A/N: okay, I know it's been like..forver! since i updated, but i won't bother you with my rambling right now, i just want to tell you that i feel really bad for letting wait so long, therefore i made this chapter x-tra long, I hope you like it! without further ado, here are part 17 and 18!
Part 17 – The Might of the Media
Mikado could their voices call out to him faintly in the back of his mind, but his thoughts were somewhere else completely at this point. Because he could smell the raven's faint eau de cologne mixed with the man's intoxicating own scent; the informant's hair was tickling his forehead as he was bent over by the man, red eyes locking with his azure ones, and too quickly for his mind to follow, and yet too teasingly slow, the elder's lips pressed upon his own. Oh no..there it went again, his heart; thrumming so hard in his chest and clenching painfully, blood was rushing to his face and his eyes widened.
Why here, why now? All of his friends were watching at them, what would they think? He needed to push this man away right now if he ever wanted to be able to look his friends in the eyes again, but why wasn't his body moving at all?
He was like frozen, all he felt were the raven's lips against his own, those beautiful auburn eyes closed calmly, the man's breath against his face, the male's scent flooding his senses, his taste numbing Mikado's mind. The teen couldn't stop the small whimper from escaping his throat when he felt Izaya nibble his lower lip; trembling hands clutching desperately to the man's shirt's dark fabric; whether to push away or pull closer the boy himself didn't know. Mikado felt his eyes lid, his face was so hot, this simple pressure against his mouth made his insides turn jelly. Uh-oh…his knees were about to collapse, his head was spinning…
Ever so slowly, Izaya pulled away from the comparably chaste kiss with the teen, loosening his grip around the boy's waist; a small smile playing on his lips at seeing the highschooler slump down on the street without his support, facial expression completely dazed.
Smirk pulling on the corner of his mouth, he gave his pursuers a playful wink and waved a goodbye, before turning on his heel and skipping away from the scene, disappearing into the now gathered crowd.
Mikado still sat on the cold pavement, barely feeling the hard surface beneath him; neither really hearing the shocked and excited murmur going through the crowd nor feeling everyone's gaze upon him as he stared off into space, an inner conflict occupying his mind.
A soft hand on his shoulder pulled him out of his thoughts.
"….-ado…! Hey, Mikado..!"
He looked up slowly, meeting his best friend's golden orbs, filled with shock and a slight hint of concern.
Suddenly realizing all that had just happened and the situation he was in right now, the teen flushed a bright red.
"M-masaomi..-", he started, but was cut off by yet another blonde's anger strained voice.
"I think you have some explaining to do, kid. This time, for real."
Mikado swallowed hard when he looked up at the man in bar-tender clothing. The fake-blonde's facial expression was unreadable, but the flaring anger in the man's hazel eyes as well as the slight twitching of the elder's hand told the teen how much it took the ex-bartender to stay so calm at this point.
Mikado took a deep breath, palming his face with his hand. Why always me..?
Standing up on shaky legs and brushing the dirt of his clothes, he turned to the odd trio consisting of his best friend, a headless fairy and a misunderstood, violent man in bartender clothing; they all gave of the same shocked, dumbfounded expression.
"L-Listen…It's really not what you think…I can explain-"
Suddenly, Kida's eyes widened, staring at something behind the brunette.
"Mikado…", he cut off the smaller teen. Voice low, he spoke shortly, trembling hand pointing at the object of his shock.
"Turn around."
The brunette whirled around, jaw dropping when he saw the same broadcast flash over all display panels at the square.
The same scene was played on repeat all over: Izaya pointing with his knife, speaking something that could not be heard, but Mikado knew all too well what it was, and for the rest of the town, the text appeared as subtitles on the display.
"You will never get your hands on my lovely wife…"
Then Orihara Izaya bent down and captured a certain highschool student's lips in a kiss; the picture was zoomed in to their faces and Mikado could see his own face redden on multiple screens simultaneously; on vast display for everyone to see the informants teeth biting and pulling his lower lips gently, before proceeding to move his lips against Mikado's. The whimper the teen had given wasn't to be heard, but the desperate expression on the boy's face, with dark red flushed cheeks and slightly lidded eyes was caught on camera and on display for whole ikebukuro to see.
