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"What are you gonna be for Halloween, Mikado?" Masaomi asked.

Mikado rested his chin on one hand and stared just off to the side of Masaomi. He probably ought to have given this kind of thing thought sooner, to spare himself whatever plan his friend had likely come up with. Especially when he liked the principle behind Halloween so much. 

      “I haven’t really decided yet. I mean we have school, so perhaps maybe nothing this year...” 

That was unlikely. 

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Does someone want to remind me once a week to actually come here, because running a gang makes checking your blog really hard. 

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     Mikado checked the clock once again, making sure he had not misread the time. No. It was definitely too late for anyone to be up and wandering the streets safely. Though Izaya was not someone he considered would worry about those things. “Uh... talk? Couldn’t it have waited until...” The young man paused, reconsidering his words. 

          “What was so important it couldn’t wait until the morning?” Arguably is was morning. What disturbed Mikado somewhere deep in his thoughts was that Izaya might have come here just to talk, and about nothing in particular. 

                                   There was a curl of his lip into that typical smirk as Izaya’s eyes landed on Mikado. Amusement ringed the edges of his expression as he gave no effort to hide it. There was little need for him to do so in the face of the younger raven.

                                   “How thoughtful of you, but I already ate and actually I just came here to talk.”

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      “I’m not going to try to pick up women with you,” he murmured with a flat expression on his face. Mikado wondered how it was so many high school students could manage to stay out so late without being caught. Sure, if they changed out of their uniforms they blended in better, but masses of high school students still stuck out in the crowds of business men and women. Maybe the police just turned a blind eye and pretend they were college students so long as the trouble didn’t get too far out of hand. “You’re not going to have any better luck now than you did at lunch. We should probably head back...” He wasn’t quite sure he wanted to though.

THE SUN WAS JUST BEGINNING TO SET ALONG THE VAST SKIES OF IKEBUKURO. SHADOWS STARTING TO CAST THEMSELVES ALONGSIDE THE TALL SKY SCRAPERS. A chuckle finds its way out from the blond as he’s well aware of the fact that his COMPANION always worried over staying out too late. Whether he had homework to do or just the fact that he was a good kid, the fact still remained. Mikado was a good guy. He always was in the blond’s eyes. He was his best friend. Never would he betray that. Even after the circumstance that had happened all but a few months ago, he FORGAVE it all. He was still the same Mikado. ❛ So, what do ya think, Mikado ? Wanna head home ? Or do ya wanna pick up some chicks ? Your call, dude. ❜

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Not long enough to justify coming up with new plans to kill me. Besides, I’m not your enemy anymore so it seems needless. 

It’s been awhile.

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     Erika probably would have understood better than anyone, Mikado thought to himself. He could hardly believe the truth sometimes, and ultimately, he liked her crazy ideas a lot better than the reality sometimes. Other times, when he remembered that the reality was filled with magic and adventure, he missed it - craved it. So he kept holding onto it as a precious secret - one he could dip back into if he really wanted. 

         “What’s so different from being bitten and being scratched? Have you noticed that a lot of stories involving monsters require biting? Zombies, werewolves and zombies... they all require you get bitten in order to transform. It sounds to me a lot more like it’s a metaphor for something else and that the process to become one is a lot more simple.” He smiled a little at his own words. Maybe he could become something like a werewolf or a vampire, but hopefully with fewer downsides than being a mindless zombie. 

The young man smiled at her words; too sincere a smile to betray what had been going on in his life at the time. “I’m really glad that the amount of people seriously hurt wasn’t much higher. All things considered the whole even probably could have been a lot worse.”

“Well–” she lifted one finger, waving it in front of her face to demonstrate the motion, “When I was watching them, this one guy scratched another guy and then he turned into a zombie, too! But in all the books and movies it clearly states that in order to become affected by the zombie virus you need to be bitten. Isn’t that strange?” Forgetting, of course, that their life was neither the product of a book nor a movie.

“So it must have been something else. Maybe all of those people took a bath in affected water, and the water got under their nails, and when they scratched people it transferred the virus to them!

“… Anyways, I’m glad that you didn’t turn into a zombie, Mika-boo.” Though what had happened to him was arguably worse.

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"Do you know what time it is?" ( shrugs. and it's totally not like izaya is consistently not sleeping like he should > . >;; )

“I can’t sleep” Starters

         Mikado glanced over to his phone, reading from the glowing clock, “Yeah, it’s three in the morning, but...” The young man stopped himself from pointing out the obvious - namely what was Izaya doing here especially at this hour. Did the infamous information broker have a sleep walking problem? That seemed really unlikely. Yes, here he was. “Do... you think that maybe you should go back to Shinjuku? Or uh.. I don’t think anything is open now, and I don’t really have a lot of food, but I could probably find something.” 

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"I had a nightmare."

