A/N: Oh my god, it feels like such a long time since I've written! I've got an ACL injury on my left leg, and I've been on crutches for about 4 weeks now, so I haven't had a lot of time to write because school sucks and life is a bitch. But I returned to Fanfiction and I can't believe I hit over 10K views. Damn people, thank you so much and I hope my story satisfies your stressed brains and if you're not stressed then you're lucky. But here we go with another chapter. Please do enjoy ^^
"-kado…Mik….ado…MIKADO!" The latter's eyes shot open and flinched in shock when his best friends face was practically touching his.
"W-w-w-what?! W-why are you so close?!" His tiredness was long forgotten as he crawled away from Masaomi and his bed, hitting his head against the wall.
"Dude! I came because you didn't come out of the house! We're late, man!" Masaomi's face was supposed to be worried but for some reason he was hiding behind a smirk plastered on his sly lips.
"W-WHAT?! WHAT TIME IS IT?!" Mikado crawled around the room, randomly throwing thing out of his way to find his phone that he had forgotten to charge last night.
Oh please, please. Please don't be later than 8:50. School starts at 9:00 so just give me a few minutes…
He pressed the on button and shut his eyes in disagreement.
Tuesday, 12 June
08:56
"SHITTTTTTTTT!" Mikado screeched and scrambled up, zoomed past his still weirdly smirking friend, and jumped into his closet to find his uniform.
1 minute later…
Mikado jumped out of the closet with his uniform barely on, his tie crooked and his shirt wrinkled.
He ran out of his room into the hallway and took left into the bathroom to brush his hair. Fortunately, it wasn't as messy as he thought it's be and combing through his bangs only took a matter of 30 seconds.
He ran back into his bedroom to pull Masaomi out, but he was nowhere to be found.
"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOU CRAZY BASTARD?!" Mikado ran out and down the stairs in a hurry, searching for his dumb blonde smirking weirdo.
"WE'RE RUNNING LATE, HURRY AND- MHP?!" Mikado was shut up when a sandwich was shoved in his mouth and Masaomi had grabbed him by the wrist and was already running outside with him.
"MHPHMDH JNMNH PMFH!"
"I CAN'T UNDERSTAND A WORD YOU'RE SAYING, BUT YOUR WELCOME!" Masaomi laughed and they both ran together down the streets of Ikebukuro to reach school, just a little earlier.
"Masaomi Kida."
Masaomi literally jumped into the classroom and fell onto his desk, completely out of breath, while his classmates just stared at him with startled expressions.
"…H-..Here…"
"Tominaga Sae."
"Here."
"Sonohara Takashi."
"Here."
"Ryugamine Mikado."
Silence.
*Masaomi cursing in the back*
"Ryugamine-kun… isn't here then." The evil homeroom teacher finished taking attendance and dismissed the class.
Just when he had gathered his things, Mikado came into the classroom in a huff, red up to his ears, leaning on the door for support.
"Sorry I'm late- Ah." Mikado looked up to find everyone had left except for the teacher who had a devil-like smirk on his lips, gazing down at Mikado.
"Mikado-kun."
"W-what are you doing here?"
"I'm your homeroom teacher, remember?"
"Oh." Mikado mentally cursed as he remembered the incidents from the other day.
"You're late."
Mikado didn't say anything, but instead started to retreat backwards.
"Uhh, yeah. Um… I uh.." The shored haired boy's eyes scanned the area trying to think of a better excuse than 'I didn't want to get up.'
"Work! Yes, I was working."
"Work? In the morning?"
"Uhh.." Mikado already felt like he had lost that battle and quickly turned on his feet to flee the other way.
Izaya, winning over the boy with strength, speed, and knowledge, easily caught the boy before he even took one step outside of the classroom and slammed the door shut, pinning the younger against the door, placing his hand above the shivering with fear Mikado.
"Where. Do. You. Think. You're. Going?"
"…N-next class?" Mikado flinched, asking why that came out as a question more than an answer.
"No. No you're not."
"What?"
Before Mikado could get an answer out of Izaya, the taller placed his leg between the smaller's, causing a yelp to escape Mikado's lips.
"I-Izaya?!" Mikado knew Izaya too well that if he attempted to push the raven-haired man off him, it would just turn for the worse.
