"You can stop pouting now.." A very annoyed and slightly worried Izaya said.
Mikado had been pouting and moping around for the fast few days, and for some reason unknown to izaya it was really starting to bother him. He couldn't stand seeing Mikado like that- so sad,and so...utterly hopeless.
Even as he said this Mikado still sat with an impassive expression that was seemingly plastered to the poor boy's face, and stared at the corner of the wall.
Izaya's eye twitched and he thought, "well I did want to break this boy, didn't I?...then why does this feel so wrong?..Why the hell does it bother me this much- yes i love humans but none of their sufferings have bothered me as much as this..they only amused me more- why is he different?..Is he different?"
Izaya slowly sauntered over to little mikado. He gazed at him for perhaps a second or so; taking in Mikado's movements- although there were none- and slowly lifted him into his arms.
"What the hell am I doing" the thought passed quickly through the man now holding a poor cat boy.
He sighed. Then Izaya began to slowly stroke Mikado's head and cat ears, and to Izaya's surprise he finally got some kind of movement and reaction out of the placid young boy. This boy slowly lifted his head and stared into the maroon eyes of the informant as his eyes filled with tears and shock.
"Izaya… Izaya Orihara..Is trying to comfort me?..This has to be a trick.." The blue eyed boy pondered, but he was far too exhausted for such thoughts, such contradictory feelings, after losing hope and staring at a wall for days.
Perhaps it was because of this exhaustion and perhaps Mikado simply lost track of just where he was, who he was with, and of all the unfortunate events leading up to this, but it ended up that he cried himself to sleep in Izaya's arms,and gently, ever so gently, was holding onto the fabric of Izaya's jet black shirt.
The raven haired male eyes widen at the sight of this.
"He's so...fragile..his grip is so soft I can barely feel it- like he could break any minute and that he needs to be protected. Not only that..but how have I never noticed how..cute ..he is..?"
Izaya shook his head. There was no way in hell he just thought that. Humans are just playthings...but no matter how hard to think of another way to describe the young highschool student in his arms the only adjectives that came up were fragile and cute.
"What are you doing to me Mikado?"He asked, but received no answer.
The man sighed and tried to pull the boy off of him so he could get to bed, but those little hands only gripped tighter.
"D-Don't leave me….s-s-stay…" Whimpered the unconscious Mikado.
Izaya saw as mikado began to shake and cry out, that this was nothing more than a bad dream and that Mikado wasn't actually talking to him...But for some reason he just couldn't let Mikado down and leave him all alone. So he carried the boy to his room and fell asleep with him tucked in his arms because Mikado refused to loosen his now steel grip.