"I can't sleep" Starters 

     “A nightmare...?” Mikado wondered what it was about, but when he thought about questioning Masaomi too much about it he decided against it. Whatever was haunting Masaomi probably had to do with Izaya or something else, and Mikado was pretty sure if he knew what it was he wouldn’t be able to be as much a comfort to his friend. 

         “We could just make some popcorn and watch a movie until you fall back asleep?” He was already up on his feet making the popcorn. If they weren’t going to sleep tonight then he was going to need a snack to help. They could watch something light and they could just be exhausted for school in the morning. 

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               THEY MADE WARRIORS OUT OF CHILDREN

Portrayed by 

            EVY, SHELL & EVAN 

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[[ Apparently I lied to myself. I’m going to re-tag the whole blog.

This post is just a bookmarker for me to know when the tags are all correct and I can stop. ]]

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Ares

Ares: opinion on war 

War?

       Had Mikado ever really stopped to consider war? He remembered reading about great battles Japan had fought in the past, but all of that had ended before he was even born. Sure he saw conflicts on the news, but those worlds were as far away as any fantasy realm from a practical standpoint.

         “I think it says a lot about human nature that we still cannot resolve conflicts without attacking one another. I don’t think I really have an opinion on war itself, but I do think it’s wrong that innocent people get swept up in other people’s conflicts and could lose their lives as a result of that.”

He paused, mulling over his own words for a moment as if to decide if he believed them. The teen nodded to himself, “If people want to go to war that’s their business, but they shouldn’t involve innocent bystanders.”

Not that he was one who had a right to such a soapbox. 

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ATHENA

Athena: share a piece of wisdom

Don’t try to run your own gang.

“I don’t really know that I’m the right person to be supplying wisdom to others...”

If anyone had any doubts he is not the person to go to for wisdom.

“Well. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my life it’s that a person probably should eat more than just instant noodles every day of the week.” 

Mikado doubted that really qualified as wisdom, but it was the best he had. 

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Should he tell her? 

Mikado sat in silence next to her for a few moments. If anyone would believe the whole story it was probably Erika, but...

Better not. 

“It’s probably fine. I mean you could always take the extra precaution and get a second filter, but I think that outbreak spread much faster than even drinking water could spread it. Not to mention despite how quickly it spread it was incredibly isolated. I didn’t hear about anything happening anywhere else even in Tokyo, let alone the rest of Japan. More likely it was air born, which is even scarier.”

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“Do you think it’s safe to drink tap water? I’ve been thinking about that zombie outbreak recently, all those people were affected in such a small amount of time! I wonder if there are other ways to do something like that. I’ve narrowed it down to liquid-borne, fast-growing otherworldly bacteria.”

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“The planet is fine. The people are fucked.”

Random Sentence Starters

Mikado’s expression twisted, replaced within second with a quiet but nervous smile. Shizuo might just be having a bad day, but if that was the case then the teenager needed to be careful about his response. He never wanted his life to be dull, but he also didn’t want to know what it felt like to go soaring through the air only to hit a concrete building. 

         “Uh... I guess that’s probably true, but there are a lot of people who try to do good too.” 

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" Mikado ! Man, seems like it's been ages, man. "

“Sorry, I’ve been really busy trying to find a new place to live. Apparently that other place is being condemned or something because of the foundation...”

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🚼  = For my muse to babysit a child version of yours. 

When babysitting, there were certain failsafes that would always keep a child or two happy. There were activities that could wipe away tears, quiet grumbling bellies, whisk away tantrums, and even banish that one particular pain that worried Akane the most: the aching need to speak to one’s mother. 

Hide-and-seek was one of those perfect failsafes. Mikado appeared to be a precocious six-year-old, so Akane doubted it would occupy him for long. But she broached the idea after an evening snack of cookies and juice, and he seemed up to the task. 

“I’ll count to ten, okay?” She explained patiently, a warm smile lighting her face. “You go and hide. I’ll come find you!”

As she watched his face carefully for the blink of comprehension, Akane couldn’t help feeling a bond with this young boy. He was a small child, just like her, and it was hard to believe that he was really six. Akane herself might be mistaken for a seven or eight-year-old, so it was refreshing to see someone on a similar scale. 

More than that, however, Mikado displayed a silent and cunning intelligence that she very much appreciated. Akane was not very skilled when it came to herding up wild children, and she liked that Mikado knew how to entertain himself quietly. 

Still, she was glad that his parents would be home in an hour. 

“Go on and hide!” 

Akane turned around and covered her eyes.  

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         “That trust and faith you have in people must make you an excellent coworker. At least I wanted to keep my friends safe. I’m pretty sure you would throw yours to the wolves and under the first bus you could find. Or would you sooner find someone willing to do your dirty work for you?”

“Let’s get something straight, kid: if you start a fight with a yakuza, you don’t get to complain about being put down. And I don’t know what kind of shit friend you are, betraying people and running shitty gangs and getting the snot beat out of you, but I wouldn’t want you to be my friend. Can’t imagine who would, honestly.”