Mikado, who had stared at the broadcast in shock, let his trembling knees give in and fainted.
-xxx-
Mikado groaned slightly when he woke up, eyes fluttering open slowly.
"Hey, he's waking up!", Kida exclaimed, rising from his seat and stepping to the bed the brunette was lying on. "Are you okay, Mikado?", he asked concerned.
Pushing himself up on his arms, the teen took his surroundings in; he was in the nurse room of his school. The others must have brought him here after he had fainted. The cursed blush crept once again over the teen's face as he remembered the reason for why he had lost consciousness.
This was just great. Now he didn't only have to explain to his friends, but to whole ikebukuro.
Kida's voice brought the brunette back from his thoughts.
"So…there was really no girlfriend..?", the blonde laughed awkwardly, trying to loosen the uncomfortable atmosphere with humor. "I knew it was impossible after all...Hahaha…"
"Masaomi..", the smaller teen interrupted his friend calmly. His gaze wandered to the headless rider standing next to Kida and facing him with an air of concern the he could feel, even though Mikado couldn't see her face. "Celty-san…"
An angered growl directed his attention to the blonde ex-bartender standing in the corner of the room, leaning against the wall. Mikado felt his heart sting painfully when he saw the man avoid his gaze, eyes cold.
"Shizuo-san…", he addressed the blonde softly, ignoring the angered 'tsk' it earned him.
"I will explain everything to you…but I want you to promise you won't say anything until I'm completely finished. Also, please don't talk to anyone else about this, okay..?"
His last plea was mostly directed towards the blond man pouting in the corner. He looked his friends in the eyes, one after another.
Kida didn't look too pleased, but still forced out a grumbled "Fine…"; Celty gave him a short nod and nudged Shizuo in the ribs, making him give a displeased scowl, but finally nod too.
Mikado sighed in relief and starting explaining everything to his friends; how his parents suddenly showed up in Ikebukuro, how they finally told him about his father's gambling problems and the debts they were making, how they almost lost their house and fell into the trap of loan sharks and were unable to repay them and finally how his father in panic agreed to marry him to the man they were indebted to, in order to get freed of all debts, thinking that the man would back out once he realized that his parents didn't have a daughter but only a son.
"I only found out it was Orihara-san when the priest said his name at the end of the ceremony…And then everything went so fast, my parents had already organized us moving together on that day…"
During his whole explanation Mikado had looked down on his hands that were folded in his lap, fiddling with them nervously, too scared to look his friends in the face. When he finished, an unbearable silence spread in the room, no one daring to speak the first word. Hesitantly, Mikado lifted his gaze too see the others' reaction.
Kida stood frozen, dumbstruck; mouth hanging slightly open as if he wanted to say something, but closed it again.
The brunette looked at the dullahan standing next to his best friend and was shocked to see her shoulders shaking. Was she angry at him..?
A startled yelp escaped his lips when the headless faery suddenly flung herself at him, hugging him closely to her chest, still shaking with Mikado knew now were sobs.
Releasing him to type something on her PDA, she quickly shoved the message in his face.
Mikado-kun, I'm so sorry! I had no idea..why didn't you come to me, I could have protected you!
The dullahan's reaction seemed to have woken Kida from his stupor.
"I-I…Mikado…Izaya, that bastard! Don't worry Mikado, we'll get you out of this-"
"No.", the young dollars leaders stated simply, startling his friends.
"B-but…Mikado, why…?", Kida tried to express his confusion over his best friends answer.
"If I stick to the contract, it saves my parents lots of trouble; I really just want them to focus on getting on their feet again and regaining their normal lives. I was so naïve; I didn't even realize my father's gambling problems and kept bothering them with my trivial everyday problems while they have been keeping all this secret from me…"
"B-but you were here in Tokyo..! How should you've known..?! And even so, that's just too much-!"
