Title: Worth
Prompt: Alternate 1: Define: normality
Fandom: Durarara!
Characters/Pairing: Mikado, Anri, Kida
Summary: They all feel, think, believe this at one time or another.
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The three think of it sometimes. Not at the same time and not even in conjunction. Sometimes it is an unconscious feeling.
Nonetheless, they all think it.
The first boy, Mikado, thinks it in the early mornings. The walk from home to school is a long and quiet one, especially in the cool winter air. His breaths come out in wafer-thin puffs and he trudges past the businessmen and daily commuters.
There aren't many students awake this early in the morning.
"Mikado!"
It surprises him, as usual, when he turns to see Kida. He's grinning broadly, probably ready to talk about his latest perverted dream. Or maybe just nothing at all. They do that sometimes, just pick a topic at random and run with it until they meet Anri.
Anri isn't as surprising to find awake. It's almost expected with her. She bows slightly and falls in step beside him, only talking when Kida turns the spotlight at her. Her arm is close, too close, and he can feel it brush against his at times.
He almost hates it when the school appears.
The girl feels it when she returns home. Kida has finally left, making one last comment about how erotically sad she looked when he left and Mikado gave a small sigh, a polite wave, and disappears after him.
The house is quiet. She has come to expect that, as become accustomed to that ever since she saw her parents' prone figures and the blood that still stains her floor. Quietly (and is she trying not to disturb the dead or just herself?), she takes off her coat and starts to prepare dinner.
It has always been silent. The walks to and from school used to be like that too, but now there are jokes and heated yells crowding her school days.
It's always been like this. She's only noticing it now.
The last boy dreams of it when he can no longer run from anything. He still sees her broken limbs, the red blood, the glint of his knife. Still feels the fear that takes control of his body and leaving him helpless.
He doesn't dream in yellow often, just occasionally. As the months pass, it becomes easier to lie to himself.
At times, though, the dreams vivid and he wakes up paralyzed. He knows how to deal with this now, how to wait for the feeling to pass.
It's only when he sees the neat notes he borrowed from Anri or the blue of Mikado's scarf that he can truly calm down.
He doesn't dream for the rest of the night.
(And, there is this one collective desire: this friendship is something worth protecting)