CHEATING HADES: Prologue / ??
Title: Cheating Hades
Chapters: Prologue/??
Author: luna_no_koibito
Genre: Human drama, romance, angst.
Warnings: cursing
Rating: PG-15
Pairing: Masaomi x Mikado (mainly), and other pairings
Anime: Durarara!!
Disclaimer: I don't own them, and don't wish I did because I'd be sorry for what could befall them （・＿・；）！
Summary: Ryugamine Mikado. In appearance, just a teen, in a new city, trying to get used to his new life, while voluntarily, and involuntarily, avoiding his overwhelming past. However, the line that is supposed to distinctively separate his past from his new life, is about to be erased; completely. (Mikado's POV)
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Cheating Hades
Ryugamine Mikado.
Eighteen.
Day five in Tokyo, Ikeburo …
Survived.
Yes … I effectively survived my fifth day in this city, in that school; in my new life. No hysterical crying, no nervous breakdowns, no existential drama. I am fine. No matter how hard it seems for my family to believe, I am truly okay, and I don't know what else to say to convince them, now that I was finally able to convince myself.
I am fine.
As fine as being me can be.
I have no complaints. Everything is normal, and there seems to be no major trouble at the horizon, just, my classmates are starting to become somewhat annoying “Don't you miss Osaka?”, “How about your friends over there?”, “Aren't you lonely here?” they keep bombarding me with all this courteous unnecessary questions, keep telling me that I can reply honestly, that they won't be offended if I turn out to be longing for all that I left to come all the way here; … as if they could even start to imagine just exactly what I left. However, I keep my cool, and simply reply that “No. I am really okay” and the displeased expression surfacing on their faces in reply to my sincerity, you should see it, priceless.
People are such hypocrites.
From what I have deduced, everyone around me seems to have reached the apparently obvious conclusion that I am forcing myself to lie. Aaaw … wrong; at least about the reason behind my lying. I lie, not because I'm trying to act though, simply, I just can't see how they could handle something I barely can myself. Thus, I would be extremely grateful if they could stop trying to become the uncalled saviors of my questionable soul. Seriously, I don't get people most of the times. And watch them, I give them a week to reach another conclusion, for example, that I hate Osaka or anything on those lines, even though I don't. In fact, I am quite fond of it, it is my birthplace, and the place where I wouldn't mind going back and die. However, do excuse me if I don't currently feel any sense of dying nostalgia about it; at least not after what happened, which made it necessary for me to come to Ikeburo, as decided by my parents, and this time, for the first time in my life, I agreed with them.
Thus, I will stay here, in Ikebukuro, long enough for some people in Osaka to possibly forget, and perhaps even forgive my existence, even though I know very well that it would be asking for too much from them; but I can only hope uh? Ah! no, not really. I am quite the realistic person, and also a tad cynical (if you haven't yet noticed), so I won't do such an delusive thing as hoping, because I am pretty sure, that for that particular group of people in Osaka, I have absolutely no right to do so, not when, like all the other three; I should be dead.
Yeah … don't really feel like talking about death at the moment, not unless you want to see me crumble in an unsightly depressive mess, which will be then followed by one of my customary migraines, and I might also faint in the process of this joyous festivity between my mind and body. To be more specific, I have migralepsy, amusing name isn't it? It is very amusing indeed, and the way I see it, the worst a disease, the funnier, or weirder, the name. What is migralepsy? Well, let me try and explain, I get migraines that can last for quite a while, said migraines are combined with epilepsy, thus the name migralepsy. However, I do not just get regular epileptic attacks, I have complex partial seizures, which have many symptoms, in my case sight impairment, as a consequence I don't see anything until either the migraine or the epileptic attack, or both, are over. Moreover, In cases when the migraine itself is excruciating I might also end up fainting; charming uh? I've had it since I came into this world, and “it is my first time, coming across a patient, who seems to have combined retinal migraine and complex seizure. It is an extremely rare conditions” once explained my physician, Dr. Kishitani Shinra, when I turned into an age capable of understanding what was happening to me “... and doesn't that make me so much more special” I had replied in all my cynical politeness. Dr. Kishitani though seems not to mind my cynicism at all, in fact, I am pretty sure he is quite fond of me which; I still don't know how to feel about that.
