By: isapsycholock on fanfiction.net
Rated: K
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"You're right, Masaomi," Mikado said, lying back on the grassy hill. "The park is nice at this time of day."
Masaomi smiled. Seeing Mikado so relaxed was reassuring. Yes, he'd suggested Mikado come to Ikebukuro, but now that he was here, Masaomi never wanted him to get caught up in the city's dark side. In a few short hours, this park would be crawling with color gangs.
For right now, though, it had a great view and tons of sun. He looked over; Mikado's eyes were shut, but he was still smiling. Lying next to Mikado on the grass was all Masaomi wanted...
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