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MIKADO SEES DEAD PEOPLE
Feb. 5th, 2012 02:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
concretejungles[It's a pretty cliche sort of tragedy -- the hero and the sidekick torn apart by misunderstandings, pitted against each other -- but they're still best friends. It's cliche, and Mikado likes cliches, and maybe it was exciting and thrilling to wonder if they'd really have to fight.
But that cliche doesn't always end well, and this time it was carried to its potential "bad end". Kida tried to get through to him, tried to warn him that things would only go downhill, but he wouldn't listen, and when Horada got Mikado's name whispered out to a few "friends", things really went sour. Kida was always a good fighter, but when they were attacked while he tried to talk sense into his friend, he wasn't expecting the kitchen knife -- and he wasn't prepared to stop it when someone tried to put it into Mikado's chest. All he could do was shove his friend into a corner and stand in front of him, and by the time he'd knocked one of the two out, his knees had been going out from under him, weakened by an awful amount of blood loss.
He'd been gone by the time the ambulance arrived, and he'd never know if or how Mikado stood up to the other thug. It doesn't matter, anyway. The last Mikado would have seen of Kida is his lifeless face, spattered in blood, as the paramedics pulled a sheet over it.
At least, until a few weeks later.
Kida's really not sure how this happened. He just... woke up, in the very deadend alleyway he'd lost consciousness in -- died in, the last he could remember. Or sort of remember. He was really disoriented for awhile, reliving the fight over and over (and causing creepy tabloid stories about people hearing screaming coming from the scene of a recent murder), until one day he noticed, mid-rehashing, that someone was watching. The someone was a high school girl, and even if she couldn't really see anything but a faint swirl of light, seeing her broke the repetition. She wasn't there before, and that snapped something in his mind (if you could call it that. He thinks that if he's thinking and feeling, he must have a mind), and suddenly it hit him.
He's not dying.
There's no fight.
He's dead. A ghost, and suddenly he's less residual emotion and more himself. And his first thought? He needs to find Mikado. So he goes straight to his apartment -- tries to knock and sheepishly laughs at himself -- passes through the wall, and hopes he's home, safe, and can see him.]
But that cliche doesn't always end well, and this time it was carried to its potential "bad end". Kida tried to get through to him, tried to warn him that things would only go downhill, but he wouldn't listen, and when Horada got Mikado's name whispered out to a few "friends", things really went sour. Kida was always a good fighter, but when they were attacked while he tried to talk sense into his friend, he wasn't expecting the kitchen knife -- and he wasn't prepared to stop it when someone tried to put it into Mikado's chest. All he could do was shove his friend into a corner and stand in front of him, and by the time he'd knocked one of the two out, his knees had been going out from under him, weakened by an awful amount of blood loss.
He'd been gone by the time the ambulance arrived, and he'd never know if or how Mikado stood up to the other thug. It doesn't matter, anyway. The last Mikado would have seen of Kida is his lifeless face, spattered in blood, as the paramedics pulled a sheet over it.
At least, until a few weeks later.
Kida's really not sure how this happened. He just... woke up, in the very deadend alleyway he'd lost consciousness in -- died in, the last he could remember. Or sort of remember. He was really disoriented for awhile, reliving the fight over and over (and causing creepy tabloid stories about people hearing screaming coming from the scene of a recent murder), until one day he noticed, mid-rehashing, that someone was watching. The someone was a high school girl, and even if she couldn't really see anything but a faint swirl of light, seeing her broke the repetition. She wasn't there before, and that snapped something in his mind (if you could call it that. He thinks that if he's thinking and feeling, he must have a mind), and suddenly it hit him.
He's not dying.
There's no fight.
He's dead. A ghost, and suddenly he's less residual emotion and more himself. And his first thought? He needs to find Mikado. So he goes straight to his apartment -- tries to knock and sheepishly laughs at himself -- passes through the wall, and hopes he's home, safe, and can see him.]
concretejungles[It's just one of those days, y'know. Those nice days between bouts of crazy happenings (between anime seasons, I suppose!) when it's sunny and warm and summer break and Mikado might just have wanted to go do something fun on his own -- but no such luck. It wasn't even intentional for Kida to run into his best friend, honestly -- he had gone for breakfast and was walking around thinking about things when he spotted him -- but that wouldn't save anyone any amount of harassment. Kida's pretty quiet until he gets right up behind him, then suddenly he's slinging an arm around his shoulders and laughing.]
