And I Wondered Why It Burned ♣Part 9 ♣
Masaomi does not leave Mikado's side after that.
They were silent for a while, the computer's keyboard clicking away. It was as if they were both embarrassed about their previous emotional outbursts, wanting to take their words all back. But what has already been spoken can't be unsaid. After a few pregnant pauses, the blonde stood up to go get a soda at the vending machine across the hall. Unfortunately, when he had stood up, in a fit of clumsiness, tripped over Izaya's messenger bag.
Silence.
Mikado starts to laugh(covering his mouth) and slowly it overtakes him. Pretty soon, both of the adults began to loose it ( Except Masaomi felt a bit embarrassed ) , and just like that they began talking to each other again.
( It was always that easy.)
Shizuo was in the cafeteria, walking toward his usual spot , the place everyone around him called 'Shizuo's table'. It was empty as usual, and it only seemed to inflate his bad mood. His lunchbox violently slammed down onto the table causing passerby to flinch and cower in fear. (They knew better than to be around that menace when he was in a 'bad' mood.') The main source of the boy's frustration was that Ryuugamine-sensei had not gone to class for the last past week. It made him irritated, and it made him worried. Countless times he asked his brother where the other was. "What's wrong with him? Why can't I go see him? I know where he lives...' But his brother could only blankly stare and say "Grownup stuff."
Kasuka always did that. He never sugar coated things, he just never said the whole truth . He was lying, yet it really wasn't ( if that makes sense). Shizuo, he remembers when he was five? And turned to his brother after he had destroyed a whole car( the neighborhood kids were bullying him) and asked the other, "Do the other kids hate me?"
And Kasuka turned and shrugged , " They don't understand."
"But I never asked you if they understood me or not, I just asked you that if they hated me. Not answering, always dodging the bullet and saying 'half truths'. That's just as bad as lying."
The smaller of the two had both his hand clenched and waited for the elder to speak up.
" That's what elder brothers do."
" Do what?"
" Protect the smaller ones."
He thought is was irrelevant and just accepted at that time as a 'Kasuka answer' but later on understood, and wanted to go back in time and tell him 'Thanks' instead of what he did do, which was roll his eyes and wandering inside the house to eat some more yogurt.
He wasn't a kid ,dammit! But he puts these thoughts and memories aside and focused on the lunch box his mother made for him. It had all his favorites foods in there today, and just as he was opening the latch he noticed his mother cut apple halves into rabbits. He just stared as a hue of pink appeared on his cheeks . They were cute, but no way in hell would he ever say that out loud.
He ate those first.
Sometimes Masaomi just stares at Mikado when he is preoccupied with something else . Like when he speaks, the blue eyed man always faces him fully and carefully. His friend's back always edged in his mind ,like his brain was a photo album. He couldn't tell the other man this, but he always showed such a sad expression wherever he went ( even if he was smiling) . Like, Masaomi could see the weight he carries fully, be it in a restaurant, or in the classroom teaching with Mikado's elegant hands on white chalk, it was always there and present. And who wouldn't be so depressed ? He thought to himself. That was the face of a man who had accepted his destiny, he accepted that the world basically told him ' that is all I can do for you.'
The man on the white bed continues to speak above a teenager that was sleeping quietly next to him. Mikado was speaking intently on the subject of the newest computer programs that surfaced the web a few days ago. " I'm making my own monster computer." He spoke excitedly. " I can't wait to add this new feature, it would go perfect with my system. " Masaomi nodded and pretended to understand when his friend spoke like this. He was always the intelligent one.
And then Mikado smiled , a rare small smile that made Masaomi question everything around. And in that moment Masaomi imagined what would happen if he fell in love with him all over again.
" You know, " Masaomi gives him a grin that he uses on women at a bar. " I never told you this, but you were my first love Mikado."
The other rolls his eyes and says , " You were always like that, you always fell in love with everything." The blue eyed man reaches for water. " Wasn't your first love named Kimiko or Himeko ?"
Now it was Masaomi's turn to roll his eyes. " No, I keep telling you, it was you! You were my first love, it's embarrassing to say, and I don't really know why I'm telling you this."
Mikado laughed as he drank the water and said " Well, I'm quite flattered? What do you want me to say.? Won't Saki-san become jealous?"
An exasperated sigh.
