Mikado stepped out of the shower, grabbing the towel hanging nearby to roughly dry his hair and face. He caught sight of his reflection in the mirror and stared for a moment.
I've definitely looked better… the teen thought with a sigh, noticing the dark bags under his blue eyes. He dried the rest of his body and stepped out of the bathroom, heading towards the bedroom to get dressed.
He grabbed a black bag from the closet and threw it on the bed. In celebration of their one year anniversary, Mikado and Izaya were going on a weekend trip. They had chosen the weekend before because their real anniversary was on a school day. In fact, it only a few days after Mikado started his second year. It was a lot easier to celebrate it earlier instead of trying to work around his other commitments.
They weren't going far, just to Minato which was a city not far from Ikebukuro. Mikado stared at the empty bag for a moment. Izaya had chosen the location of course, not that the teen really minded but he had a feeling he'd chosen it because the older male didn't want to be far from Ikebukuro with everything that was going on.
I wish he'd turn off his informant side just for a weekend so we can enjoy our anniversary but it is Izaya after all. I guess it doesn't really matter, I understand the city is crazy right now. Mikado sighed and shook his head before gathering the things he needed to pack.
There was a serial killer on the loose in Ikebukuro, a violent and brutal killer the online community had named 'Hollywood' because the murderer always dressed in Hollywood grade costumes. Izaya had also excitedly talked about a famed Russian assassin that was also in town on an important contract, apparently, he was super strong and was kind of a bogeyman in the underworld.
Maybe this trip can lighten things up for a little while. The teen thought hopefully as he packed a change of clothes and his pajamas. He returned to the bathroom to collect his toiletries and decided to pack some lube and condoms just in case. Izaya would probably bring them but seeing as the older man had stashed them in his jacket the last trip they'd taken, Mikado wasn't going to chance it.
Honestly, this city never sleeps…and neither does Izaya. Mikado sighed once again. Izaya had been working nonstop lately and while the teen could see Izaya was trying to make it up to him by calling him and messaging him several times a day, Mikado wished that they could spend more time together especially with everything that had happened.
Everything is so messed up now…I wanted to evolve but I didn't expect to lose what I had…I can't believe I didn't realise this would happen. I was abandoned by Masaomi…but what did he expect me to do? Stay a clueless and innocent boy forever? Everyone wants excitement in their life, we could have sorted it out if he hadn't run away like a coward.
"He's gone now anyway." He shook his head while pulling zipping up his bag. He got dressed, pulling a pair of black jeans and t-shirt before grabbing the navy blue jacket Izaya had brought him on Halloween, it was his new favourite jacket since the other had been ruined.
He looked at himself in the mirror and felt himself frown. He really did look so ordinary, so boring. He never understood why Izaya had asked him out. He was sure the informant could have anyone with his looks and money so why someone so utterly normal like Mikado?
So what he was the leader of the Dollars? It didn't really impact him all that much. There is nothing interesting about me…and now that I'm trying to avoid talking about my friends and the Dollars, I'm even more boring than before. He thought anxiously. Mikado's appearance made him insecure, he wasn't good-looking nor was he really fashionable.
One of these days Izaya is going to realise how boring I am and leave me…He'll lose all interest in me and dump me. Mikado thought sadly, lowering his eyes. He sighed deeply again and tried to push the depressing thoughts from his head.
In the back of his mind he'd always known that Izaya would leave him one day but he tried his best not to think about it because when he did, he ended up in a really dark state of mind, thinking about how he could keep Izaya to himself, the thoughts were violent more often than not.
If he was honest with himself, he didn't know what he would do now if Izaya tried to leave him, he was too deeply in love to let him go easily.
It won't come to that. I mean, we're trying to fix things after all. Izaya seems eager to stay together too. It's going to be hard for sure, rebuilding trust isn't easy but I know our relationship is strong enough to survive this and flourish.
Mikado slung his bag over his shoulder and cleaned up the room a little. He was meeting Izaya at Ikebukuro station, the man had been working hard to finish a job given to him by the Awakusu-kai at the last minute. Apparently, it was urgent and couldn't wait, Izaya had seemed quite annoyed by it actually which had made the teen smile.
