This is just a random fanfic that Mikachi and Tarochi came up with out of nowhere ^u^ It is Shizuo x Mikado. We tried to make it Mikado x Shizuo but couldn't manage more than Mikado being an aggressive uke. In this fic, Shizuo and Mikado are both in their third year of high school. Anyways, enjoy!

Tarochi: Disclaimer: Mi-chan you keep forgetting to put the disclaimer up! Do you want to get your ass kicked or something? Lol, well, anyway we do not own Durarara or any of it's characters.

Mikachi: Tarochi~ language! lawl laughing my arse off when i read that x3 and yes, i do keep forgetting the disclaimer. -facepalm- pooey.


~Chapter 1~

It was the first day of school and Mikado was checking what class he was in. He was a third year high-schooler. He trailed his finger down the class lists and found his name under 3-A.

He heard a loud crashing sound and turned around to see a vending machine fly across the school yard. He knew it was a bad idea, but his craving for something different took over and he went to see what it was.

That was when he saw the one and only Shizuo Heiwajima fighting two Yellow Scarves. Well, more like just beating the crap out of them until they were bloody pulps. There was no fighting going on. While he was watching Shizuo lose control and beat the two guys up, he realized something. Shizuo was really hot. The way his hair flipped in the breeze, the way his pants fit just right...

Realizing what he had just been thinking, he stopped his trail of thoughts and ran off to his classroom.

When he got into class, he was surprised at where he sat. Well, more like who he sat by. His seat was in the back left corner, by the window, and Shizuo right in front of him. Why? He mentally questioned the universe. Deciding he just had to get through class, he quietly sat down and took out the supplies he needed.

He told himself that he was focusing on the teacher, when in truth, he was staring at Shizuo from the corner of his eye. If only he could just reach out and touch his hair…just once…He noticed that his hand had started to move of its own accord and instantly took it back, placing it back onto the desk where it should be. Shizuo was too busy staring out the window from boredom to notice…or was he?

After school Mikado started walking straight home to do his homework. While he was still fairly close to the school yard, he thought he heard a shout that sounded something like "IZAAAAYYYYYYAAAAAA! I thought I told you to stay the hell out of Ikebukuro!" and then a large crash. Hoping not to get caught in the crossfire of whoever was fighting, he picked up his pace to a near jog and made it home in less than half the time that it usually took.


Well, there's chapter one. Review and tell us if it's good? Chapter two should be up soon, We actually planned this story (unlike Mikachi and her other stories, for shame) so it should be done quicker.