" No, she doesn't get jealous at all...I don't get that girl. What about Kasuka? Does he get jealous? "
Mikado smiles, like it was some sort of secret and says, " Yes, but he gets jealous like a child . It's never with ill intention. "
" Ah, romance. It's hard but I can't live without you!" Masaomi places his hands together as if in prayer, a ray of light leaving him on a spotlight. " Hey lets break up with Saki and Kasuka, it'll be just you and me and we can even leave our jobs. We'll go traveling through Europe, it'll be our grand romantic adventure filled with passion, love and sex, lots and lots of sex. "
Mikado smiled while showing his teeth, cheeks flushed and said.
"You're making it sound like some cheesy french film."
It was a bit sad but Masaomi was half serious.
He continued on anyways. "And then we'll get our pictures taken side by side at all the museums and restaurants. We could leave photographs of ourselves in every hotel room and lobby so people can find it and wonder 'Why were they here? 'They'll think ' Who were you?'"
" Alright," Mikado laughed. " Let's go, right now. We'll go on my magical hospital bed."
At that statement Masaomi plopped himself on the bed ( Away from Izaya of course )and landed right on top of Mikado.
" The I.V. Bag could be the gas fuel." He made himself comfortable next to Mikado, making sure the blankets were on him and he had a good share of the pillow ( the bed was quite big). " And aww shit, " He grabbed a remote in which to call the the nurses for help. " This could be the card keys."
" Well aren't you prepared? My transportation is cool isn't it?" Mikado turned his head to the side and beamed at his friend. " It can cross through water, we can pass by China if you want, then after that if we feel like it, to India, then when we finish conquering Europe we could go to America. You'd fit in immensely over there!"
The blond gasped. " We sure are busy guys!"
Mikado was laughing trying his hardest not to get too loud in fear of waking up Izaya ( poor thing, he thought , he looked so peaceful-
To Masaomi love was a leveler.
Love like Death makes everyone equal. It does not spare anyone, no one is exempt to it. In the short amount of time that he learned of his friend's condition he was torn between the two. Masaomi never had a time in his life that he wasn't in love with something. Be it a person, a food, a place or thing. But just up until recently, he found death to be a lot like love. It happens quickly and without warning. He kept thinking about those two subjects very closely.
Death, what could it do for him?
In death it can bring his friend at peace ( meaning Masaomi would feel better that his friend wasn't suffering any longer), but it would cause him pain anyways. Mikado didn't have any great dreams that he wanted to fulfill , there wasn't anything grand like winning a noble peace prize or becoming a celebrity. (Then it occurred to him that he had never asked his friend what he had wanted to become when he grew older; then he wondered if Mikado had succeeded.) Thinking about it in a perspective that wasn't biased Mikado didn't really have anything to loose.
But Masaomi wanted him to stay, because to him, Mikado was worth more than any valuable, more than his new car ( not that he'd admit it) and more than any other women. He was his true friend.
But what can love do for them?
'What does love have to do with anything? I either accept death, or I don't. I've always accepted love.' But truthfully, he hadn't loved the women he was with, what he loved was being in love, it was more like a hobby? ( But he can't call it a hobby with his mother, father, cousins, friends,Mikado, Kasuka, Anri (and maybe that dirt bag Aoba.) How can he be in love, he wonders, if he really had no clue what it was?
They continued to imagine their 'Great European Trip' with sound affects and narration . At one point Mikado tried taking the 'keys' away from the other ( I want to drive!) (No!) and they soon began playfully roughhousing.
" Alright, Mika-chan." Masaomi's eyes turned devious. " You leave me with no choice...SPIDERMASAOMI ATTACK!" He started tickling the others stomach causing Mikado to erupt in even more laughter. It reminded Masaomi of when they were kids. Even when Mikado was mute he would still tickle him, and when he would laugh, no sound came out. ( But the child- Masaomi loved that sound, it was like those dog whistles, it made a distinctive sound if that made any sense.)
" Just what is going on here?"
The two looked up from their compromising position, ( and thank god she couldn't see Izaya under the covers) Masaomi was on top of Mikado, his legs in between the others , his hands at the other's side while Mikado's leg was exposed because of his night gown.
" Ah-"
" Did you call for assistance? We received a call from your remote."
And sure enough they were pushing down the button ( they just weren't aware since they were laying on it).