But I can't just stand here…
To Izaya's liking, Mikado's face was flushed red all the way up to his ears, his eyes dashing around the room, clearly avoiding the man's seductive gaze.
Now, Ryugamine Mikado, what will you do now?
A smirk played on the older's lips and pushed his leg further, creating friction that made the smaller's leg's shake and uncontrolled whimpers escape his mouth.
"I-Iza…ya." Mikado gathered all his strength and grabbed the sleeves of Izaya's suit. Another failed attempt that'll result in drawing in the enemy. Not a good idea.
Izaya took a deep breath and sighed, his smirk not leaving his lips. "I was going to let you go with this, but…"
Mikado's face lightened up for a matter of seconds, knowing that he would be able to be free of this embarrassing situation, his hands grip loosened.
Didn't Masaomi warn you? Don't let your guard down, otherwise you'll be eaten.
"You're still not calling me Sensei~" Izaya teased and chuckled when the look of relief disappeared off his victim's face, replacing it with a nervous flushed face.
Izaya finally leaned in and locked his lips with the boy's, slightly grinding his leg against the boy's growing member.
Mikado's face froze in shock and the male took his chance to slip his tongue in the other's unguarded mouth.
"Mmn! Nhg.." Mikado was confused. The moment their tongues met, not only his face felt red and embarrassed, but also his body felt like it was burning from the inside out.
What is this?
The raven-haired male grinded his leg harder, causing Mikado to moan into the kiss and blush even more, while Izaya just chuckled and tilted Mikado's chin to the side, deepening the kiss even more.
"Hah…mhg.." The taller man's tongue skillfully brushed against the younger's and licked each and every part of his mouth, over and over.
Mikado already knew that his pants had formed a tent, but Izaya was purposely teasing him. Izaya was waiting for Mikado to fall so deep into the kiss that he wouldn't be able to oppose, his legs would buckle and then beg for more.
It didn't take long for Mikado's legs to buckle and fall right on to Izaya leg, causing more friction.
"Ah!" Silence filled the room and Mikado wanted to go to a corner and cry because of that last embarrassing moan that came out way too loud.
Dear god I hope the classroom next door didn't hear that…
Izaya's low chuckle woke Mikado from his worrying thoughts. As if those thoughts weren't enough to deal with. Izaya was now leaning against the door, licking his lips, obviously very proud of what he had done.
H-he's so dead. Once I gain strength in my legs, I-ll…
Mikado's legs began to shake again and stumbled over to the teacher's desk to regain his balance.
On the other hand, in Izaya's eyes, Mikado looked like his own masterpiece right now. The younger's doe eyes were watery and his lips were a moist swollen red, that matched with his flushed face that he was trying to cover up with the back of his pale hand.
Beautiful.
"I-izaya…" Izaya resumed to staring at the boy's face, purely interested in the reaction he was about to hear."
Izaya had always found reaction the best. Nearly as much as he loved humans, their reactions were something that he was always able to predict, therefore their weaknesses were way to easy to find. That's where Izaya gets bored.
But he knew Mikado was different. After all, the boy was the one who perked his interest the moment they had met, and even after all those months, Mikado still remained as 1st on his radar.
"Y-you're so dead…M-my lips are...swollen.." Mikado's face was burning bright red and his attempt at trying to cover his lips was too cute of a sight for Izaya.
Izaya was startled. All the girls he had been interested in had all said things like, 'Izaya you idiot!' and ran off never to return again. But this… this was new. He'd never encountered somebody who just avoided the fact they had just kissed and complained about their lips being swollen.
Izaya broke out into laughter. He wasn't sure how he had met up with such a boy, but he was glad he did.
You really are interesting, Mika-chan.
"W-w-what are you laughing at? I-I'm serious here…" Mikado voice faded out, still hoarse from the intense kissing earlier.
"You'll be late if you don't hurry." Izaya brought up his right hand and glanced at his black watch, making contact with Mikado.
"Huh?" Mikado carefully walked over to the male, confused as to what he was saying.
"Two minutes. You're next class." Izaya answered with a straight face, that was intentionally teasing the boy.
"WHAT?! You should have told me earlier!" Mikado blamed it on the laughing Izaya before slamming open the door and running down the hallways to where his next class was located.
