Sorry for the late update. Sadly, I'm still not on summer vacation yet (Get out on the 24th). But anyway, thanks for waiting patiently. I'll let you know now that I've pretty much thought out the whole story. I just have to put it into words. The next update might take a while. I'm moving this summer so it's going to be a busy summer. With that said, enjoy the story and have a great summer everyone! I'm sorry if this is a little OCC but this is what it came out to be. Oh and HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MASAOMI KIDA! :)
Mikado kept his head down as he walked through the bustling streets of Ikebukuro in the early morning, a look of concern on his face.
"I wonder how Masaomi is doing… He kinda took off all of a sudden." Mikado thought to himself. "I know, I'll stop by and see how he's doing." The black haired male raised his head continued onwards to Kida's apartment. Once he had gotten there, he ranged the doorbell and knocked on the door. "Masaomi! You in there?" Mikado leaned his head against the door. "That's strange…" The boy brought his hand to the doorknob and turned it slightly, noticing the door was unlocked. "I'm sure he won't mind if it's me." Mikado assumed and stepped inside the room. "Masaomi?" He called out again as he took off his shoes.
He looked through the living room, the kitchen, and finally came to Kida's room, which was shut. Mikado stared at the door for a moment and finally brought his hand to the doorknob and turned it slowly. He peaked his head in and glanced around the room, seeing his friend asleep on the bed.
"Still sleeping huh?" Mikado said to himself as he entered the room slowly without making a sound. He walked over to his friend's bedside and looked over him. He lay on his side facing the wall. Blankets covered him completely. "He's sound asleep. I wonder what went on yesterday?" Mikado's thoughts stopped when he heard the blonde groaned and he took a step back.
"Ngh…" Kida groaned and turned over, lying on his back.
"I could only imagine what you're dreaming about Masaomi." Mikado sighed. He looked at his friend's face and noticed red marks running down his neck. "What the?" The black haired male carefully lifted the sheet to get a better view of the blonde's neck and then set it down again.
"Ugh…" The blonde groaned again and turned away. Mikado noticed his foot was sticking out of the sheet and looked at his friend.
"Forgive me Masaomi." Mikado said as he lifted the sheet that covered the blonde's legs and examined him. The boy's eyes widened. Bruises were spread across his thighs and legs. Mikado set the blanket down again and clenched his fists. "Orihara… Enough is enough."
Mikado sprinted through the city looking for any sign of the informant. After searching for a while, he heard a loud bang.
"IZAYA!"
Mikado jumped up and followed the voice. Once he turned the corner, he saw no other than Shizuo Heiwajima cornering Orihara in an alley.
"I thought I told you to never show your face around here! What are you doing here!" The bartender yelled as he ran towards the informant without giving him a chance to explain himself. Orihara dodged the oncoming charge and ran towards Mikado's direction.
"Heh. Come on!" Orihara said as he took hold of Mikado's arm and dragged him out of the alley.
"Hey let go!" Mikado yelled.
"Can't. Can't you see were in the middle of something?" Orihara said as they continued running. The two males ran through streets and turned at every corner until they finally lost the bartender. Mikado, exhausted, took a seat at a nearby bench at a park.
"Man, why does stuff like this always happen to me?" Mikado panted.
"Ryugamine. We meet again."
Mikado looked up at the man who wore an unsatisfied expression on his face.
"Orihara. We need to talk." Mikado said as he stood up.
"Is that so? About what?"
"Enough is enough Orihara."
"What are you-"
"You know what I'm talking about!" Mikado raised his voice, silencing the older male. The two stared at each other for a moment.
"And what will you do if I don't?" The older male grinned.
"I'll do whatever it takes to keep you away from him." Mikado answered.
"This kid is annoying." Orihara said to himself. "Didn't you ever stop and think that Masaomi is in good hands?"
"Not with you." The younger male retorted. "And when did you start calling him by his first name?"
"Really, this is none of your business." The man replied as he dug his hands in his coat pockets.
"It is now. I just saw him. He's covered in bruises and-"
"What gives you the idea that their from me?" Orihara cut him off.
Mikado stayed silent for a moment.
"He'll tell me, once he wakes up." Mikado said finally.
"You know Ryugamine, I know a lot about you." Orihara said. "You and Masaomi grew up together until he moved. You've always hated your boring life." Orihara continued watching the boy's astonished face.
"W-What's your point?" Mikado asked.
"I'll just get straight to the point. " Orihara grinned. "You're the creator of the dollars."
Mikado's eyes widened.
"W-What are you talking about?" The boy stammered. "There's no way that I could-"
"Save it Ryugamine." Orihara cut him off again. "I know about it. Don't worry how I figured it out. Your group seems to be in a tight spot right now."
Mikado looked at the informant, listening intently.
"There are rumors going around that Dollars are involved with Saika and the killings happening lately. It doesn't look like you're on the Yellow Scarves' good side right now either."