" Ah , sorry." Masaomi sheepishly began. " I was just... playing and well-"
The nurse fixed her glasses as she walked back towards the door. " Say no more, but please try to keep those.. type of activities to a minimum , this is a hospital not a sex shop."
When she left , the room was a bit quiet, and the blonde looked at the darker haired male, and pinned the other down on the bed fiercely , and in a deep voice said-
" Now, should we continue where we left off, baby? I'll take you to the cosmos. "
That earned Masaomi a slap on the head and a light shove.
"Haha, Masaomi someday you'll be the end of me."
And he wished Mikado wouldn't have worded it like that.
" Rejected."
Well, Izaya was up. Masaomi rolled his eyes and climbed off the bed, staring at the teen with the messy bed hair.
" And you? What are you doing here? This isn't a place to hang about you know? " When the other merely stretched and yawned, he tried again. " Hey! I'm talking to you brat!"
Izaya opened one lazy eye, and exclaimed, " Ahnnnn, that was a nice catnap!"
"Catnap? " Mikado tilted his head. "Seems more like a tiger nap to me."
The teen chuckled and stood up, walking toward the restroom , throwing an empty water bottle at Masaomi in the process. ( Whoops, sorry.)
" Well," Mikado began, " I better start packing up, I'm being discharged at seven in the afternoon." But before the blue eyed man could get up a hand was placed on his shoulder, causing him to sit back down again.
Masaomi swallowed.
"What would happen if I did fall in love with you? "
Both of their eyes met, blue with honey; and in that moment the world stood still. And the other smiles, a smile that took over his whole face ( and Masaomi wanted to reach out and take a photograph of it) and said,
" You already are."
His heart skipped a beat.
"-But it's a different kind of love."
Masaomi wanted to tell him horrible things. He wanted to tell him exactly how he felt, how angry he was with things, he wanted to say the truth for once in his life and he didn't care if it hurt anyone's feelings. If Mikado were to die right now, then he wanted to have some kind of closure. Because maybe there is a chance I wont ever get to tell you this he thought.
" You can't make yourself fall in love with someone Masaomi. I thought, after all this time you'd learn that."
Courage.
"Mikado..when you leave...I just want you to know.." He began fiddling with his thumbs. "I've always wanted to tell you this. When you die, I don't think I could ever love anyone ever again."
The only thing that could be heard were people walking towards different rooms, the sound of food carts being pushed. And Mikado, he didn't even look troubled, he looked like Masaomi was speaking to him about a new television show, and titled his head.
"And why is that?"
The blond's knuckles turned white and he couldn't muster the courage to look the other one in the eyes.
"Because I'm a coward and my heart is small."
He was expecting judgment ( because he felt like he needed it) but instead was greeted with warm hands on top of his, and a head resting on his shoulder, and they seemed to say 'It's ok, I still love you.'
And that was all love could do for him.
'Can I sit here?'
Shizuo stared at a black I-phone, the Hiragana showing clearly the words she had wanted to say. What Celty Sturlson wanted to say. She was his history partner ,right? What would she want with him at this time of day? Surely not the project, it wasn't due in weeks, or maybe she is the type to start things early?
Shizuo grunted in response, and the girl smiled and sat across from him, ignoring the looks everyone else gave her ( She's sitting with the Monster!).
The blond continued to eat, his anger consuming him slowly, his eyes glaring at the food his mother packed for him.
" What do you want?"
He saw as she started to open her backpack, taking out her own store bought lunch, and she pointed to it , making gestures of eating food.
She wants to eat with me, he though. And his stomach felt funny and his hands began to lightly tremble. He was nervous, for this was the first time he had ever shared a meal with one of his classmates.
' I just wanted to get to know you. We're going to be working on our project anyway, and I wanted to ask you something.'
"What is it?"
She hesitantly picked up her cellphone again, she seemed to be in deep thought, analyzing what type of words she should use to get her point across. After all, she had wanted to talk to him for some time now. And this gave her an excuse to talk to him fully, under the pretext of the project of course.
'You seemed to be in a bad mood lately. I don't know why, but it just feels that way, no 'bad mood is too harsh...It's more like you are depressed.'
This person is good at reading others. He didn't say anything, so she took this as a sign to go on. She erased the previous message and wrote another.
'Is it about Mikado-sensei?'
He spat his milk out. "How did you know!" He shouted. How did she know? Did everyone know? Was he that easy to read?