It was amusing to hear the informant whine about Shiki, his contact with the Awakusu as Mikado had learned over time. Izaya always complained about the jobs he gave to him claiming the man always gave them to him at bad times. Usually, they were simple jobs like tracking people and such that were just tedious for Izaya but the older man had explained they paid too well and the Awakusu-kai was a valuable client he'd rather not to piss off.
Mikado grabbed his phone off the bedside table. Izaya had got him a new smartphone for his birthday, it was sleek and black with a red cover. Mikado hated to imagine what it cost but he really liked it. It was a lot faster than his old phone and while it took him a while to get used to the touchscreen, he found it easier to understand. The Dollars website looked really nice on it too which was a nice bonus but with the screen being so big, it was also harder to hide what website he was on.
He slipped the phone into his pocket and started to head out, making sure he had everything before slipping on his new sneakers and leaving the apartment. Luckily, it was a nice day, the sun was shining, there was a slight warm breeze and the sky was clear.
When Mikado was close to the station he messaged Izaya to ask where he was which he replied that he was still on the train and would meet him inside when he reached Ikebukuro. The teen was a bit nervous about waiting inside the train station, it was always crowded and people were rude. Plus for some reason, people liked to try and touch him. He guessed it was because he looked meek and nervous and perverts thought he was an easy target which might have been true before he finished his training.
He'd grown more confident since finishing his strength and stamina training, his instructor had taught them self-defense and boxing near the end and now the teen was confident he could throw a pretty mean punch or even kick. Mikado had enjoyed the training despite how hard it had been, he had enjoyed becoming stronger and faster.
He was still a beginner for sure but Izaya had said about doing some other training and Mikado was keen. I honestly thought I would have lost weight but I gained it…though my stomach is flatter now so maybe it's just muscle mass. I hope it's muscle mass…
"Mikado~" Izaya's cheerful voice called out to him and the teen turned seeing his boyfriend all but skip towards him. "Good morning." Izaya greeted him, his red eyes sparkling with their usual mirth.
Mikado stared at him for a moment, he really was a beautiful man. The teen had to fight the urge to hug him, to touch him but he tightened his grip on his bag and resisted – they were in public after all.
Mikado felt a warm smile spread across his face. "Good morning." he happily greeted the man as they started walking towards the platform of their train. "How was your night? Did you finish all your work?"
"Hm~" Izaya tilted his head and shrugged. "All the urgent stuff." He smirked, his eyes amused. Mikado chuckled, knowing that the man had probably ditched a few lesser jobs so he'd be able to get at least some sleep.
Mikado admired the man as they started to walk through the station to their platform. He'd forgone his usual attire probably choosing to ditch it so he'd be less recognisable and blend in better with the crowds. He still wore his tight-fitting black jeans that allowed the teen to check out the man's long legs and ass but rather than his fur-lined jacket he wore a simple long-sleeve rust-coloured shirt and a black vest. The shirt brought out the red in his eyes amazingly and they almost looked like blood. He was even wearing black sneakers and a black shoulder bag that tapped against his thigh as he walked.
He looked younger than he actually was, well, Izaya always looked younger than his actual age but now he looked like a high schooler. Mikado was okay with that though, now at least they would look like friends and not a pair of brothers.
"Do you like what you see?" Izaya suddenly teased and Mikado looked up at him to see a huge smirk on the man's face, he'd obviously caught him staring. The teen blushed, heat rushing to his cheeks as he ducked his head.
Of course, I do. He thought. You're literally the most handsome man I've ever laid eyes on. You're utterly beautiful. Mikado's heart skipped a beat as he glanced back up at the informant who was gazing at him affectionately. I can't believe I'm dating someone like him, he belongs to me. He loves me.
"You're so adorable." Izaya smiled, his eyes crinkling as they shone with emotion. Mikado felt completely breathless for a moment. Izaya's smiles were always so surreal, like a dream. The teen knew that Izaya barely smiled, only smirked – which in fact, were not the same thing at all.
