Okay, one of my irl friends is very excited for this story, as am I, because I came up with this idea and haven't been able to get it out of my mind. I've been excited to write this, but credit for part of the idea goes to Lucicelo, who wrote Truths Revealed. It is a Junjou Romantica story, and I encourage any fans of the series to check it out!

Now, as for this fanfiction.. I'm sure ALL of us have thought this about these two at one point or another. So I decided to write a story about it. I hope you all enjoy it, I'll try to stay in character. BUT, for those who know me and read my stories, know I like Izaya to end up happy, so near the middle/end of the story, he might become OOC, but oh well. I'm just a very loving person XD Despite my violent stories I couldn't hurt a fly in real life-

Full Summary:

We were so alike, yet we knew so little about each other. The second we met, we knew there was more to our story. We simply could not be strangers, not when it felt like we were meeting an old friend. Surely I know you from somewhere, surely we are more than just strangers? I feel like I know you, there is something more than what we can merely see. And once we learn the truth, we will never let each other go.

– – – – –

Today was one of those days..

Mikado woke up feeling strange. It wasn't an emotion he could really explain, but if he had to, he would say it was a mix of feeling melancholy and apprehensive. It was how he felt the day before he moved to Ikebukuro, the day he met Orihara Izaya, and many other days past that. Yes, he had felt this feeling many times before, and usually it meant that something was going to happen. Whether it be good or bad, Mikado would never know.

The feeling was amplified by something else today, another emotion that Mikado couldn't explain. He was trying extremely hard to figure out what it was, and as he walked down his normal route to school, he found himself zoning out almost completely. Nothing seemed to be able to snap him out of it, until he bumped into someone.

"Ah!" He exclaimed, stumbling back a few steps back and bowing at a ninety degree angle. "I-I'm sorry!" He heard a scoff, and looked up hesitantly with his dark eyes to see Masomi and Anri. The blonde boy had his eyebrows raised, arms crossed, and lips puckered in a very pretentious way. "Mii-kaa-do!" Masomi exclaimed,"We've been walking with you for the past ten minutes, trying to get your attention, and you aren't even listening?"

Mikado hadn't even noticed they were there, sadly. He had been lost in his own thought. "I-I um.." He began, before deciding to not try and explain anything and just shook his head no.

Dramatically, his blonde friend swung a hand over his forehead and raised his other into the air. "OH!" He yelled,"What sad times we live in where a simple Japanese youth won't even listen to those whom are attempting to engage them in meaningful conversation!" His bottom lip stuck out in a pout, as he used his hands to wipe away the invisible tears.

Mikado and Anri both gave him a smile and false giggle, hoping to not crush his encouragement, but stop the bad joke before it went any further. The rest of the walk to school was not silent, as it was filled with Masomi's sudden preach about the Japanese Youth being 'westernized' and many other words that neither Mikado nor Anri really understood. Many times, still, Mikado managed to zone out, hit mind frantically searching for what that weird feeling that surrounded his body like a cocoon was trying to warn him about.

School was even more troublesome, Mikado found himself getting laughed at by the other students after the teacher caught him daydreaming, and smacked the ruler against the edge of the desk. This caused Mikado to shriek in shock, and jump back so far he nearly fell out of his seat. Once he realized everyone was laughing at him, a blush crawled up his face as he whispered an apology and looked down. He didn't notice both his friends staring at him with worried frowns on their faces.

When lunch came around, Mikado continued to stare at his food instead of eat, until Masomi threw his Onigiri at him. Jerking up with an apology in his throat, he saw the angry look in the boy's eyes. "Mikado! Seriously, are you sick or something?!" He demanded.

"Ryuugamine-kun has been acting rather strange today.." Anri said softly, while brushing her blue skirt down and sipping her juice. Mikado gave another awkward chuckle, messing with his short black hair. "I-I'm sorry Anri!" He quickly replied,"I've just been feeling rather strange since this morning.."

"Oh no.." Masomi whispered, his right hand going to cover his mouth. Mikado turned to look at him fearfully. "What? What is it?" He asked,"Is something wrong?"

Masomi suddenly threw his hands in the air, his juice shamefully flying over the fence that surrounded the roof, and most likely falling on some poor soul who was just trying to eat their lunch. "TEENAGE HORMONES!" The blonde screeched, falling to his knees. "Of course Mikado is feeling weird! He's finally reached the day where he becomes a true MAN! He'll finally catch up to me, and he shall be able to see the beauty that is body hair and woman's breasts!" He exclaimed, once again wiping an invisible tear from his face. "I'm so proud of you!"

