Chapter Text
“My my, is that any way to talk to a prefect?” Izaya drawled, still perched upon the large statue.
Mikado swallowed. He felt like a mouse trapped between two deadly panthers.
The redhead stared impassively at Izaya, red eyes cold. “I’m being perfectly polite. Please refrain from interrupting people’s conversation on a whim.”
It was like the air itself dropped in temperature. Mikado searched for an escape route. But he knew that even if he found one, he was likely to stay rooted to the spot from fear.
Partially because the atmosphere had frozen his legs, partially because he was morbidly curious as to why these two hated each other so much.
The two were currently glaring at each other. Though it was subtle, so it looked more like they were simply observing each other in distaste. Mikado wondered who would break the silence first.
Izaya was the one who ended the standoff. He shook his head with a sigh. “So impudent. You’re only a 3rd year, kid. This is why I don’t like Slytherins.”
The redhead frowned.
“You already have your little army, right? What did they call you again? The ‘miracles’, or something equally stupid anyway. Why don’t you leave Mikado to me, hmm?”
“People are not possessions,” the redhead said reasonably.
Mikado couldn’t help but want to agree. But the chill he had felt when the redhead had first approached him hadn’t completely gone away either so he simply stayed quiet.
“Funny you say that, when you already own your entire year,” Izaya said wryly. “Now leave Mikado alone. Go pick on other interesting students. Like that Jack Frost or something.”
“You’re not in my house. Even if you’re a prefect, there’s no reason I need to listen to your commands. I’m not inclined to follow the whims of someone with zero resolutions.”
It didn’t seem possible, but somehow the air dropped another 10 degrees.
Izaya narrowed his red eyes. “You’re treading a fine line, Akashi.”
“And you’re sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, as usual.” The redhead, Akashi, said.
Quick as lightning, the two pulled their wands out. Mikado barely thought about it as he immediately grabbed his and placed a hurried shield around himself. Just as spells flew in every direction.
“Swords of Revealing Light!” a deep, stern voice called.
Mikado gasped as large spears of light appeared out of nowhere and descended upon the corridor. It froze the spells Izaya and Akashi had fired in place.
“What is going on here?” the new person demands.
Mikado turned to see one of the professors, with the crazy hair, walk towards them. His violet eyes laced with a deep crimson. Really, how many people in this school had red eyes?
“Just a friendly little demonstration, professor,” Izaya said easily.
Akashi said nothing.