Warnings: Cussing, fighting, fluff (a little)

Chapter Three~ I love this chapter so much. :3

Chapter Four will be out in one day or LESS D Since these are short and pretty easy to write :3 Enjoy and I really love reviews that help me become a better writer :3

And by the way, chapter five is gonna be like 2500 words.

~~~Chapter Three~~~

~~Screaming, Fights, and broken egos~~

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Best Friends: They know how crazy you

are but still choice to be seen with you in public.

- Masaomi and Mikado

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"Mikado! Dude! What happened to your house?! It's for sale!" Kida shouted, causing most the students in the school hallway to look his way. His blond friend always had a thing for yelling private information. Though, the teen could tell Masaomi was just worried about him. After all, Mikado rarely missed classes and thanks to Izaya, he had missed all of first period, not to mention skipped yesterday. Besides that, his clothes were all muddy since he had a thing for tripping when he least wanted to. The blue-eyed teen decided it was best to just tell his friend everything, maybe Masaomi would be able to give him some good advice?

"My dad showed up out of no where two days ago..." He said, stuffing his backpack into his navy green locker. The blond narrowed his eyes, knowing about the abuse the stupid old fart had put his friend thew. In fact, it was his idea that Mikado come to Ikebukuro in the first place.

"What did that asshole do this time?" The blond asked, subconsciously playing with the string of his cotton white hoodie.

"Sold me to some strangers." The paler teen said nonchalantly.

"Oh, is that – what? HE SOLD YOU?!" The blond hissed, throwing his arms in the air as the shorter teen tried to hush him, putting a finger to his lips and making a 'shhh' noise.

"Masaomi! Shh!" He whispered pleaded. The chatter box then clasped his hands over his mouth, nodding for his friend to continue.

"I'm staying at Shizuo house but-"

"What?! He's the one who brought you?! Mikado, I told you to stay away from him! He's gonna hurt you!" The blond interrupted, whisper screaming. No, this was not good, Kida had to get him out of there before his friend got hurt. What would he do without the teen there with him? It was only at that moment that Kida realized something...

"No, no, no! It's okay! He's really nice. In fact, he saved me from Izaya today." Mikado grinned as his friend, who looked to be having a heart attack.

"THAT BASTARD AGAIN?! I'LL KICK HIS ASS!" The blond couldn't help but scream so loud that the school could hear.

"Just whose ass are you gonna kick, huh?" asked Horada, a school bully and leader of a gang, who happened to be walking in the halls the moment Masaomi shouted and was probably death now. At the moment the bell rung, Horada scoffed and walked away, followed by his gang. "We'll deal with you two later."

"Kida... those guys looked pretty mad..." The younger teen whispered as the two walked into history class.

"Let them! I'll pretend there Izaya and take every one of them out! I swear I'll kill that stupid -" The blond teen muttered, the rest of his sentence transforming into gibberish as he took his set. Mikado smiled, he couldn't help but be reminded of Shizuo. He loved his friends.

(I'm a line breaker, fear me!)

It was as the blond ex-bartended promised, he along with Tom waited outside the gates in till 2:30 P.m, when school got out. But before Mikado had gotten the chance to approach them, some blond kid wearing a white hoodie and blue skinny jeans had. He had honey eyes and an uncharacteristic scowl on his face as he got dangerously close to the other fake blond.

"My name is Masaomi Kida. I'm not scared of you." Kida said firmly, looking up to the tall blond, who raised a thin brown eyebrow. How refreshing, a punk who's not scared, he thought to himself.

"If you mess with my best friend, Mikado, so much as lay a finger on him and I'll take you out!" The shorter fake blond hissed. Tom almost laughed for it was almost cute. Like a toddler mouthing off to a pro wrestler. Shizuo on the other hand was not amused at the slightest. First, there was the fact that this kid had too much guts for his own good, and second was that the kid would even think that he would hurt Mikado. It discussed him.

"You think you'd even stand a chance angst me, kid?" The taller fake blond asked, a very dangerous smirk on his face. Tom was debating rather to step in or not as a crowd started to form, cheering 'fight, fight!'. At the moment Mikado, who had just exited the school, catch wind of what was going on. His eyes widen as he muttered some gibberish under his breath that sounded like 'Masaomi, big ego, gonna get his nose punched up his ear.'

"I'll let you have the first punch kid." Shizuo said, wearing a smirk that make the younger feel uneasy.

"Alright then." The younger backed up, pulling his arm back and giving a cry of victory as he slammed the punch into the bartenders rib cage... not even a flinch. The man laughed.

"My turn!~" He repaired a punch. Just as he was about to hit the honey-eyed boy, something jumped on his target, causing the man to punch the air instead. Confused, he looked down to see that Mikado had jumped his friend, causing both to fall in to a very awkward passion on.

"Mikado?" Both blonds asked at the same time, along with Tom, was at this point was curios about who his new worker would be.

"Masaomi! Are you okay?! You stupid... person!" The blue-eyed teen tried to insult his friend as the crowd started to die down. Kida blushed deeply, secretly happy that his friend was worried about him.

"I-I'm fine." He muttered looking away as the shorter teen climbed off him, offering his hand to his best friend. "You suck at insulting people..." he chuckled.

"What about you, Shizuo?" He asked. The older blond, who had been to busy with that pained feeling in his chest as he saw the younger blush, nodded. Silently saying he was fine. Tom narrowed his eyes because the Shizuo he knew would say something like 'Ha! That fly? Couldn't hurt me with a cannonball'.

"Masaomi's sorry. He was just worried is all. I promise." The slender teen reassured the bartender, who for some reason felt guilty.

"Mikado, I'm Tom. I'm sure you heard about me?" The dark-skinned man talked for the first time.

"No?" The raven teen said unsure. The dreadlocks man sighed, that was certainly a hit to his ego.

"Well, anyways, we have to go now." Tom recovered fast.

"Oh. Alright! Bye Masaomi, see you later!" The blue-eyed teen grinned at his friend as he joined the two older men, walking the other way.