Mikado smiled gently when he saw the faux-blonde get so worked up on his account. His heart stung a little when he thought about how much he was still keeping secret from his friends.
A small bitter smiled played around the brunette's lips when he spoke the following; the short flash of coldness in the smaller males azure blue orbs did not go unnoticed by the yellow scarves' shogun and the dullahan.
"Just think about it…if my father feels guilty about putting me in such a situation, his conscience will keep him from playing."
I didn't know he was so..calculating…, the blonde teen thought quietly to himself.
A minute passed, and no one in the room spoke a word; the silence became almost unbearable. No one wanted to be the one to break it; or rather, they simply didn't know what to say.
"So…", Kida finally spoke up, finally relieving the tense atmosphere. "What does it feel like to be a newlywed wife, Mi~ka~do?", the blonde teased, grin finally returned to his features.
The small lopsided smile it earned him from the brunette was totally worth the pillow that was smacked in his face right afterwards.
"I'm not a wife..! I'm still a guy after all!", the smaller teen protested pouting.
"You've got a point there..", Kida pondered for a moment. "You're a man…and a wife…I guess that makes you a Mife then!"
Even getting jabbed in the stomach doesn't hurt as bad when you can see your best friends face light up with laughter once again.
-xxx-
Mikado hadn't even realized the tall blonde in bartender clothing slip out of the room; but when the brunette turned to look at the spot where the man had been standing just seconds ago, he was already gone. Excusing himself from his friends, he left the infirmary too. Catching a glimpse of white and black disappearing around the corner, he quickly ran through the corridor to catch up to the dyed blonde.
"Shizuo-san…wait..!", he called after the ex-bartender, who stopped at his voice and turned around to the teen.
Mikado's heart stung a little at seeing the rejecting expression on the blonde's handsome features. He should have expected that Shizuo wouldn't take it as well as the others to find out the teen was married to his mortal enemy…
"Shizuo-san, please let me-", Mikado started softly, but was interrupted by the cold glare he received from the man. Exactly the same look he gave Orihara Izaya. But what did he do to deserve that..?!
"Cut it, kid..I don't wanna hear it. I should've known it…" The blonde's voice turned bitter as he spoke, averting his eyes from the boy.
"Whenever I think I've made a friend, the flea com-"
*SLAP*
Dumbfounded, Shizuo stared at the teen that just slapped him, standing in front of him. He blinked. Blinked again.
The slap hadn't really hurt; but that with his image as monster with inhumane strength a highschool runt who barely reached up to his chest of all people…had the courage to slap him in the face.
The small brunette's rain coloured eyes were glinting with anger; Shizuo could tell the kid was really pissed.
Plus the little jump the teen had to do in order to even reach up to his face to slap it was to Shizuo the embodiment of adorableness.
"I can't believe you don't want to be friends with me just because of the grudge between you and Orihara-san…! He has nothing to do with it; I want to be friends with you because you're a really nice person and you're fun to talk with. I didn't know you'd be as childish as to throw a jealousy fit over Orihara Izaya. You can have him, by the way, I don't want him; He's all yours."
The kid is pushing his luck quite far.., Shizuo thought to himself as he gaped at the now smirking teen, feeling his brow twitch in annoyance at the provocation.
Very few people dared to provoke him like that. Could it be…that the teen really wasn't intimidated by ikebukuro's so-called 'Monster'?
Shizuo felt a grin spread on his face as a strange warm feeling rose in him.
"You broke his nose, didn't you?", was all he said as he offered the teen his fist, grinning.
"Maybe~…", the teen answered mysteriously, smiling back at the blonde, bumping his smaller fist against the taller male's knuckles.
The sound of the school bell ringing to the end of the second period made them both jump slightly.
Smiling now shyly, the brunette scratched the back of his head sheepishly.
"I'm sorry for slapping you…", he admitted, glancing up into the taller male's mocha eyes.
