I AM SO SORRY ABOUT EVERYTHING SCHOOL SHOULD JUST DIE!

HERE IS A HORRIBLE CREATION FROM YOUR HORRIBLE AUTHOR WHO OWNS NOTHING

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"Kesesesese~" Prussia flipped Izaya's pocket knife in the air. Practically skipping towards the G8 building. Hungary sported the largest smile he had ever seen on her.

It seems that his best friend missed him after all. Not that she'd admit it of course.

It was odd, being in charge again. After being kept under a different persona for so long it felt like he would never be free, but giving up is unawesome!

"Lizzie!" An idea came to his mind. "Ja?" She looked at him quizzically. A familiar smirk was on his face."Vhy don't ve-" She held up a bottle of dye-remover and a blue military uniform.

"Already on it."

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Celty rubbed her nonexistent temples watching the two men walk in front of her. One minute Shinra was mad at the man, and the next they were best friends.

The not-so-stranger said something, and Shinra's laughter was probably heard in China! Apparently this man had known Celty before she had lost her head. But then how was he this young?

It was when they came to a run-down cottage on the top of an hill. When Celty realized she had no idea where they were going.

She ran up to them. "...Well I think she looks beautiful without a head, but if you think you can find it-" he looked up "Oh, what is it Celty?".

If she could blush, she would. Shinra thought she was beautiful? That was so- wait. What was that about her head!

She asked him that same question on her PDA. He chuckled. "Patrick here," Shinra gestured to the ginger "Thinks he can contact Alistair about your head, he thinks he can find it for you."

She nearly hugged Patrick in joy. 'Really! How soon?' He shrugged "Maybe a few days, maybe a few months. But I'll make sure ye get yer head back, Celty."

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Omake End.

Mikado sighed. He had left class that day still not knowing what had happened to Masaomi.

Not that he was worried or anything. It's just... He was curios, that's all. Masaomi was interesting. He was someone who talked to him, even though Mikado didn't talk back most of the time. He seemed to blow up everything that happened to him into these amazing stories in which he was always the hero.

It was kinda sad. The way Mikado saw it was that no one else appreciated his beautifully crafted stories. Maybe only Mikado found the wonder in these fables.

The quiet observer was shook from his musings by a sudden noise. A group of upperclassmen were crowding some poor kid, shouting stupid comments and laughing.

"Ha! You act like a chick!" One of them yelled. Mikado was just going to avoid the trouble, but then he heard it; "My mother happens to be a very scary lady."

Masaomi.

"Shut it!" A tall one punched him. "Who said you could talk!" Masaomi spat out blood. The boys laughed and went on with beating him up.

Not allowed to talk? N-Not allowed to-? But what about... Why would someone say that? Every word that came out of Masaomi's mouth was drowned in hyperboles, but he made life a bit more interesting. Boredom was something that Mikado despised, without Masaomi's words, he would be condemned to a life in which nothing happened! His dull eyes would never spark at the sight of an adventure! No one could replace the part that Masoami held! He-he...

He mattered.

"Let him go." The boys froze, their jeering stopped as the slowly turned around.

"Who the hell are you to be saying that!" The stupid upperclassman walked up and punched him hard in the face.

Crack!

Mikado raised a hand to his nose, he felt a warm red liquid trickle into his fingers. Blood.

Oh well.

Mikado reached into his pocket and withdrew a pen. A simple, ballpoint pen.

It was a good thing he had read Percy Jackson. "What are you gonna do with a-AH!"

Mikado stabbed the teen in the eye. Blood came gushing from the wound as the upperclassmen screamed and clutched his eye.

The crowd was starting to run. "What the hell is with that kid!"

"Let's get out of here!"

"He's insane!"

Mikado stared blankly at the teens. Blue eyes like daggers boring into their backs.

He went to where Masaomi was laying on the ground, it seemed that he had passed out a long time ago.

Mikado smiled. Something that felt strange and unfamiliar on his face but he knew he'd get used to it.

"Time to wake up hero." He brushed the hair out of Masaomi's face.

The sleeping beauty stirred. Pushing himself off the ground he groaned,"I feel like I've just been hit by a truck."

Mikado pulled him to his feet "I figured as such." He said.

Masaomi took a double take. Was this Mikado Ryugamine? The guy who had no emotion toward anything? What the hell?

Oh, he was starting to look at him weird, play it cool. That's right, Masaomi Kida was the coolest of the cool. The coolmeister, Coolio. Yep, he was just about the Awesomest person to ever exist.

Except for the hair, that was getting dyed.

"The bus probably got scared and ran away!" He struck a pose and winced at the pain it caused.

Mikado looked at Masaomi worriedly. The storyteller instantly panicked. Oh no! He noticed!

Time to redirect the non-existent conversation. "What happened to your nose?"

Mikado looked as if he had just remembered about that. "It broke."

"How?"

"A kid punched me."

"Really!"

"Yeah, but you saved me."

"I did?"

"Yes."

"Of course I did! I'm the hero!"

"Yes. Yes you are."

And so, the two became best friends. Walking beside each other on the road to life. Or just down the dirt road home.

"I think I'm lost."

"Masaomi. It's a straight road."

"Yeah but I don't even live down here!"

Let's just not let Mikado meet America.

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HERE IT IS MY FAILURE

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