And so I have decided to release yet another Shizaya fic while I still have the time to do so! Welcome to Mayonaka Meetings or Meetings on Midnight and this could be a Romance/General with spices of Drama and other elements. This might be a little light-hearted yet filled with smut things— yet I cannot really delve on real moments in accordance to the FFN house rule. This is seriously OOC… since I might somehow exaggerate their normal behaviors. There will also be inclusion of light novel characters so watch out for them.
I am also playing and fusing names so that I can come up with the names of the models. But don't worry, it won't be that hard since it's either mash-ups of their name or fuse of available and known handles. Some places are made-up…
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara because I am not Ryohgo Narita. I have used some other references that do not belong to other FFN authors.
Warnings: Crossdressing, ecchi, smut and other things. Sensual themes and strong languages are also observed. Strangely OOC. Jumping POVs.
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Mayonaka Meetings
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Summary: He is nothing but a super-fan of a certain teenage model and one night leads them to finally meet with conditions. Now, he holds the biggest secret she has ever had… and the biggest upset in his whole life. "My fantasy is the same person I hate the most… only with an image of a woman."
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Mayonaka Meetings
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…A senior high school student's POV…
In this world, everyone has their desires. Desire to have, desire for money, desire to become of… in all aspects, humans have this strong thing called desire. Every person has different sets of desires… which can be attained by passion, emotions and hard work. But in my case, I only have one desire…
'Kanra is my desire, my perfection.'
Like what is written in this heavenly magazine called Dollars, Kanra Nakura is the only thing I desire. It's not like because I have everything else… or maybe I do. I can't tell… but right now, she is the only one that matters.
I might sound desperate… but no, it doesn't show on my face. It's not odd to desire for Kanra-sama after all… most of the boys in the class do. And to think that she belongs to the same age…
"AH~ Kanra-sama has always been so lovely! Seeing her at every page gives me a hard!" "She's so sexy. Makes me want to fuck her!"
Well, err… I don't simply sexually desire for her… I mean, it is part of being a man but— there's a feeling that makes me want to know her more than anyone else does. I don't know of her parents but I wanted to… marry her.
But it's too stupid if I marry a magazine or a poster. I wanted to meet her in person… even if I have to die the following day.
"Hm~ seems like everyone is still under the Kanra Nakura craze these days." My neighbor chuckles at the commotion and then he just continues browsing the textbook for the next class, "But I have to give it to Dollars. They do have lots of cute young women models."
"It is a magazine for male teens anyway." I just simply murmur as I stare at the centerfold where Kanra has her long wavy black hair in curls and she is wearing a red ball gown. My neighbor hums in agreement and then he chuckles in ridicule, "But if you really look at her, Kanra Nakura isn't that beautiful. She's just oozing with charisma."
"…You're one to talk about beauty when your goddess is a headless girl." I hiss at the stupid guy as I turn the page and see the model he likes the most. Seru Setton is another teenage model who is purposely taking shots with her head or face covered by anything. Maybe she does not want people to see her face… maybe because she's plain butt ugly.
"Huwhaaa! Seru-sama is also featured in that issue?! I got'ta get a copy later!" He then chuckles in a perverted way, "I will also buy the one that she is in the cover page! Oh, Seru-sama~"
And that reminds me, Kanra Nakura lives somewhere around Shinjuku. It's actually a short trip from Ikebukuro… won't I get arrested if I pay her a visit? I mean, she might sue me for stalking. I'm not even sure if I can find her house or something. It must be in a high-rise condominium like what Shinra and my brother own…
And my morning passes along, with me daydreaming of my most desired person.
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Mayonaka Meetings
Rei Haruno —Sakura no Imooto
Chapter 1: Pre-Destined Calling
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…A teenage model's POV…
Desires… my career simply run along with it. But what is exactly a desire? Can you consider simply wanting something your desire? Is simply thinking of obtaining something makes it your desire? The answers are NO.
A desire is more than wanting something. A desire is something your body needs and craves for the most… and it will not stop until it gets obtained and satisfied. Desires come in different ways and in different forms as well.
