Agh, I'm going to try to make less spelling/grammar errors this time. I feel stupid.

Anyhow, chapter two is here~! Hope it's better than the first one. I swear the story's slowly building up to the exciting adventure part! Though I'm just winging it as I go, so we'll see. :P

Also it seems the story's getting a littly cracky. Haha. Hope that doesn't detract from the enjoyment levels. :)

Mikado opened his eyes, only to find himself lying on the bed in the nurse's office. And beside him he saw...what seemed like an angel.

"S-Sonohara-san!" Mikado's eyes widened! What on earth was she doing here?

The bespectacled maiden gave a soft smile and said, "Mikado-kun! I'm glad you're alright! When I came into class this morning, it seemed you had been hit by something! You were lying on the ground, and I was so worried." Her smile faded into a small frown.

"You don't have to worry about me! I'm just fine! As you can see, haha." Mikado gave a nervous laugh and scratched behind his neck, though he then noticed that something was tied around his head. "Um...oh right. I think I knocked my head on my desk, so...I guess I fell unconscious? Haha."

"You knocked yourself out?" Sonohara-san showed shock on her face, though her expression soon returned to that of a beautiful smile. "Well at least you're alright."

Mikado laughed some more. He was positive that he'd probably made a bad impression on his diva here, but that probably wasn't what was most important at the moment. What was most important was that he had to figure this out, did finding a man in drag attractive count as being gay, or being tricked? That was the main issue here. And it was an issue that he couldn't consult with Sonohara-san. In truth, he had vaguely discussed the matter with Masaomi online the other day, but he'd been unable to really bring up the main point. The issue was just too...too wrong! Although Mikado fully understood that Masaomi would probably have a field day if he saw that photo.

Anyhow, that was enough of that. Mikado had much better things to do than to re-imagine Orihara-san in drag. Much much much better things. Like talking with Sonohara-san! Yes yes, that was an excellent plan.

"So, Sonohara-san...I guess we can return to class now!" He stood up off the bed and stretched out his arms. They felt pretty stiff, so he must've been out for quite a while.

Sonohara-san laughed a little in that cute way of hers. "Oh but Mikado-kun, actually right now is lunch break."

"Wait, really?" Shock. He was out that long?

"And it seems you had a lot of blood loss, so the nurse said you shouldn't try to move around too much for a while."

Mikado was torn between being distressed by how seriously he'd hurt himself and being in awe by the strength of his own head slamming skills. Maybe he could kill someone with such an impact! Not that he was planning on trying this anytime soon.

"Well I suppose we should just go eat lunch then! Why don't we go to the roof as usual?"

"Hmm, well actually, I already finished my lunch before you woke up. I'll still accompany you though, Mikado-kun."

For some reason Sonohara-san's words didn't do much good for Mikado. So far the day didn't seem to be so bright for him.

By the time school ended, Sonohara-san had already rejected Mikado on an after-school school play date. Of course it was only because she was a little busy today, but the rejection still hurt Mikado. It definitely didn't help for his dilemma either.

Usually when in times of need, Mikado would just as Masaomi for advice! But in this case, he just wasn't able to. Not that he wanted to interrupt his best friend's little outside escapade with his girlfriend either. Second option was to ask Orihara-san for help! But in this case, he definitely wasn't the one Mikado should be getting advice from. There was really only one real answer for who Mikado should seek out. The best counselor!

[So what was it you wanted to talk about?]

"Um well, you see..." Mikado twiddled his thumbs a little. He wasn't sure if Celty-san was the best person to be asking, but at the rate things were going she was probably the best choice. "This is about something that happened to me the other day! It's...uh, something about liking. Y'know, liking people." The conversation was already spiraling into an embarrassing direction.

[Liking people? Didn't you like Anri-chan?]

Celty-san was just getting more absorbed in the conversation by the second, it seemed.

"Um well, of course I like Anri-chan haha, but well," Mikado took a deep breathe, "a few days ago I saw Orihara-san dressed like a beautiful lady and I feel like I don't know my own preferences anymore."

[Izaya was crossdressing? I never thought that would ever happen!]

[But if you saw him dressed as a woman, shouldn't that mean you still prefer girls? I don't understand the problem.]

Mikado sighed. This would be hard to say. "Well you see, Celty-san...it wasn't the fact that I mistook him for a woman...it's the fact that after I learned it was Orihara-san, I suddenly...I..."

[Yes?] Celty couldn't stand the suspense.

