A/N: Sorry about the long hiatus! Hope this is worth the wait!
Mikado walked out of the bathroom, smiling as he saw the blonde had already set the table with dinner. Masaomi was always good with making pasta. He even complimented it with some soup. He sat down at the other end of the table from where Masaomi was sitting. "It looks good," he complimented as he picked up his spoon, swirling the soup around.
Masaomi had already begun eating and the dining table was quiet as always. Mikado swallowed his soup, looking up at the clock and over to Masaomi. "Have you taken your medicine yet?"
Masaomi forced a smile, holding up the small capsule he took from the bottle and dropped it in his drink, gulping it down.
Mikado smiled. Good. At least he was willing to take his medicine. He would do some more research on the boy's condition once Masaomi fell asleep for the night. He couldn't let anything fool him this time. He needed to keep Masaomi safe. "Where did you put the rest of your medicine?" If he wasn't so busy eating his supper, he would've noticed the small pause in Masaomi's body language before it went back to normal. He looked up from his plate to stare over at the blonde, waiting for an answer. "Masaomi?"
"It's in a safe place," Kida said, forcing a smile.
Mikado's eyebrow ticked at that response. "Where?"
Masaomi shifted in his seat, he was always quick with his responses, but of course when he needed a lie the most, he struggled to think of a place of where he "put the pills." He was distracted from his thoughts when Mikado stood up from the table and started to walk towards the trash can.
Masaomi jolted up from his seat and moved in front of his best friend.
"Masaomi, you're making this too obvious." Mikado replied, and couldn't help but be a bit amused by the blonde's cliché moves. Mikado moved past his friend, reaching into the trash and grabbing the small bottle between his fingers. "Masaomi...this will help you." He urged, grabbing Masaomi's hand, flipping it over, beginning to place it in his palm before Masaomi smacked it to the floor, causing the cap to pop off and spread the pills everywhere on the floor.
"MASAOMI!" Mikado stared at the gang leader with wide eyes. "What the hell was that about?"
"...Do you think I'm crazy?"
"What? Masaomi. The medicine isn't about that – its just to hel-"
"ANSWER ME!" Masaomi yelled, his fists balled at his sides.
Mikado pursed his lips, "...no."
"Then why are you making me take these crazy pills?" He snarled softly, looking up at the raven.
Mikado sighed, "Masaomi..." he started softly, moving in to pull his friend into a hug, pulling back, placing a hand on his cheek. "Someone took advantage of you, and hurt you," he said, staring up into golden eyes. "I don't know why anyone would – but they really hurt you and they are the ones that made you this way. None of this is your fault." He said, pressing their foreheads together, giving him a small smile. "Okay?" He said.
Masaomi backed away from Mikado, lowering his head.
"What's wrong?" Mikado asked curiously, knitting his brows together in confusion.
"I..." Kida choked, feeling a lump growing in his throat. "I want you to call off Izaya and the Black Rider on my rape case."
Mikado frowned, "Masaomi – where is this...coming from all of a sudden?"
"I don't want you to get hurt."
Mikado cocked an eyebrow, "Masaomi – I won't get hurt. This has nothing to do with me-"
"YES IT DOES!" Masaomi yelled suddenly, before deciding that the wall next to him was a much more interesting place to look than facing Mikado straight on.
"I need to know what happened to you – who twisted and turned you into this shaken person." Mikado stared up at the blonde, taking a step towards him and watched Kida take a step back. "Masaomi, stop." He said, reaching down, grabbing his friend's hand, pulling him closer to him. "No one is going to hurt me, and no one is going to hurt you." He smiled gently, before he narrowed his eyes up into golden ones. "I won't let it happen."
Mikado tilted his head once he noticed Kida's vision looking past his shoulder on the floor. He blinked, turning around. "Masaomi?" He questioned and watched the boy walk towards the corner where blue fabric was laying on the ground.
Masaomi bent down, unfolding the fabric to come face to face with an identical shark mask. He gasped, standing up quickly and taking a step back. He nearly jumped through the ceiling once he felt Mikado's hand on his shoulder, attempting to turn him around.
Masaomi turned to him, moving away from his grip. This wasn't happening. It couldn't have been Mikado – he had been so helpful and loving and even when they began to do things – he stopped, knowing Kida was nervous, but was this all just a sick game to Mikado or was it...who he first thought it was? Who he told Saki?
