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Here we go folks, chapter 3
Getting To Know To Hate You
'One week down, it's not that bad right? You can do this.' Mikado slowly turned his locker combination. Side stepping the locker, he tugged it open dodging yet another pile of dirt that came pouring out. With a bland stare, he glanced down at the pile to the right of his feet. His brow raised slightly.
'Hm. They used sand this time.' Not sparing so much as a blink, he stepped over the pile of sand and pulled out his books. 'Third set this week.' Shaking his head, he tipped the book to let the sand spill out from the cracks. Right on cue, Kida's arm landed on Mikado's right shoulder.
"Sand today. That's new!" Kida laughed, nudging the pile with his foot.
"Hey Masaomi," Mikado replied with a tired familiarity. Turning with Kida, he headed towards his classroom. The whispers and stares where now a habituated schedule. He would ride his bike to school, go to his locker, side step whatever he'd been 'surprised' with that day, then Kida would meet up with him, and they would be silently taunted as they walked down the hall. Well, less of they, and more of Mikado.
When they arrived at the massive oak doors, Kida tugged it open and they found the class room the same as always. Loud conversation, then once they walked in the noise would die out substantially, replaced by hushed whispers. Nothing out of the ordinary. Kida made his way to his desk, Mikado in toe. When they reached the back, Kida stumbled for a moment and turned to face Mikado. Waiting for him to say something, Mikado stared, but nothing came. His brows were drawn down in confusion, and his honey eyes swam with something. Mikado couldn't quite pinpoint what, but whatever it was, it
Looking past him, he found that his desk was missing.
'You've got to be kidding me...' By this point, the room was silent, and all eyes were on the duo. Expressionless, Mikado turned and headed for the door. Kida followed in suit wordlessly. As he opened the door, there was a small snicker. Mikado ground his teeth, but said nothing.
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Knock. Knock.
"Come in. Good Morning Orihara! What can I do you for today?"
"I have a request of you..."
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'This day can't get any worse.'
"Oh, what's this? Roaming the court yard this close to the bell. What, not trying to run away from school already are we?"
'Damn it.' Mikado cringed at his voice. Without stopping, Mikado made to go around the road block.
"What's the matter Mika-chan? You seem upset." Mikado didn't need to look up to see the skin crawling smirk on his face.
"Where is it, Orihara?" Kida chimed in with venom. This time Mikado did look up, and lone behold, there it was. The trademark smirk. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
"Where is what Masaomi-kun?" Mikado felt Kida stiffen at his side. Mikado suddenly got extremely anxious with his friends distress.
"My desk, where is it?"
"Ah. So it can speak! All this time I thought you'd gone mute Mika-chan." There was an awkward pause, Mikado and Izaya staring each other down. "As for your desk, no one took it." Mikado made to interrupt, but Izaya held up a silencing hand and grinned. "Your class has been changed." Mikado froze and stared at him dumbfoundedly.
"What are you playing at Orihara?" Kida accused, jabbing a finger towards him. An icy laugh came as his reply.
"Now now Kida-kun, shouldn't you be getting to class." Izaya let his arm fall on Mikado's quickly stiffening body, "You're father wouldn't want you misrepresenting his name, now would he? Wouldn't it be terrible if someone just let it slip that you've been playing hooky just to go pick up girls?" Kida made to protest, but the bell rang as if on cue. Izaya pulled Mikado closer as he waved off a glaring Kida. Mikado threw his friend a hesitant glance before he was dragged along by the crazed raven haired male above him. Wrenching himself from Izaya, Mikado pulled back.
"We should get going too. Just tell me the room number, and I can find the room myself." Izaya simply smirked down at him with a condescending gleam in his eyes.
"I doubt you'd be able to find it. It's a newer section of the school not many people are allowed into." Mikado narrowed his eyes suspiciously and slowed his pace. Izaya miss a step, keeping his pace the same. "Don't worry, if I'd wanted to do something, I wouldn't have told you where we were going." Mikado continued to glare suspiciously at Izaya's retreating form. With a hesitant step, Mikado warily followed in suit.
Izaya moved quickly, seemingly forgetting Mikado was following him. He rounded a corner then just about sprinted up two flights of steps. Mikado darted after him, but got winded up the second flight and slowed his pace. When he looked up, he glanced around the hallway in confusion. There were no lockers, no signs, not even a bulletin board, but Mikado noticed that most of all, there were no people.
