Equal Exchange

-{ Intologue. *

so, long time no type? Yeah, I realized I've been absent. My life actually has meaning now, so WHOOPIE ( sarcasm lol! ) Anyway, this is for my best friend, for her birthday. It's going to be extended because I love her, and she gave me this story plot and said all she wanted from me was this fanfiction, so I'm giving it a shot.
-Sorry everything is sort of AU. I'm trying my hardest to grasp these character's personalities, so if you have anything for me to improve on, please review or PM me. It would mean alot.

- anyway. as the normal thing goes, i own nothing. this is my usual male x male. i am also listening to the DRRR soundtrack as we speak.
Wow. I what life do I have again? xD

"Mi-ka-do~!"

The sound of his voice pressed in my eardrums with familiarity and before I knew it, I was tugged off to the side, the voices owner's arm around my neck. It was a friendly gesture, as so the owner was, and I looked over to him with a smile. He was always smiling when I saw him, as if nothing in life could bring him down. It was depressing that I couldn't stay away from him, no matter how hard I tried. Then again, I didn't try too often.

"Dude! Stop pulling that face. You're scaring off the ladies~!" he cheered and I grimaced at the thought of him attempting to flirt and pick up girls way out of his league.

He always took it as me being timid or shy. I've finally come to terms that it was neither of those things, but we'll get to the why and what later.

"Kida, what ladies?" I broke in on his little love dreams and he paused, looking around and groaning.

"Aw! It had to be your face that lead them away, Mi-ka-do~" he whined, finally walking again in simple strides next to me and I shrugged my shoulders, noticing every feature of him, like I always have, for many years.

For example how, whenever he pouts about losing one of his many "lucky" ladies, his hair would frame his face and a childlike innocence would come over him. Or how he always walked with a simple stride, unintentionally moving his hips in a swaying fashion.

This was my best friend, and eternal crush: Masaomi Kida.

"Man, lighten up! It's not like you're going to be this young forever!" he began and I stared helplessly as he went into one of his many dramatic speeches.

"One day, we'll get so old, and then what? No more beautiful ladies for us to love! Ah! I can't even stand the thought of not seeing such beautiful faces all around me~"

If him flirting with every girl was embarrassing, this was ten times worse and I groaned, placing my cellphone to my face. Maybe some of the stupid would bounce of of it and back to him. Still, I wouldn't change this for the world. These moments.

"Smile!"

His fingers were to the corner of my lips pushing them upwards and the most admirable grin was on his own face. I couldn't help but fully smile at this and he paused, staring at me and my face fell at the reaction.

"K-Kida-"

"That was so cute, Mi-ka-do~" he cried out, pulling me close in a hug and I panicked, not prepared for the situation, but not truly pulling away, either.

"If you were a girl, I'd date you!"

Everything around me stopped at that one sentence and my eyes widened and realized he had already released me from the embrace. I looked at him and he stared, then smiled.

"If I was a girl?"

"Yup. Ne, but you don't have boobs. It wouldn't work, Mikado," he nodded, and turned on his heel, walking towards the Russian Sushi Restaurant.

Sadly, the damage had been done, and I knew finally what I needed to do to win his heart...

"That's a strange request, Mikado-kun," spoke the red-eyed devil from across the desk, not even bothering to look from his keyboard to speak to me.

I frowned, pounding my fist on the desk to command his attention.

"I don't care. I want you to turn me into a girl. I know you have the connections to do so!"

He paused, not looking from his screen but tucked his finger's under his chin, smirking.

"That I do, Mikado-kun-"

"Quit calling me that-"

"Ah, feisty tonight, aren't we?"

He finally spun around and leered up at me, who probably looked a mess from running to the one person I wouldn't want to speak to for anything if my life depended on it. Well, except this one thing.

"Izaya-san-"

"So formal, Mikado-kun. Just call me Iz-"

"Shut up and and get me that damn connection!"

He blinked, mock surprise on his face and he stood up, finally, hands in his pockets. The sight of him already annoyed me, but not getting the answers I needed frustrated me even more.

"It's not just fair to give you this one little thing. There's always an exchange that is in the matter, as you can immediately understand..."

"Exchange?" I mumbled, eyes trailing him and he reclined on his couch, patting the place next to him but I didn't move.

"An eye for an eye. Something of equal value should be given up to obtain another-"

"That's from an anime," I pointed out and he clapped merrily, which also made me more frustrated.

"That it is, Mikado-kun!" he cheered and I gritted my teeth and he smiled, watching me.

"What would you like to give up, for that wish?"

I froze, staring at his desk instead of those eyes and thought about this proposal. I couldn't call if unfair, because an equal exchange was almost appropriate for this situation. The thing was, what could he even want in exchange for this? Or, even scarier, what I would I actually give up for this one thing I most dearly wanted?

"I'll give you anything."

I finally looked into his eyes and realized this was a deadly mistake for his lips were curved into the most devilish of smiles and his eyes were narrowed and point blank aimed directly at me.

"Anything in exchange for the love of your precious Masaomi-"

I would of reprimanded him for calling the other out of context but was more shocked that he knew of my crush on Kida.

"How'd you-"

"This is my city, Mikado-kun. There isn't anything that I could not know," he said lazily, the smile growing wider and a shiver ran up my spine, of fear.

"Ah..."

"Since I'm such a nice guy, I'll be easy on you for this," he spoke again, standing up and slowly walking to me, almost like a cat to his prey.

I was frozen stiff, still in mild-aftershock and realized that his hand was to my cheek. I wanted to move away, but he was keeping me in place with his eyes.

"Since Masaomi has your heart... I guess your body will be the exchange."

My eyes widened and I backed away, finally finding my legs and shook my head. I couldn't give myself to him when I've been dreaming of giving myself to the one I truly loved. My back hit the wall and he leaned over me, keeping me pinned again with his eyes. I was scared, almost terrified at how he looked at me from underneath that gaze.

"I can't do that, Izaya-san."

"Not even for Masaomi's heart?"

I gulped and closed my eyes, not enjoying how close he was to me at the moment, but I couldn't back down. This was for Kida, even if Izaya had a sick, twisted pleasure in all of this.

"Fine."

His smile grew into one mimicking the Cheshire cat and he leaned his face closer to mine:

"Consider it an exchange."