However, bitterness, sarcasm, and unfriendliness aside, I have indeed promised my parents that I would stay away from trouble. So here I am, day five, in my best behavior, living a peaceful life, in the somewhat peaceful Ikebukuro. Rather than peaceful though, I'd say ...weird. I'll explain. Where people around me are plain annoying, and their lives quite normal and boring, those closer to me are particular beings. They are people whose behavior I'd define as odd, or even … creepy? Or well, they would be defined as such by the general public, and I should think the same as well, but for some fucking reason not quite clear to me yet, I don't. I am not crept out. It is as if I am used to the feeling of having this people around, I feel comfortable around this people; that comfortableness, however, that it is absolutely impossible to obtain in five days.
So why do I feel this way?
“Mikado!” that's my cousin, Anri, she is WCP, weird close person, number one “Sorry for making you wait, I took a bit too long talking with my teacher” I am currently enrolled in her same school, where she is the student's council's vice-president. We have different classes, so you'd think we never get to see each other, but whenever she gets any free time, which she has quite a lot of for being the vice president, she spends it with me. Basically she is keeping an eye on me, probably by order of my parents, I am not sure, but she is not too good at hiding it, even though she tries to make it sound like she just wants to hang out; she fails miserably. But obviously, that is not what weirds me out about her.
“No problem ...” I calmly reply unconsciously shrugging, while flashing a very quick customary grin, which is the best I can pull without making my irritation sip out of my lips, for what I know is about to happen. As we begin to walk towards the train station to go to her apartment, where I am also living at the moment, and as it has been for the past five days, there will be initial, and absolute … silence. When she spends time with me during her free-time, I am usually around my new classmates, whom can't help keep harassing me with question, particularly girls, given that I am what you could call somewhat handsome (which I suppose they'll get tired of doing by ... day seven? …maybe? ...), thus Anri doesn't really say anything. She just stares at me, with such a melancholic pitiful expression, just as she is now, while staring at the ground, and in three … two … one …
“So, how was today? Made new you friends, any thoughts or concerns about anything?” she serenely asks me, and I swear, she has been asking me the same question everyday so far; not a syllable or comma out of place. The same freaking question. Weird? I opt for yes.
“It was a normal day of school” I reply, making sure I also repeat the same exact answer I have been giving her everyday so far “people are being nice, nobody is giving me problems, and I have no thoughts or concerns, Anri” I conclude, and glimpse at her face, in order to see if I can obtain any different reaction for having repeated the same exact shit. Nothing. She is still silently smiling, and walking like all of this is normal. Oh, I forgot, she still has to say ...
“Good ... that's good” …. right on the clock. If she were absently walking forward, I swear, it wouldn't bother me as much, but the fact is that it actually seems as if she is constantly thinking about something that is quite nostalgic yet so much worth thinking over speaking to me. Its like she is constantly in another world, an amazing world, and for some reason I can't quite explain; I want to be part of it.
“What are you thinking about? A boy you like? … or maybe a girl? ...I don't mind at all either way ” so I try to get into said world, and each time I change my question, trying to find something that might appeal to her, something that would give her the feeling and sense that she can trust me with anything. I just want to know, I want to know really bad, and her usual an perfectly performed
“... Nothing” makes me want to know even more.
And nothing is indeed all I ever get, and in order not to seem pushy, I then just nod, and keep walking on in silence, as I wonder just how stupid does everyone around me think I am. I, alongside with other three, who are now no more, made a mistake; no doubt about that. I don't negate it. I screwed up, and paid my consequences as well I believe, haven't I? Not only lives were lost, but isn't a whole year being in a coma after having survived an accident from which I was supposed to die enough of a punishment? I think it is. Thus, I am not going to keep self-punishing myself, or let myself down, any further than what my brain would like me to, cause if I did, I'd soon be joining the other three. I was given another chance at life, and have no intention of wasting any more seconds of it thinking about the fact that I should have died as well.
