Author: Hello all! :D Okay. so i adore drrr, so i decided to write a fanfic. The story is absolutely nothing like the anime/ manga, the only exception is the characters personalities. Now, i love Mikaido, Shizou, and Izaya, and there will be moments of Mika/ Shizzy and Izaya/ Mika. But I can never decide which pairing I love more, so it might add some flavor to the fic. :D
This fic is a blend of Drrr and the korean drama, Boys over Flowers
Summary: Mikado is a lower class citizen who's been accepted to the most prestigious high school in all of Japan, but will his social status prove to be his undoing? How long could he survive in this brutal school before the students are the death of him.
Everyone is human, and Izaya and Shizuo are in high school. No durran or head-hunting. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: i don't own Dararara or B.o.F.
Chapter 1. Introductions
Ikebukuro. A place of excitement and adventure. It is a city plagued by gangs and fights, but each day is always different from the next. It is also home to one of the most prestigious high schools in all of Japan, Raira. Only the children of the elite and come from families of wealth are eligible to even take the test. Those that are accepted are set for life. Once you have the school's name on your record, there's no need to search for a job, jobs find you. Companies strain themselves and dive through hoops just to catch an interview with you.
The frail black haired boy stared up at the school, hand curling around the sleeve of his new light blue uniform. The 'R' crest stood proudly over his right breast, and the collar of his crisp white shirt brushed against his neck. Fiddling with the silk black tie, he loosened it slightly in hopes of making it easier to breath. No such luck.
'How on earth did I end up here?' A puff of a sigh came from his mouth and lingered in the winter air for a moment. Mikaido was neither rich nor from an influential family, yet somehow he had made it to the infamous cherry wood doors that stood fifteen feet high. The building was completely brick, detailed with the finest architecture. The metal framework on the doorway curved gracefully in intricate details without overpowering the beauty of the dark wood stain on the door. Though the bricks were aged, they gave the building and appearance of prestige and achievement. The marble steps curved at the edges, showing the school was built in finest detail, and not a brick was deemed unimportant. With a gulp, Mikaido stepped forward. His hand trailed along the iron rod railing, fingers following the patterns on the sides. Curling his hand around the ice cold handle, he gave a hard tug to the door, and surprisingly, it opened with effortless ease.
A gasp caught in his throat as his jaw dropped to the floor. The enormous foyer glistened around him. Everything seemed to shine. The floors gleamed blow him, reflecting off of the light that trickled in through the warm ceiling. A dome ceiling met his eyes, lined in gold and statues. An iron rod chandelier the size of a bus loomed above him, giving the appraise it was defying the laws of physics. Famous paintings from the master painters hung nonchalantly on the wall, as though they were simply ordinary paintings.
Shaking himself from his reserve, he scanned the walls for the front office. Zoning in the the gold letters, he walked towards another set of doors, but these were only about seven feet in hight. Upon opening the door, he took a moment to gape at the office. Just like the foyer, everything glittered, but this time instead of natural light, beautiful sconces warmed the room with unparalleled elegance.
"May I help you?" a stern, authoritative voice asked. Quickly turning to the sound, Mikaido scurried through the door and walked to the desk. Fumbling with his hands, he reached around his back for his transcript and letter of acceptance.
"I-I'm a new student. My name is Ryugamine Mikado." He gave her a deep bow, his cheeks flush with embarrassment. Handing her the papers, he waited awkwardly as her cole black eyes scanned over them. The skin on her face was aged and creased, her hair pulled back into a tight bun. Her lips were thin and tight as she read, eye brows poised and cocked in a condescending manner.
"One moment." He resisted to urge to flinch as she turned on her heal and moved towards another door. "Mr. Yoshio," Dipping her head in she spoke quietly, he heard the distant tone of a deep vibrato answering her tight tone. There was a warm laugh, followed by the door swinging open. A man with a grey beard and mustache briskly walked towards Mikado. His lips were thin and seemingly frail, but when he spoke, his booming voice drew the attention of anyone n the area.