The girl across from him seemed to be embarrassed and flashed her cellphone once again.
'Well, he hasn't come to school in days, and you two seemed pretty close...'
Shizuo's eyes widened slowly, and said carefully,
"We did?"
He began to smile absentmindedly, and Celty raised an eyebrow at this reaction.
'Yes, you were always his little helper in class. People get jealous of that, actually. Mikado-sensei is pretty popular don't you know? They even gave him a nickname as 'Moe sensei.' '
Shizuo was aware of this, and nodded.
' It's pretty scary since they even began making money off him, they take photographs and sell them. They are always in compromising positions, and I have no idea how they got them...'
It was the others turn to speak.
"How do you know this?"
She blushed and shamefully took out a small parcel from her backpack, she looked at it for a while until she began to imitate the hand motions of a cough.
'Because I purchased some.'
And sure enough there was Mikado in the school festival wearing a dress from the Drama club, ( they were doing a french inspired play) , Mikado in gym shorts subbing for a random teacher, and just plain Mikado smiling and bending over as he sweeped.
Shizuo complexion quickly darkened and his pants felt tighter.
'You like Mikado sensei a lot, don't you?'
When she said these words, her eyes widened, because what she saw, she was sure it was a rarity. Shizuo ( the boy who she heard of beating two whole gangs up in a bloodied frenzy, that psycho who with his monstrosity threw vending machines at others) smiled a tender smile, blushing lightly, his eyes were filled of uttermost respect -
" Like him? " He looks down shyly. " I adore him."
She continued to stare at him, and waited to see if he continued ( for it piqued her interest.) Mikado sensei, I can tell why he's popular with everyone at school. He's kind, a great listener, and he is very patient with everyone. But, to have this much influence on someone deemed a 'monster' by his peers...He's a force to be reckoned with.
'" He...He was my first friend." Shizuo stated. " When I'm with him, the world around me, it's..brighter."
When he said this, what came to mind first was her friend, Shinra.
" I can't describe it, but it just does. When I'm with him everything is much more interesting. I went to a 100 yen store with him two weeks ago, and I go there all the time for school supplies. But he wanted to walk along all the aisles and he pointed out things I never thought were there and he was just so..bubbly. I don't know, when I'm with him I believe that the world is much kinder. I used to see life like a black and white movie, but then I saw everything in color. Everything became rose colored." He paused and looked at the white rice in front of him. " I know he is sometimes sad though, I can sense it. If I were to describe Mikado, he would be like the sea "
He then remembered that time they played around the beach, when he had cried and Mikado hadn't teased him for it, but instead gave him advice and let him vent.
'The sea?' Celty wrote.
"All the troubles that he has, he just takes them. Ever since I was a kid, I had some sort of this sixth sense, you can believe me if you want. I don't care." He huffed in indignation. He didn't like telling lies. " I can tell there is a storm inside him. So, yeah, Mikado is like the sea. All I can see is the 'surface' and how serene it is, it doesn't show anything else but that."
" But sometimes," He added. " The sea can become angry. Tsunami's , Typhoons, floods."
And Celty only focused on the other, he had so much to say but no one would listen to him.
"He changed my outlook on life, if it weren't for him I'd still get pissed off at every damn thing." He began to point at a kid across the cafeteria. " You see that? That kid is trying to open that marmalade jar, for the last past thirty minutes I don't even know why that little idiot would bring one to school in the first place! It just pisses me off, and if it was the old me, I would have socked him in his gut for his incompetence. Can't even open up a fucking jar of marmalade, can't even use his goddamn mouth to ask for help, for fuck's sake."
Celty raised her hands, to signal for him to 'stop', he needed to calm down, and she was starting to get a little worried about her well being.
"Sorry,... but see?" He placed his hands open wide on the table. As if there was something interesting to show in his palms ( perhaps , besides also viewing the world in color now, his hands were also swept clean.)" The old me would have gone berserk back there, but..thanks to Mikado-sensei, I got better. "
"If he were to suddenly disappear one day... I think my world would loose it's color. " By this point, Shizuo was staring at his hands on his lap, they did not tremble, they stood still ( too quiet) . Then he raises his head. " I wouldn't know what to do with myself. The world he has shown me, I want to stay here." He clenched his fists, his voice was hoarse. " I like it here. That's whats making me depressed."