"Don't fret it..", Shizuo waved it off, chuckling. "I deserved it, after all. I'm glad to have you as friend.", the blonde grinned down on the teen, earning a bright heart-warming smile from the boy in return.
"Me too.", Mikado smiled. "I gotta go to class now, I don't want to miss the third period too…", the brunette smiled and turned to leave slowly.
"Oi, kid-..uh..Mikado..!", the blonde called out for the teen once more, making said one stop in his tracks to look at the blonde.
"Hm?"
The blonde looked almost flustered as he scratched his cheek while mumbling almost too quiet to hear:
"W-wanna..hang around this afternoon..?"
Shizuo couldn't help a small blush from rising to his face when he saw a bright smile appear on the brunette's face, lighting up the boy's azure eyes as he spoke.
"Sure, I'd love to!"
-xxx-
Mikado could feel all eyes bore into him when he entered the classroom.
Please don't tell me…, he silently begged to himself.
It couldn't be that they all already saw..that broadcast…or could they..?
No way, they had school all this time, so how should they-
…Of course. Damned be those internet-capable cellphones.
The mortification Mikado felt increased with every group of chatting pupils he passed.
"Maybe it was all a movie scene and he was discovered by a talent scout!"
"Ryugamine? By a talent scout? No way in hell. He's probably trying to get attention again…"
"Ne, ne..don't you think the guy who kissed Ryugamine was simply GORGEOUS~?!"
"What's with that Wife/Marriage thing…? Do you really think he's married..?"
"Just look at his hand, he's wearing a ring!"
"Remember those kiss marks he had the other day…d-do you think they are from…?"
"Naawww, no way!"
"Oh my god, that's so…hot!"
"Are you serious..?!"
"Why not? I mean-…Everyone be quiet, he's coming!"
Mikado sighed deeply as he arrived at his seat, resting his head on the hard wood of the desk.
Please let this day soon be over…
A soft tap on his shoulder made him glance up. "Hm?"
The brunette girl who tapped his shoulder was with a small group of girls, all of them chatting excitedly and breaking out in giggling when they looked at him.
"A-ano…Ryugamine-kun…", the brunette girl spoke up, slightly flustered. "You're married to this Orihara-guy, right…? We just wanted to ask you…i-if..you know…"
"Did you two already have sex?", one of the girls asked bluntly, loud enough for the whole class to hear, earning another series of giggles from her classmates.
Mikado's face lit up bright red at the question; groaning he let his head fall back unto the desk.
Please, kami-sama…let this day end soon…
-xxx-
"They asked you what..?", the ex-bartender asked disbelieving while shaking with laughter. "Seriously, even his shoe-size..? The heck do they need this for?"
Mikado shook his head sighing. "Like I know…I'm so glad this is finally over, I couldn't have stood this giggling any longer…"
Groaning slightly, Mikado lied down in his back on the soft grass; Shizuo had found a nice and quiet spot under a big elm tree in the park. One could still faintly hear the city noise and the traffic's rush, but to Mikado it was an almost calming noise.
He heard the grass rustle when the tall blonde lied down next to him, sighing contently.
"This is a really nice spot, Heiwajima-san.", the teen spoke softly, enjoying the warm spring breeze caress his face.
His eyes flung open when he felt the elder pinch his cheek, glancing to the side to be met with two dark mocha hues, surprisingly close to him.
"I told you to not be so formal, it makes me feel so old…", the dyed-blonde complained.
Mikado couldn't help but snort at those words; it was exactly the same as a certain forever-21-year old raven would say.
"What's so funny, brat?", Shizuo mumbled slightly irritated, thinking the teen was making fun of him.
He brunette just shook his head with a smile, returning the man's gaze.
"Nothing, you just reminded me of someone…Shizuo-san."
The strong blonde simply loved the way his name rolled of the smaller male's lips; it held an affection he hadn't experienced in quite a while now.
"We should do this more often…", the elder spoke slowly, closing his eyes contently.
Mikado just hummed in agreement, not minding in the slightest how the taller male's head turned to snuggle into his hair, their shoulders touching as they lied in the grass.