Next class…
Wait.
…
..
.
D-d-d-did we do that for… a whole hour?
Mikado stopped in his tracks and reached into his backpack to find his schedule. His fingers scanned the page until he found the right day and time.
1st period: Assembly.
Eh?
Assembly is only 15 minutes though-
Mikado's head flushed red at his own mistake.
"HOW COULD I HAVE THOUGHT THAT WE DID THAT FOR A WHOLE HOUR?!" Mikado stuffed the schedule into his backpack and ran down the hallway once again, passing by his homeroom classroom where Izaya was-
"A whole hour, eh? Should we do it then?" Izaya was smirking and trying to hide his laughter as he gazed down at Mikado who was now frozen with 'Did you really hear that?' written all over his face.
"Damn it, Izaya! I-I'll deal with you some other time!" Mikado made a break for it before Izaya could catch him this time.
Although, Izaya had already been satisfied for now.
For now anyway….
In no time, the day had already passed and Mikado was once again in his homeroom classroom, waiting to be dismissed. Luckily for the latter, Izaya had been called elsewhere, so someone else was covering for end of day.
Mikado could already feel the weight jump of his shoulders, knowing that he wouldn't have to deal with anymore ridiculous incidents today. He was tired and wanted to work at the bar and go home to sleep.
"Well then, if everyone is here, you're dismissed for the day." The teacher's voice was unenthusiastic and left before even the stampede of students ran out the door to go play.
Mikado gathered his things and quickly started walking out of the classroom and down the hallway to the stairway that led to the entrance gates. Basically, where freedom began in the afternoon and ended in the morning.
He was halfway down the stairs when he ran into his blonde best friend that immediately looked up at him with worry.
"Hey… Uh.. a-are you okay?" Masaomi asked in the most awkward way possible making Mikado remember another incident from today.
5 hours earlier…
Mikado ran down the hallways, face burning in embarrassment from the events earlier, searching for the classroom that his next subject was in. He wasn't sure, but his feet looked like they would take him somewhere that would perhaps look familiar.
God damn it! My face is burning!
He turned right and followed down a staircase that led to a large window that revealed how the world really looked. Though, such miserable weather really didn't suit his mood right now.
He mentally cursed and resumed running down the stairs, but ended up walking into something hard and falling backward splayed across the floor like a fish.
"AH! Sorry I didn't see you… Oh Mika-chan!" Mikado squeezed his temples to bear the pain before looking up to find his blonde friend's face right in front of his own.
"Agh, now my head hurts even more…" Mikado gripped the railing and lifted himself off the ground to meet Masaomi's height then he remembered what he was here for. "Ah, Kida, do you know what subject we-"
"Your lips. Why are they swollen." Masaomi's voice was drained from his usual happy filled tone.
"H-huh?" Startled by the sudden comment, the short haired boy covered his lips with the back of his hand.
Masaomi slapped the hand away and held his chin, carefully observing the injury while brushing his thumb over the moist red lips. "Why are they swollen? What happened?"
"N-nothing happened. I just… I just got into a fight with a friend, that's all!" Mikado hoped that Masaomi wouldn't suspect the latter's lies, because that was what he was good at.
A silence fell between them. Neither Masaomi nor Mikado exchanged glances, but they could Kida could tell it wasn't true and Mikado knew that he was onto something.
"Is that so." Masaomi hesitated before releasing his grip on the boy's chin. Masaomi glanced at Mikado, looking for more injuries when he came across something very unexpected.
"I-if that's so then…" The blonde scratched the nape of his neck carefully trying to put his words as polite as possible without embarrassing either of them.
"Then, why are you… hard?"
It was awkward. They were awkward. Mikado was awkward. It was awkward.
He didn't want to bring up their conversation from earlier on the staircase, but didn't know how to start up another conversation without it being the second most awkward thing ever.
Mikado didn't like it. He didn't like it at all.
Being the awkward person he was, Mikado decided to just cut things off as soon as possible so that he could go to work, sleep and come to school the next morning without having this awkward shit around them.
"W-well, uhm, see ya." Mikado raced past Masaomi before the latter could even open his mouth in an attempt to say something to clear the atmosphere.
"O-okay." Masaomi managed before Mikado swung open the glass doors and sped down the street out of sight.
