How To Walk Again

By: AtomicKokoro

Storyline

Masaomi is severely injured when he gets caught between one of Izaya and Shizou's legendary fights. It's up to Shinra, Celty, and Saki to teach the boy to walk again.

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Before You Read

I got bored. I think it's cute idea. It was originally supposed to be Shinra and Celty, because I thought it would be, well, cute, but I thought adding Saki in there kinda randomly would be a good idea. After all, she is his girlfriend. I'm also a sucker (which I happen to be eating right now) for the Masaomi/Saki pairing. I think they are so cute together!

Also, there are no Kida/Shinra fics. Not as a pairing, but just a random fanfiction. I mean, wouldn't that be cool? If Masaomi and Shinra met? I mean, those two are so cool! They wouldn't stay around each other for very long, but it would be cool.

Where the hell is Mikado, you are asking? Hello if I know! Maybe he'll make random cameo appearances with Anri throughout. I have no idea what's happening. I would put, 'lol', but my damn OpenOffice would just capitalize the L...Ha! I'll just put that instead.

On with the story!

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Chapter 1

How To Get Hurt

"Iz-ah-ya-kun..." The name was stretched out in a dangerous, silky tone like a rubber band.

A raven-haired male turned at his name and beamed. "Oh, Shizuo-chan!" he laughed. "Why, fancy meeting you here!"

And that was when Masaomi's ice ran dead cold. He stopped in his tracks and glanced back at the girl he was walking with; a girl with nice, chestnut hair, brown or black depending on the light, and the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen (he could go on, but for the reader's sake, let's not). She was glancing at the two rivals square off in the Ikebukuro street, holding one bag in her hands. Many people were running from the scene. They knew what was going to happen.

So did Masaomi. "C'mon, Saki. We better get outta here. It's gonna be a war zone!"

But Saki didn't move. "What about Izaya-kun? What if he gets hurt?"

Masaomi could slam his head against a wall right then and there. She was still crazy about him, and it often bothered him. They had already agreed to "disappear" the following week, to escape the merciless, viscous circle Ikebukuro kindly offered. Why couldn't she let the damn man go already? "He'll be fine. We won't! Now, let's go!"

Still, Saki refused to move. Masaomi sighed and was quick to give up. He folded his arms and stood beside her, waiting for it to end so they could get back home with the clothes and toiletries in the bags in their hands and stuff them in their hidden suitcases.

"I'm going to kill you." No hesitation. No silky tone. Pure ice.

"Sounds like fun!" Despite the warmth in his tone, it was colder than the first.

Masaomi and Saki stood side-by-side, one silently cheering for the man in the black coat, the other praying for a quick fight.

Shizuo grabbed the nearest trashcan and, with all his strength, tossed it at the black-coated man, who ducked to avoid it. Saki smiled. Masaomi rolled his eyes. Izaya whipped out his knife and clicked it open, jumping over a swiping stop sign only a hair's brush away. He came down in a fatal stab.

Shizuo grabbed Izaya's wrist and flung him down the street. Izaya landed sickeningly gracefully (according to Masaomi) with a gentle, pat-pat. Shizuo fixed his posture and adjusted his sunglasses. Izaya rolled his neck.

Then, the action started again. The informant was the first to move, reaching into his coat pockets and whipping several knives at Shizuo. Shizuo reacted with his stop sign and smacked most of them away with one swipe. One whipped passed, scratching his cheek lightly, but it was enough to piss him off. "Iz-ah-ya-kun!" he hollered, holding the sign like a javelin, and throwing it at the informant.

Izaya ran forward, the sign missing him completely, and swiped his blade across. The knife cut threw Shizuo's shirt, opening an old wound in his chest, only a few centimeters below. Shizuo snatched Izaya by the neck and threw him down the street again.

Masaomi sighed. This was going to be a while. Saki, on the other hand, was rather awestruck. She always loved Izaya-kun fight. He was so amazing sometimes, and a lot more graceful than Masaomi could ever be, the clumsy idiot. The clumsy, loveable idiot.

