Title: - Reverse

Rating: - M

Main pairings: - Izaya x Mikado x Shizuo

Disclaimer: - I don't own Durarara

Warnings: Yaoi, language, Izaya

Summary: - Sequel to Reset. Mikado is now living happily with his two lovers but something doesn't feel right. He's had enough of dressing like a girl. It should be okay to change back again, right? Izaya x Mikado x Shizuo.

Dodging a bullet

A/N:- I had a lot of requests to do a sequel for this one, so yeah here it is. Enjoy.

Getting married. It's supposed to be the best day of your life. The planning could be stressful but on the actual day the church was all done up, the seats were filled and the music played loud. While standing in front of the church door in a lovely white flowing dress, the groom stands waiting at the alter for the two of you to finally join as one and enter into the next phase of your lives together as newly weds.

That was the way it's supposed to be anyway. Today however was a day from hell. Not only had this not been planned, there was no proposal or agreement. Yet there was a silver ring on a slim finger one size too small so there was no way for the band to accidentally fall off. The dress although beautifully embroided was too big, if there was too much movement an accident would happen.

Two familiar girls stood behind holding the back of the dress, one happy and loud the other quiet. The veil blocked whatever was in front. Walking blindly the specially made cuffs that bound her ankles dug into soft skin. This wasn't planned, waking up half asleep to be forced down the aisle wasn't fun. The music continued to play making her feet move in the only direction that didn't cause pain.

It was a slow and painful walk to the alter, though the giggling girls made it seem as if she wasn't being forced against her will. There was no point looking up to see the groom. Only one person would be crazy enough to think he could get away with this. "As I thought, you look beautiful." It didn't stop the blush rising at the gentle touch. The veil was slowly lifted crimson and blue meeting.

A quick glance around the decorated church showed that the seats were empty, the only ones here were Izaya, his two sisters and the priest that would seal her fate, binding her to the sneaky informant. There was no running and no escape. Sly hands slipped into her own clasping tight. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered her tod-" Izaya waved his hand.

"You can skip that bit." Why was he rushing things?

They had been living together long enough for her to know what was behind that poker face. Izaya was trying to hurry it along and glancing around the room for someone that should be there on the supposedly happiest day of her life. "Izaya, I want to do this properly." Crimson eyes narrowed suspiciously, after all she had been taught by the best. "Please?"

Stroking the back of his hand, she made sure her blue eyes were wide and watery, her lips pouty as she nibbled the bottom, it was a seduction technique that neither one of her lovers could stand up to. Sharp crimson eyes rolled, looking away. "…Its fine. Start again." Kanra smiled sweetly knowing she had brought some time. But would it be enough?

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to witness the joining between Izaya Orihara and Kanra Orihara." The priest coughed staring intently at her.

"You two aren't related are you?" Everything was working out perfectly. The mask was cracking, Izaya looked irritated. Shaking her head innocently she squeezed her lover's hand tighter.

"Not by blood." The priest nodded, happy to continue.

As she hoped they begun again. "Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today in the presence of these witnesses, to join Izaya Orihara and Kanra Orihara in matrimony, which is commended to be honorable among all men; and therefore is not by any to be entered into unadvisedly or lightly, but reverently, discreetly, advisedly and solemnly. Into this holy estate these two persons present now come to be joined. If any person can show just cause why they may not be joined together, let them speak now or forever hold their peace."

As is on cue the atmosphere became deadly silent, a loud rumbling surrounded them. "Tch! Carry on!" The priest was frozen standing completely still staring around wildly as if the sky was about to fall. Kanra hid a smile not wanting to show how relived she was. "Izaaayyaaa!" The two large doors at the back slammed open banging back against the walls.

There in the doorway stood her other lover, the more protective of the two. Shizuo Heiwajima the fortissimo of Ikebukuro and the owner of half her heart. Kanra couldn't take her eyes away drinking in every inch, the sun beaming in to highlight the faux blond hair. To everyone else he was a monster but to her he was an angel, someone that would protect her from everything. Trying to take a step forward the cuffs dug into her ankles.

Their locked gaze broke as she was pulled back to face her manipulative lover. "Priest-san, you can continue." Glancing up she knew there was no way that was going to happen. The man looked terrified clutching his cross and mumbling what sounded like a prayer. "Tch! Shizu-chan, fancy seeing you here." The reply was an angry growl.

Kanra read the situation knowing if someone didn't stop the two strongest from fighting then the church was going to look like a graveyard. Breaking Izaya's hold on her, she hiked up the long dress attempting to run forward. As expected the cuffs stopped her sending her sprawling to the floor. "Ow!" Both of them were by her side in an instant, a smile touched her lips as she was swept off her feet into the blond's strong arms.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, head on his shoulder as she was held bridal style. Izaya was checking her head for any injuries where she had face planted. "You didn't get hurt?" Shaking her head she relaxed knowing everything was okay. "Shizu-chan, why did you interfere?" It looked like another argument was going to break out. The two strongest would still fight but not as bad as before. The three of them were living together.

