PART 6
DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.6
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Kida shivered as he looked up at the black silhouette that was pinning him down. He already would've pushed his attacker off of him with his feet if they weren't already tied down as well as his wrists were tied to the bedpost. It was in a basement with thick cement walls, he knew no one would hear him if he screamed - but just in case the attacker had gagged him. He tried to fight by bucking his hips to some avail, but that only excited the mysterious man more as Kida had been knocked out for a good while and woke up here with no memory of what happened beforehand, and the rapist, Kida had assumed since his pants were gone, leaving the bottom of him completely exposed.
“Get off of me!” He yelled, trying to wreck his body free from the ties. He moved his head up and headbutted the man when he got closer to him. That only left the gang leader feeling dizzy and he felt himself collapsing again. He felt a blade against his neck, nearly pressing into his skin before-
Kida shot up in his bed in a cold sweat. He panted heavily, glancing around quickly, only to find himself in his bed, alone. No one else was in his apartment. It was a small place so he easily would've seen if someone was in here and there were no good hiding spots where the possible intruder could hide in. Still, he slowly moved out from his bed, grabbing his wallet chain he left on his nightstand. “Hello?” He said barely above a whisper.
He was relieved when he did the fifth check around his apartment, finding absolutely nothing. He finally felt himself calming down before he heard his computer go off with a message. He jumped at the sound. He shook his head at his silliness and moved over to the computer.
Private IM
Mikado: Masaomi?
Mikado: Are you there?
Mikado: Where have you been? You haven't been in school for three days?
Mikado: Sonohara-san and I stopped by your apartment but no one answered. Is everything alright?
Mikado: Please call me.
Kida slouched, letting out a exasperated sigh. He couldn't tell Mikado or Anri. Hell, he couldn't even tell Saki, or his parents...or anyone. It could have been anyone. What if it was someone he knew? Why would anyone want to do something like that - to him? Okay, he could think of a few reasons but...why? What reason was it for? It killed him inside to think that a complete stranger did it just because. It made him sick. So sick -
Kida stood up quickly and moved into his bathroom, throwing his head over the toilet, and soon enough, he was throwing all of his conflicted emotions into the toilet. He heaved for nearly an hour before his body let him stop. He caught up with his normal breathing before he felt water welling up in his eyes. He laid his head on the end of the toilet seat, not caring anymore, he just cried and cried. It seemed like all he was doing lately. He felt completely and utterly useless, so pathetic, defenseless.
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Calls. Texts. Voicemails. Emails.
A hand poked out from under the blankets and grabbed his phone from the coffee table, sliding it back under the blanket. He flipped his phone open, going through all the messages.
“Five voicemails. Please put in your pin number.” Kida did as he was told, clicking the correct buttons.
“Voicemail, February 20th, 12:00pm. -”
“Masaomi. Is everything okay? I've sent you many messages through texting and e-mail. Sonohara-san and I are really worried about you. I know you've skipped school before but you've always texted back the reason. What's happening? Are you alright? Please call back as soon as you can.”
Beep.
“Voicemail, February 20th, 8:00pm. -”
“Kida-kun. I know Ryuugamine-kun called you at lunch today, but I just want to make sure you're okay. I've also texted you but I just got so worried - I felt it might be better to call, that maybe you'd pick up.” There was a long pause. “If you feel like you can't talk to us about it, I understand, but I do hope you're being safe.” Another pause, a more serious tone of voice came through the line. “If you're in trouble - you know we'll protect you.” And another. “Oh, I-I'm sorry, Kida-kun. I-I have to go. Please let us know you're okay!”
“Voicemail, February 23rd, 8:00am. -”
“Kida-kun~ I've gathered information that you're skipping school. Why is that I wonder? Did you go back to the Yellow Scarves? No, they disbanded, right? Did another gang recommend you? Is this about Saki-chan? Mikado has contacted me, hoping to get some sort of information for him. Don't be afraid to give me a call! Bye-bye!”