He looked up to face worried blue eyes. "I think I know who raped me," Masaomi replied softly, gulping. He was scared shitless to confess something like this to his best friend. All in all, Mikado was a good guy, but ever since he came back from leaving Ikebukero – he had seen a totally different side to his best friend, one that definitely acted before he thought.
"Are you ready to tell me?" Mikado asked gently, watching the blonde nod slowly, and his hands twitched into fists, eyes focused only on Masaomi and his words now.
This time – he would protect Masaomi.
Masaomi hadn't moved from where he stood, and the last physical movement he gave was the nod towards his best friend. He tensed for a moment, feeling Mikado's hand slip into his, pulling him to the futon to talk about it.
"Masaomi – are you sure you're ready? You don't want to tell anyone else before me?" Mikado asked, looking up at the blonde. Mikado's face wrinkled into a frown when he didn't hear Masaomi's immediate response. He stumbled back, almost tripping over his coffee table as Masaomi had crushed his lips against his own.
Mikado pulled back, obviously taken aback by his friend's actions. "Masaomi..." he stated softly.
"Do...do you love me?" Masaomi asked, staring up at him.
"Of course I do, you're my best frien-"
"You know what I mean!"
Mikado pursed his lips, taking a step towards Masaomi, their feet almost in a floor footsie, he moved a hand to slip into Masaomi's, staring into his best friend's eyes. He searched for any possible emotion that could be shown in those eyes. It was obvious Masaomi was trying to hold his intense gaze to get a serious response. "Yes," Mikado responded at last. "I'm in love with you, Masaomi," he whispered against Kida's lips before placing a kiss on top of his. He was baffled when he realized he hadn't left the kiss willingly and Kida's hand was placed against his chest – pushing him away. "Masaomi...?"
"Why are you doing this to me?" the blonde whispered, the hand resting on the anonymous leader's chest wrinkling the shirt he wore.
"Masaomi- what are you talking about?"
"Are..." Masaomi choked on his words, his ridiculously long bangs now falling in front of his face, staring at nothing in particular on the hardwood floor. "Are you still doing this?" he asked softly, moving away from the leader, shoving the blue fabric into his face.
"Masaomi, it's not what you thi-" the raven began to explain before he heard a few simple knocks at his door. He had watched the blonde's cautious eyes travel to the door as well. They stood silently for a while before two more knocks came.
"Mikado-sempai? Are you home?"
Mikado let out a sigh of relief, "It's just Aoba-kun." He reassured the blonde, moving over to the door to let his kouhai in. "Coming!" He called, opening the door. He greeted the blue-haired boy with a smile, "Aoba-kun, what are you doing here?"
Aoba bowed politely, "I know. It's late. I'm so sorry, Mikado-sempai, but I had some last minute questions for the carnival tomorrow."
"You couldn't have just texted me?" Mikado asked as he shut the door behind him after he let Aoba in. "I don't think now is a real good time, Aoba." He said, going to check back on Masaomi when he noticed that the blonde wasn't anywhere in sight to be found. "Shit," Mikado muttered under his breath.
Aoba blinked, "I-I'm sorry? Is everything alright, Mikado-sempai?" He asked, turning to the elder boy.
Mikado turned, distracted from trying to relocate the blonde. "Huh? Y-yes! Of course!" He chuckled nervously, "just let me get my notes and we can start talking about the preparations for the carnival-" Mikado reassured him. He moved to go check his room for Masaomi, stopping midway, noticing his friend was back in the room, with a pistol in hand, pointing at Aoba.
"MASAOMI! What the hell are you doing?" Mikado panicked. His mentally-diagnosed bipolar best friend was holding a fucking gun, pointing to his kouhai. "It's just Aoba!"
Kida's hands began to shake while his finger rested on the trigger of the gun. "I know who the fuck he is," he gritted his teeth. His eyes flashed back to Mikado, "Mikado – you love me, right?"
Mikado flushed at the sudden question – why would he ask that now? He wasn't sure what would happen if he responded negatively so he simply sufficed a nod.
"Then you'll let me shoot."
"Masaomi, no-"
"You don't love me."
"Masaomi, of course I do, put the gun down. Come on, I'll go in the kitchen with you to take your medicine."
Masaomi's grip on the gun tightened seeing Aoba's blue eyes flicker into his, letting out a low, amused chuckle that was loud enough to be heard, but not to bring too much attention. The last words the blonde even comprehended were:
"MASAOMI DON'T!"
Bang.
A/N: Don't shoot! /bad pun. Don't forget to R&R! :)