It might be true that this man beside him was Heiwajima Shizuo, the monster who was able to break a grown man's spine with his bare hands; but right now, he was just Heiwajima Shizuo, Ryuugamine Mikado's friend. A man, as Mikado found out this afternoon, who loved milk and was a sucker for cute things. And whose calm breathing, ghosting over Mikado's face made the teen feel as secure as he only felt once in his lifetime before. Wrapped in a certain raven's arms, who had stilled his tears without speaking one word…
With this memory, Mikado drifted slowly to sleep…
-xxx-
Part 18 – Another Side of Me, Another Side of You
When Mikado finally woke up, the setting sun had already painted the bustling city's skyline a rich orange. Rubbing his eyes sleepily, he sat up slowly, feeling the blonde next to him stir.
Yawning, the man sat up too, brushing his clothes off the dirt and grass.
"Shit, how long did we sleep..?", the blonde mumbled, getting up and stretching with relish.
"Dunno…", the brunette responded, voice muffled by the attempt to suppress a yawn. He got up too, allowing the taller male to remove some leaves that had been stuck in his hair. When he was done, the ex-bartender ruffled through the teen's dark, soft locks with a tender smile, which in reward earned him an adorable chuckle from the boy.
"I gotta go now…", the teen said with a quick glance at his wristwatch, grabbing his schoolbag in the process. "There's a train leaving in 10 minutes, I might still be able to catch it. I still gotta feed Shizu-ko after all…"
The blonde gave him a dumbfounded stare. "Shizu..ko..?"
Mikado blushed dark red as he realized what he just said. "Err..y-yes…The cat we found last time..you remember it..?"
Shizuo nodded as he remembered the reason for why the brunette had suddenly started rummaging through a pile of garbage.
"W-well…I named it after you…", the teen admitted embarrassed, fidgeting with his fingers nervously, as if he half-expected the blond to get angry at him.
Instead, the ex-bartender just burst into laughter, making the brunette glance timidly up to him, just to receive yet another ruffle of his already tousled hair.
"You really are something, kid..!", the brute in bartender clothing chuckled. "But why after me?"
Mikado flashed the man bright smile. "Because it has the same beautiful eye color as you!"
With that, the teen turned and left for the train station, leaving a flustered and confused blonde behind.
-xxx-
This was something that Mikado definitely didn't expect, when he entered the Informant's apartment, slipped his shoes off, put away his school bag and stepped into the domicile.
He had expected to find the apartment empty and to be alone with Shizu-ko until Izaya would return from work late in the evening. What he didn't expect to find was not only Izaya-san's trademark furtrimmed parka, but also some unknown coat and pair of shoes.
He also didn't expect to hear voices from the living room, and he certainly didn't expect to overhear something that he was sure he wasn't allowed to hear at all.
"-ill one of us, we kill one of them; it's a fair deal. Tachibana-san was in charge of finances, so it caused quite the commotion. I expect you to find someone of just as great importance to them, if not even greater. Plus personal data for our hitman. I think this'll suffice."
Mikado could hear a clicking noise of some lock being opened, then silence.
The cold laugh that the teen heard in response send a shiver down his spine. Without a doubt it was Izaya-san, but his voice had a sharp edge to it Mikado hadn't heard before.
"My, my…You must have mistaken today's date, Nakamura-san~" His voice sounded cheery, but the contempt underplayed every syllable, which Mikado now realized must be Izaya's business-tone.
How scary…, the teen thought to himself, not even noticing how he quieted down his breath in anticipation, frozen on the spot.
"W-what do you mean..?", the man, who the informant had referred to as Nakamura, asked slightly puzzled, nervousness making him stutter slightly. Apparently, Izaya's aura had its effects on his clients too.
Another cold chuckle could be heard from the information dealer.
"Well, apparently, Nakamura-san seems to think it's the first of April today~!", Izaya chimed, before his voice suddenly turned dark and sharp as a knife.
"Because this amount of money can't be anything but an April's fool, now can it~?"