Kida froze after hearing Izaya's voicemail. He gulped, remembering the blade that was against his neck - but...did that actually happen during his attack? He had so many nightmares since then - all different scenarios, all still so torturing and keeping the memory that a rape even occurred so fresh. Though, would Izaya hide behind a mask? He knew Izaya and knowing that man, he most likely would've done it without a mask and rambling the entire time during the attack. “Yeah, definitely not.” Kida whispered to himself.
The rest of the voicemails and messages were from Mikado and Anri. He frowned, turning his phone off, laying it down on the bed. He gripped onto his pillow, fluttering his eyes open and close, afraid of having another nightmare.
Maybe he'd go to school tomorrow. Distractions seemed nice.
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“Masaomi!” Mikado exclaimed, surprised to see him at school. He ran over to his best friend, along with Anri following behind him. “Kida-kun!” She said, relieved. Their relived faces seemed to fall back into a state of worry when the blonde didn't greet them in his usual cheerful way and wave his hands to try and make his friends stop worrying about him.
Kida trudged his feet to his friends, he tried to force a smile, but he knew that his friends didn't buy it. He thought going to school would distract him, but he realized he couldn't just leave his thoughts at home. They would go everywhere with him.
“...Masaomi?” Mikado questioned, exchanging glances with Anri before turning back to his best friend. “What happened, Masaomi?”
“...Kida-kun?”
Masaomi lowered his head, he could feel his eyes welling up again and he didn't want to let Mikado and Anri see that. He felt his body tremble, shaking his head. “I-I-I-” he stuttered, balling his fists at his side. Why couldn't he just say what happened? He frowned, so pissed at himself. Why did he let this happen to himself?
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Wow, this is too sad. I love your writing style though author anon! <3
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Masaomi's Apartment.
Mikado heard Masaomi mumble something about making tea, but he reached out and grabbed Masaomi's hand. Masaomi turned to him slowly, with such emotionless eyes. It was unnerving the way Masaomi's eyes didn't reflect with excitement. It's like the life was taken right out of him. Mikado simply shook his head, smiling genuinely.
Masaomi knew that that meant they didn't need any tea. The two needed to know what was going on with him. He gave a small sigh and walked back, sitting on the edge of his bed.
Anri chewed on her lip, gripping onto her skirt. The silence was nearly killing her. This wasn't the Kida she knew. Mikado cut into her thoughts, breaking the silence.
“When you're ready, Masaomi.”
Masaomi gave a small nod.
There seemed to be a long, painful silence between the three and Anri and Mikado's heads seemed to snap up quickly once they saw Masaomi open his mouth to speak. Masaomi looked down at the two, he closed his mouth, frowning. He lowered his head, feeling so useless. These were his best friends. Why couldn't he tell them what happened?
“M-Maybe you can...text us? Or write it down on paper?” The short-haired girl suggested softly, looking up at her friend.
Kida motioned with his hands for a pen and paper and Anri shyly looked around for some but Mikado nearly scrambled to dig in his backpack. He took out his school notebook and a pen, handing it to Kida.
Kida placed the notebook on his coffee table, taking a deep breath as he pulled the cap off the pen. He pressed the tip to the paper. He slowly traced an 'R' on the paper. He moved to the next space, printing what looked like an 'A' on the paper.
Mikado and Anri leaned over notebook, waiting anxiously for the next letter that Masaomi would put down. Masaomi's breath began to shake, as well as his hand, shakily writing out a 'P'. Masaomi dropped the pen, moving his hands over his face, feeling the water spill from his eyes again.
“...Rap?” Mikado questioned. “I mean, yeah, it's pretty bad music-”
Anri's glasses flashed, her eyes went wide, locking eyes on Kida's. “...Rape?” She asked softly.
Mikado's blue eyes went wide, looking up at his childhood friend now. “Rape? Masaomi?”