Taking a few steps forward, he began to feel edgy. Izaya was nowhere to be seen and planning revenge on a certain raven haired newbie. A soft shuffle sounded behind him and he spun quickly around, only to find the hallway vacant. There were some sconces lighting the hallway, but mostly natural light flooded the hall. Giving the area one last glance, he turned to keep walking.
Izaya Oriahra was standing right there, bent over to be at eye level with Mikado with that damned smirk on his face.
His heart fell out of his chest and a scream built up in his throat, but he held it down. Grinding his teeth in annoyance, he let out a long puff of air.
"What's the matter Mika-kun? Not scared were we?" Mikado ignored him and shoved past him. Izaya let out a dark chuckle. Skipping to meet his pace, Izaya looped his arm with Mikado's and just about dragged him forward.
They came upon two double doors at the end of the hallway. Mikado noticed a small dollars carving on the side of the wall.
"Here we are!" Izaya said too enthusiastically. Ignoring him, Mikado pushed the doors open and widened his eyes.
The room was large and windows lined three of the four walls. The ceiling was a few feet taller then standard and a iron rod chandler hung from the mahogany rafters. For large elegant desks were placed in a half circle around the room. Each looked as though it had been hand carved to perfection. Mikado gawked at the make of them, knowing they probably cost as much as a decent car. On top of each desk, there was a gold name plate. In the middle was Izaya Orihara's, and flanked to his right, Shizuo Heiwajima, and to his left, Tom Tanaka. There was another desk next to Toms that was shifted farther away, clearly exiled, and clearly his. The desk had no name, and it looked slightly beat up, but it was a million times nicer then the usual desks. Even the standard desk for this school was impressive.
'Damn these rich people,' he grumbled. Shizuo and Tom were already seated and staring blandly up at Mikado's entrance. Shifting his eyes away, Mikado moved towards his desk and sat quietly. All he needed to do was be incognito, right? It shouldn't be a problem.
Within minuets, the teacher came striding through the doorway. His face was stern, but poised, and he glanced towards Mikado with and almost disapproving scowl.
"I assume you are the student who's been transfered into this class?" Mikado rose and bowed respectfully.
"Yes sir. I am Ryuugamine Mikado, please take care of me." He didn't miss the teachers snort as he sat back in his seat.
"I and Mr. Yamachi. I expect the best from my students. There will be no slacking in this class Mr. Ryuugamine. I expect you to catch up on what we've already covered, since I wont be reviewing it. Any questions? Good." Mikado forced himself to keep a pleasant smile.
"Yes Mr. Yamachi."
"Turn to page..." The teacher didn't miss a heartbeat before he began his lesson. Mikado groaned internally. This school was most definitely his personal living hell.
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The bell finally rang for lunch, and Mikado all but bolted from his seat. Darting down the hallway, he's made it to the bottom of the steps before he heard that hair splitting voice again.
"Mika-kun! Why the rush?" Izaya descended the stares with a suffocating amount of self importance. Mikado decided against turning around and kept walking. His pace increased unconsciously as the sound of footsteps came closer. The same hand came down on his shoulder and he cringed, shrugging it off gruffly.
"Get away from me," he growled, quickening his pace.
Not noticing his surroundings, he rand straight into something...or more like someone. Stumbling backwards, he bowed an apology. When he looked up, he met more condescending smirks. The boy in front of him shoved him down and placed his foot on top of Mikado's bag.
"Fire," the boy all but whispered. The hallway arrupted with yelling and laughter, and something smacked into the side of Mikado's head. It made a crunch, then something gooey slid down his face. There was another. And another. Then they started coming in countless amounts. Quickly, Mikado shielded his eyes from the onslaught of eggs. The jeering and shouts of encouragement grew, but the amount of eggs hitting him slowed, then suddenly stopped. Glancing up, he saw a group moving towards him with a bucket.
'This can't be good.' Just before they dumped it, Mikado noticed two or three teachers in the hallway watching. When Mikado met their gaze, they turned away and walked the other direction. The bucket tipped and Mikado sealed his eyes shut and shielded them with his arm. Laughter erupted in a sickening chorus.
Footsteps clicked distinctly behind him, and the laughter died.
"Ready to surrender yet Mika-kun?" Mikado ground his teeth for the thousandth time that day. The boy had finally moved his foot from his bag, and Mikado pulled himself into a standing position. Powder fell from his jacket in buckets, leaving a white mist at his feet.