"But that's not true. Were not involved at all!" Mikado replied.
"And who's going to believe that?" Orihara asked. "Say, if Masaomi found out about this, he'd be quite upset if his best friend, the creator of the dollars, hurt an innocent girl."
"But we didn't…" Mikado stopped himself. He was put on a bad spot and he knew it. Orihara planned this. "What do you want…."
Orihara chuckled.
"Keep quiet about me and Masaomi. Actually, I rather not see your face again. That, and I won't sell you out." Orihara grinned at the boy's defeated expression. "And I'll assure you that Masaomi is in good hands."
The younger male stared at the ground clenching his fists. "I can't give in to this guy… There's no way I can let him-"
"I'm glad we came to an agreement." Orihara spoke out. "With that said, I'll be seeing you Tanaka Taro." Orihara said as he walked passed the younger male.
Masaomi sat up on his bed and faced to his bedroom door. "That's odd. I thought I heard someone here just now." The blonde got off the bed and changed his clothes still thinking about what the informant said to him. "Anri is hurt because of Saika… and possibly the dollars."
"Morning Masaomi!"
Kida jumped up at the front door kicked open. He turned around and saw the informant walked in grinning.
"What the hell! Was that necessary! Who said you could come in here anyway!" The blonde stood up and yelled.
"What? I can't stop by and see how my Masaomi is doing?" The older male said as he took a seat on the couch.
"You can't just walk in here! What if someone sees?" The blonde stopped when his arm was pulled so that he was lying under Orihara.
"You complain a lot." Orihara said as he lowered himself over Kida, which made him flinch.
"Enough already!" The blonde struggled. Orihara kept silent as he watched the blonde under him. "W-What's with that look?"
The informant said nothing and sat up, letting Kida slip away. The boy stared at Orihara confused.
"Well that's new." Kida said to himself. Finally, Orihara stood up.
"So Masaomi, what are your plans today?"
"Well…I was going to visit Anri today." The blonde answered.
"I see. Well I suppose I'll let you go." Orihara said. He brought his face close to Kida's. "Let's meet again soon." He smirked and made his way to the door.
"What an idiot." Kida said to himself as he brought out a scarf and tied it around his neck.
"Anri!"
Anri Sonohara turned her attention to door and saw Kida walking towards her.
"Kida."
"How are you feeling?" The blonde asked as he took a seat. "I missed you." He flashed a grin.
"Better. Thanks for visiting." The bespectacled girl replied.
"Anything for you!" The blonde said enthusiastically. "Has Mikado stopped by yet?"
"Ryugamine came by earlier today."
"I see. He beat me to it huh?" The blonde chuckled. "How was he?"
"Ryugamine…. Didn't seem like himself." Sonohara replied as she lowered her head.
"What? What do you mean?"
"It looked like something was on his mind." She glanced at Kida.
"I see. I'll be sure to talk to him later." The blonde stood up. "Well, I hate to leave you here but I gotta get going."
"Thanks for visiting."
"Bye my sweet Anri!" Kida waved as he left the room. He continued walking down the hall pondering about his friend. Once he had left the hospital, he stopped in his tracks as members of the yellow scarves walked by them. The trio stopped and glanced at the blonde and then approached him.
"Excuse me. Are you Masaomi Kida?" One of the members asked.
"Hm. It could be. Who wants to know?" The blonde replied. The members exchanged looks at each other and continued.
"Kida, the scarves need you please! Our numbers are diminishing. Please hear us out!" The teen pleaded.
"I'm done with that." Kida replied as he walked past the trio. "I don't want to take part in anything you do anymore."
"But senpai!" A younger teen called out. "Were in a huge mess right now! Our members have been attacked by Saika."
"Huh?" The blonde stopped but didn't turn around. "Why is Saika involved?
"Please consider it Kida." The teen continued. "If this continues, our gang will disappear and not only that, innocent people could get affected by this.
"Like Anri…" Kida continued to walk leaving the trio dumbfounded. "Saika was responsible for Anri's wounds. They can't get away with that."
Orihara hummed to himself as he moved the chess pieces across the board.
"So what's the deal with the Kida child?"
The information broker turned his head to Namie, who was arranging books on the bookshelf.
"Him? I guess you could say he's special."
Namie gave him a confused look.
"What's so special about him? He seems like a normal teenager." Namie asked.
Orihara got up from the couch and made his way towards the windows, looking out into lit city.
"He's no ordinary boy." The male answered. "It's hard to explain in fact." He turned around when he heard the woman snicker.
"Oho? Has Izaya Orihara fallen in… love?"
The information broker looked at her seriously before turning his attention back to the scenery.
"And with a teenage boy? You gotta be kidding me!" She laughed.
"Says the woman who's in love with her younger brother." Orihara spoke calmly silencing Namie. He began to laugh. "Such sad creatures."