Kida just nodded, before shaking his head, wrapping his arms around his stomach. He stood up abruptly and ran to his bathroom. Mikado and Anri frowned, looking over at each other as they just listened to their friend release his latest food in the toilet.
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Masaomi finally moved out of the bathroom, wiping his mouth with his sleeve, coughing. “Sorry...” He said, before noticing that a lot of his stuff was missing in his room. He frowned, seeing his best friend shoving his toiletries into his messenger bag. “...Mikado?” He said softly, looking around, noticing the absence of Anri. “Where's Anri?”
“She went home.” Mikado said simply, turning around and smiling. “Get what you need. You're coming home with me.” He said, offering his backpack back to him.
Kida's eyes reflected in blue ones, and he shook his head. “N-no. I'll be fine.” He argued, “I shouldn't have told you guys.
Mikado's eyes went wide at the comment, frowning. “Not tell us!? Kida, you were raped. You could've been killed!” he frowned, before pulling the bag back to himself and grabbing the blanket off of Kida's bed. “You're coming home with me and you're staying there for now. At least until who we figure out who this asshole is.”
Kida's eyes bulged at his friend's choice of words. He hardly recalled Mikado ever cursing, ever. Kida glanced away, reaching to grab his pillow. He knew arguing with Mikado when he was like this was useless. “Only for the night, okay?” He whispered to Mikado.
Mikado gave him a warm smile, grabbing the rest of Kida's necessities. “Come on, let's go.” He said, reaching down to grab Kida's hand, before feeling Kida's hand twitch and pull back immediately. Mikado blinked, turning to him. He frowned, Kida looked terrified.
“It's okay.” He said in a softer tone of voice. “It's just us.” He said, extending his hand to him again. Kida hesitantly took Mikado's hand and they walked out of Masaomi's apartment.
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Kida tossed and turned on the futon, whimpering. “N-no. St-stop it!” He yelled.
The man was different this time - the man was always different in his dreams. He felt the body press down against him, he felt the man whisper something seductive in his ear, calling him a good boy and to be a good boy. The man kept going on and on about how he was the prettiest boy he had ever seen.
Both of their heads turned when the door swung open and saw a sillhoute of a man with a phone in his hand. “I've called the cops.” The voice rang throughout the room and soon Kida heard sirens going off, but felt the head of a gun being pressed to his head.
“NO!” Kida's eyes went wide and he took in his surroundings. He was a little frightened when he realized he wasn't at his house but quickly realized who's place it was. “Mikado!” His head whipped around, still hearing a squealing sound in the apartment. “Mikado!” He called again, panicking.
Soon the blonde heard footsteps coming down the small hallway, he closed his eyes - not wanting to see who it was if it wasn't Mikado.
Mikado leaned down in front of his best friend, “Masaomi,” he said softly. He watched the golden eyes flicker open. He watched his friend relax, “Are you okay?” Mikado asked worriedly. Masaomi nodded slowly, still hearing the shrieking sound that sort of sounded like a siren. “What's that noise?” He asked. Mikado blinked, “O-oh. I was just making some tea. Did the kettle scare you?” Masaomi averted his gaze from the dark-haired boy.
Mikado let out a small sigh, smiling weakly. “Would you like some?” He asked, “you barely ate your lunch at school yesterday.” He stood up and moved back into the kitchen, pouring the tea into two small cups. He handed one to Kida - who waved his hand in dismissal but Mikado continued to thrust the tea towards the blonde.
“I won't be able to hold it down,” Kida whispered to him.
“Try,” Mikado said, “you don't have to whisper. No one else is here, Masaomi.” He said, setting the small cup into Masaomi's hands.
Masaomi pressed the cup up to his lips and began to drink the tea.
