x.x This is kind of OC, but I really, really love Boss!Kado. o3o There aren't enough fans~~~
It was a solemn lunch hour at Raira Academy, the previous days bitter chill taking its toll on the morale of the youngsters within. One student, however, was taking full advantage of the tranquil atmosphere.
Ryuugamine Mikado sat, lounging by himself on the still damp rooftop that dreary day. His lunch sat in his lap, barely touched-an unmarred apple and some leftover rice from the night before. A can of coffee littered the floor beneath him, drunk to the last drop in the contemplative silence. To him, nothing felt better than moments such as this one.
Moments where he could pretend his heart was just as unscathed as it was before he came to this city. Before he had realized how dark of a nature someone like him could really come to possess, or had possibly possessed all along.
It was maddening, really.
The air was suffocatingly rich, as it whispered all of the happenings of the city through scents and hushed voices drafting from the floors below him. An excitement filled his stomach, butterflies and bats and ghosts, all mixed together, creating a chaos that was beginning to spiral out of control.
The boy wondered -wondered if this is how the cunning informant who had pushed him into this mess, felt on a daily basis.
Not quite human, not quite a god. He watched from a different perch, but that didn't mean he was fit for it.
Mikado figured he was more like the man than he had originally thought. Or, perhaps, maybe Izaya Orihara was more like the Dollars founder? Either way, they were both trapped, forcibly or by their own accord, dancing around this elaborate game of chess that had been concocted.
The board, Ikebukero itself, neither flimsy or indestructible, neither remarkable or forgettable.
The players? Innumerable pawns, brave knights, and sacrificial bishops, rooks, and even the King himself. All meant to lay themselves down, before the Queen, and the Chess master respectively, before a victor could be decided.
Only then would the two left shed their final hesitations.
The Chess master was ruthless, brilliant, and innovative. He never touched the surface of the board himself, only skimmed the surface with the pieces that he placed, so delicately, so thoughtfully. He could wait for the moment, sure that in time it would present itself without his direct order.
The 'Queen' was similar, but perhaps more conniving and a bit less patient. The 'Queen' never let his position slip, though he often disguised itself as a lesser piece, a knight or a pawn, ambling forwards without the slightest hesitation. For the Queen, winning the game was the most important thing, sacrifices be damned.
Differences aside, both the man who held the strings, and the one who maneuvered them, were truly extraordinary. In the end, either could unfold at the hands of the other, the real question was-
Who was who?
"M-Mikado-kun!" Anri had rushed up to the rooftop, explaining to the sympathetic ear of her friend in a quiet voice on why she had been late. Apparently it was another fault of being the shy glasses girl with huge boobs.
"It's fine, Sonohara-san. I haven't been up here long, and anyways, I sort of like it." He gave her an innocent smile, gesturing to a spot beside him, and took a bite out of his apple. 'It's too sweet..' He thought, setting it down with a sigh.
The duo quickly lapsed into silence-both thinking about things similarly dark, neither willing to share their secrets with the other.
And that was fine. For now.
His smile, hidden from the view of his companion as he looked down at his unappetizing lunch, had slowly transformed, curling up more at the sides and leaving not a trace of warmth in his eyes.
'All in good time..'
