AN- Okay, so I know that this story is reaaalllyyyyy late for Valentine's, but I kinda wrote it late because I got really sick, and kept getting piled up with homework and projects. Also, this one gave me some writer's block, thanks to the fact that I wasn't sure if I got their personalities, like, perfect or not e.e, so gomei~ :( I hope I did alright.
Copyright- I don't own any of Durarara or the characters, all rights go to the original owner, although I wish I did...
A Rainy Valentine's
It was Valentine's Day.
Mikado was walking home from school. The day had been hectic. Girls had been running around squealing and giving out gifts and chocolates. He, truthfully, had gotten a few, and due to sympathy took them, but he didn't plan on eating them. He just wasn't in the mood for all the lovey dovey things the day brought every year.
Masaomi, his dearest friend, on the other hand had been leaping with joy, talking about all the girls whom, apparently, adored him. Of course, he had flirted with Anri-chan as well too. Mikado had just sat there with a nonchalant expression as his friend had stood up and spun around with his arms flying out, got on his knees, and once again, projected his 'undying' love to her, only to be kindly rejected.
They had walked together as they left school, like always, and then they parted their separate ways when it was time.
Mikado had needed to go to the store for more groceries before he went home. So, he took the longer way that passed by the grocery store. He was almost there when it started to pour. By the time he was about halfway there, he looked like he'd just gotten out of the shower. He would have to dry out his school uniform when he got home, and finish his homework.
When he got to the grocery store, he just bought some instant ramen, and a few other necessities. He was walking out the door, only to see that it'd started to rain even harder. Oh great, now I have to walk home in this without a umbrella, and it is FREEZING outside. With a sigh the young Raira student walked out of the store doors reluctantly. He had only taken a few steps when he heard footsteps behind him. Slowly coming to a stop, Mikado turned around, only to find Izaya Orihara's face inches from his.
With a gasp he backed up only to find a pole stopping him in his tracks. "O-Orihara-san w-what are you doing h-here?"
Izaya chuckled, "I happened to just be on my way to your house Mikado-kun~"
"W-why?" Mikado stuttered out.
Izaya literally spun his way over, with his arms swinging out, to the young boy. "I was absolutely bored, my dear Mikado~" he sang out with a laugh. "So," he moved towards the younger's face with a smirky grin," I thought I'd go see you."
"B-but why me…" the younger trailed off as he looked at the ground. My dear Mikado?
"Because Mikado-kun~" he said. "Your face expressions are too adorable." he smiled as he thought of how many expressions he wanted to see. He wanted to see this boy crying, laughing, blushing, aroused, scared, shocked, and every other possible expression. He loved all humans, well, excluding Shizu-chan, yet Mikado was special in a way he couldn't explain.
Mikado automatically put on a tough face, and looked the informant straight in the eye saying, "Well, I'll be going now, so if you'll excuse me…" he tried to push the informant out of the way, but Izaya chuckled and pushed Mikado back into the pole.
"Well, I don't want you to get cold now do I?" he inquired with a smirk. He took off his parka and threw it over Mikado's shoulders, letting it droop over the boy's head, almost to the point where he couldn't see.
Mikado tried to kindly reject him, instantly losing his tough face. Izaya smiled knowing how the boy was trying to act tough, and the informant wasn't stupid either. He knew Mikado had a dark side, and if there was ever a time he needed to use it, he would most likely use it, but originally, the boy was quite a shy normal boy. Well, so he seems on the outside…
"Come along, then~" Izaya said while grabbing the boy's hand that was holding groceries, and dragged him along.
"O-Orihara-san," he muttered. "I-I'm fine, r-really…" as he was dragged by the other. "A-And besides how do you know where I live?" his stuttering uncontrollable now, thanks to how cold he was.
Izaya laughed slightly and replied, "I just know."
Okay that's not creepy…although this is Izaya Orihara we're talking about…Mikado had no idea what to say so he just decided to let things be, then when he got home he would send the informant off…hopefully.
After a while, Mikado was starting to get a little nauseated, either from a cold, or due to the fact that the man he was with, probably both. He coughed a little, causing the informant to look back at him with a small frown. Disregarding it, he looked back on ahead and continued the way.
It wasn't until he felt Mikado's hand start to slip from his, did he notice how weak the young boy was getting. It's not too far until we get to his home, but…Izaya looked back at Mikado, only to see the young boy panting and flushed in the face. He may not even make it.
Finally, making a final decision, the informant stopped dead in his tracks, causing Mikado to look up at him with glazed over eyes. "O-Orihara-san why'd we sto-" he was cut off as Izaya, with a smirk, lifted him off the ground, bridal style.
He started to continue on, but stopped when Mikado tried to push off of his chest weakly. He smirked slyly down at the boy, "Well, your gonna give me trouble, huh?" he got so close to Mikado, Mikado could smell his breath, and it smelled like….chocolate?
Mikado tried to turn his head away, only to find the informant's knife at his throat. His eyes widened as a small river of blood trickled down his throat.
Izaya chuckled slightly, and with a sad sigh said, "I didn't want it to come to this, my dear Mikado-kun, but…" he pushed the knife closer to the young Dollar leader's throat, "You were struggling, we can't have that, now can we?" "You'll be still now?" Mikado nodded his head slightly as he tried to not to let the knife cut him any further.
Izaya smirked as he flicked shut his blade, slipping it back into his pocket. Mikado let out a breath he didn't he even realize he'd been holding in.
Izaya had only taken three steps before, "IZAYAAAAAAAAAAAA! YOU DAMN FLEA!"
The next thing Mikado knew, a vending machine flew past him and Izaya, only missing his face by inches, he had felt the force of the throw through the breeze. His eyes widened as he realized he was probably going to die, right then and there. His eyes widened, yet even more, when he looked down the road to see Shizuo Heiwajima stomping up the road toward them, with a sign post in his hand.
"Izayaaaaa! Stay out of Ikebukuro!" Shizuo growled as he threw the signpost. It flew through the pouring rain, heading straight for the informant, and the younger in his arms.
The informant with the most slyest smirk, simply side-stepped the post. It flew right past the two, smashing into a wall.
"Now, now Shizu-chan," he turned to the former bartender with a Cheshire grin, "I was on my way off, soon after I brought Mikado-kun home, so why don't you let us be on our way?"
Shizuo with a growl reached over to yet ANOTHER sign post, tightening his grip around it as he ripped it straight from the ground. "I don't care you DAMM FLEA!"
Mikado ducked his head straight under the parka, hiding his entire face, and digging into the informant's chest, not caring anymore how wimpy he looked, or the fact that he was pretty much cuddling with Izaya Orihara.
He felt the movement as Izaya simply stepped over, away from the sign post, as it flew by. He chuckled slightly at the sight of the young Dollar's leader huddled into his chest, shivering from the cold.
"Well, Shizu-chan, it's been fun playing with you, but I best be on my way~" he nodded his head in a farewell, and pretty much ran the rest of the way, Mikado still in his arms bridal style.
"IZAAYAAAAAAAAAA!" Shizuo screamed in the background.
The informant chuckled as he slowed to a walk, looking down at the young Raira student's sleeping face, which was still partially hidden under the parka.
Mikado, whom had passed out through all of these events, and unknowingly, allowing Izaya Orihara to take him all the way home.
Maybe he won't be alone on Valentine's after all?
Yayyyy, okay so that's chapter 1. I had planned on making this a oneshot, and then I came to love it and decided I'd make it into a chaptered story. Please, please review, and let me know how I did with everything. ;x
Also, let me know if you think I should continue or not...