I always feel like I'm going to faint when he looks at me like that…
"I-I see you brought a bag this time." the teen stuttered, changing the subject in an effort to escape his embarrassment. Izaya chuckled, seeing right through him. He nodded,
"Yeah, I decided I didn't want to stash my toothbrush in my pocket this time." Izaya grinned and Mikado laughed at the memory. The first trip they'd ever gone on which was for Izaya's twenty-fourth birthday, the informant had stashed his belongings in the inner pocket of his jacket claiming he disliked carrying bags as it clashed with his style.
"That's probably a good idea." Mikado agreed, remembering that Izaya had actually hidden lube in his jacket at that time. The only reason it probably hadn't leaked was because it was brand new and still had the safety seal on it. "But now that I think about it…doesn't the hotel supply a toothbrush?"
Izaya had picked the hotel, which was no doubt going to be as fancy as the last one but he did tell Mikado about the extras in the room, he'd been like an excited child and the teen had to wonder if there was something special about the amenities that Izaya wasn't telling him about.
"Yeah, it comes with a lot of extras," Izaya commented. "But I'd rather use my own things." The teen nodded in agreement. There was something unsettling about using personal hygiene things like toothbrushes and the such when you had no idea where they were from or what someone could have done to them.
When their train reached the platform they climbed aboard, relieved that it wasn't too crowded. Though Mikado had realised during his time in Tokyo that he didn't like trains, they always smelt like an overpowering scent of different perfumes, foods and body odour and there seemed to be molesters everywhere.
Mikado knew he was especially targeted because of his meek demeanor, they all thought he wouldn't make a fuss or struggle which might have been true a year earlier but now he was a lot more confident in himself thanks to the training he had done. Now, he was sure he would gladly punch anyone in the face if they touched him without permission.
But just in case, he stood close to Izaya. Mikado inhaled deeply, he was so close that the bad smells from the car were mostly replaced by Izaya. The man always smelt like freshly ground coffee beans and new books – it was a smell Mikado had come to adore. It was comforting, to say the least, it soothed him like nothing else.
"What are you thinking about?" Izaya asked quietly, interrupting his thoughts. "You're frowning." The teen blinked before glancing up at him, fighting the blush that threated to dye his cheeks.
"Uh, I was just thinking about how I would gladly punch any molesters in the face now." Mikado gave a half-truth. There was no way he was going to tell the informant he was thinking about how much he liked his smell.
Izaya smirked at the teen's reply. "Would you really?" he asked, sounding doubtful. Mikado had to stop himself from pouting. He could understand the man's lack of faith, the teen had never punched someone in his entire life – outside of training that is.
"Oh look, some free seats. Let's sit down." Izaya pointed to some seats and the couple sat down.
They'd done some boxing as part of their strength training but he'd never been in a real life fight before. But he knew how to properly punch and kick now. It wasn't news to him that Izaya thought he was weak. The informant was almost incredibly strong after all so the level Mikado was at would be considered weak by him but the teen knew he could throw a mean punch as he'd accidentally broken someone's nose during boxing.
But he had never told Izaya about it as he feared the older man would pull him out of classes if he thought there was any chance Mikado would get seriously injured. They had been discussing the next level of Mikado's training which was picking a martial art to learn.
Mikado was leaning towards either mixed martial arts or Krav Maga which sounded brutal but effective. Izaya had commented that he'd like to teach the teen parkour and free running which was exciting but there hadn't been much progress as Izaya had been so busy.
"So, what are we doing again?" Mikado asked curiously, wanting to get out of his own head. Izaya turned to him from where he'd been staring out of the window,
"To be honest, I only made plans for tonight. I thought maybe we could do what you wanted to?" Izaya suggested, leaning back in his chair.
I don't even know what's in that part of Tokyo…I don't know if there is any attractions or anything.
"I was just thinking we could just spend some time together, try to relax a little bit. There's been a lot going on recently and I think we both deserve a break, you especially." Mikado murmured, he glanced at the man's hand really wanting to hold it.
