A/N : This is a request made by p. ageha. And here is my reply. I hope you like it! :D
How in the world did he get into this situation?
Mikado gritted his teeth in frustration as he slid down the door he was resting his back on. His fingers massaged his temples slowly, the dull ache not ceasing in the least, much to Mikado's chagrin. For now, there was total silence in the immediate area. A silence that did not bode well for Mikado.
It only means that Izaya had gone away for now, but Mikado would bet everything of his possession (not that there was much to begin with) that the informant had merely done a tactical retreat. In the span of time Mikado had the unfortunate luck to know him, he had yet to see Izaya just giving up like that for something the informant really wants.
Unlucky for him, the informant has an interest in him. Particularly, of him in a red hood and a dress apparently, if the way he's hiding in an empty room inside Izaya's apartment is of any indication.
The black-haired teen groaned inwardly in his head, mussing up his hair in the process. Why oh why did he have to pick the short end of the stick? Why the hell would the other students in the class wanted, no, forced him to be Little Red Riding Hood in the class play? Even Anri wanted him to, which kind of made Mikado a bit sad. And what did he ever get out of reluctantly agreeing? Being kidnapped by Izaya in the middle of the play rehearsal, that's what.
Not fun. And definitely not good.
A soft knock on the door he was resting on turned Mikado's attention back to the current situation. Right, Izaya had kidnapped him and now he's hiding.
"Go away!" squeaked the high school boy, half-turning around to face the door. A soft chuckle was heard from behind the wooden barrier.
"Now now, Mikado-kun. Don't be so coy. Open the door, I won't do anything. Promise~" said Izaya with a laugh. From the lilt in Izaya's voice, Mikado assumed that the weird sociopath found all of his running away quite amusing and he's pretty sure he's not off the mark.
"Liar! People don't call forcing another to whiff a chloroform-soaked handkerchief and kidnapping them as 'nothing'!"
"Aww~ But I have such big, beautiful obsidian eyes. Won't you let me see you more clearly?"
Hearing the obvious reference to the Little Red Riding Hood play, Mikado blushed heavily. "As if! You could hardly call your squinty eyes 'big' and 'beautiful'!"
"Squinty? Now you're just being meeean!" sounded the voice through the door, scandalized. "Mikado-kun! Come on! Won't you let me hug you with my large hands?"
"Argh! Again with the references! And no way in hell am I opening the door! You'd just push your hands up my dress again!" Mikado cried, now fully facing the door in the crouching position. Through the crack under the door, Mikado could see that Izaya was peering in, doing the same thing as him.
The only eye of Izaya's that Mikado could see curved in a smile. To which, the younger of the two thought, was somewhat pretty gross.
"Mi~Ka~Do~Kun~" continued the sing song voice. "Is my deep, charming voice not enough to convince you to open the door?"
"Now you're just being creepy, Izaya! Just let me go!"
"Hmmmm…But if I do that, I won't be able to kiss you properly with my –"
"Alright, that's it!" interrupted Mikado. He has had enough with Izaya's teasing, and frankly, he just want to go over to Kida's house right now and tell the blonde that he's okay. His phone in his pocket has been vibrating all this time and last he looked, the missed call count was 43.
Steeling himself, the boy readied his fingers before shoving them through the crack under the door, and poked Izaya in the eyes. Sure enough, a cry of pain ensued soon after. Mikado immediately got to his feet, flung the door open and rocketed through the living room, heading for the main door. Izaya was still on the floor with a hand over an eye, writhing in pain, so Mikado was sure that he couldn't give chase. And the informant didn't. Mikado was home free.
Izaya was still lying there on the floor when Namie walked in with the groceries Izaya had ordered her to buy.
"Ah~ I just teased him for fun. I wonder what he'd do if he knew there was a camera in that room recording everything?" asked Izaya cryptically, his voice sounded amused.
"…I don't even want to know, idiotic employer," replied Namie.
A/N : And there you have it! Don't be afraid to pass me a request if anything comes to mind. Thank you for reading! Until next time.