cogitationbox | CALL ME OUT: SHIZU-CHAN EDITION

[WELL, it... could be worse.

Like, dead or hospitalized worse. Or even his parents find out worse. Well, the last of these will probably happen, anyway, so -- okay, yeah, today sucks someone kill him now please.

Or maybe that's not the wisest wish to make when you're currently sharing a jail cell with Heiwajima Shizuo.

In Mikado's literal defense, he hasn't done anything wrong; nothing except being approached by a couple of thugs in the park. They seemed to know him, and midway through their threats to kick him around, his phone started going wild. It escalated too fast after that: people he didn't know suddenly intervened, more threats were thrown, then fists, and then a full fight broke out then and there. The police were on-site before Mikado could bolt, and he was rounded up with everyone else at the scene and brought downtown.

He didn't notice when or how Shizuo got caught up in it -- not until people started flying -- but the cop who brought Mikado in must be new in town, since he didn't see any issue with putting a kid in the same cell as the man in the bartender suit... even though every other cell is overpacked, likely for the reason of keeping said man isolated.

So Mikado just sits in his far corner, on the far end of the little bench, taking up as little space and being as out-of-the-way and un-agitating as possible as he thinks over what happened and his impending doom via parents.]

[~~LORD KNOWS I NEED ALL THE PRACTICE I CAN GET XD~~

Mikado's right. It could be worse. There are a lot of things that could be potentially worse than the situation he's found himself in. He could be in the hospital in the bed next to the thugs that Shizuo got a hold of! Then again, being stuck in a jail cell with him could end up being just as bad.

He's pissed off enough as it is. There he was minding his own damn business walking through the park and some jackass threw a punch at him. Naturally, the only thing to do in that kind of situation was to grab the nearest park bench and throw it at him. Still, he's not entirely sure how he wound up here in the first place. It was rare for the cops to actively try to take him in (they weren't all idiots and most of them enjoyed living), but before he really knew what was happening he wound up here in this cell.

Mikado's a smart kid to stay out of his way. He's on something of a warpath right now. Pacing back and forth and repeating the same couple of words over and over and over again.]

Kill kill kill kill kill kill kill destroy kill kill kill --

[He's trying to calm himself down, really. :'D]

[~~SAME HERE~~

...If that's calming Shizuo down, then it's doing the opposite for Mikado, because that chanting is creepy as hell. But it's not like he's going to voice any complaints, nope, so Shizuo can do all the creepy chanting he wants over there.

...

Did the police really have to confiscate his cell? And his bag? Any distraction would be awesome right about now, even if it was in the form of homework.

...

Okay, actually the chanting is getting creepier as it goes on and for all Mikado knows it could be making the guy's mood worse and he's stuck in a cement box with him. Sure, surrounded by police, but that's not as comforting as he would expect.

SO, it takes him about fifteen minutes and a dozen tries and second-guesses before he finally works up the courage to speak.]

Um... Heiwajima-san?

[GODDON'THURTMEPLEASE]

[Aha... then Shizuo's response is not going to make him feel any better.

He turns sharply on his heel to face him with a growl that almost sounds feral.]

What?

[Mikado's reflex is instantaneous, hands rising in surrender as he brings his knees up defensively in front of him ~~as if it'd really do much if Shizuo did attack him~~.

He response is just as much of a knee-jerk reaction:] Nothing!

[--oh wait NO then it just looks like he wasted Shizuo's time--]

--I mean--! I, uhm -- was just gonna say that -- this was really all just a big misunderstanding, and -- the police will figure that out soon, I'm sure, so...!

[So please don't explode before then.]

[Good call. Even when he's stuck in a jail cell with all the time in the world he doesn't want anyone wasting it.

His eyes narrow, but he doesn't make a move towards him. You're safe, Mikado. Chill.

He grinds his teeth, fists clenching at his sides looking like he's about to punch through the wall.]

No shit it was a misunderstanding! As soon as I get outta here I swear I'm going to find that bloodsucking little flea and wring his neck.

[As far as Mikado knows, that description could fit just about anyone, coming from a seething powerhouse...

...but because it's Heiwajima Shizuo, he can hazard a guess.

Not that he's going to say it aloud.

He enjoys having his joints intact, thank you very much.]

Ah... well -- as long as we're in the... police station... it -- might help things go faster if we don't say anything too threatening while we're... here... [A beat before adding respectfully,] Don't you think?

[~~lol what is this we, even...~~ A glance over shows that some of the other inmates have stopped to watch them, doubtless curious to see if the skinny kid will screw up and get himself killed.]

[You sure? Because he can totally break those for you. No big deal. In fact, for a moment it almost looks like he's considering it, but the look wasn't actually directed at Mikado.

He reaches out, grabs one of the bars and pulls just hard enough for it to get a little bent out of shape. A not-so-subtle warning for the assholes watching that this cell was not what was keeping him in here.

Some of the idle chatter resumes and he turns his attention back to the boy.]

Sorry, what'd you say?

[...He's just starting to relax a fraction when Shizuo makes that display -- nope, tense again by the time he turns back around.]

Ah -- n-never mind.

[...But curiosity is rivaling ~~trepidation~~ caution at this point; judging by what those guys were saying back in the park, Mikado can assume they were some remnants of the Blue Square guys weeks ago -- they must have recognized him from that fight in the warehouse...