"So even Orihara has feelings." Namie said sarcastically.
"I'm already hurt just by hearing you say that."
Suddenly, the doorbell rang and the two froze for second before Namie walked over to the screen on the intercom.
"What do you know?" Namie said as she identified the figure. Orihara made his way towards her and smirked at the screen.
"Let him in and I suggest you take the night off while you're at it."
Masaomi walked into the information broker's apartment and was greeted by none other than Orihara. The older male paused and looked at the blonde noticing the yellow scarf hanging around his neck.
"Now, this is the Masaomi Kida I know and love!" He said as he patted the boy's head.
"I'm just here to talk." Kida replied.
"Take a seat. Make yourself at home." The older male said as he took a seat on the couch, followed by the blonde. "So you've returned." He grinned.
"Don't be ridiculous." Kida spoke calmly. "I'm only using them to get back at whoever is responsible for Anri's condition."
"If you say so. So then what was it that you want to talk about?" Orihara asked, not taking his eyes off the blonde.
"What do you know about the dollars?"
The informant grinned. This was his chance he thought to himself.
"You came to the right person Masaomi."
"Please stop calling me that." Kida sighed. "It gives me a headache whenever you say it."
Orihara laughed at the comment.
"Can we get back to the subject?" The boy asked annoyed.
"Alright then, Masaomi." The older male continued. "What are you thinking right now?"
The blonde gave him a confused look.
"Hmm. It couldn't be that you're thinking I'm the leader of the dollars could it?"
Kida remained silent.
"And that I was behind the idea of hurting Anri is it?"
"Orihara, if you have anything to do with this…" The blonde spoke menacing.
"Relax Kida. I have not relation to the Dollars whatsoever."
"…I don't believe you."
"Oh? You think I would lie to you?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm thinking." Kida glared at Orihara who just grinned at him. "Well?"
"So how's Ryugamine these days?" Orihara changed the subject.
"Why are you bringing him up?"
"How do you think he would feel? If he saw you like this?"
The blonde lowered his head.
"Aren't you jealous of him and his carefree life?"
"Listen, this has nothing to do with him." Kida looked at the older male.
"What if it did?"
The blonde froze and stared at Orihara's piercing eyes.
"What do you mean?" He asked curiously.
"Don't you think that's wrong? That Mikado is enjoying life, despite the fact that he's the reason for all this?" Orihara watched as the blonde stood up.
"This was a mistake. I should've known you wouldn't take this seriously." Kida said as he turned around. Suddenly, his arm was pulled back. "What the hell!"
"It's the honest truth and some part of you believes it." Orihara pulled the blonde closer. "The leader of the Dollars is-"
"You're lying!" Kida yelled as he pulled his arm away.
"Don't deny the fact Masaomi." Orihara said as he advanced towards the boy who kept returning glares. "The leader of the Dollars is none other than your best friend, Mikado Ryugamine."
The blonde clenched his fists as he tensed.
"There's no way…" He whispered.
"You know Masaomi." Orihara placed a hand on the boy's shoulder. "Information like that doesn't come for free."
The blonde knew what was coming but before he knew it, he was dragged to a bedroom and thrown on the futon with the grinning Orihara on top of him.
"H-How did you find out?" The blonde asked without struggling.
"I have my ways. You of all people would know that my information is accurate." Orihara lowered his face on top of the blonde's. Kida turned his head to the side and shut his eyes. "I'll say this again." The informant whispered in Kida's ear. "Your best friend, Mikado Ryugamine, is the creator of the Dollars." The older male pulled away and looked down at the Kida; He began to unbuckle the teen's belt off and removed his pants and boxers. The blonde lay still, still trying to take all the new information in. Without warning, Orihara thrust into the blonde making him yelp. For some reason, the pain was greater.
"W-why are you doing all of this to me…? Kida panted as he covered his eyes with his forearm.
The older male brought his hands down to the hem of Kida's sweatshirt and removed it so that the teen was completely nude. He grabbed the boy's hands and pinned them down on the futon and stared into his golden eyes.
"Because I love you Masaomi." Orihara said with another thrust.
Kida's hands tightened and his eyes widened when he realized that their fingers had interlaced with each other.
"Orihara… this isn't…" Kida gasped as he received a quicker thrust.
"Is this not what humans do when they are in love?" The older male smirked. He let go of Kida's hands and pushed the blonde down harder on the futon by his shoulders. "I love you, Masaomi."
Kida yelped louder as the thrusts continued. His body flinched every time the older male repeated the same words over and over. It came to the point where Orihara whispered it into his ear in between every thrust.
"I-Izaya…" The blonde was completely broken. He turned his head to the side as a trail of saliva fell. He eyes were half lidded and teary.
"I'm all you have Masaomi." Orihara said as his arms encircled the blonde's boy so that there was no space in between them. "In due time, you'll become mine for sure."