"What a waist," he whispered.
"What?" Mikado turned to face Izaya, staring defiantly up into his eyes.
"It's sad to think you'd use this much effort to humiliate me. Did I really make that big of an impact on that ego of yours? Or is it simply there was no confidence there to begin with?" Mikado raised his chin proudly.
Izaya narrowed his eyes for a second, then leaned down as he flashed a dark smirk.
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'I need to find Mikado. Who knows what Izaya's done by now.' Kida hurried out of his class room and ran in search of his friend.
After a few minuets of wandering, he heard a distant crowd of cheering. Without a thought, Kida raced towards the noise. By the time he'd gotten there, the crowd's cheers were dieing out, and he heard Mikado's muffled voice. Shoving his way through the crowd, but when he finally made it to the front, he froze.
Mikado was...no. Couldn't be.
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Mikado made to step back, but slipped on the slime from the eggs and slid forward. His hand flew out to catch onto the nearest object. Unfortunately, that object happened to be Izaya. His face flew forward as he started to fall, then something rammed against his face.
Well...more like his lips. Gasps echoed around the hallway. It took him a moment to grasp the situation, then he quickly let go of Izaya's jacket. Stumbling backwards, he somehow balanced himself and was holding his hands up to his lips.
"I-I didn't...I" A horrified blush flashed across his ghostly pale skin. Izaya only smirked and stepped forward.
"If that's what you wanted." Without warning, he grabbed Mikado's jacket and pulled him into a rough kiss. More gasps filled the room. There were some cries of terror, and most of the boys groaned in disgust. Tears began to well in Mikado's eyes. Furiously, he shoved against Izaya with a cry and somehow managed to rip himself free. Instantly, his hand flew to Izaya's cheek and smacked him square across the face. Everything went silent.
Almost in slow motion, Mikado felt someone's hand grabbing his arm, and in front of him, Izaya's eyes went black and he reached into his pocket. As they waded through the mass of people, there were shouts of disgust and spitting. If he recalled correctly, a few water bottles were thrown at him. By the time he came to his senses, he was bolting down the hallways, dragged by Kida.
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Sobs racked his body as Kida brushed more flour off of him, rubbing his back comfortingly.
"Not even the teachers...no one," Mikado mumbled through his tears, his head collapsing into his hands once again.
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Letting out another sigh, he glanced down at his watch.
4:00 am.
He let out a groan in frustration. He'd woken up at 2:30 and couldn't sleep, so he went out. Now here he was. Sitting alone in the cold at the park. Grabbing his bike by the handles, he hopped on and decided to take a morning ride around the sleeping city. Lights were on here and there as people started to wake up. The air was crisp and a thin layer of ice coated the leaves on the ground. Each time Mikado let out a breath, a whisky white puff would follow it.
Taking a right on the next street, he decided to get to the school early.
'Maybe I can avoid everyone if I get their early.' A hopeful spark filled his chest as he pulled into the school gates. The lot was vacant, and the only people in the building were the custodians. Thankfully, since Mikado had so many run-ins, he'd made friends with most of janitors. Locking his bike on the bike rack, he walked up the stairs and pulled open the door.
An older man noticed him, and made to yell at him, but stopped when he noticed who it was.
"Well hello there Mikado! You're here quite early." Mikado flashed a warm smile towards him.
"Hello Aido-san." Aido gave him a smile in return. "I just thought i'd get an early start today." He simply gave Mikado a laugh and nodded him off.
"Alright, alright." Mikado turned before he went down the hallway.
"Sorry about all the messes you've had to clean up lately. They're just kinda-" Aido cut him off with a shewing of his hand.
"No no no. Don't you worry your little head. It gives me something to do around this boring old stone pile. Besides, it's you I should be worried about." Mikado gave an embarrassed laugh.
"Thanks Aido-san." With a bow, he headed off towards his side of the school. When he reached the private hallway, he slowed his pace and decided to explore the rooms he'd never been able to before. He went door by door.
The first room was a sitting room, with a flat screen and vending machine. He almost walked in, but noticed a DOLLARS sign above one of the couches and curled his lip into a scowl.
The next room was empty, save one loan desk in the corner. Curiously, he walked over to it and put his hand on it. When he lifted it, there was a distinct print left in the layer of dust.