Hey, Mikado! You're not hiding on your computer today, huh?
Hey, Mikado! You're not hiding on your computer today, huh?
too sleepy for subjects
Dec. 6th, 2011 10:12 pmconcretejungles[Hey guys. It doesn't matter who you are, Kida's got a reason to snoop. Be it on Izaya's order or on his own self-imposed mission, he's creeping around whatever back-alley avenue he has to try and listen in on what you're up to.
He's pretty used to being quiet, but he can't really control when a stray cat knocks over a trash can. The crash is very loud, and he can feel his heart leap into his throat.
I will make pretty words at you individually when I wake up.]
He's pretty used to being quiet, but he can't really control when a stray cat knocks over a trash can. The crash is very loud, and he can feel his heart leap into his throat.
this will not be a happy thread
Sep. 29th, 2011 11:34 pmconcretejungles[Fastforward a little while since Masaomi ran away from Mikado again. It's been eating at him ever since -- in his dreams, in every glimpse of slate blue-grey that makes his heart hurt. It's torn at him, and when Saki finally convinced him to go, the last thing she whispered on his way out the door was a simple "Don't come back". At first, he thought she was angry, but it only took her sweet smile to tell him the truth -- in the end, she did want him to be happy. And she knew. She knew it wasn't her he was thinking about late at night. She knew he loved her, she knew he was loyal to her, but she knew there was somewhere else he was longing to be. So she sent him off with a smile, and he'd had such high hopes.
But he wasn't that lucky. By the time he got back to Ikebukuro, it was pretty clear that Mikado was losing it. From a distance, it looked like it wasn't too bad. Izaya hadn't pushed him that far yet. But Masaomi didn't really know about Aoba, didn't know how far it was going -- not until he saw Mikado set someone on fire.
Not until after he'd called in Yellow Scarves again to set him right, and in retaliation had found a Blue Square more frightening than he'd ever dreamed of coming after him. It wasn't even a fair fight. It was an ambush, and he was unable to do anything to stop his loyal old gang friends from being beaten within an inch of their lives. He was unable to stop himself from being knocked off of his feet and kicked around til he was dizzy. He thought they'd probably kill him, since he was the leader. But they didn't. Instead he had his wrists bound behind him and his own scarf used as a gag, before he was dragged off to the horribly familiar abandoned warehouse that he'd once used as a base.
That's where he is now -- on the floor, breathing hard, having just been shoved into the old supervisor's office. He hasn't gained enough sense to realise that he wasn't left in here alone. He hasn't noticed he's really lying at someone's feet.]
But he wasn't that lucky. By the time he got back to Ikebukuro, it was pretty clear that Mikado was losing it. From a distance, it looked like it wasn't too bad. Izaya hadn't pushed him that far yet. But Masaomi didn't really know about Aoba, didn't know how far it was going -- not until he saw Mikado set someone on fire.
Not until after he'd called in Yellow Scarves again to set him right, and in retaliation had found a Blue Square more frightening than he'd ever dreamed of coming after him. It wasn't even a fair fight. It was an ambush, and he was unable to do anything to stop his loyal old gang friends from being beaten within an inch of their lives. He was unable to stop himself from being knocked off of his feet and kicked around til he was dizzy. He thought they'd probably kill him, since he was the leader. But they didn't. Instead he had his wrists bound behind him and his own scarf used as a gag, before he was dragged off to the horribly familiar abandoned warehouse that he'd once used as a base.
That's where he is now -- on the floor, breathing hard, having just been shoved into the old supervisor's office. He hasn't gained enough sense to realise that he wasn't left in here alone. He hasn't noticed he's really lying at someone's feet.]
concretejungles[HEY MIKADO. Let's say this is post-anime but before Mikado really started to snap. He's snuck back to Ikebukuro -- he just can't stand it, missing his friends. So here he is, bright and early one morning, at his best friend's door with a big paper bag in his arms. He's nervous as all hell -- still afraid that Mikado must hate him after everything that happened -- but he's determined not to talk about that. Still, he stands there for awhile before he knocks.]