I chose to live; is that so wrong?
Thus, I said it too many times already, and I have no intention of repeating myself again; I am done with that. That's about it, but my parents seem to think it differently. They are not saying anything explicitly, but the implicit message is quite easily pushing out of their fake smiles, and of course I am talking about their conviction that I might get myself into all that stuff again. Basically, they don't trust me, and I absolutely don't blame them, shit, I don't trust myself either. However ... they are going to drive me nuts with their constant worrying and overreacting, which I can sense being the only source for my migralepsy that I haven't had once since I woke up from my coma, and I'd like it to stay at that. Thus, I'd rather stop thinking about that right now, especially not when WCP number two, as his usual, is currently stalking me and Anri, and I don't need to turn around to know as much. He is definitely there; somehow I can sense his presence (… okay maybe I don't exactly feel his presence, but my instincts tell me he is there, better?).
Now, he is not exactly a close person per-say, because I have never talked to the guy. He is a stalker; my stalker. A blond guy, probably my age, wearing a different school uniform, a blue one, our own is brown, and he is handsome … oh so freaking handsome … probably the reason why I haven't bothered too much about it. Oh and am I gay? Yes. Extremely so. Like ... if you want to have an idea of just how gay I am, I could say that I make use of pink accessorize so much, that I am probably the reason why the gay flag has no pink in it; easy to visualize right? However, at the moment, to avoid not yet wanted commotion, I am kinda keeping it on the down-low. Anyways, as I was saying, he is a stalker and the weirdest thing about this? It seems like he is not even trying to hide such fact.
At first, I thought it was a coincidence. On that first day, my first day of school, I was waiting for Anri outside the school, minding my business, leaning on one side of the school's wall right next to the gate, just so not to be in people's way, and then I felt it, that feeling, the one of someone looking at you? Thus I looked forward and so him staring at me, hands in his pockets, blank expression, just staring. Deciding that all cities had their weirdos, no matter how handsome, I didn't think too much of it, and merely looked away. Even when, as Anri finally arrived, he began to walk behind us, in the same direction as we did, because as I said, I just thought it was a coincidence.
On the second day, as I waited for Anri as my usual, he was the first thing I noticed, and we locked eyes. This time, he attempt something as to a polite smile, which I didn't see coming for some reason, thus I quickly and dumbly looked away, and right in that moment Anri suddenly appeared and I had to proceed towards our silent routine, but I kept keeping an eye on him, given that he also took the same train. On day three, I purposely speed walked out of school, just to stand at my usual position and look straight at him, and this time I smugly smiled, and he replied with a quite confident smile of his and as confidently, he mouthed a “hi”, at which I smirked and turned away shaking my head. At that point, it was obvious that he was there for me, and deciding that he was handsome enough for the stalker-factor to be overlooked, I decided to play hard to get.
The following day, yesterday, as the same routine repeated, when we finally entered the same train-carriage, like he always does, he sat a seat closer, three seats closer than four days a go, two closer than yesterday, thus, today … I am very much expecting him to seat right next to me, and I am excited. I truly can't tell you why I am either, it beats me entirely, but … ugh, there is something that turns me on incredibly about this guy. And though I promised to be on my best behavior, while here in Ikebukuro, which according to my parents meant that my homosexual self had to be kept at bay, I just can't seem to get my mind off him, and I have seen and been hit on by more handsome men in the arc of this five days; yeah I know already. So here we are, getting into the carriage, and …
it's fucking full.
Figures. The one day that something remotely enjoyable and exciting could have happen to me it obviously was meant not to happen, and-“Sorry ...” … never mind, I completely take back what I just said, this is much better, much much better than what I had thought today would be, since right now, thanks to the over-filled train, his body is pressed behind mine, and that sorry he just spoke was whispered in my ear! “... sorry ...” the train keeps stopping abruptly so he keeps pushing on me, thus his apologies; but oh I don't mind, not a single bit “... haven't been on this train this packed in a while, please bear with me ...” now if he could only put his hands on my hips, as he keep talking ... oh and he smells really good, I actually kinda love this perfume, shit wait; he is wearing my favorite perfume! “... am I hurting you? ...” he whispers once more, and all I can do is silently shake my head because I mean, it's has been what? A year and five days since the last time I had any, so yeah, having a little problem about to arise down there.
