July 29, 2012

Mikado was up late again thinking. He was scared. Scared of why his heart had leapt. Why his mind flashed colors when Masaomi had kissed him. He bought his hand again to his lips, remembering the heat that had been exchanged between them with Masaomi.

He blushed remembering the kiss. When Masaomi had first kissed him he had been drunk and it was barely over peck. The kiss from before had been meaningless! It had ment nothing it was simply Masaomi being an idiot moron face again. But this time he was fully aware of what he was doing. Completely in control. His tongue in my mouth! Controlled!

Mikado thought back on the kiss. 30 or something seconds of pure bliss. He had felt so surprised when Masaomi had kissed him, he didn't even close his eyes. Damn bastard! I got my first kiss stolen and my second! My third if you count the same person twice! Oh god I didn't even respond correctly! Asshole! Bitch! "I fucking hate you!" He had accidentally yelled the last sentence.

Deciding he had enough Mikado got up from his bed and walked over to his desk. In his desk he had a stash of random things that were illegal, or at least for him. Izaya liked giving them to him. He found what he was looking for, his cigarettes. He picked up the one that was half used and walked out side.

Once he got outside he remembered that he needed a lighter. He smoked one when he became stressed or unhappy. His little habit had started his last year in middle school. He had a way of finding them and never really paying for them. Izaya had found this out after Shizuo had given him a few after a huge fight.

He went back outside with a ridiculous candle lighter since his normal one had broken and was out of fuel. He had issues getting the lighter to work. God I feel like an idiot, if anyone saw me they would laugh. It's probably just the wind, yup has to be. I may be terrible at using these but I'm not this bad.

When he got the lighter to work it blew out right before hitting the cig. He was getting annoyed and flicked it on by his side, this time being successful. He lit it and sat down on the floor knees up. He started taking in the smoke, feeling it touch the back of his throat then holding it until he couldn't anymore, then blew it from his nostrils. Even though he was right handed he liked holding it with his left between his middle and index finger, taping the end with his thumb.

He watched the smoke and started feeling calmer. Once he was calm enough he thought back to Masaomi and how he felt. Still watching the smoke, giving it a flick when needed, still playing with it slightly he thought. It shouldn't bother me at all. He was doing it because of the girls, it had worked. It was actually one of the most successful pickup techniques he had ever used.

His lips, his tongue. He knew what he was doing and he had was good. I should try it learn it. He began remembering everything so that his next kiss he wouldn't just stand there completely out of control. I need to first assert my dominance then I can play.

After tiring from the subject and becoming relaxed he went back to watching his cigarette. Watching how it was slowly getting smaller. Watching how its smoke would twirl around him. As it got smaller and got closer to his hand he switched it to his right, still between his index and middle finger, still tapping it with his thumb. The wind started blowing the smoke into his face for the last 4 puffs. When it near close enough to his hand where he could feel the heat from the lit tip he rubbed it into the ground in front of him, extinguishing it. He then rubbed the small pills of ash into the ground too.

He got up and went back inside, grabbing the bud and putting it back in the box along with the others. He went to his desk to put the box and lighter in the bottom drawer. As he placed it in its spot along with the other boxes he caught sight of his liquor. It will help me get to bed. Smoking my calm me but it doesn't help me sleep.

Picking up his half empty vodka he grabbed a shot glass as well. He poured glass after glass until he felt sleep starting to enter his body. He closed the lid to the drink and put it back in its place, then set the glass up on the desk. He got up perfectly stable and headed to his bed.

Before flopping on it he removed his jacket and threw it in the corner. He fell into the bed and got comfortable. Masaomi is Masaomi he is an idiot who is bad at picking up girls and telling jokes. He would kiss anyone if it got what he wanted. Feeling a twinge at his heart, and nicotine in his throat, he fell asleep on his silver watch.

Authors Note: Okay the adults in my story are really bad influences to the children. Psh Izaya is so great with kids, giving them alcohol and stuff.