Celty found it hard to believe, that this stern and strong boy could be so dependent on someone else . He looked like the type to keep to himself, but here he was talking about their history teacher and school idol like he meant the world to him.
Shizuo looked up to see the girl looking at him with interest and concern, (she looked just like Mikado did that first time they ever talked in that classroom over a few months ago. ) Then he stopped. He just realized how much he had monopolized the conversation.
" I-I'm such an idiot. " He shoved some rice into his mouth. " You should have told me to shut up back there." He was afraid he had said too much, and he wondered why, why is it that talking to her could be so easy? She was mute ( you'd think that would be a problem), but Shizuo didn't even view it as any sort of handicap. He saw it the same as those people who dyed their hair different types of colors. He didn't really care. " When I start I can't hold back, I can't control my mind. That's why I get so angry all the time."
'Whose mind is it that doesn't suffer a loud take over once in a while? '
"That's true." Shizuo said . " But mine does it constantly. I'm not aware of the run in my mind at all. That's why I break things, because if I break things I don't have to think..no.." He blinked. As if he had made some sort of realization or he had learned something new in biology. " I don't have to feel."
Silence seemed to make it's presence known after the bold statement, the blond's eyes downcast, while the mute girl just looked at the other ( like she was forming some sort of assessment). The lunch room seemed to be very quiet, yet it was full with people.
Celty seemed to be in deep thought and proceeded to type out her words, and flashed the cellphone when done.
' Do you want to go to the sweets shop tomorrow after school ?'
Shizuo blinked. It was a very blunt question, yet he couldn't help but feel like butterflies were fluttering in his chest. Threatening to fly out of him, or maybe they were just cocoons, still not fully developed yet and felt ugly and plain. ( But hopefully, it was just change.)
' I like talking to you.'
[Advancement]
'What I'm trying to say is, I'd like it if we became friends.'
I'd like it
if we became friends
became friends
became friends
became friends
friends.
When he allowed the words to sink in through him, he felt like he had just experienced a metamorphosis . He then realized that maybe the reason he had always felt like a child was because he always felt 'stuck'. But just in this year, he had acquired two friends, and Shizuo felt like he had just lived an eternity. The friendship was doing him some good, he just knew it ( he hardly became angry , and he had even halted on destroying public property or objects in goliath proportions.) His hands shook less and less each day and-
So, no, he couldn't help but smile at the girl across from him. And she slowly smiled back.
Because that moment , they shared it together.
When Mikado was discharged from the Hospital at seven o' clock sharp, he made sure his things were in order. Earlier that evening, he spoke sternly to Izaya ( Make sure you get home early) and made sure to see him eat before he left. But of course Izaya only agreed to do as the other pleased if only, and only on the weekend he would help babysit his three little cousins, and, and of he would let him sleep over.
And the elder agreed, because for it's a fact, Izaya can be one manipulative bastard.
Mikado was dressed in white pants , brown men's shoes and a light blue capecoat, his breath could be seen in the air, who knew Ikebukuro could be freezing in February? He began to think about many things, like a year had passed by and gone. How he became close to some, and how can time pass by so quickly? He was almost out of time, he could feel it. That something was ending inside him.
But he lets go of this quickly as Shiki, his 'father' came to pick him up. Placing his luggage into the truck, the two of them head toward his apartment.
Mikado pours down some tea in a floral cup.
"So how is your company?"
Shiki is sitting on the floor, criss-crossed, like some general in the feudal era. With elegance and demanding of respect. Mikado always remembered him to be an impressive man.
"It's doing fine, pharmaceutical practices are always in high demand. "
The elder man enjoys the cup of tea, ( he has been looking forward to the taste for quite some time now.)
" And what about ..your other job?"
That other job was of course the underworld. Shiki never liked speaking about it with Mikado, ( he had wanted the other to remember his 'father' to be a decent man, not some Yakuza member. Corrupt, dirty.) So he replies with a curt answer.
"It's doing fine as well." He places the teacup and saucer on the Kotatsu table." Mikado, if you need help in any financial matters I'll pay for everything. Leave your job if you want, I'll take care of you -"
The younger placed a hand in the air.
"You don't have to do that." He stirs some jam in his tea. " And besides, being a teacher right now gives me a reason to live." Silence. " It gives me a reason not be sad about, well, everything. So please," he bows lowly at the other, his hands on the ground, pleading begging and in such a sad voice. " before everyone wants to take care of me, please don't take that away from me."