Standing up, the blonde took Mikado's cheeks and pinched them both, shaking Mikado's face and making the boy release many gargled words as he tried and eventually succeeded in smacking the other boy's hands away. "Come on Kida-kun!" He whined,"I already went through that!" Anri merely watched the entire situation with a shy smile and soft giggles escaping her mouth.

"Now I can teach you the proper way to flirt with women! First you grab at their chests-"

"Kida-kun!"

All of them laughed away their worries, glad to have each other as friends.

– – – – – –

Of course, Mikado's strange feeling returned shortly after he got home.

Now it wasn't worrying, it was more frustrating than anything. He shut his door and sighed, sliding down the door until he was sitting. He brought his arms around his chest and rested his chin on his knees, wondering what was bothering him to much. It wasn't as if anything bad had happened to him today, yet his anxiety about the strange emotion wouldn't go away.

Out of instinct, he pulled his phone out, and stared at his contacts. He scrolled down on his contacts list until his dark blue eyes caught sight of his mother's name. Pressing the button, he brought the phone to his ear, releasing a shaky sigh. However, his mother's phone went straight to voice mail. Mikado frowned again, before pulling his phone away from his ear and staring at the date.

Oh, he forgot. It was May 4th.

This day was the day his parents always stopped being the parents he knew. No, they didn't hit him or anything. They just were lethargic the whole day, wouldn't pay attention to him, the whole house was filled with a dark and depressing aura. They never told him about it though, it was never explained to him. He'd come to accept it as part of his life, but he couldn't help but wonder why it happened.

'We'll tell you one day..' His mother would tell him the day after, her blue eyes staring at something he couldn't see. 'It just.. Still hurts too much' That's what she would say every year. Mikado eventually came to the believe that was the way it would always be.

Before he could zone out once more, his stomach released a frustrated growl, reminding Mikado that he hadn't eaten yet. "Come to think of it.." The black haired teen said,"I didn't eat all day.. That can't be good for my health!" Making up his mind, Mikado decided to go to a convenience store and grab something to eat.

After all, what's the worst that could happen?

– – – – – –

After stopping by the convenience store and grabbing some pork buns, Mikado learned that he was going to eat his words. Turning a corner towards his apartment, he suddenly crashed into someone so hard, then both fell back. "Oof!" Mikado gasped, dropping his bag and landing on his butt. "Ah! I'm sorry!" Mikado exclaimed, standing up quickly. "Are you alright- Eh?!"

Sitting on the ground across from him was none other than Orihara Izaya. His telltale smirk was on his face, as usual. "Ah! Mikado-kun!" Izaya cheerfully called,"If you were so eager to see me, all you had to was ask!"

Mikado wasn't sure what to say for a second. "Ah.. Orihara-kun," He said, pulling an awkward smile onto his face as he watched the older get back on his feet. "What are you doing in Ikebukuro?" He asked.

Izaya stretched his hands behind his head and made a noise of contentment. He looked relaxed, but Mikado knew he was always on guard, prepared for anything. "Ah~ Don't worry! I haven't come here for anything that might bother you or your little band of misfits!" He said happily,"I merely came here to celebrate my birthday!"

But then Izaya pouted and slumped over. "But I'm afraid in my excitement to get some Russian Sushi, I forgot to bring my cash with me.." He made a childish whining sound, kicking a can near them to the side.

"Um.. Forgive me for asking, but don't you have a bank card of some kind you can use, Orihara-kun?" Mikado asked. Izaya's eyes flashed with an emotion Mikado couldn't catch. "I don't do banks, Mikado~ It's safer for me not to have permanent numbers like that on me!" He explained simply.

"But I guess I'll just have to get some another time~" Izaya said cheerfully,"I was lucky enough to slip into 'Bukuro without Shizu-chan noticing, I won't be as lucky a second time~ And while I would love to go on a chase with him today, I may or may not get a job today, no time to Dilly-dally~!"

"You have to work on your birthday, Orihara-kun?"

Izaya shoved his hands in his pockets again before shrugging. "Eh, I don't really get days off, Mikado-kun. Neither does Shinra. You never know when someone is going to be injured, or need to be tracked down. And if your the best, taking a day off is impossible, because even if you do manage to take the day off, you likely won't make it the whole day," Izaya explained,"But oh well! At least I got to see one of my favorite playthings!"