My career runs on bodily desires… simply pleasing their eyes would have been enough. And in exchange, the management will also have to satisfy my desire. Money. Every university student needs that.
However, my worlds are definitely separated. And so my realm as a teenage model is in play right now.
"Kanra-san, the next theme will be bathroom shots. You should choose which garment to wear." The shoot assistant director speaks with me and so I have to nod and walk off to the next studio.
"Yo, Kanra." The photographer and— unlikely, one of my university schoolmates— "Mind walking with me to the next set?" "Not really, all this photo shoots are getting really tiring already. We have been working straight for three weeks. Exams are also coming up…"
"I'm pretty sure you can handle it just fine. The only one who needs to study here is me." He chuckles and then I sigh as I place my hand at his shoulder, "Stop it, Dota-chin. We both need it."
"Ah yeah, paparazzi are chasing you more and more these days. You should take care more." He turns to me and gives me worried eyes, "It's getting me all worried." "Ah, yes. I shouldn't make Dota-chin worry. I guess I better take cabs on my way home starting from now."
We arrive at the studio and I have to excuse myself to get changed. The other people have also arrived and we begin shooting yet once again.
I desire to be rich… and rich alone. I do not care if I become famous or not— men do not even matter at all. I prefer robots over them… they are less sensible to talk with and they will never betray you. But if ever a man like such exists…
I strongly desire for him.
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Mayonaka Meetings
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"See you, tomorrow, Kanra. Be careful on your way home." "Yep, you, too, Dota-chin."
I slam my back strongly at the upholstered seat and then I rotate my shoulders, "Tengoku Avenue please." The cab rolls off and I wave back at Dota-chin as long as he stays visible from inside the cab. I then shrink down and takes a deep breath…
But isn't a taxicab ride from East Nakano to Shinjuku expensive? I hope my money can hold until the end of the month. Maybe I should really… accept that stupid job to get a car from Akabayashi-san. I think he wouldn't mind since he is very insistent about it. But I still… no, I don't want to sell my dignity just for a simple fucking car.
The ride has been going on for almost an hour now… and I still can't see anything from Shinjuku at all. I then ask the driver, "Driver-san, where is this?" "Somewhere in Ikebukuro…" I am supposed to ask another thing but he somewhat steps on the brakes roughly— throwing me to the passenger seat.
"You should be extra careful, Nakura-san. You wouldn't know who wants to have you." "Have me?" Suspicious men then come around from the dark alley and the driver gets out as they open the doors. I try to get out and run away but one has completely grabbed my wrist, "Let me go!"
"The client didn't say he wants her fresh, right?" "Are you suggesting that we make her a bit wet, huh?" "Hey, hold it. The pay for us is bigger if we deliver her safely." "Come on, he wouldn't know… beside we can say her clothes got ripped in struggling."
You got'ta be kidding me. I should have took the train instead!
"Let me go!" I then start to scream, "HELP! SOMEBODY—!" One grabs my mouth and the other two try to hold me down, "Let's sedate her first, idiots." One arrives with a chloroform hanky and he smirks, "Oh, good night, Nakura-san~"
Argh, boys… you're messing with the wrong person.
As he gets near enough, I get to kick his arm holding the chloroform and another kick goes to someone holding me. I somehow get lose and then I send a reverse head-butt to the one holding my mouth. I then send a roundhouse kick to the other conscious one. But the driver suddenly grabs me but I manage to get away, tearing my pink shirt almost off of me… leaving me in my brassieres.
"Just look at that." The boys then get more aggressive— making me run off as they chase me. I kick away my shoes and run barefoot across the streets of Ikebukuro. But I am already tired from work… and my adrenaline is not corresponding correctly. All I feel is fear and all I hear is my thumping heartbeat— "S… Somebody…"
I suddenly feel weak and I indeed lose balance— only to feel someone catch me when I fall. I then involuntarily close my eyes… only relying to the faint sounds to know my fate.
