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Summary:

Mukuro Ikusaba doesn't make friends. She feels she's better off without them, since her friendships have a tendency to inevitably end. But, when she befriends the infamous Daiya Oowada, what is it in her that makes her want this one to last?

Notes:

the other day, as i was walking through the halls of hell - ahem, excuse me, i mean high school - i came upon a conversation between two boys i had never seen before. you know when you pass people and you can't help but overhear their conversations? well, this was one of those times.

anyway, their conversation was dumb and i didn't hear most of it - like most conversations you accidentally hear in the halls - but it stuck out to me because, quite simply, i am a curious female who has never had a boyfriend in her life, so i don't quite understand the male population.

it was this curiosity that made me try harder to listen than i would if it was a conversation between females, since i know them well, being a girl and all.
with that being said, their conversation was as follows:

"dude, i slept with your girlfriend."
"same, man."
and then they laughed.

let it be known that it made me even more confused, and did not help in my understanding of the male population - but it did prove to me something that was rather obvious, and that i had known since i was young and in preschool:
boys are stupid.

and, well, in other news:
i l OVE daiykuro ?????
have a fic.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Sunday evening. The sun was just setting, leaving a weird, but somewhat calming glow along the dirty, discolored streets. Mukuro didn't really care much for this time of day in the city, since it was blocked by tall buildings and the smog that was left over from whatever the factories were producing, but she supposed that she could be more grateful for it these days. She was usually busy doing something obscure task given to her by Junko, so it was nice for a change of pace. She was only patrolling tonight, but the city was quiet and sleepy, so there wasn't much of anything to patrol, really.

But, as soon as she thought that, she knew that something would happen. An intuition, maybe, but that didn't matter now. What mattered was what was coming.

There was a rumble.

And then something that sounded like a hundred cars coming at once.

Mukuro knew the sound all too well. It often kept her up, the sound of travelling motorcycles, as it kept most other citizens up. (Then they lost sleep and were cranky and sad, and Junko quite liked that, so she liked the Crazy Diamonds, but that was another thought for another time.)

People were running inside, and then Mukuro suddenly remembered that she was standing right in front of the way the motorcycles were travelling. That was bad, but lots of training had left her agile enough to get out of the way before they stopped and Mukuro got in trouble for ruining the parade of the gang.

Curiosity overtook her, and even though she knew it was a bad idea, she slightly tilted her head out from where she was looking to get a closer look at the gang of bikers. Her blue eyes tried to gaze at them, but there was lots of smoke, so she had no choice but to cover her face. When it cleared, all of the bikes were gone except for one. She blinked at it in confusion, until she could feel someone looking down at her. She didn't move. She wouldn't. Not yet. 

"Are ya gonna just hide there or...?"

Looking up, she realized she was face to face with the leader of the infamous Crazy Diamonds: Daiya Oowada.