"Ryugamine!" he laughed, his hand jetting out to grab Mikado's, "It's wonderful to have you here. How's your grandfather?" Instantly at the sound of his name, a fierce blush raided his face, and his body tensed. Quickly he bowed towards the man and shook his hand, which grasped his firmly with assertion.
"Good, thank you sir. He's with my grandmother on a trip. They won't be back for a while." Pulling his hand away, he tucked it safely against his side and fiddled with the hem of his new uniform. Not meeting the headmasters eyes, he stared acutely at the pattern of the marble tiles on the floor. Another booming laugh filled the room, causing Mikado to jolt, fearful eyes darting to the man's face. An arm wrapped around his shoulder and pulled him to the side of the headmaster.
"Well my boy, that does seem like your grandfather. Hasn't changed a bit since the old days." The man let out a nostalgic chuckle, his head shaking lightly back and forth. "Mrs. Takata, please make this young man feel welcome here and set him up with a guide for the day." Turning to Mikado, he threw him a fond smile. "I'm sorry, but I have some business to attend to so i'll leave you to Mrs. Takata. I hope you'll find Raira meets your expectations." The headmaster bowed towards Mikado and hurried back to his office. Mikado scrambled into a bow of his own mumbling.
"Please take care of me." With a silent sigh, he stood himself up and faced the tight bunned secretary who was busily typing away. Minuets ticked by and he still stood there awkwardly, to afraid to ask her what he was suppose to do. A few more minuets trickled by, and the door behind him squeaked slightly as it opened. Mrs. Takata's cold eyes darted to the door along with Mikado's.
"Mr. Kida, you are to show this new student around for the day. You are both in the same grade and class, and by recommendation of your teacher, you will show him around." Mikado eyes met Kida's, and was greeted by a warm yellow gaze and a bright smile. A hand jetted out towards him.
"Hey! My name is Kida Masaomi. An enthusiastic hand shot out in front of him accompanied by a goofy smirk. Mikado stared at it for a moment, not remembering what to do, then suddenly jerked to attention. Shaking his hand with clumsy fingers, he gave a deep bow to the blond boy.
"I-i'm Ryugamine Mikado, p-please take care of me Kida-san."
Kida tossed his arm over Mikado's shoulder and began chatting as though they were best of friends. Noticably, Mikado tensed and gave Kida a nervous glance.
"Oh call me Masaomi,"he waved off nonchalantly, face wrinkled at the idea. There was a long pause as Masaomi guided Mikado down the elegant hallways." So Mika-kun, how is it you got transfered here so late in the year? You must be something special. It's not everyday we get CMs in here. You're the talk of the whole school." Mikado stared at him wide eyed, his mouth agape.
'I haven't even been here for half an hour! How is it the whole school already knows?'
"Could it be your a genius?" Kida enthusiastically whispered, "Or has your father made a deal with the mafia to let you stay here because your public school is to much to handle? Perhaps your mother's mother passed away and you came into sudden inheritance?" Mikado stiffened at the suggestions. Pushing the hand from his shoulder as if it were acid, his eyes darkened.
"No," his tone was lifeless and muffled, "it's nothing like that." Masaomi turned and looked at the boy. His eyes were plastered to the floor, hand tightly gripping his arm. Not knowing quite why, Masaomi almost felt sorry for the kid. Shattering the mood, he let out a forced laugh, his arm looping with Mikado's.
"Well, no matter the reason, lets go!" Without waiting for an answer, Kida dragged the now flustered student across the school.
'Could this place be any bigger?' Mikado gaped as his eyes studied the finite details of the alabaster ceilings and crystal chandlers that hung from them. The warm golden glow that flickered off of the deep mahogany floors dotted with intricate rugs and fine tables. Portraits the size of cars framed the walls with gold boarders that glistened through the twenty food gothic style windows that peaked at the top. Expensive teal drapes hung by each window, pulled together by fine silver rope. Statues and cases of medals and achievements flaunted themselves between just about every window. Everything seemed to glitter and gleam as the light hit it, making this almost a surreal world. Mikado had never felt so out of place in his life.