"I...my heart rate must have increased tenfold! My blood all rushed to my head! It was like meeting Sonohara-san for the first time ALL OVER AGAIN." Mikado collapsed with his face in his hands. "I'm scared, Celty-san. I'm afraid."

Mikado could feel Celty-san's hand on his shoulder. She was probably trying to show him some more messages, but he was too busy placing his face in his hands to see it.

Eventually he looked up, first seeing [Don't worry! I'm sure this whole thing will just pass!] in front of him. He laughed a little, but it wasn't all that convincing.

He sat still for a second and just thought. Concentrated on the situation at hand. To Mikado, Orihara Izaya was just that friendly information broker who knew everything about everything. Mikado had never really thought about him in that kind of way before, but after the incident, it almost seemed too easy. Orihara-san dressed as a girl did make quite the impact, but it only made Mikado realize that Orihara-san was always that attractive. Mikado had only never really realized it before. In fact, why shouldn't Mikado find a man like Orihara-san attractive? He was the head of the Dollars for crying out loud, he could do whatever he wants. You know what? Mikado wanted a life of action. A life of exhilaration. A life that was different. And finding guys attractive sometimes was definitely not wrong! In fact it must be right. What else could it be.

Mikado stood up very quickly and shouted, "Celty-san! I understand now! I understand everything!" He looked at his palms as if the answer to the world's greatest mystery lay right there before him.

Celty-san looked at him confused. [So you've solved your problem?]

Mikado grasped her hands in his and looked her straight in the helmet visor. "That's right Celty-san. I think it's all clear now. I must be...bisexual."

Celty-san stood silently. She must've been very confused by how exactly he came to such a conclusion.

"In fact, if I want to be more abnormal, the first step should be to find a mysterious love. I should pursue this 'LOVE'!"

Celty-san took a step back, as if to say "what on earth are you talking about?"

However Mikado was not to be deterred. In fact he was probably drugged up on a high of adrenaline at this point from his new discovery. "I need courage!" he yelled to himself. "I can do this! I can become a real member of Ikebukuro! I can live up to my name Dragon Peak Emperor!" He then dropped what he was doing and ran out the door.

All Celty could feel from this new turn of events was worry.

Was it wrong that Mikado had decided to pursue a new love other than the goddess of his dreams? Mikado couldn't help but wonder if this was a folly or not. But the fact still stood that being a bit experimental was probably the best for trying to become one with the stranger crowd of Ikebukuro. "I'll just give this my best shot!" he said aloud to himself. Perhaps this little experiment will all end in failure and Sonohara Anri will remain as his destined partner.

Mikado swallowed and focused his mind. He was still not so sure about this new path in life he'd suddenly jumped onto, but he was intent on conforming into a true Ikebukuroite! A true mafioso badass. Although most Ikebukuroites were probably not this, Mikado was the founder of the Dollars. He also got free control over the Blue Squares from Aoba! Least he can do is become a l337 son of a bitch. Or something like that.

His first goal was to set things straight with Orihara-san! No, Izaya! That's right, they've known each-other for quite some time now! It's about time they were on a first name basis, right?

The door to Izaya's office slammed open and Mikado stormed in.

Izaya turned towards him in his spinny chair. "Aah, Mikado-kun! What brings you here?"

Mikado approached the desk and softly placed his hands on the table. "Orihara-san! I came to ask you some questions!"

"Ahaa, really now Mikado-kun. So what's the question? Shoot." Izaya glanced at Mikado before looking back at some papers he held. He also pushed up his glasses a little.

Mikado was a bit distracted for a second. "Um, Orihara-san...I didn't know you wore glasses! For some reason, I think they really suit you."

Izaya chuckled, "Did you just come to compliment me Mikado-kun?"

"Uh, no. I just wanted to know if I can just call you Izaya. And why you were in drag a few days ago."

There was a bit of an awkward silence before Izaya said, "Well if you'd like you can call me by first name. And about the other thing...it never happened."

"But I even have a pictu-"

"It never happened so hand me the phone please." Izaya stretched out his hand, motioning for Mikado to give him the phone.

Mikado paused. He knew this was it. This was his first trial as a real badass. If he couldn't do this, he was as good as some hick self-proclaimed country farmer who didn't even own any land. He lifted his hands again, but this time, placed them down on the table with a SLAM. "HELL NO, IZAYA!" he bellowed, a bit desperately but it was a good try.

Izaya arched an eyebrow.