Loud rumblings of metals echo around the alleyway and cries of hysteria and pain follow. Quick movements then also come after and I feel someone carry me all along. I don't know where he will take me… but I surely want to get out of this place. As I shake when he runs off, I feel my hair freely flowing from my head and the cold breeze of the night on my torso and legs.
I must look like fuck. Who cares? I got almost killed, you know.
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… A senior high school student's POV…
The clock ticks furiously as the midnight alarm comes. I have to smash the clock and simply wish that everything is not real. Just a moment ago, I have saved a woman that is about to get raped by some stupid guys.
But what bothers me the most is… she looks a bit familiar. She somehow got covered in bruises and her make-up got messed up as well. But there's something in her face that—
"Holy shit!"
A loud thud follows the loud cussing and so I have gone upstairs to check on the girl I just saved. I only leave her on my bed to rest and cover her with the sheets… and it seems like she's already awake.
I open the door and find her miserably lying on the floor… cussing some more that my ears refuse to listen anymore. "Here, I'll help you." "Oh, thanks. I think I fucked up and sprained my ankle. My legs hurt, too… and my back." I help her sit up at the bed and then I can't help not to stare at her exposed chest. She then holds her head and lifts her face to look at me…
"Oh, what an Ikemen (hot guy)!" Great, she called me an Ikemen. She must have hit her head so bad. "Oh right, Ikemen-san, do you have clothes I can use? Mine's pretty fucked up… my brassiere's really showing, you know."
I then take some clothes that may fit her and then I give them to her… simply freezing when she motions to completely destroy her clothes to take them off. She also unclasps her bra and before she slides it off her arms… "Oh, do you mind?" "…! Sorry!" I quickly turn around and keep my gaze off her… but then 'the pervert within' calls and I somewhat try to take a peek—
…?! No… tits?
"Something caught your attention?" "Those breasts are fake?!" That's not supposed to come out. "Wait, let me rephrase. I mean, you're not… really a woman?" She puts on the shirt and stands up to undo her skirt and ripped socks, "I hope I don't have to show my dick to you." What in the world did I take home?!
She then puts on the pants without taking off her black panty shorts. She then rakes her hands along her hair to comb it, "Can we keep this a secret? I need that money for my University Fees— please don't cut my career short." "What are you talking about?"
"Oh right, my make-up is pretty messed up… that you can't even recognize me." "Huh?" "Look closely— better yet—!" She then walks to one of my— shit. She presses herself against those large Kanra-sama posters serving as my wallpaper…
"I'm uglier without make-up, ain't I?"
"…?! Holy shit! Kanra-sama?!" She— my goddess— then falls to the bed after walking towards it and then she speaks, "Sorry for destroying your fantasy. Can we just sleep it off and talk about this tomorrow? I'm extremely… tired."
I then go to her and crawl along the bed to get near her… "Aren't you really a girl?" "…" "Kanra-sama…?" "…" "…You could at least answer yes or no."
She then gets up and then wraps her arms around me—! I freeze as she kisses me and she pulls back, "No, I am not a girl." I suddenly shrug her off and wipes my mouth dry, "Then why the fuck did you kiss me for?!"
"Look, you're annoying me. I thought that should make you quiet." "…Flea." "What?" She twitches and glares at me. "I said you're like a flea." Fuck, she suddenly acts like that flea back in primary school. Is she really the girl I have been worshipping all these years?! I cannot believe this! "…Sorry for disappointing you. You can tear down those posters in front of me if you like."
"…?! That's a bit harsh." I just sigh and then I lie down and pull on the sheets to cover the both of us. She then turns to me and she whispers as she lies down as well, "You're sleeping with lights on?" I then snap and then the lights turn off and the AC blows harder…
"Just sleep." "…O'right." She whispers and then she shrugs to a more comfortable position… but soon she rolls around and suddenly embraces me from behind. I can't help to whisper… "…Well, I did dream to lie down next to Kanra-sama. But why did everything collapse just like that?"
"I told you I'm sorry. I didn't push anyone to turn me into a female model when I'm clearly a male." "My poor dreams…" "…Tch, I better deal with a protozoan than a shitty fan-boy like you."