Stupid, now its gonna be even more awkward!
Mikado arrived earlier than usual at the bar, in a huff he decided to wait until his breath came back before entering the bar.
Ikebukuro was busy today. There were many people crossing the street and cars filled the narrow streets while gangs were huddled up in the dark alleyways smoking and grabbing the nearest person to ask for lighters.
Mikado was only half finished looking at the sight when he heard loud voices from inside the bar. He recognized one that seemed to belong to Shizuo, but couldn't figure out who the other one was.
He hastily opened the front door and ran in to find the person he didn't want to see, sitting on one of the bar stools and Shizuo surprisingly handling the situation well behind the bar?
Mikado stealthily made his way to the changing room unnoticed by the two and quickly changed into his uniform, trying to think what those two were talking about to be able to be so calm around each other.
Once he finished tying the coffee black tie around his neck, he stepped out into the hallway and approached the bar area to be met by the two familiar pairs of eyes that seemed to welcome him warmly. A pair of light brown eyes that always looked so content and a pair of pitch black eyes that couldn't be read.
Another something he wasn't used to.
"Mikado, you're here?" Shizuo stepped towards the smaller and patted his shoulder lightly, motioning him to come next him.
"Good afternoon, Shizuo." Mikado seemed a bit tense, but Shizuo didn't mind.
Shizuo picked up the red hand towel and began drying the newly washed glasses and putting them in their original places.
Mikado followed Shizuo and looked up to meet Izaya's gaze that held a suspicious smile behind them.
"W-why are you here, Izaya?" Mikado dropped the formal speech and made sure not to say sensei.
"Hmm, well~ I was just passing by because of work. I've been terribly busy recently." Izaya glanced down at his nails, gently wiping the blood from his pale skin.
Busy, for Izaya, didn't mean a good thing. Busy, probably involved the lives of human being who were constantly being played with.
Mikado gulped and decided to ask no more, hoping to forget the gory images threatening to enter his mind. He shook his head and turned around to face Shizuo who was now finished with drying the glasses.
"Here, I'll take them." Mikado grabbed two of the beer glasses from the bartender's big hands and lined them up on the shelf just above his eye level.
"Mikado." Shizuo called. Izaya's eyes raised and Mikado turned around to face the two of them. "What happened?"
Oh. Oh no. Oh no no no.
"Oh, uh… I got into a fight with a um… a friend." Mikado gave a small smile followed by obviously fake laughter while he brushed his lips that had started to form a purple-red color.
"A friend?" Shizuo's eyebrows furrowed, slightly angry by the fact that someone had dared to hit his innocent angel the boy.
"Now, now, Mikado. We both know that it was Sensei, you had a happening with." Izaya intervened as he swirled the red wine in the glass and gave a small smirk to the younger.
Izaya you bastard!
"Eh? Why does Izaya know that it was your teacher?" Shizuo questioned after glancing at the raven-haired male.
"Oh, Mika-chan~ Didn't you tell him yet?" Izaya teased in his usual mocking tone and brought the wine glass to his thin smiling lips.
"Tell me what?" Shizuo was utterly confused, but way too nervous for it to be something trivial.
"T-that's um…" Mikado stumbled over his own words, trying to think of how he could explain it without the taller raging out.
"My homeroom teacher… got into an accident so he's in the hospital recovering… and…" Mikado started fiddling with his thumbs avoiding eye contact with the blonde male.
"And so, I'm Mika-chan's teacher now~" Izaya crossed the line and Shizuo went over the limit on restraint.
"IZZZAAAAAYYYYAAAAA! WHAT DID YOU DO, YOU SON OF A BITCH!?" Shizuo slammed one hand down on the counter and the other grabbed the collar of Izaya's white shirt.
Mikado quickly grabbed Shizuo's arm in attempt to cool the man down and tell him he was alright, but Shizuo was purely focused on the task of beating the shit out of the man he was currently holding.
Izaya let out a loud chuckle and grabbed Shizuo's wrist. "Oh, Shizu-chan~ I only gave him a small punishment!"
The words 'small punishment' pushed Shizuo over the edge and before Mikado knew it, the blonde had jumped over the counter and sent a flying punch straight into Izaya's face.