AN: Ugh, we're really trying not to fall behind during the March Mayhem! (Although, with the petty number of reviews we've been getting, we might slow it down to every other day.) Anyway, it's mostly me, Foxy, working on this particular story, 'cause cross-dressing isn't really Kitty's fetish (she likes other stuff), but it's one of mine … so … yeah. Oh, and terracannon876, thank you for unknowingly providing humor, as Kitty and I were talking about how there we're not sure if there are any guys on this site, and we were talking about who might be a guy, and when we started talking about you, you apparently story alerted this story … yes, we got our laughs. Our sincerest apologies if we're wrong guessing your gender. -_- Anywho, read and review! I mean it! REVIEW NO MATTER HOW CRAPPY YOUR REVIEW IS OR YOU WON'T SEE ANY UPDATES!

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From Best Friend to Girlfriend

A Durarara! Fanfiction written by Foxy

Chapter Three: Unexpected Encounter


Masaomi's intensive stare was making him uncomfortable. Mikado felt like a deer in the headlights of a five-ton truck speeding down the highway. He had to have recognized me … oh f**k how do I explain this …? "H-hi, Kida-kun, it's been a while since we've seen each other … I'm dressed like this 'cause I have to be?" It wasn't going to go over well. At all. His attempt to fool his surveillance had already backfired! And on the first night that he'd found the courage to go out in public!

It had all been alright … up to this moment. He snuck past the member hanging out at the end of his street. He had been able to go out without surveillance, even if it had been greatly uncomfortable in the dreaded heels. He'd seen girls run in much higher heels before, he still wasn't sure how they did it.

He went to a movie. Hiding in the darkness had been comfortable for him, as he could spread his legs out without having to worry about people looking at him weirdly (or figuring out he was a guy). He also didn't have to be too paranoid about people possibly seeing his paranoia.

It was coming out of the movies that had been the problem. Some "yellow scarves" members had … picked him out (how, he wasn't sure; he didn't think he was the prettiest thing around. Maybe he looked too "innocent," but that would hurt his pride). They kind of led him down the alleyway, and before he knew it, one groped him and Masaomi – Masaomi, of all people, his best friend that had been missing in action without any response – came to his "rescue" and yanked him to safety. And now, Masaomi was staring him down.

He must've recognized me … this disguise can't be that good …

Mikado prepared himself to run if the deadly questions were asked. He'd answer his friend's questions later after burning everything he was wearing, calming down, and banging his head against something hard in embarrassment. Things couldn't get worse.

"There could be no one but you! The Prince always saves the damsel in distress and they live happily ever after! Now, let us hurry off into the sunset together! What do you say?" He offered out his hands in an embracing gesture, a childish grin plastered on his face.

Even though it hadn't been what Mikado was expecting, the five-ton truck still ran him over. "W-w-w-what?" Came out the squeaky, shocked answer. … Did he just use one of his stupid pick up lines on me? Mikado had yet to realize what this meant.

"Be my girl, my little ray of sunshine?" Came the pleading question. And the puppy eyes. Mikado had to fight the urge to do what he normally did in the times they hung out together (which was insult his friend and walk away), but he felt like he needed a huge insult since, this time, the lame pick up line was used on him. But he couldn't come up with anything under the pressure.

"D-d-do you even know me?" He managed to force out, still unsure of what to do.

"Ah, silly me!" Masaomi started a sequence of very dramatic gestures. "My name's Kida Masaomi! A perky young high school boy, recently single and a great catch!" He rambled on about a self-described image, but Mikado wasn't hearing him.

He doesn't recognize me. The thought hit him like a rock, and the sinking feeling came after. His best friend didn't recognize him dressed up as a girl. He really thought the person in front of him was just another girl. It was his "luck" to have to encounter his best friend – whom he hadn't seen in a long while – and be in this situation, being barraged by a flirtatious joker of a best friend, who couldn't recognize his childhood friend dressed as a girl. It may save him the embarrassment of being recognized, yes – but he couldn't tell if it felt more embarrassing to have that happen, or to not be recognized, which basically proved he either had the girly looks to do so, or that Masaomi's memory was extremely terrible. He hoped it was more of the latter. Yes, he was cross-dressing right now. But he certainly wanted to keep his masculine identity afterwards.

"And what's your name, my sweet princess?" Masaomi grinned, giving an almost princely bow.

I've got to get out of here before I throw up. Mikado may have just encountered his missing best friend, but he didn't want the encounter to be like this. Feigning his girly voice once more, he uttered, "I – I've got to go home," and started walking back – fast. But not fast enough. Masaomi's hand caught his own, only causing Mikado to flush. God damn it, Masaomi, just let go already! He wanted to scream, but he knew that would blow his cover.

"Please promise me just one date?" Came the puppy stare again. More of a kicked puppy, though. … And it's working on me. He was going to scrub his brain with soap later. "Maybe not now, but sometime later this week?"

… Mikado was now a hundred percent certain that Masaomi didn't recognize him. At all.

He didn't find an answer before Masaomi had magically whipped out a pen and a piece of paper from who-knows-where (maybe his hoodie pocket or something) and had scribbled down what he presumed was a phone number or an email or something. "Just contact me here if you change your mind~" Came the flirtatious answer as he tucked the little piece of paper in his hand. "I promise we'll go someplace public if that's what you're worried about."

"I've really got to go." This time, Mikado ran fast enough (and running in heels – though be they short, traditional heels – was far more difficult than he ever imagined). He slowed down once he was sure that his friend wasn't following him anymore, and went ahead at a steady walking pace, fully red in the face and clenching his fists.

He thought I was a girl … he really thought I was a girl. He wasn't just joking back, he really didn't recognize me at all. This was utterly humiliating. He had wanted to fool people, yes, but his masculinity was in serious doubt if his best friend all the way from childhood couldn't recognize him under a wig and girl clothing. He intended to head straight home, change back into the clothes he knew, throw all that he wore now into a little box to shove into the most obscure nook he could find, and try to sleep off his embarrassment. But, all the while home and after, he still clenched the little piece of paper in his hand, although he wouldn't read it until morning.