"Protozoan?"
"Yeah, a protozoan that means nothing but trouble. He acts strange at times like he's terribly flirting with me or something. But I kind of get rid of him years ago. And to think of it… I kind of miss him when dealing with guys like you. I wish he would just pop out of nowhere and beat you up. Oh right, where is he anyway?"
"…You're looking for him?" "…At times. But it doesn't mean anything at all." She gets up as well and sits with crossed legs, "But seriously, I kind'a miss my life back then. No stupid modeling to deal with, no excessively high charges, my mother hasn't kicked me out the house… wait, why am I saying those things to you? I'm probably very tired…"
"…" "…" Awkward silence befalls on us and then I hold my head, "This isn't happening. This must be a nightmare. I need to wake up…" "…Yeah, I need to sleep, too. Sadly, this is my reality. No plaything and all…" She then lies down again and turns to the other direction, "…I really miss my Shizu-chan."
… BLAM!
"What the fuck is your problem?!" The crossdresser in front of me growls after I hit her head very hard. She then consoles her head as she whines for the unreasonable hit, "I know you hate me now for being a boy but you don't have to hit in the head!"
"Five years…" "Huh?" "Five years…" My eyes glint in pure madness as I grab a pillow to hit her, "And you still call me with that fucking nickname?!"
She then rolls off the bed before I can even hit her, "You're still as slick as a flea, you flea!" "Wait, huh? S… Shizu-chan?" "I said don't call me Shizu-chan!" "Oh." "And who told you I was flirting with you?! In your dreams, you fucking plea!"
"…" He ends up in front of the drawer and just closes his eyes— merely waiting for me to hit him with the chair I am now holding. Shit, he looks like a real girl. I can't hit him when he's like this… He opens his eyes and he bitterly grins, "…Can we… can we not fight on our sudden reunion?"
"…" I drop the chair and sits at the bed and then he gets up to sit beside me. He then holds his forehead— still with that bitter grin, "I fucking hate this scenario." "…Hurry up and change back into a guy. I can't hit you like that." "Nah, you're as miserable as I am right now. I'm not going to help you in any way." "I should have let you get raped." "…How about your goddess image?" "…Right. I wouldn't have found out if I didn't…"
"…It seems that you still haven't changed at all. How about Shinra?" "All about that Seru girl." "Figures."
Awkward silence again and then the flea tries to push me, "I really wanted to rest. Let's just talk tomorrow." "This is so wrong. Why do you have to be Kanra-sama?" "Don't worry, I will still be Kanra Nakura tomorrow… just forget what happened tonight." "You expect me to continue worshipping you? My ass." "…Argh, good night. I really wanted to sleep!"
I then lie down at the other part of the bed and look away from him…
"…Shizu-chan…" I hear him whisper along with his soft snoring. I turn to him and simply… stare at his sleeping face. I roll around to face him since he is already facing me after all. I stare longer and somehow… I feel much calmer than seconds ago.
Maybe as long as he doesn't speak, my heart can still hope that Kanra is still a girl and the same seductive model that I have always liked. Maybe as long as he isn't anything Izayan-like, I can still hope this is a nightmare and I will wake up to the truth sooner.
"…I really miss my Shizu-chan."
My hand unconsciously reaches out and brushes off his stray bangs from his face— soon enjoying the stroking I have been doing. He moans a bit and shifts to a more comfortable position. I then pull myself nearer to him and I begin stroking at his hair again… to those smooth raven locks.
Fuck, he looks so beautiful right now. But I'm going to suffer for a lifetime if I kiss him now. Well he did kiss me earlier… will it be called 'returning the favor'? Why am I feeling pretty good seeing Izayan again after five years? Did I miss him, too?
I just then let out a sigh and recall my hand from his face. I turn to the other direction and then I close my eyes— preparing to sleep.
I know I should be feeling bad and utterly angry. But when I think more about this situation…
Why do I feel much more relieved? Shizuo Heiwajima, are you happier now that Izaya Orihara and Kanra Nakura are just one person?
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End of Chapter 1
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