Wow ... why am I getting so turned on by a stranger? damn I … I … really want him. I want him; now.
I am such a slut I know, and probably, if I could only open my eyes a little more, I would be able to see Anri looking at me rather disgusted, and being the extremely curious fellow that I am, I did just that, and Anri is … why is she smiling? She looks, totally okay with this, like, right now, this guy that I don't know, is basically feeling up on me and; it's okay with her? Okay … now this is just too weird
“ … do you ...” I begin to ask, while I turn around, and try to ignore the constant frictions between our lower bodies, due to the trains movements “... well she says she doesn't, but … do you happen to know my cousin? ...” I whisper, leaning closer to his ear, and he merely smiles to me in reply, mind, as you know this is not the first time he smiles to me, but this time it is different, it feels familiar, I have seen it somewhere before already, but where? And how? Shit … my head “... do … I know you? ...” my head, fuck, such bad timing! its beginning to hurt ... why? Not now … not … now! Suck it up Mikado, suck it--!
“I ...” began the blond, leaning closer into me, while grazing his lips on my right ear “ … I came to pick up Eurydice” … Eurydice? … Uh? … the hell is he talking about? what does Greek mythology … have anything to do ...with me... and fuck I can't … handle it anymore … it hurts, really bad, my head, fuck … my eyes-
“Aargh, shit! ...” shi~t, this will cause quite the commotion now, splendid ...; yeah, migralepsy, like menstruation for girls, it always has such great timing
“Oh God, is he okay? ...” no bitch, whoever you are cause I can't quite see you right now, I am not okay! God I hate people, I mean seriously, I'm on the floor kinda screaming, and holding my head- no, wait, I am not on the floor, I'm … in somebody's arms; am I in his arms?
“Aaaargh fuck ….” why today? Hadn't had one yet, why today?? why fucking now?! … I am definitely going to convulse, and I don't want to do it in his arms. Who knows what he is thinking about me right now, imagine if I began to have an epileptic attack in his arms. No way “... please … let ...me ...go-argh” why is he holding tighter? ... my skull feels like it's being cracked open “... aaah ...”
“He is having a very painful and rare case of migraine, no worries people ...” … was that Anri? Who just said that? Was it the guy? “... no worries people it will be okay, we got it …” what? Who is talking? Who is we?? “... Anri we need to take him out before he starts convulsing ...” … so it was the guy after all, he knows Anri? and … how does he know all this stuff about me … what the fuck is going on?
“Yes, lets just get off here …” get off where? God it hurts so fucking bad, shit! you retard body, convulse already, and make me pass out, cause I am not going through another half an hour of this “... over there, lets lay him over there ...” Lay me? … oh, I'm not walking, had he been carrying me? “... maybe … maybe it was too early Masaomi ...” … Masa ...omi?
“It will be okay, he's much stronger than he seems, you should know that Anri ...” how can he say such things? why is he being so gentle now … is he stroking my hair? Is my … head on … his … laps? … Masaomi … who … are you? … “... he'll be okay, keep the stuff ready though, just in case”
What's … happening? …
… I …
… Anri ...
… Masaomi …? ...
… fuck …
… I'm about to convuls-
Chapter 1
A/N:
I was moved as much by this anime into writing this fiction. It is my first anime-fiction, so we'll see how it goes ne? This is quite an unusual Mikado ne? He almost sound quite firece, and the opposite of the one in the anime, and well; he is. For now … obviously … there is a reason, but I guess you'll have to keep reading stupid teaser, my bad m(_ _ )m. Well, I already have it quite planned out, as I normally do with my stories, just have to get around to writing it, and because of my busy life, not too good with it, I apologize for that in advance. So yup yup, I am quite excited about this. I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.
Much Love -LnK♥(~_^ )/-