There were two kinds of out of place. There is the kind where your friend takes you to someone else's party, where you know little to no one, and you awkwardly stand in the corner and attempt make short, simple conversation with the closest person for a few minuets before they leave out of boredom. Then there is the out of place where you feel as though you've entered a completely different world and dimension and there is absolutely no way you could conceivably fit in. The stares and whispers that follow you wherever you go and the constant feeling of, or lack of, self worth. Mikado felt just that. A baby rabbit smack in the middle of the grand canyon.
Masaomi glanced at Mikado who was helplessly dumbfounded, his mouth hanging slightly aghast, and body shrinking in on itself.
"I know it's daunting at first, Mika-chan, but you'll get use to it!" With a comforting pat on the arm, Masaomi dragged him onward down the ornate, never ending corridors.
"Yes, Miss Hanada?" A chair squeaked slightly as a girl stood to face him.
"Mr. Yamachi, sir, is it really true? Will there be a new student and is he really a commoner?" The teacher gave an agitated sigh as abrupt whispering broke out across the class room.
"Yes, and your mind is far more common then his Miss Hanada. Would you please refrain from disrupting my class with such tactless questions, and sit down? Silently this time," Mr. Yamachi scolded as the girl flushed and clumsily sat back in her seat. "We will be receiving a new classmate shortly, and I expect all of you to treat him with-"
Just on cue, there was a knock at the door.
"Ah! There he is now." He brusquely walked to the door, whispers breaking out across the room once again.
"Do you think he's cute?" A girl giggled.
"He can't be cute idiot, CM's are never cute."
"Yeah, were above their kind in status, looks, and knowledge."
"I heard his father made a deal with the mafia to let him get in here."
"I heard he's the illegitimate son of the founder and his mother was a mistress who threatened to go to the media with the scandal, so to silence her he was admitted to the school with a full ride."
"Shh! there he is!" An abrupt silence fell over the class as they all turned to stare at the door.
"Just knock." Mikado shook his head furiously, attempting to turn around and run. Masaomi grabbed his arm and tugged him back. "You're such a baby. It's not like it's the door to hell."
'So you think,' he grumbled in his head. Mikado couldn't help but cringe as Masaomi rapped against the thick wooden door confidently.
"See," he frowned, "not that bad." The door opened a few moments later revealing a middle aged man smartly dressed in an elegant suit and fresh tie. There were small age lines around his mouth, but a small smile hinted at his lips. Behind him, a whirlwind of gossip laced whispers assaulted Mikado's ears. Yep. News did travel fast.
Quickly shaking hands with the teacher, Mikado stepped inside the room and stood in front. Kida made his way to his seat and the teacher to his desk.
"H-Hello," he stuttered nervously, "my name is Ryugamine Mikado, please take care of me." He bowed quickly and stood. As if on cue, the whispers followed. Why did it always happen this way?
'Of all the names and people in the world, why me,' he sulked.
"Take a seat behind Kida at that empty desk, and here are your books for the term." Taking the stack of books, Mikado all but ran to his chair. Thank god Masaomi sat in the back of the room. He tried to ignore the stares and whispers as he made his way to his seat, but a foot shot out in front of him and he stumbled into a desk.
"Watch it CM," a rather large boy growled. Flushing, Mikado darted to his seat with a rushed apology. Masaomi roughly kicked the back of the kids chair, throwing him a warning glare and the boy backed off. Flashing back a wink, Masaomi gave Mikado a small thumbs up. Mikado gave him a sincere smile of gratitude before the class turned to the front as the teacher called their attention.
'CM? Rich people. tch.'
The bell sounded, calling an end to the class and the start of lunch. A universal sigh of relief fell over the class. Mikado pulled his bag onto his shoulder, grunting slightly at the weight difference.
"So what do you think so far?" Masaomi asked with a grin. Mikado gave him a nervous smile back.
"I could follow the curriculum reasonably easily." Masaomi couldn't help but frown at the answer. Not pressing it, Masaomi threw his arm around the back of Mikado's head again.
"How about lunch, hm?" Masaomi snatched his arm and dragged him, "good!" Reluctantly, Mikado followed without protest.
When they arrived at the dinning hall, after winding through a maze of hallways, students filled the massive room. Gourmet chefs and their stations lined the walls, each with a different title over them. There was american food, traditional japanese food, french, german, italian, mexican. Each category had a team of highly trained chefs from around the world to prepare the meal fresh and using the finest ingredients.