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Mikado logged onto his laptop after he finally coaxed Masaomi that it was okay to go to sleep. He offered his bed to him. He sat on his knees in front of his laptop, logging onto chat and the DOLLARS forum. He didn't want too many people involved in this case, it was sensitive and it wasn't a simple seek and find like it was with Sonohara-san.
Tanaka-Taro logged into the chat.
Kanra: Taro-san~~~! You made it tonight!
Kanra: Oh, it's been so lonely here, Taro-san~!!! ;A;
Setton logged onto the chat.
Kanra: Setton! You're here too!! Finally~! I've been waiting allll dayyyyy!!!!!
b>Setton: Evening, Kanra-san. Evening Tanaka-Taro-san.
Tanaka-Taro: Evening.
Tanaka-Taro: Can I ask you guys for help?
Setton: What for?
Kanra: Ehhhhh~? For what?~
Tanaka-Taro: It's about Bakyura-san.
Private IM from Kanra.
Kanra: Oh~? Did you find out whats going on with Kida-kun~? Oh, I'll have to be more swift with my work! I didn't get any clues!! How did you find out?
Tanaka-Taro: He told us.
Kanra: Us?
Tanaka-Taro: Sonohara-san and I. He...
Kanra: ???
Tanaka-Taro: I just need you to get as much information as you can once I tell you. Deal?
Kanra: It'll come with a price~
Kanra: but okeyyy~! What is it?
Tanaka-Taro: He's been raped. It's like...Masaomi isn't Masaomi anymore. I need you and Celty-san to help me.
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Your story is great!! It's so touching and I just love it!! You're a wonderful writer ^_~
Also, I don't mind weither it's an OC or an actual drrr character who's the rapist. I think it would be better if it was an OC though, since I can't come up with any character in the cast that I think would do such a thing. But you can take whichever you want!
Thank you so much for filling and sorry for not commenting yet... School you know -_-'
Thank you so much for filling and please update soon! ♥
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“Mikado..”
Mikado nearly jumped at the familiar confident voice. He turned from flipping the burger meat in the pan, turning around to see his best friend. He smiled gently.
It had been a few months and Mikado had kept the investigation with Izaya and Celty under wraps. He didn't want Masaomi to worry anymore than he needed to. Especially when he was slowly getting back to himself.
“Masaomi...you're not whispering.” Mikado said gratefully, looking up at him. He watched Masaomi open his mouth, almost like he was going to tell a confident lame excuse like he always did but he watched the blonde relax and shut his mouth once again, before glancing away. Whatever Masaomi thought must have stopped him from saying his next words. Masaomi usually always had some sort of sexual content to his conversations, which had probably stopped him from continuing.
“It was getting too quiet in here,” Masaomi spoke again. “It was...quiet. Too.”
Mikado frowned at his best friend's words. He knew what they meant. It was quiet where he was raped, when he was raped. He shot the blonde a weak smile, “Dinner should be ready soon, why don't you go take a shower?”
Masaomi sighed, before turning around, moving into the small bathroom, opening a cupboard and laid the towel on the counter. He started to remove his clothes. He pulled his hoodie over his head, throwing in on the ground. He turned and stared at the bruises and scars that still looked so fresh and had seemed to get bigger everytime he stared at them. Bruises and scars used to be something he would be proud of. The signified that he fought for his friends, he was loyal, he stood up for himself. Those scars he would show off to his friends and go on and on about how badass he was. Now, they were reminders of how he couldn't protect his own body. How would he ever be able to protect the people he wanted to ever again?
He pulled down his pants, kicking them under the counter as he removed his boxers as well. He turned on the shower, waiting for the water to get warm.
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Mikado had set two small plates of hamburger helper on the table for them along with two drinks. He heard the shower and the shifting of the water, signaling that Masaomi was indeed using the shower. He was thankful for that at least. In the beginning when he told Masaomi to use the shower, he would often find his friend standing in front of the shower in just his boxers, talking to himself.
He flipped his laptop open, figuring he could get some work done while Masaomi was in the bathroom.