Mikado started sweating a bit. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea...NO. If he kept this wimp attitude, he'd never amount to anything! Much less a badass mafioso! "Izaya...san, I think you look hot in a skirt, so I'm keeping this picture whether you like it or not." It still felt awkward to say just 'Izaya' but Mikado knew this was a step he had to take.

A snort was heard from the back of the office, but Mikado decided that it wasn't important. What was important was that Mikado got what he wanted. "Now tell me why you were in drag or I'm mailing this photo to Shizuo-san."

Izaya seemed perturbed. "Er, Mikado-kun...you can't be serious." Mikado's sudden personality change was a little surprising. But since this is Izaya we're talking about, of course he wouldn't be perturbed by this or something. He quickly recovered. "Well if you're so dying to know, I suppose I'll tell you."

Was it a hobby after all? Curiosity burned in Mikado's young teenage mind. At this point his gaze was practically burrowing into Izaya's eyes. Izaya then broke contact by looking a little bit to the left.

"Well, I have two sisters you see, and being the good older brother I am, I do my best to please them sometimes. I didn't know that the results would be so appealing to you as well though. I suppose I still have room for improvement in my job." Izaya spun once in his chair.

"To be honest, Izaya," Mikado paused before continuing, "...san. I think...I think you're really attractive. I think I've always found you attractive. Like, smoking hot levels of attracting."

In truth Izaya was feeling quite shocked. Or more like slightly shocked. He'd seen quite a few surprises in his life, but he had never been told he was hot by some high schooler he'd stalked before.

Another snort came from the back of the office. Izaya wasn't amused, but he had more serious matters to deal with at the moment. "If you find me so attractive does that mean you're interested in me, Mikado-kun? Because I'm sorry to say that-" Izaya paused mid-sentence. Mikado was chugging a thermos full of what looked like coffee. Black coffee.

The thermos clattered on the floor as Mikado leaned himself onto the desk. "Izaya, I just wanted to say that I'm trying to be open-minded for once. My eyes have been opened and I think I've understood that to be a real badass, I'm going to have to make you mine whether you like it or not." He then grabbed Izaya by the collar and kissed him. Hard. And he stuck his tongue in too. Izaya had no idea what the hell was going on anymore.

By the time Mikado had stopped, Izaya felt like he couldn't breathe anymore. He was confused and flustered. From the looks of that bandage wrapped around Mikado's head, he had probably recieved severe head trauma earlier and was currently out of his mind. Either that or he was high on coffee. Or both. That kiss was just way too good and way too French to be from a kid with virgin lips like Mikado. He wanted to ask, but all that came out was, "What the fuck." His snarky poker face was shattered.

Mikado confidently looked him in the eye, and he knew. He knew what was on Izaya's mind, and he knew what to say in reply. "I paid off Karisawa-san with a life-sized model of Utena to give me advice and intense training." Surprisingly, Karisawa-san's foresight was incredibly accurate, and Mikado decided that this assault was a success.

Izaya quickly made his best attempt to regain his composure. Though the first thing in his mind was when Erika had become a professional tutor in French kissing. After the thought came and went, he made an attempt to speak, but was still at a loss for words. Despite his ethereal beauty, he'd never actually been assaulted like this before. He'd usually either deflected the attack, or it was just consensual to begin with, but this. This was just...just weird. "Um," he finally said.

"This isn't the end! I'll be back," replied Mikado dramatically. He then dashed out the door, leaving behind a confounded Izaya and a thoroughly amused Namie in the back.

By the time Mikado reached home, he was incredibly red in the face. He couldn't believe he actually went through with that whole scenario. In fact, he couldn't believe that he spent so much of his savings just to be taught how to make people's knees buckle. Although...that kind of skill would probably come in handy in life, wouldn't it.

Well anyhow, Mikado decided that regardless of how embarrassing today was, it was probably a successful step towards his goal of becoming a 'badass mafioso'. He'd even subscribed to Badass Monthly to get the latest tips on how to be pure awesome 24/7.

For a moment Mikado thought that perhaps he should stick with pestering Izaya for now, but no. An open mind is an Ikebukuroian mind. Tomorrow will be a new day. New goals. And new prospects. Mikado knew that he would be needing to replace the thermos he forgot at Izaya's and quickly restock on his coffee supply. That stuff sure helped to boost confidence. Or at least Mikado liked to think that it did. Whatever the point was, Badass Monthly said black coffee was the way to go, so black coffee it would be.

End of chapter 2!

Haha yeah. This is what I get when I wing things. Well whatever!