Heehee, this is where it's getting interesting, people~
Warning: mention of drugs.
Mikachi: I was going to make him drunk, but then he would have to suffer a hangover :( didn't want that~ Not sure what is up with him, maybe he was smoking some random crap. Oh, he was smoking cupcakes! :D nah jk. That would be weird… Well, stopping the ramble now. Review and enjoy!
Tarochi: Lol Mi-chan I don't want to get sued so I'll just put the disclaimer up for you now.
Disclaimer: We do not own Durarara or any of its characters.
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~Chapter 2~
It was already Friday, and Mikado had been staring at Shizuo all week. The day went by like any other. After school, Mikado heard the usual shout and crash behind him as he rushed home.
-(le time skip a little)-
After Mikado finished his homework, it was about time for dinner. He felt like going to Russia Sushi, so he headed out the door, remembering to lock it as he left. Walking down his apartment stairs, he felt like taking a shortcut. He turned a corner and walked into an alleyway, only to see something lying unconscious on the ground a few feet away.
Taking a closer look, his heart stopped. He was desperately hoping that it wasn't what he thought it was. It was laying on its side, facing away from Mikado, but he could clearly see the blond hair and the sunglasses on the floor next to it.
He ran and knelt down next to the figure, his hunger forgotten. Turning it onto its back, he confirmed his suspicions. It was Shizuo.
Shizuo was awake and alive, thank god, but… he was stoned off his ass! Mikado didn't know what he had been doing, but it was obvious that he wasn't sober. Mikado picked up Shizuo's glasses and put them in his pocket while slinging one of Shizuo's arms over his shoulder. Then he realized he didn't know where Shizuo lived.
Looking up at Shizuo's face to see a blank expression, it probably wouldn't make sense to ask him where he lived.
"Oi…where are we going?" Shizuo asked, looking down groggily at the strange kid helping him walk. He had the feeling that he knew the kid from somewhere.
"My place. Do you know where you live?" Mikado asked, looking up at Shizuo while still walking. Jeez, Shizuo was tall. And heavy.
"Um…not…at the moment…" Shizuo said, a confused look on his face as he was trying to figure out who Mikado was.
"Okay. You can sleep at my place until you…feel like yourself." Mikado didn't think that Shizuo did drugs, so this came as a surprise to him.
"I know what…you're thinking. I don't…do drugs…I think…some asshole…spiked my drink." Shizuo said, not talking straight.
"Oh." Mikado sort of believed him. One, Shizuo didn't smell like anything other than cigarettes, and two, he didn't look like the type to do drugs. Once he started thinking about it, he believed Shizuo.
They finally got back to his apartment, and when they walked inside, he helped Shizuo onto his couch, tossing him a blanket and pillow.
"It's a good thing it's Friday, or you would probably miss school tomorrow. Do you want to call your parents?" Mikado asked, looking over at Shizuo.
"Don't live with my parents. They're a couple cities over." Shizuo said, looking up at Mikado with half-lidded eyes.
"Oh, okay. Well, if you need anything, just come and wake me up." Mikado said, turning to go into his bedroom. It looked like Shizuo's speech was returning to normal, but he had a feeling it would take at least all night for whatever it was to fully wear off.
He pulled on his PJ's, laid down in bed, and drifted off to sleep. Just as he was drifting off to sleep, one last thought echoed in his head. Shizuo Heiwajima is on my couch…My crush is laying on my couch…
:D was it good? Review! Next chapter is going to be… "fun" –wink- Let's just say that the weird stuff Shizuo had is still in full effect –evil smile- Mikachi out~ heehee and i guess i'll say what his drink was spiked with just for all of you to anticipate what will happen next -evil smile and whispers- roooofieeeees hurhurhur~
Tarochi: Mi-chan. All I'm gonna say for this chapter is: I love where this is going so far!~