And then the people who intervened, his phone going off -- the Dollars, naturally, word of his (some random kid's, as far as they probably knew) predicament spurring those nearby into action.

Which still leaves the question of how Shizuo came into it. Plus the mention of what-is-probably-Izaya...

So, hesitantly,]

So, you, um -- you ended up in that fight, too, Heiwajima-san...?

[...Duh, but how else to ask without directly asking his business? :|]

I figured that was pretty obvious.

[He hasn't been thinking too much of the hows or whys of the fight. He just knows that more often than not Izaya has something to do with both of them. Going to kick his ass was always a safe bet.]

Ah -- yeah, I guess it was, aha... [Insert ~~forced~~ ~~fake~~ forced laughter here.

So much for making conversation.

Still, the guy seems calmer now, so that's good. Which means Mikado's calmer, also good, and he even returns to sitting normally as he thinks to himself for a minute.]

...It's a lot of people, for something that happened so fast. [Partially thinking out loud now, partially hoping maybe it'll distract Shizuo from, you know, anger.] I guess the police are really cracking down after everything that's happened lately. I've never seen them get anywhere that fast.

[He nods and takes a seat across from Mikado.]

No kidding. Especially those motorcycle cops.

[Celty wasn't joking about them. Not at all.]

[Mikado makes a sound of agreement, too caught up in this thoughts to even be relieved at the Calming Factor that's happening right now.]

That'll make it harder for any gangs to really keep going. [Which... is not a bad thing, but naturally, his thoughts are immediately on the Dollars -- but that just goes back to their whole advantage of being colorless. Invisible.]

I heard that they did something similar last year, when the fighting got real bad.

[He looks up after a moment.]

You've lived here a long time, right, Heiwajima-san? Is this kind of like how they did before?

[He shrugs noncommittally.]

I think so, yeah. I don't remember it being this bad, but I can't say I was paying attention to it either.

[Another thoughtful nod, but then he looks up as the door at the end of the hall opens. Oh, good, the cops are finally here to question everyone -- so they should be out of here in no time--!

...Except that they're apparently starting

with the cell on the very end of the row

which is the farthest one away from the one Mikado and Shizuo are sharing. And they're only pulling out two people at a time.

...]

Well... it's a start... [OPTIMISM IS GO, because otherwise he might have to start entertaining the idea of being here overnight, and Shizuo or no Shizuo, Mikado does not want to spend the night in jail.] Maybe we'll get lucky and they'll be just as fast with interrogating everyone...

[These cops were idiots. They had to be new if they weren't getting rid of Shizuo first and foremost.]

They'd better.

[And now Mikado might be getting a little too comfortable with the circumstances, because he's continuing to think out loud a little more than he should as he leans over to peer down the hall.]

They've probably got some kind of system in place, considering the last couple years.

[A thoughtful frown, now talking almost entirely to himself, as he figures he's probably being ignored by now.]

Ah... doesn't look like they managed to catch Orihara-sa--

[...BUH.]

[BAD THING BAD THING NOT SURE IF JUST THE NAME WOULD BE ENOUGH TO SET ANYTHING OFF BUT DON'T MENTION THAT NAME AROUND SHIZUO THAT IS PRACTICALLY A LAW IN THESE PARTS WTF IT'S THE PRISON LIFE OKAY HE'S NOT USED TO IT AND IT MAKES HIM DO STUPID THINGS

But instead of trying to clean up his abandoned sentence or change the subject, Mikado just

goes silent

and plays dumb

and quickly busies himself with... looking... at the floor

yep, it's a floor

and hoping he wasn't overheard

fml]

[Shizuo was ignoring him at that point, but that's not enough to distract him from hearing Mikado speak of HE WHO MUST NOT BE MOTHERFUCKING NAMED.

He doesn't want to hurt the kid, really. No, really, he has no desire to hurt Mikado in any way, shape, or form, but hearing Izaya's name is enough to put Shizuo right back on that razors' edge. It's just about all he can do to not throw the kid through the wall.

His fists clench at his sides, his body tensing with unbridled rage.

Does. Not. Want. To. Hurt. Mikado.

SERIOUSLY. DOES NOT. FUCKING. WANT. TO HURT. HIM.

He wants to hurt Izaya. This is his fault. IT HAS TO BE HIS FAULT and he wants to squeeze his goddamn neck and --]

I'll kill him!

[He paces the short length of the cell, muttering under his breath.]

Killkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkill...

[Welp. Looks like they're right back where they started. Look at it this way, at least Mikado is still breathing.

[Back where they started is fine, perfect even, because Mikado is still in one piece and breathing and in the same condition as he was then, if you don't include the strain on his heart that those horrible few seconds just now left.

But NOPE, not complaining, because he just stared what had to be complete annihilation in the face and is still standing. Er, sitting, but the point is there was a miracle and he is untouched.

So Mikado's going to officially stfu now unless spoken to -- actually, no, even if that happens, he'll just use gestures if he can.

So

nope

not a sound

not a look

not even gonna budge.

MAN IS THIS FLOOR INTERESTING.]

CALL ME OUT: SHIZU-CHAN EDITION

oh hey I HEARD THERE WAS A PARTY? although if a stranger jumping in is weird LEMME KNOW AND I'LL GIT

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