A loud thud could be heard and the Nakamura-guy giving a panicked yelp.
Without thinking, Mikado burst into the room.
"Izaya-san..!"
-xxx-
The raven as well as his client stared dumbfounded at the teen who had just stormed in.
"Mikado-chan..?", Izaya asked surprised.
The teen flushed a crimson red in response. When he had heard the man's cry he had burst in without thinking, expecting to see blood, a fight; because Izaya's cold tone made it undoubtingly clear that the raven wouldn't hesitate to kill the man who was with him, for whatever reason the other had upset the informant.
It turned out that the maniac information broker had just kicked a briefcase full of bank notes off the table, causing the money to spill over the white carpet and making the scene look like out of a mafia movie.
The man named Nakamura however seemed to have had the same thoughts as Mikado when he saw the murderous wicked expression on the raven-haired male. And there he went here thinking the information dealer he wanted to hire was just your ordinary underground worker who'd lick your feet at the mentioning of a known yakuza name as Nakamura and a briefcase full of money. Now he knew to not underestimate Orihara Izaya. With those events, he was more than happy for the little disturbance that gave him the chance to gather his money and get the hell outta this place before this maniac of an Informant could do worse than decline his offer and decide to let his flickblade speak instead of words.
After the man placed his precious money back into the briefcase, he quickly scrambled to his feet and wanted to make a run for it, when his eyes fell upon just who had saved him by storming in. Changing his mind, he sat back on the couch, quickly fixing his slightly greasy hair and trying to look as cool and intimidating as possible and shot the teen something he thought to be an alluring smirk, but what only turned out as perverted leer.
"Hey cutie…can't you see the adults are having a conversation, so how about you make us something to drink?", the yakuza guy addressed Mikado, hoping the condescending tone would give him an image of superiority, to both impress the teen and the Informant.
Mikado couldn't decide if it was disgust, repulse or simply disbelief over the man's arrogation he was feeling; apparently, those feelings must have shown on his face because he heard Izaya chuckle quietly. The teen turned his face to look at the raven, who just smirked back at him.
You look like you just stepped on a bug, the amused look on his face spoke.
Mikado bit back a sarcastic response and instead settled for a dazzling smile, bowing shortly to both men.
"Of course, Nakamura-san. Do you want a drink too, dear~?", the teen smiled, glancing at Izaya.
Izaya looked taken aback for a second, but decided to go along with the teen's game. It couldn't hurt to have a little fun with that pathetic little human in front of him, since he seemed to be of no other use whatsoever.
"That would be fantastic, sweetheart~", Izaya grinned back at the teen, the little nervous gulp Nakamura gave not going unnoticed by the raven.
Mikado kept the dazzling smile plastered on his face until he disappeared into the kitchen; the very second he was out of sight, the teen grimaced in disgust.
"'cutie'..'can't you see the adults are having a conversation'….yuck!", he mimicked the yakuza's voice appalled. He got out two glasses and filled them with some scotch he found in one of the cupboards. After a second of pondering, he took some cayenne pepper, chilli and hot curry spice and added it all to the scotch in one glass.
"Choke on it, Nakamura-dono…", he chuckled. He was just about to add some of Namie's rat-poison-sugar, when suddenly, he froze in his movements.
Just what exactly..was he doing..? He just burst into a conversation between Izaya and one of his clients…discussing a murder…yet he wasn't the least disturbed, or scared…
Instead, he used the fact that the man was obviously scared of Izaya-san to play some sick manipulative mind game with him…because somehow, he got excited by the image of seeing this little bug of human squirm in discomfort and sweat in nervousness, too scared to say something in fear of saying something wrong…ohh god, how badly he wanted to break at least one of the guy's fingers to hear him shriek in agony…
Shaking his head to get rid of those dangerous..no, SICK thoughts, he quickly brought the drinks back into the living room, handing Nakamura the spiced one without a second thought;
Fighting down a pleased smirk at hearing the man cough violently, he grabbed Izaya's wrist and dragged the raven into the kitchen.