Kanra flushed when the flowing material was pulled further up her legs revealing the cuffs. "I knew you were up to something. What the hell are these?" Within seconds the middle of the cuffs had snapped allowing movement. "Sorry. I can't risk breaking them completely." All over again she was falling in love.

"Its okay, I just want to go home."

"Any problems? Flea." Shizuo's voice was cold, even as he held her gently. "You're sleeping on the sofa tonight." Here they go again. The informant gasped.

"Shizu-chan, it was only a joke." Both she and the blond showed their distaste. "Or could it be you're jealous? You can be the mistress." Kanra could hear the volcanic temper rumble under the surface. Reaching up she gently touched his cheek.

"Shizuo, can we go home now?"

Without another word her lover carried her from the church as Izaya skipped beside them keeping up with ease. It was more than a little embarrassing since everyone was staring at them. "This isn't fair, it looks like you two are the ones that got married." She could feel coffee and crimson clash again.

"Shut up, flea." This was everyday life and she wouldn't change it for the world.

Well actually there was something she would change. There had been a chance to change back which had been taken away. "Shizu-chan I want to carry her." Kanra tightened her grip. "Kanra-chan, don't be mad." Angry was an understatement. Right now if she had her knife she would be using it.

It was Izaya that unlocked the door letting them in before her other lover smashed it again. At last they were home. "Take the cuffs off." A small key fit into each lock the heavy cuffs hitting the floor. Her legs wobbled a bit as Shizuo tried to set her down.

"Can you stand? Flea! They left a mark." Sure enough there were deep red indents across her skin. For once the raven looked guilty, running his fingers along each one.

She wasn't surprised when she was back in strong arms and carried into the large bedroom that they all shared. Kanra was set gently onto the bed, unclipping the veil, it was placed on the bed while she moved her long raven hair out of the way. It was Izaya that helped her out of the dress, unzipping the back. The sooner the dress was off the better.

It wasn't long before she was sitting in her lace bra and panties. The informant was smoothing out the dress. "We can use this next time." Kanra glared at him, reaching behind to unclip her bra and revealing her completely flat chest. If there was one thing she wanted to change, it was how everyone saw her.

The next thing to go was the long raven wig, because she wasn't a girl at all. She was a he living a completely new life. Shizuo ruffled his hair which he had let grow since there was no point in cutting it, so yes he did look more like a girl. His birth name was Mikado Ryugamine. It was thanks to Izaya and Shizuo that he was still alive and breathing.

Even though he had grown up ordinary, he was anything but. He had created a colourless gang for fun, the Dollars. The group had taken on a life of its own and he was the only one to control it. He alone was there leader. But with great power comes enemies. His wasn't the only gang in Ikebukuro, there was the yellow scarves and blue squares, along with Saika's army. It was when his identity was revealed that Izaya had to step into a burning building to save him.

His life had been saved and after some planning on the informant's part, his death had been faked. His new identity had been as Kanra Orihara, Izaya's sister. After a series of events and a lot of guilt, both Shizuo and Izaya had become his lovers and protectors. Those close to him knew who he was, even dressed as a girl. Anri, Celty, Aoba and of course his ex best friend Masaomi who had tried to set their home on fire.

But now that was in the past and he was still stuck as Kanra Orihara. Mikado had no intention of living his entire life dressed as a woman. As Kanra he had his own place in Ikebukuro. Now it wasn't just the two strongest of Ikebukuro, it was three. "Shizuo, Izaya. I don't want to dress as a girl any more." It had been the only thought in his mind. Putting on make-up everyday was time consuming and tedious, the panties were a danger to his growing manhood.

Crimson eyes narrowed. "No, things are fine the way they are." No matter how much he pouted or looked wide eyed and innocent it didn't look like the raven would change his mind. "Mikado-kun is dead and buried, Kanra." He knew that, after all he had attended his own funeral as heart-breaking as it was. For him to suddenly re-appear alive and well would cause a lot of damage, especially to his parents.

Shizuo ruffled his hair trying to cheer him up. "Its okay, we'll find a way around it." The blond was always the more caring of the pair, not afraid to show his true feelings.

"Shizu-chan, can I talk to you?" Mikado waited on the bed watching as his two lovers left the room. Even if it wasn't as Mikado it didn't matter, as long as he got to live as a boy. Opening the top drawer and removing the facial wipes he quickly cleared the make-up from his face.

Removing the constricting white lace, the teen slipped on a pair of boxers he had managed to buy, though they would soon be disposed of. He knew his lovers were worried about him, even if they argued, there was no doubt that the three of them loved each other. But everything seemed so long ago now. As Kanra he was working as an informant. The danger had passed. It should be okay for him to become male again. Right?