'This can't be a school! There is absolutely no possible way!' The lunch bag in Mikado's backpack looked like table scraps in an alleyway compared to all this. Kida glanced over and noticed Mikado's withdrawn stare, so he nudged him with a smile.
"Go grab a table, i'll be over in a sec." Snapping out of his trance, Mikado gave his friend a soft nod and turned to find a table.
There was a sudden surge of people that rushed by him, mainly girls, gathering around a group of tables. Shrugging, he moved to one of the farthest tables in the corner. The area around it was completely vacant and secluded. Once he was settled, he couldn't help but glance back over at the huge crowd of people.
Most of them crammed themselves at their tables, leaving one in the middle absolutely empty. Mikado tilted his head with confusion. The girls were pretending to make conversation, every minuet or so, glancing up at the doors. Slowly, he pulled out his bagged lunch, separating each individual box. Rice, nori, soup. Mikado couldn't help but be disappointed with this once seemingly delicious meal.
"Don't look so dejected," a voice comforted. Glancing up, he saw his new friend smiling down at him, a tray full of delicacies. "Here," Masaomi handed him a bowl of some orange-y kind of soup.
"What is it?" Mikado frowned, glancing questionably back and forth between the bowl and Masaomi.
"Lobster bisque." Mikado grimaced slightly, but put it in front of him, as not to be rude. Masaomi gave him a grin and plopped down across from him. Tentatively, he took up his spoon and poked at the surface of the soup.
Suddenly, the whispers grew louder and muffled squeals reached his ears. Turning his head to see what the commotion was about, Mikado's eyes caught the sight of a two tall boys entering the dining hall. Neither of the two were dressed in the traditional garb the dress code strictly required, and the students parted like the red seas for them. One was dressed in all black from head to toe; a black t-shirt, black jeans, and a black parka with fir on the rim of the hood and sleeves. He had his chin held high, and an air about him that let you know he knew how great he was.
'What an ego,' Mikado drolled, turning his attention to the other of the duo. The other boy was dressed in what looked like a bartenders outfit, and blond hair hung loosely from his head. He wore a pair of purple tinted sunglasses on the rim of his nose, and his hand rested casually in his pocket. His face was blank, almost bored, ignoring the attention being drawn to him. The one in all black walked about the dining hall winking and blowing out over flourished kisses, while the other simply trailed silently behind him without a care in the world.
"Who're they?" Mikado stared at the group in front of him, unable to peel his eyes from the duo. Something flashed in Masaomi's eyes before he answered. Without glancing behind him, he spoke simply.
"They're known, unofficially, as Dollars. The one with the blonde hair is Heiwajima Shizuo. His father is connected to the Japanese mafia, and despite his calm, composed stature, he has one hell of a temper. He's thrown vending machines and street signs at numerous people who pissed him off."
"What about-," Mikado began.
"The one dressed in all black, is Orihara Izaya, son of the Orihara group. His family founded the school and is the most influential family in all of Japan, and one of the the most influential in the world. They own or have stock in almost every major company in the world." Mikado gaped in Izaya's direction. Masaomi couldn't help but frown. "Stay away from that lot, Mikado. Their known for issuing cards with their group logo printed on it. If you receive this card, the whole school is at liberty to make your life miserable.
They will beat, stone, violate, tomato, beebee, and taunt the holder of the card. They walk around the school all high and mighty, picking on anyone who goes against them. Get on the bad side of either of them, and no matter how far you run, your family name will be ruined, and your life will be over. You won't be able to find a job. You'll be blacklisted and forced to live on the streets until you die of starvation, gang violence, or disease, or they just decide to kill you." Gulping nervously, Mikado nodded, frightened by the dark edge to Masaomi's tone. He snuck one last glance at the duo, and his heart rate skyrocketed.
Orihara Izaya was staring directly at him with an unnerving smirk. To top it off, he was walking straight for the table.