"Something the matter, Mikado-chan~?", the elder asked with a questioning look.
Mikado sighed shakily, trying to fight down this strange side of him that once caused him to severely injure his kouhai Aoba .
"I-I don't know…it's just that seeing you like that…"
The raven looked slightly puzzled. "Me? Like what..?"
Mikado blushed, averting his eyes from the elder. "Y-y'know…you being so..cold and calculating…"
Izaya took a hold of the teen's chin, trying to force the boy to look at him.
"Are you now scared of me..?"
The brunette shook his head. "N-No…"
"What is it then..?", the raven queried further.
Mikado bit his lip in response, casting his eyes down. "Geez..you don't understand a thing, do you..?"
Izaya could just stare at the teen in confusion. He could read every human like an open book, so why was Mikado to him like a book with seven seals?
The smaller male sighed again, azure hues finally meeting the raven's auburn ones.
"You really don't get it…Every normal person would be creeped out by this! That guy just offered you a ridiculous amount of money to help him kill somebody, but you act like it's something normal. It's only natural that I'd be scared of you…!"
"Mikado…", the raven started slowly, but was cut off by the teen.
"So…why am I not scared..? I start thinking weird things, like how it'd feel to slowly break this guy's finger…And just imagining you threatening him with your knife…I..I can't help but to..f-find it…"
The last words were so quiet, the elder couldn't even hear them, staring in disbelief at the teen whose face was now glowing a bright red.
"What did you say..?", izaya asked the embarrassed boy.
"I-I think it's h-hot…! You happy now..?!", Mikado finally spat out, blush spreading up to the tip of his ears.
Izaya blinked a few times in confusion. Did he just hear right…?
Mikado growled when he heard the raven burst into laughter, jabbing the elder into the ribs out of embarrassment and irritation.
"D-dont't laugh…! You bring out a horrible side of me!", the teen complained.
"Sorry…~", the raven apologized between chuckles, holding his stomach.
"I'm just happy you like this other side of me~", he smiled at the young dollars leader, whose eyes widened and then quickly turned away from the informant with a pout.
"W-who said t-that I like it..?", the teen mumbled embarrassed.
Izaya just hummed satisfied and wrapped his arms around the teen from behind, nuzzling his nose to the smaller male's neck.
"I'm also glad I got to discover this other side of you. I like every aspect of your personality, Mikado…be it moe or sadistic."
Izaya couldn't see the other's face, but he noticed the gang leader's ear tips flush a darker shade of red at his words, chuckling at the words the teen muttered.
"…Idiot."
That sounded almost…like a love confession.
A/N: Phew. Please don't hate me now for all the stupid things i wrote (and all the things i DIDN'T write that you might have been waiting for, hehe...)
First of all, THANKS! THANKS! AND ONCE AGAIN THANKS! to all my readers, you guys mean so much to me! and all you lovely reviewers, I don't even know how to put into words how i feel about having reached 100+ reviews! YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST! I LOVE YOU!
HUUUGE thanks to Lockwyn Woodspire for a super lovely 100th review (even with awesome suggestions in it, that i can hopefully put to use!), to IShipAlmostAnythingYaoi for the beautiful word 'Mife' xD and once again IceDragon for always giving me great ideas to work with!
Alot of stuff happened, but I don't want to bother you with it, so I just want you to know that things are all better now, so you dont need to worry :)
i rewatched some Durarara! to get back into the fandom and decided to bring in boss!kado too as an aspect of mikado's personality, also to not sugarcoat izaya's somehow wrecked attitude, because that's just part of them, and i felt like it would deepen their relationship if they knew even the dark sides of each other and came to like them.
I hope you like how mikado's and shizuo's relationship is progressing? please tell me your opinion on it, and where you would like this to go or if it even seems plausible...
it's just that in my mind, mikado and shizuo already feel drawn to each other and can trust one another, i want to know if i'm conveying that right in the story, too.
please look forward to more, and i also hope i can feature some smut soon!
Tell me what you think, you guys keep this story going!
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