Mikado was just about to reply when there was a growl behind them. "Oya?" Izaya childishly said, turning his red eyes around with Mikado to see who it was. It was not Heiwajima-san, like Mikado was expecting. It was someone he didn't even recognize. A man with light brown, messy shoulder length hair, angry black, bloodshot eyes, and a rage filled grimace on his face. He was wearing a disheveled red dress shirt that wasn't tucked, and had a tear in the middle, showing off his white undershirt. His brown dress pants were also torn. The man also, much to Mikado's horror, a gun in his hand.

"IZAYA!" The man yelled,"Y-You bastard! You thought you could get away with what you did?" His hands were shaking, but his stance remained firm. Mikado felt panic swell in his heart, this man looked unstable, and angry. Turning to look frantically at Izaya, he noticed the man had moved in front of him a little. His hand was outstretched just the slightest in a.. Protective way? "Gekido!" Izaya said, a cheerful facade on his face. "To what do I owe this visit?"

Gekido released an enraged growl, and snapped,"Don't act like that! You know what you fuckin did! You took everything from me!" Mikado felt like he shouldn't be surprised, Masomi told him some of the things Izaya had done, and part of Mikado believed that maybe whatever Izaya did warranted the man's violent reaction.

"I didn't take anything from you, Gekido," Izaya replied in a cynical voice. "You were the one who let your wife become suspicious of your actions, she came to me, I delivered the truth," He explained simply. Oh.. Mikado thought, feeling a little guilty for judging. He forgot sometimes that Izaya probably was also paid to hunt down bad guys as well. The young man didn't exactly have a side.

The clicking of a gun brought Mikado back to reality. "W-wait!" Mikado exclaimed, quickly moving forward. "P-please! There has to be a more peaceful way for us to figure this out, please!" The man had pulled the safety off the gun, and was ready to fire.

"No! That bastard took everything from me!" He yelled,"Move before I shoot you too kid!" Mikado felt his whole body shudder in fear, taking a few steps back. He should have known something like this would happen if he didn't pay attention to that weird feeling, what was he thinking?!

Izaya moved forward again and said,"Gekido! This is a personal issue you have with me, not with him, keep it that way, unless you want to find another reason to end up on the bad side of the Kyokai."

What Izaya meant by that, Mikado thought he may never learn, as Gekido suddenly yelled,"DIE!" The informant broker turned and pushed Mikado down into the garbage cans as the sound of gunfire went off. He heard two gunshots before there was a gargled scream, and silence.

Shuddering in fear, Mikado peeked his eye around the trash can, and saw Izaya still standing, holding his bloodied knife in one hand, his other arm wrapped tightly around his stomach. "Ugh.. That did not go well at all.." Izaya muttered, turning to face Mikado. His entire front of his shirt was soaked with blood, and a small trickle of it going down Izaya's forehead. Izaya had just saved him.

"Orihara-kun.. You saved me.." Mikado whispered in shock. Izaya's smirk returned to his face, as he said,"Ne, Mikado-kun, don't get used to it~ I just wanted to make sure my favorite plaything was going to be around for a while!" His eyebrows twitched as he let go of his knife, and hugged his other arm around his stomach, groaning.

"H-he shot you!" Mikado exclaimed,"Please! Let me call an ambulance!" It was the least he could do at this point.

Izaya laughed and replied,"Bad shot, I got him before he could do anything but graze me~ But I'm prepared for these type of things~ Shizu-chan is much worse!"

"I-It's still bleeding badly! Please Orihara-kun, go to a hospital, or to Kishitani-san's house!" He begged, not caring if he was helping someone whom many people hated, the man had just saved him. "Shinra's house is all the way on the other side of Ikebukuro~ Too long a walk Mikado-kun~ I might as well walk back to my house and then come back here!" He explained, as if trying to get out of going to the hospital.

"The hospital is just up the street! Please, Orihara-kun! That might need stitches!" He begged. "Please, don't make me force you!"

Izaya laughed,"Force me? Mikado-kun you are much to timid for that, I know you too well, remember?" He rolled his eyes and said,"I also know you are too stubborn to leave me alone, so I will let you humbly escort me to the hospital"

They walked, and honestly Mikado thought he may be overreacting. But the second they walked into the hospital room, Izaya fell forward and collapsed, blood pouring from a hidden wound on his stomach. The patients already in there and the nurses panicked slightly, before running to help the man.

