Hey guys! Sorry if this seems a bit rushed or something, but I got this little plot bunny and I had to write it before I went to bed. I got a picture in my head of little toddler Mikado in Simon's arms and calling him "Uncle" so that's how this little drabble came to be. Enjoy!
Chapter One
Mikado yawned and rubbed his hand against his eye when he woke up. He looked around, confused. Usually, Izaya or Shizuo woke him up in the morning, but now he had been woken up by the sunlight streaming through the curtains on his window. He slid out of bed, one hand still rubbing the sleep out of his eye and the other clutching Mr. Dolphin.
Mr. Dolphin was a stuffed dolphin that Shizuo had won for him when they were at a carnival. He had been playing a game where you were supposed to use a ball to knock down some bottles, and at first the blonde had scoffed at the game, saying that it was impossible to win any of the carnival games. Mikado had looked up in surprise at his papa and asked, "Impossible even for you? You're the strongest person I've ever met!" Shizuo had flushed red, and Izaya had laughed at that and said, "Oh, Shizu-chan, did you hear that? You wouldn't want to let your son down, now would you?"
Shizuo had promptly turned around and slammed two dollars on the counter of the booth. The man running the booth had smiled slyly and took the two dollars in his dirty hands before giving Shizuo an incredibly small ball. Shizuo had scowled at him, then aimed and threw the ball as hard as he could. BAM! All the bottles fell to the ground, and a couple that had been hit with the ball directly had been cracked. Shizuo smirked at the dumbfounded man as he handed him a stuffed dolphin plushy that was almost as big as Mikado, and incredibly soft. Mikado had loved it, and he made sure to give Shizuo a big kiss on the cheek in thanks. He also gave a kiss to Izaya, just because he didn't want his daddy to think that he loved him any less.
He had dubbed the bright blue stuffed animal Mr. Dolphin, explaining that his first name was Hari, but he deserved respect because he was a very esteemed dolphin(he had a monocle).
So, with Mr. Dolphin in hand he walked out of his room, into the hallway, and towards the kitchen, whre he heard voices coming from. He recognized his papa's voice, deep and gravelly, and his daddy's voice, higher and teasing, but he didn't recognize the extremely deep voice that suddenly boomed with laughter. He walked into the kitchen and stopped short in surprise. There was a giant in the kitchen!
He was tall, monstrously tall, taller than his papa, who before now he had believed was the tallest man ever. The giant man had on a white shirt that was blue on his collar, white pants, and a white hat that also had blue on it. Underneath the hat, Mikado could see the tiniest hint of white hair, which confused him. He thought that only old people had white hair, but this giant didn't look old. He was laughing at something Mikado's daddy had said, and when he laughed Mikado could see crinkles by his eyes and bright white teeth from his mouth. Mikado didn't even have that white of teeth, and he brushed his every night!
The giant man had rich dark skin that looked like chocolate, unlike Mikado, his daddy, or his papa. Suddenly, Mikado felt himself being lifted into the air. He twisted his head around and saw his daddy, smiling at him and giving him a good-morning kiss on the forehead. "Would you like to meet one of mine and Shizu-chan's friend? He's very nice, even if he does look a little intimidating."
Mikado didn't know what intimidating meant, but he nodded because yes, he did want to meet this interesting giant with blue kind eyes and a loud laugh that echoed through the house. His daddy brought him over and his daddy gave him another quick good-morning kiss on his forehead before turning to the giant.
"Simon," he said, "this is Mikado. Mikado, this is Simon." Simon looked at him before giving him a big smile and sticking out his giant hand.
"Hello Mikado," he boomed. "It's very nice to meet you. Shizuo and Izaya talk so much about you!" Mikado put his little hand into Simon's enormous one and marveled at the difference. Simon closed his hand on Mikado's, with a surprisingly gentle grip and shook his hand. Mikado looked up at him and gave an answering smile of his own.
"Hello Simon," he said politely. "It's very nice to meet you." A thought came to him and he asked curiously, "When do you talk to papa and daddy?" Ever since they adopted him, his daddy and papa never left him alone. He wondered when they had the time to talk to their giant friend.
"When they are at my restaurant, of course," Simon said, then laughed loudly.
"You have a restaurant?" Mikado asked. "Yeah, he does," Shizuo said. "You know when sometimes Izaya and I don't feel like cooking, so one of us goes out and comes back a while later with a bag full of sushi." Mikado nodded. "Yeah," Shizuo went on, "we get it from his restaurant." He nodded his head towards Simon.
"Ohhh," Mikado said, now understanding. He turned towards Simon and beamed brightly at him. "I like that stuff that we get from your place! It tastes really yummy." Simon looked at him for a minute, and Mikado squirmed under his gaze, afraid that he had said something wrong, when he was suddenly lifted out of his daddy's arms and swung around over Simon's head while the giant laughed in delight. "Yes, yes!" he said, while Mikado squeaked in terror at being so high. "I like you, little Mikado! You have good taste!"
"Careful now, Simon," Izaya laughed, but Mikado could hear a hint of worry in his daddy's voice, masked by his teasing tone. "You wouldn't want to break him."
Simon laughed again. "I wouldn't hurt your little one, don't worry! He is very polite and he has very good taste. You guys got lucky!" He lowered Mikado down onto his papa's shoulders while Mikado tried to catch his breath. Shizuo brought up his hands to rest on Mikado's little legs, and held them in place. "You alright, little guy?" he asked. Mikado nodded, then laughed, tearing his papa and Simon from their conversation in a strange language that Mikado had never heard his daddy speak in.
"I like you too, Simon," he said, and then looked down at the floor, feeling a wave of shyness crash over him. "Do you think," he began quietly, "that I could call you uncle?"
Simon looked at him with a shocked expression on his face, before it broke out into a smile of pure happiness. "Of course, little Mikado. I would love for you to call me that."
And that, is how Mikado met his uncle, Simon the Giant.