Izaya smiled. "That sounds really nice. I just want to spend time with you too so what we do doesn't really matter." Izaya reached over and took the teen's hand making Mikado flinch slightly and look around to see if anyone was staring at them.
"It's okay." Izaya quietly reassured them. "No one can see."
Mikado blushed slightly and smiled. He'd gotten better with public displays of affection. He tried not to worry about it too much but when they were in Ikebukuro his paranoia levels would go through the roof with the thought that someone with bad intentions would see them.
Izaya must feel pretty bad when I shake off his advances but it's for our safety. I understand the desire to hold hands or even kiss but it's just too risky.
Plus by now, there has to be a few people that are suspicious, I mean, Heiwajima Shizuo saw us together when he attacked Izaya outside his office. Ever since then he looks at me with open disgust and his body language screams he doesn't like me.
It took me a while to realise that he saw us holding hands and basically hugging but he hasn't said anything which is good. He might even have an idea that we're in a relationship but from what I know thankfully he isn't one to gossip.
It's a shame, he is a valuable member of the Dollars. He's a figurehead which deters most other gangs. All the figureheads do. I mean they're all badass, like Celty and Kadota-san. But Heiwajima-san is on a whole other level.
Mikado had been considering coming out as gay. Not revealing Izaya as his lover though because that would be dangerous but just opening up about his sexuality. Anri had accepted it well, in fact, she was almost relieved. Mikado didn't blame her, she thought her two male friends were in love with her, she was scared of losing them if she were to confess that she did indeed like Masaomi which must have put a lot of pressure on her.
But now Mikado was glad she wasn't able to confess because it seems the blond teen was never serious about her which would have led to heartache and pain for her, probably more than she was already feeling. Mikado truly felt sorry for her, Masaomi had run away with another girl – though, he didn't know if Anri knew that.
Izaya had been the one to tell him that he'd run away with a girl named Mikajima Saki who was his ex-girlfriend that had been badly injured during the war between the Yellow Scarves and the Blue Squares. Masaomi had been riddled with guilt and broken up with her, despite still being in love with her. He'd been in love with her all this time which meant Masaomi was never serious when he hit on other girls, including Anri – he was just leading them on, probably to sleep with them which Izaya explained he had been doing.
Mikado sighed in frustration. These days, whenever he thought of Masaomi it made him angry. The more he found out, the angrier he got. Izaya had revealed everything and now Mikado knew that Kida Masaomi was not the person he'd thought he was. Not at all.
"Babe? Babe, what's wrong?" Izaya asked, his voice slightly strained. Mikado blinked and realised he'd tightened his hold on Izaya's hand so much it was like a death grip, the man's hand was changing colour.
"Oh my god!" Mikado quickly let go in shock. "I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" Mikado asked, flustered. Did he seriously just almost crush Izaya's hand!? Izaya chuckled and rubbed his hand to help the blood start flowing again.
"I'm fine dear. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine! I just got lost in thought." Mikado shook his head trying to force a smile on his face but not succeeding. Izaya frowned and studied the teen's face.
"You were thinking about him again, weren't you?" he sighed with a smile which looked pitying. Mikado didn't like it so he averted his eyes.
"I didn't mean to. My train of thought just kind of went there and I just got so mad." Mikado's voice got more aggressive as he got mad once again just thinking about it.
"I know, I know." Izaya squeezed his shoulder trying to calm him. "Let's just try not to think about things like that right now. It's our anniversary, let's enjoy ourselves." Izaya cooed comfortingly. Mikado sighed taking a deep breath to calm himself down.
"You're right." He smiled as he forced any and all thoughts of Masaomi from his mind. He focused his eyes on Izaya's face, just admiring him. He was hit by the strong urge to kiss him and from the way Izaya was looking back at him, he felt the same.
"Let's just focus on us." Mikado smiled happily.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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Review Replies from Mine and Yours Epilogue:
rinxlenfan4ever: Naw, sorry! Thank you :3 I know right? He's such an idiot -_-"
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