Izaya was taken to a hospital room, Mikado followed quickly, quick enough to hear a conversation. "Oh dear.." He heard a doctor say,"We may not have enough blood to save him.. There was an accident nearby, and all the blood is going towards the patients for that.." Mikado found himself offering for them to check his blood type, and give it to the informant broker if they matched.

Luckily, they did.

And that was the start of everything..

– – – – – –

"Mikado!"

The hospital door later slammed open to reveal Masomi and Anri. Mikado, in his sleepy state, had texted them saying that he was in the hospital, but did not have enough energy to explain the situation before he fell asleep. When he would not respond to his phone calls, or mass amounts of texts, they decided to just go find him.

Mikado was in the room, but he was asleep on a plastic chair next to Izaya, his sleeve rolled up and a bandage on it. Izaya was awake, and looking at a magezine with the one hand that wasn't in a sling. The man also had some bandages peeking out from the hospital robe. Noticing the two angry teens in the doorway, he smiled and said,"Ah! Hello Kida-kun~ Sonahara-chan~ Wonderful to see you again!"

Masomi frowned and glared at Izaya. "Why is Mikado with you?!" He demanded angrily. Mikado was starting to stir, as Izaya replied,"We bumped into each other and then we were attacked, I was injured, and Mikado was graceful enough to save my life by donating me blood after I saved him~!"

"S-saved him?!"

"Of course I would save him! I can't lose my favorite plaything!"

"He should have let you die!" Masomi snapped, finally waking up Mikado. "He doesn't owe you anything!"

Mikado groaned and sat up, wincing at the slight cold stinging in his right arm, where they had drawn blood. "Kida-kun.. Calm down.. I'm repaying Orihara-kun.. He saved my life," Mikado said. Masomi opened his mouth to retort, before closing it and narrowing his eyes in suspicion. "Why?" He demanded angrily.

"Gekido had personal issues with me," Izaya said simply, pulling up his magazine again. "I refuse to allow him to hurt anyone else, Masomi-kun. I may be in the underground business, but I do have things that I do not agree with, and will get rid of if I must. Child trafficking is one of them"

Anri's hands had started to shake. "Ch-child t-trafficking?" She questioned in horror. Masomi had frowned once more before pulling out his phone and looking up the name. Sure enough, there were a bunch of articles on the situation.

"I got a call from his wife, she wanted my help figuring out what he was doing. I thought it was the standard, run of the mill 'cheating on her' case. However, he turned out to be running a huge child ring," Izaya explained,"Even offered to let me try out the 'merchandise' when I spoke to him. I was more than happy to put him into prison. The Yakuza and Awakusu were all behind me as well~ Not many people, even bad people, take kindly to such things"

"Wow, so even you can be nice, Orihara-san?" Kida sneered.

"Not nice, Kida-kun. Humane," Izaya said simply, before pulling up his magazine again and reading it.

The awkward silence spanned for several moments before Mikado asked,"Did.. The doctor come in?"

"Ah, yes," Izaya said,"He told me that my arm would heal fine, he said the bullet in my stomach just passed through the muscles surrounding the abdomen, and never entered the true abdominal cavity. It just looked more bloody and messy than it actually was"

"Oh, that's good!"

Silence..

Eventually Mikado and his friends left, Masomi giving as many scathing comments to Izaya as he could before he exited the room.

A nurse smiled and waved as she watched them go. Later, she would walk into Izaya's room to find the man asleep. She opened his file as another nurse walked in and read what it said. "Poor guy," She whispered to the other nurse,"Got shot by the guy I saw on the news last month, the gang leader"

"Yeah.." The second nurse replied, looking up and down the file. "Luckily for him he had company at the time.."

They remained silent for a momentarily, before the first nurse chided,"I can't help but wonder why they have different last names though.." The second nurse scoffed and grabbed her arm. "I don't believe that's either of our business, come now, let's get back to work," She said, dragging the girl out of the room.

Once they were gone, the 'sleeping' Izaya opened one red eye, waiting for a moment before turning to look out the window. "Last names?" He asked aloud,"What did they mean by that?" Looking at the bedside table, where his phone was, Izaya heard it chirp from a message.

Weakly reaching out, Izaya opened his phone and stared at the message. Worry started to fill his gut as he closed the phone and brought it to his chest. "They already know.." He whispered softly, gritting his teeth in slight fear.

"Oh.. What am I going to do?"

– – – – –

Meanwhile, Mikado was sitting in a corner in his house, arms around his knees. The weird feeling had come back. Why did it come back whenever he thought of Izaya? He didn't understand it.

Why did he feel like there was something important he was missing?