A/N: I LIIVEEEEE.
Mikado wasn't sure what to think. It was like it all went too fast. He wasn't sure why he was laying on the floor in front of Aoba. All he really remembered was the shot from the gun, and the loud screech of his kouhai. The pistol hitting the floor making a nice thud was what brought the anonymous gang leader back to his senses.
It seemed like he moved in slow motion as he positioned himself to sit up. He looked down at his body, before turning around to find Aoba holding his right arm, watching the blood pour from out of him and attempting to unwrap his bandage around his new wound. He hissed as he tried to do so, noticing two hands take the bandage from him and wrap them around tightly. "Thanks, Mikado-sempai."
"Are you okay, Aoba-kun?" Mikado asked worriedly, looking up at the blue-haired boy.
"Yeah, I think so," he hissed. "The bullet just barely grazed against me, but it moved against my wound," he muttered, finishing tying the bandage around his hand.
"I better go find Masaomi," Mikado replied as he glanced around the apartment, only seeing the gun sitting on the floor where the ex-leader had been standing. "And, you better head home. We'll talk about the festival at school." He said, turning to the young student.
Aoba held back a sneer, irritated from the fact that Masaomi was still held higher than him. "Sempai," he started which caught the raven's attention. "You aren't going to let Masaomi keep living here with you, are you?" He asked.
Mikado rose an eyebrow, "Of course, I am. He's my best friend. I..." he trailed off, sighing softly, knowing flaunting Masasomi's love so publicly wasn't the best idea considering their situation.
"He's dangerous!" Aoba argued, feigning a worried look. "What if the next time you have another guest over, like Sonohora-san, and he gets jealous, pulling out the gun on her, or you, Sempai!"
Mikado smiled weakly, "I appreciate your concern, Aoba-kun, but Masaomi would never do something like that."
"Did you expect him to pull out a gun tonight?" Aoba frowned.
"Well, o-of course not!"
"Then how do you know he won't do it again with someone else, or you?"
Mikado shrugged, "because...I just do. I trust Masaomi."
"Why?" Aoba asked, almost too quickly as noticed Mikado look at him skeptically. "I mean, after tonight, after everything, you still trust him? ...Why?"
"I just do," Mikado replied. "I don't really know what other reason to give other than that I have always trusted Masaomi."
Aoba pressed his lips together before he began to blow his cover, grabbing his backpack, and standing up. "I see," he forced a smile. "You're right, I should get back to home. I'll see you at school tomorrow, right?"
Mikado smiled, nodding, and waved to the blue-haired student before he watched the door close. He stood up to his feet quickly to go find the blonde. "Masaomi!" He called in the tiny apartment.
Mikado nearly fell backwards once he saw the blonde remove himself from the bathroom and run into his arms, crying. He looked down at Masaomi, baffled by the situation at hand. He slowly wrapped his arms around the blonde's waist. "Masaomi...?" He questioned, "What has gotten into you? You haven't been taken your medicine, have you?" Mikado frowned in disapproval.
Masaomi gripped onto the raven's shirt, as dry sobs escaped him, trying to talk between his hypervenilation. "I-it's not th-that," he gasped. He pulled a hand back and dug into his pocket for his phone, flipping through his messages before shoving the phone into Mikado's chest.
Mikado fumbled to keep the phone in his hand, before he stared down at the message.
To: Orihara Izaya
From: Kida
Please come over. Tell Mikado who hurt me. I know you know.
Masaomi had reverted back into trusting Izaya, and had kept his promise to Aoba. He didn't tell anyone. If he didn't tell anyone, Mikado wouldn't get hurt. It was the only thing he felt he could do.
Mikado stared at the taller teen that hunched below him, wide-eyed. "Masaomi! Just tell me who hurt you. We don't have to bring Orihara-san over here. I know you don't want that. Masaomi, just tell me."
Masaomi's gasps were getting more severe as he pushed his head against Mikado's chest, shaking it. "I-I ca-han't."
"Yes, you can." Mikado urged. "Trust me."
"You'll get hurt!" He argued.
"What do you mean by that, Masaomi?"
"You'll get hurt. You'll get hurt. You'll get hurt. You'll get hurt." Masaomi mumbled as if it was a chant against his best friend. "You'll get hurt. You'll get hurt. You'll get hurt."
Mikado sighed, lifting Masaomi up from under him. "Calm down, Masaomi. Let's get you some water." He said, grabbing the blonde's hand before moving into the small kitchen. He watched Masaomi pace in a circle while he poured the man a glass of water, and opened the capsule that still had a few pills left in it and dropped it into the water. He handed the glass to Masaomi, already tipping the drink up to his lips. "Drink."
Masaomi chugged down the water, anything to get his throat hydrated again, slamming down the empty glass that seemed to satisfy the raven. Mikado smiled up at him, cupping his cheek. "Better?"
Masaomi gave a small nod, "Y-yeah. A little." He said, before he was pulled into a kiss from Mikado. Masaomi caved into the kiss, and moved his hand down to grope the smaller man's bottom which earned him a squeak and a slap against his arm.
"Masaomi!" Mikado scolded, his face turning red at such harassment, pulling back in the teenager's arms.
"Sorry, I'm an ass man." Masaomi apologized, smiling weakly before they both heard the door click open and stood face to face with the familiar informant.
"Sorry to break up this adorable, little scene here but I got a house call~" Izaya smirked, looking over at the two.
A/N: Don't forget to R&R! :)