Izaya laughed and got to his feet. "Man, Shizuo-chan. You really can't keep your temper, can you?"

Shizuo, in response, yelled Izaya's name (once again; the third time since the fight began) and picked up a vending machine. Saki flinched. "Izaya-kun!" she yelled. "Watch out!"

Masaomi's palm was against his face only a few milliseconds after she said that. He couldn't believe how much she was addicted to this idiot. Who the heck could love the informant as much as her? But, when he really thought about, she was the only one who ever loved him (as a boyfriend), so, how could Masaomi say such a thing? Saki loved the weirdest people, he could swear.

Izaya laughed again.

Shizuo tossed the vending machine at Izaya, who simply crouched down and the vending machine went sailing over his head...at the two teens behind him.

Masaomi yelled out a curse and Saki screamed. She shut her eyes and covered her ears. Suddenly, she was thrown to the ground. Her knee was racked and her elbow was scraped. Her head even slammed against the cement painfully, causing temporary confused and daze.

There was a few moments before she finally found the strength to open her eyes. Saki glanced around. Izaya and Shizuo were at it again, exchanging blows, trashcans, and throwing knives. She leaned up and rubbed her aching head. There was blood, hence the daze, but she figured she would be okay. "Dammit, I hope Izaya kicks Shizuo's ass for throwing that vending machine at us," she growled to Masaomi.

There was no reply.

She turned and gasped. Masaomi was unconscious, slumped against the wall between it and the vending machine. Blood was seeping down his cheeks from his forehead. He didn't appear anymore injured than that, but- "Masaomi-kun! Wake up!"

Saki was hovering over him, trying to pull him out from between the vending machine and the wall, but he was pinned from the waist down under the vending machine. The only hope she had was if she could lift it. She doubted it, but she had to try! She got to her feet and placed two hands on the vending machine, trying to push it off her boyfriend with a grunt of trying. She tried for a few moments, before stopping and panting. She hadn't even lifted it an inch. It was futile. Only Shizuo could pick up the vending machine, but he was too busy with Izaya.

"Kida! Please, hang in there!" she cried, still attempting to lift the vending machine off of him.

Izaya ducked under the sign Shizuo swung and stepped to the side. They both stepped forward and slammed each others' foreheads together, staring into their eyes with either hate or amusement.

"Shizuo-chan."

"Izaya-kun."

"Masaomi-kun!"

Both men turned at the voice. Saki had given up trying to move the vending machine and was holding onto Masaomi, desperately, trying to tug him out from underneath it. That wasn't working either. She choked back a sob and simply held him, waiting for help to come.

People getting hurt in their brawls wasn't uncommon, but when it was someone you knew, it almost always seemed different. Shizuo turned back to Izaya and glared at him before rushing over to Saki and Masaomi. "Is he okay?"

Izaya simply stayed back and shoved his hands in his pocket. "Oh, well. It was fun while it lasted." Then, without a second to spare, he skipped off down the street like he didn't know them. Saki's blood begin to boil and she would've gone after him, if Masaomi wasn't so badly injured. She ignored it for now and helped Shizuo with getting Masaomi free from under the vending machine.

Once people began to realize the fight was over, they returned to the streets and almost instantly began to gather around Shizuo, Saki, and Masaomi. Some offered a hand to help, but Shizuo growled at them away.

"Masaomi!" The only two people Shizuo couldn't scare away when Masaomi was in danger, no matter how much the danger: Mikado Ryūgamine and Anri Sonohara. "What happened?" Mikado gasped. "Is he okay? Oh, my God..."

Saki had wiped away most of her tears by that time, shooting pissed off glances at the "bartender" so now and again when she could. "It was his fault," she snapped. "He threw the vending machine at Izaya and it was going to hit us instead."

Shizuo said nothing in return.

The ambulance came not too long later, and Masaomi was taken to the hospital. Second time that year. Second time that month.

He really knew how to get himself screwed.

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After Notes

Yay! It will be a chapter story! Maybe a triple-shot...? Maybe more than! You'll never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever know.

Amazing what you can do with the copy and paste button!

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