"Hey there Kida-kun!" Izaya smiled, waving warmly to the boy. Masaomi stiffened instantly, refusing to turn. Izaya's hand came down, giving a thump on Masaomi's back. "Long time no see." Mikado stared intently down at his suddenly fascinating soup. "Who's your friend here? Could it be the new student?"
"Hello Orihara," Masaomi bit out, avoiding the question. Izaya lifted a thin eye brow, bending over to get closer to Masaomi.
"No need to be nasty, Kida-kun," Izaya pouted, his lip jutting out over-dramatically. Spinning on his heel, he faced the ever shrinking Mikado. Mikado flinched at the hand that appeared in front of him. "Orihara Izaya." Mikado glanced at the hand before his eyes trailed up to the overly sweet smile plastered on Izaya's face. He looked over at Masaomi, who's jaw was clenched, and eyes cold and hard.
"Pleasure to meet you, Orihara-sempai," Mikado all but whispered, pulling his hand closer to his chest, refusing to make eye contact. Izaya cocked his eye brow at the display. Something about the boy irked him. Biting back a growl, he plastered another smile on his face, bending closer to the boy. His hand found the boys chin, pulling his face to meet his. Bright blue eyes locked with his maroon ones.
"I don't recall getting your name." Mikado's eyes flashed fiercely. Masaomi's fists clenched, and Mikado's eyes darted to him.
"Your memory is correct, Orihara-sempai, you didn't get my name" Mikado said haughtily. Behind Izaya, Shizuo let a small smirk slip past his lips. Izaya's grin faded immediately into a dangerous glare. His grip tightened around Mikado's jaw.
"What did you just say?" Izaya threatened. Mikado held his glare.
"Your memory may be good, but you should see someone about your hearing." Mikado jerked his face out of Izaya's grip, turning away to take a slow sip of his soup. A muffled snicker from Masaomi met Mikado's ears, as well as an unnoticed chuckle from Shizuo. Izaya pursed his lips and slowly pulled himself erect.
"You want to play that way," his hand slid into his pocket, gripping something, and he started to pull it out. Mikado noticed the handle of something, but Shizuo quickly grabbed his arm.
"Leave it." With a snarl, Izaya dropped whatever it was and spun on his heel, storming out of the lunch room. Once he was gone, Mikado glanced up at Kida, who had been unnervingly quiet for quite some time. Masaomi merely sat there with his mouth hanging open like a gaping fish. Mikado pretended not to notice the dinning hall returned to its normal sound, and people staring his way.
'Way to be incognito on the first day, Mikado. Way to go.' He scolded himself.
"What happened to that shy, quiet kid I met at the beginning of the day? Do you have any idea what you just did?" Mikado's smile moved to horror.
"Wha-"
"That was AWESOME!" Masaomi flung himself across the table, smothering a shell-shocked Mikado. "Yep. We're gonna be friends for life, Mika-kun. You and I." Mikado gave a nervous smile.
"He seemed like to much of a jerk to you to treat him like some kind of god."
'Not to mention his ego was smothering me.'
"Now that we're best friends, how about I show you what I really love to do. Hm?" Masaomi flashed him a genuine smile.
"Sure," Mikado agreed. Shooting up out of his seat, Masaomi grabbed Mikado's hand and started for the door.
"Lets go pick up chicks!" Masaomi shouted enthusiastically.
"WHAT?"
'So Ryugamine Mikado, if it's a war you want, i'd hate to disappoint.' Izaya glared at the photo on his computer screen, a grin cracking across his face, followed by a hysterical laughing fit that could curdle dairy.
When Mikado walked to school the next day, an uneasy feeling filled the air. Glancing around, he noticed eyes quickly flickering from his gaze as he met theirs. Pushing it aside, Mikado walked towards his locker. Half way through his combination, he turned to find a herd of people intently watching him.
'What the heck is wrong with these people?' Attempting to ignore the obvious gazes, his locker clicked open and he glanced up. His stomach sank. There, hanging on the tip top of his locker, a small square piece of paper hung with the word, DOLLARS, written on it framed by a circle.
Authors Note: Welp, there you have it folks! Chapter one complete!
Please review! :D I love them soo very much, and it lets me know if you want me to keep going with this story! UNTIL CHAPTER 2!