'This one is just like the one's in the classroom.' The make was exactly the same. Stepping forward slightly, his foot nocked against something against the ground. Leaning down, he noticed at triangular object. 'Name plate?' He picked it up and brushed away the dust, only to find the name had been gouged out by something and painted over with black paint. Furrowing his brow, he stared at it for a moment.
Shrugging his shoulders, he placed it back on the desk and walked out of the room.
The next room was a library. The shelves reached the ceiling, and there was a DOLLARS sign above the door.
'I wonder what kind of books they get?' Mikado couldn't resist his curiosity as he walked into the room, leaving the door ajar. His hands ran across the leather bindings of the books. The room wasn't massive compared to the rest of the school, but for a room it was reasonably large. He flicked on the lights, bringing the chandler to life as well as the well placed sconces on the walls.
There was the occasional sofa or chair with a side table as well as a lamp between some of the book shelves. Pulling out one of the books, Mikado sat down in one of the chairs and started to read.
Before he knew it, he'd started to drift and was soon fast asleep on the couch. His dream was empty and bleak, and thankfully so. Deep in his subconcious, he heard the distant sound of talking. Bringing his head up, and rubbing his eyes, he remembered where he was. He glanced down at his watch.
7:00
School started at 7:25 so he had a little bit of time left. Pulling himself up, he stretched himself out and gave a soft yawn, refreshed with the nap. Placing the book back in its slot, he heard the clicking of feet coming closer.
"Well, well, well. Look who it is." Mikado spun around to see three second years standing in front of him. All of them had a smirk on there face, making his stomach churn. God he was getting sick of everyone smirking. One of them looked vaguely fermilliar. Mikado attempted to walk past them, but was roughly shoved back into the shelf of books. A few wobbled from the shelf and fell to the floor. Grinding his teeth, he tried again, but this time, he was grabbed by the wrist and spun around. Another hand found its way to his mouth to prevent him from screaming and the other pair wrapped around his torso.
Before he could comprehend what was happening, he'd been pinned to the floor.
"You walk into this school, a filthy little CM, and infect Izaya. Who the hell do you think you are." Mikado winced as his arms were pinned next to him. "My sister was set on marrying him, then you came along and ruined everything. Fag." The voice promised something painful, and Mikado's primal instincts finally kicked in. He began to squirm and yell into the hand. HIs torso began to rock from side to side and his feet kicked wildly. His teeth sunk down on the skin, and the boy pulled away in pain. Sucking in a quick burst of air, Mikado let out a cry, but it was cut off with a punch at his rib cage. Mikado screwed his eyes shut in pain.
'Sister?' A memory popped into his head about a confrontation he'd had yesterday with a clearly perturbed girl.
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'Mikado was just pulling his bike off the rack and hand just mounted, when a group of three girls approached him.
The one in the front had long black hair and a vicious scowl on her face. She grabbed his handle bars and leaned forward. Mikado flushed slightly.
"Umm...can I help you?" She sneered at him.
"Stay away from Izaya!" she screamed, jabbing a finger at his face. Mikado huffed.
"I want nothing to do w-"
"Just stay away from him! I, Namie Yagiri, am going to marry him, and I don't need you getting in the way! If I see you touch him again, I swear you'll wish you'd never been born."
Mikado held out his hand.
"Wait, but I-" before he could finish, she stalked away, flanked by two other girls who shot him a nasty glare.
"Why does everyone suck at listening here?" he groaned. "I hate rich people."
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He was jolted back to reality as the hand reclaimed itself around his mouth, gripping his jaw painfully tight. The boy's nails began to dig uncomfortably into his skin. One of the boys sat on his upper legs, preventing them from moving. Then, something stopped Mikado's breathing for a moment. One of the hands began to move differently. It started tugging at his shirt, pulling it upwards.
"Flip him over." Mikado crumpled his brow in confusion as he was flopped over and pinned again. The hand pulled at his belt and a light went off in Mikado's head. Wrenching his head back and forth, he managed to get out a few more screams before his head was slammed onto the ground. By this time he could feel his zipper being pulled at. Tears began to well up in his eyes and he fought harder against the three boys. Another scream ripped from his throat, but was muffled by the rough hand clamped on his mouth.
"What's wrong? I thought people like you liked stuff like this." Fearful blue eyes stared up at the assailant, and went wide. The boy from yesterday, the one he'd run into. A hand groped him roughly, causing him to wince. A finger prodded at the hem of his underwear, the boy letting out a sickening laugh.