Shiki could only stare at the others skinny and frail form as he continued to lay low.
"It seems the only reason you want to keep on living is for others. Not for yourself."
Mikado does not get up.
"Is that wrong?"
Whats wrong and whats right?
Shiki couldn't judge, he never did. So he took another sip of his tea, and said,
" If you question yourself on your decision, it usually means your seeking for assurance. Is that what you are doing?"
This time, Mikado stood up .
" No, I'm merely asking your opinion."
"I can't say."
Mikado liked, that Shiki was the type of father who let others think for themselves, but sometimes he wanted to be held by the hand.
"Orihara Izaya." The elder man stated, not quite looking at Mikado but looking at his reflection in the tea. " He goes to Raira High. I'm assuming he's one of your students since I saw him lounging around the hospital yesterday."
Everything seemed to connect for him.
"Yes, " Mikado spoke cautiously, and a bit worried. "You've met before? Did he say anything strange to you?"
Shiki chuckled, " He's one of my underlings. I'm afraid what he says is the least of your concern."
This made the blue eyed man stop in his tracks, his eyes widened, and nervously began to stutter.
"For the pharmaceutical?" Eyes hopeful.
"For my other job."
Meaning to say, Izaya was working in something a child his age shouldn't be caught up in. Drugs, gangs, underworld.
"Izaya ?" Mikado's mouth was dry, and it was sad this was the first time he used his first name. " But he's so young.. he...no he can't. No. " He raised his voice . "No. I won't let him!"
Shiki looked at Mikado like he had said ' You should have seen this coming.'
"He's one of our young and brightest." Shiki began to tap his small spoon. " He's a pro informant. He'll be top notch when he graduates high school."
Mikado didn't care if he was the best at it. He didn't think he should do that. So he voice his thoughts.
"But, why would you let him? He's just a child."
Eyebrows raised.
"He wanted to, isn't that enough? It's not my say when I just carry orders from the higher ups."
"So if they told you to shoot at this certain man would you do it?"
Their eyes met.
"I would and I have."
Mikado knew it was wrong of him, to try to think that Shiki had never soiled his hands. But, how could he not put the man on a high pedestal? Once upon a time, he was his whole world.
"Then...if they told you to shoot me would you do it?"
And the elder replied without skipping a beat.
"No, not you."
Eyes narrowed.
"That's not right."
And the other says something he keeps on repeating to himself every time he kills, and every time he tries to comfort someone about murder.
"Not all people's lives are equal."
The refrigerator's low humming could be heard.
"I didn't want for Izaya to be involved in the dark side of things," He spoke quietly. " He.. he deserves much better! He can become something decent, he's smart, and hes good looking! He can become a model if he wanted to, or perhaps he can use his intelligence for business and finances or he could even become a talk show host. He has such charisma but he's just wasting it in the wrong things..."
Shiki began to imagine himself having a nice smoke in Mikado's balcony. Hoping the nicotine won't harm, the flowers.
"It's not your place to try to save everyone."
Mikado didn't say anything.
" Just accept that people want to take care of you. Just accept it." Shiki stood up and opened the slide in door. " Because ever since you were a child, you were always the sort of person that you have to keep your eye on or they'll wander off into the woods and 'forget' to come back."
He lit up his cigarette, the fumes intoxicating the air. He turned up Mikado's small Cd player ( and noticed the younger was listening to piano pieces.) A small tune played.
" Today," Mikado said in a daze, his eyes not really looking at anything. " Masaomi-kun told me that he would never love anyone ever again if I died. Me and him are a lot alike."
Shiki looked up at the moon.
" I've died once, when my mother died. And since then, I've never truly loved anyone."
Okay, sorry for the cliffhanger!
I'm doing a Hitman Reborn story too! So please read it once you get a chance. Thank you for all the feedback, thank you, thank you, thank you.
♠TITLE♠ And I Wondered Why It Burned
♠RATING ♠PG-15
♠WORDCOUNT♠ 5,948
♠SUMMARY ♠In which Shizuo realizes he's a train wreck, Izaya knows that they can see him ,and where Mikado desperately wants to show two young boys just what trust really is.Alternative Reality
♦NOTES♦ Shizuo/Mikado/ Izaya and other pairings. These are all slightly hinted of course.