Spoilers: if you haven't seen episode 22? not really.
Word Count: 450ish.
Author's Note: Hey people! First fic / dabble for the actual Durarara! fandom, and not just OC shit. XD Enjoy. Or not. It's kinda a fail fic, but oh well.
{{ only an oh-so vivid dream.
The black haired boy had laid in his bed for a while now. He couldn't remember the time he started to just lay in his futon. He didn't even know what time it was now.
It felt like an eternity though.
That 'forever' was full of sadness, regret, remorse, agony, and a strong, deep feeling of uselessness. 'I could have done something' was the only thought that lingered in this mind. That thought reminded Mikado of his friends, the ones he tried to and wanted to protect so badly.
His phone just keep vibrating and going off. It was Masaomi.
The young boy just stared at his red phone in silence, simply letting it go off in his hand. Mikado felt shivers, curling up even more into his covers. Burying his face into the soft comforter, the phone vibrated again and again.
He didn't want to face his friend; he was afraid to.
Regretting and wishing that the old, fun times that were just days and hours ago would come back, was what he did. His friends were being strange, and his Dollars members being targeted by the Yellow Scarves; a damned war had spouted in, a seemingly foolish, useless one, also. Mikado wanted to cry and be the baby he was a long time ago, and have his old friend come and save him, but he had already chosen to grow up and protect his loved ones.
Mikado can't get up though, something was holding him back. Plainly, it was probably fear.
The teenager covered his head with the covers, and the phone finally stopped ringing. His friend had stopped trying. There and then, he wanted to call back and cry and confess every single thing to his best friend. Everything he hadn't said, and everything he wants to say.
But he didn't.
The closeness of the two of them seemed to have drifted in the last days, and he couldn't muster the energy and ability to. He had already thrown away his strength of Dollars, too. It was obvious Mikado felt as though he is weak, and that his strength wasn't even strong enough to be called one. If he uses it, it'll just end up hurting himself and everyone around him.
The perfect days were now a vivid, vivid dream, and now he is in the middle of a nightmare he cannot awaken from.