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PRIVATE CHAT WITH TANAKA TARO, KANRA, AND SETTON.
Tanaka Taro: Has anyone figured anything out yet?
Kanra: Have you got me anything else to work off of? There are a lot of underground basements, masked rapists out there.
Tanaka Taro: He's stopped whispering. He's got his voice back, at least.
Kanra: Hm~
Setton: If he's speaking regularly, why not try to get Bakyura-san to talk about the incident? If he's...ready, I mean.
Kanra: Yes, and then maybe we can work on what were supposed to be doing~
Mikado heard the shower shut off and he quickly gave his farewells before closing his laptop. He stood up and moved back into the kitchen, sitting down in front of his plate. He smiled up at the blonde who was wearing a loose t-shirt, and very, short pajama shorts, tossling his wet hair across his face.
Mikado grunted as he felt the tent in his pants start to form. Fuck, why did he look so goddamn good? No wonder people wanted a piece of him. He was gorgeous. Mikado shook the thoughts from his head. Oh god, what was he thinking? This was his best friend. His best friend who just got raped.
Masaomi took a seat in front of his plate, blinking. “Are you okay, Mikado?” He asked, seeing his friend fidget. Mikado laughed nervously, shaking his hands in front of his face. “Ah, n-no! Of course not!” He smiled weakly, trying to will his erection down.
Quick. Think of something terrifying! Mikado thought to himself. Orihara Izaya. Getting a vending machine thrown at you. Erika and Walker going on and on about their favorite manga. Sonohora-san's boobs.
Kida blinked, raising his brows up at his friend's contorted facial expressions. “Are you sure, man? You don't look so good.”
Mikado felt the tent in his pants collapse and he sighed of relief. “Ah, no. I'm fine. Sorry. Stomach cramps.” He winced at his lie. Could he have said anything more girly?
Kida seemed to have bought it because he began to push his fork around his plate, taking small bites of his food.
“Masaomi...?”
Kida looked up from his food, over at his best friend.
“Ah, uh...do you want to...talk about it?” He suggested softly. He watched his friend drop his head, and he moved his hands up in front of his face again, waving them frantically. “Ah, y-you don't have to say anything if you're not ready yet! I-I'm sorry. It was bold of me..” He apologized quickly. “It's just-”
“Okay,” came a softer voice from Masaomi that seemed to cut into Mikado's rant.
The dinner table both fell silent rather quickly. Mikado waited for Masaomi to start, knowing this was hard for him.
Mikado noticed Masaomi twirling a loose hair around his finger tightly, knotting it. It was something that Masaomi did when he was nervous or scared, Mikado had noticed. It was cute.
“I...can't exactly remember everything. I have numerous nightmares with different rapists in different situations. It's hard to keep them all separated from...what really happened. They all seem so real.” He began softly.
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“If you need time to think about it before speaking, take as much time as you want, Masaomi.” Mikado reassured the blonde who was now fiddling with his hands.
“I never thought this would happen to me. I was supposed to be able to protect myself and other people. How the hell am I supposed to do that now?” Masaomi said softly, his hands balling into fists in his lap.
“Masaomi, this isn't your fault.”
“Then who's is it?” He snapped at the raven-haired boy which caused Mikado to back up a bit at his response.
“That bastard who raped you.” Mikado said calmly, frowning. Masaomi avoided eye contact for a long time with Mikado before he abruptly stood up. “I'm going to bed.” He stated, turning on his heel and walking down the hallway.
Mikado sighed, staring down at the two nearly full plates. He stabbed his fork into a piece of meat.
That went well.
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Actually she is doing it in the correct format. It must be your phone then.
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she needs to either reply to the prompt each time or the chapter 1 each time.
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Also, will the rapist come back again? Sorry, I'm just so curious ;~;
Thank you so much for writing this! You're wonderful! ♥
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I just want to give Kida a giant hug. ;u;
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