Mikado was only a few steps away from the front extrance/exit. The emergency exit was on the other side of the store. The best choice he had was exiting through front, but he won't make it even if he sprinted now. Those other teens were too close to his target. He'll just have to wait a little longer until—.
"Look Kagure-san!" He panicked. Heart racing, sweat dropping, vision blurring. "They got your favorite candy! Payday." And without thinking, Mikado jumped from his hiding spot and dashed for the door.
The boy sprinting for his life. Thanking under heavy breaths for whoever invented the automatic door opener. Because without it he would have never made it free outside the door.
"Hurry up and catch him!" Mikado heard from behind.
C'mon, c'mon! Lets gain some serious distance from them, Mikado.
And then you'll be home free!
He reached the start of the bridge, but heard no sound of his pursuers.
I lost them already?
Wrong.
Halfway on the bridge Mikado struck up the nerve to look back. Instead of seeing the empty path that he had just come from, he squinted. It was barely noticeable in the dark. Yet it was definitely something.
Because it struck him dead center in the forehead. And knocked the boy unconscious.
"Mikado? Mikado!" A female voice welcomed him back to reality.
… Oh god no.
"Hn… M-Mom?" Mikado began to open his eyes. Blinding light invaded his vision so he had to slowly open them.
I'm dead! And they went and killed my mom too!
Just when the boy was about the shed tears, another voice spoke. "Ara~! You're dead yet, Mikado-kun."
Perhaps Mikado was imagining things, but did this stranger just read his mind?
And there was something about the way the stranger called his named. On the outside it was cheerful, yet there was a tinge of wavering maliciousness.
After regaining clearer vision he searched for the anonymous speaker. His eyes trailed to a dark haired man with a creepy smile on his face.
He sat in a little chair in the corner of Mikado's bedroom.
"W-Who are you?" At first Mikado made the mistake of assuming the man to be one of the criminals from the store.
But then his mother sitting beside his head, smacked Mikado on the back of his head.
"Don't be rude. This is the man who saved your life!" She scowled.
Saved me?
Mikado had trouble wrapping his head around the idea.
How could one guy... save me from the wrath of four buffed-up hooligans?
The man's smile did not crack an inch. And Mikado continued to stare dumbly back at him.
Then, to break the fifty-second silence. The man got up from his seat and approached the boy.
"My name is Orihara Izaya," he said. Then he placed both his hands in the pocket of his jacket. "Nice to meet you."