'No. No. No!" Mikado cried in his head. Screwing his eyes shut, he tried his best to block out what was happening. There was a sudden stop in the boys motions, and the weight was lifted off of his legs. The hands around his arms instantly disappeared and there was the sound of yelling and crashing. Mikado instantly pulled his arms around his legs and curled around himself protectively, silent sobs rocking his body. There was the sound of retreating footsteps and yelling. Then something sounded behind him.
One set of footsteps. Mikado pulled himself closer. A hand came down on his shoulder and he flinched violently.
"Hey," the voice was deep, but familiar. "You alright Riuge-Ruigasaki-damn it, Mikado?" Slowly, Mikado turned his head and saw the shadow of Shizuo. His body let out a sigh of relief and he pulled himself into a sitting position. Looking at the ground in shame, Mikado mumbled a thank you. Quickly he fumbled with his cloths to adjust them back to their original state.
"Here," a hand moved in front of him. Mikado raised his head and met Shizuo's encouraging half grin. Taking the hand tentatively, he let Shizuo help him up. When he got on his feet, he stumbled slightly, and Shizuo gripped his shoulders. Mikado winced at the contact. His jaw ached and stung where the nails ha dug into his skin. A dull throbbing started to come from the back of his head, and he lifted his hand to find a small lump.
"Ouch," he hissed. His wrists felt raw and his body ached each time he moved. Another hand ran lightly over the bump lightly, causing Mikado to jump slightly at the sudden contact. Shizuo didn't say a word the whole time, and for that, Mikado was thankful. His head hung in shame as he lead him out of the private library and onto a vacant overpass secluded from the rest of the school.
When they were out in the daylight, Shizuo let out a hiss at Mikado's face. Heat rose to Mikado's cheeks and his eyes began to burn in humiliation. Quickly spinning around so his back faced Shizuo, he rubbed his hand across his eye.
"Sorry," he mumbled. His voice wavered slightly and his vision started to swim. Attempting to be as quiet as possible, he gave a muffled sniffle into his sleeve.
Shizuo lifted his hand to place it on Mikado's shoulder, but withdrew it when he realized what he was doing. He couldn't help but furrow his brow at the boy's statement.
'Sorry?'
The warning bell chimed, signaling the start of school. Mikado dabbed at his eyes again with his hand then wiped it way with his sleeve. Turning to face Shizuo, he kept his face down, but gave a deep bow.
"Thank you for helping me today...we should get to class." Without another word, he turned and shrunk back through the doorway towards his class. Shizuo heard another sniffle from inside. His lip pulled up slightly and his fist knocked against the stone wall, the kid's tears soaked face stuck in his head.
"Shit."
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Mikado moved into the room as quietly as he could, doing his best not to draw attention to himself. Unfortunately, Izaya was far too keen to let it slip.
"Well look what we have here!" Mikado barley spared him a glance, in attempts to hide his puffy eyed face. Izaya's lips turned up into a smirk. "What's wrong Mikado? People being too mean to you today?" His lip was poked out and his tone mimicked that of someone talking to an infant.
Mikado took his seat and kept his head down, making no movements to encourage Izaya. Shizuo silently walked into the room, taking his seat next to Izaya. Only then did Mikado's head come up. His eyes followed Shizuo to till he reached his desk, then he lowered his eyes when Shizuo's gaze met his.
As he watched Shizuo, another set of eyes was on him. Izaya's eyes locked on the red marks along Mikado's chin, accented with fresh bruising.
'Nail marks?' The teacher walked into the room an called the class of four to attention. Mikado straightened up and focused on the teacher.
"Good morning. We have yet another student joining our class today." Mikado didn't need to look up to hear the disapproval in his voice. "Kida Masaomi will be joining us for the rest of the year." Kida smile proudly at the class, mainly Izaya. Giving a bow, he moved next to Mikado.
Glancing beside him, Mikado noticed the new oak desk for the first time. Kida's eyes met his face with his idiotic grin, but then his eyes flashed when he saw Mikado's face. Before Kida could ask any questions, Mikado turned to face the teacher.
Like usual, their sensei began without a second glance, and for once Mikado was greatful.
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The bell chimmed clearly, ringing throughout the campus and Mikado's stomach sank. Grabbing everything he needed, he hurried out of the room, avoiding Kida's distant calls.
"Mikado! Hey, Mikado wait up!"
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