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Kida had spent the past few days not only in a miserable mood, but inflicting that mood onto everyone around him. He had decided he needed to sort out everything that was happening and stop being so paranoid. He'd written a letter of apology to Lion and snuck it to her house in the middle of the night. Hopefully she got it and would respond. He understood if it took her a while. He was especially cruel and unkind.

He'd also spoken to Zelos, who agreed to talk to the people at Dagon and try to get them to back off of Lion. Even if Mikado wasn't directly involved in any of it, he couldn't help worrying it would lead to all sorts of issues of miscommunications and misunderstandings because he was with Lion that day and he was learning magic now, too.

He wasn't really sure what else he could do at this point though, so he decided to take it easy at home with his friend and try to relax with his friend. That's why Kida threw a pencil at Mikado's head from his spot lounging on Izaya's couch.

"You spend so much time reading those books, do any of them have a spell for inventing television or the internet in them? Or maybe a spell to summon a super cute girl in a maid's costume who will use -sama and bow and blush in cute ways while she serves us."

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Kida felt his heart pound against his chest. The sensation of being brought from that place even more raw, the survival instinct even more dominant. He was unaware of his surroundings, unaware of who he was with or how he got there. All he knew was he couldn't go back to where he had just been, as he blindly lunged for the figure holding him, fingers wrapping around Mikado's throat. The action pained him in a way that he didn't understand, but he couldn't think, he could only act, only do what he needed to avoid that place.

Fortunately for Mikado, Kida wasn't at his usual strength, as his chest heaved and he fought to breath, his own fingers slipping and losing their grip as he tried to choke Mikado.

Enough stupidity. The blunt part of Erika's scythe, where the blade and handle met, cracked down on Kida's head and dropped him unconscious. It was a measured hit, at best leaving a bump that would be sore for a few days. Otherwise, though, he was safe and breathing, alive, despite it all.

Erika swung the scythe over her shoulders and leaned down, heaving Kida up into her arms. Not exactly the easiest solution but she felt, somehow, the need to take care of everything right now. A quick glance over of Mikado. He was all right for now, too.

"Coming back from oblivion is nearly as terrifying as oblivion itself." A simple statement as she looked at Mikado, impassive. "Ah, go get his clothes. I bet he would whine if we didn't."

It was a shock. Masaomi had never attacked him. But what Erika said as she lifted his friend off of him made sense. Of course... He could have no idea what Kida was thinking or feeling. His reaction to being nearly strangled was only to touch his neck, and then to stumbled to his feet and gather the clothing he'd dropped.

He had no words he could thank Erika or Izaya with. He'd just have to do it in actions later.

No, well, he'd thank them with words as well of course. But it would be inadequate. Strangely he felt calmer now that Masaomi was unconscious. Still... unsettled and distressed. But maybe it was shock, it was just all a little muffled.

His cheeks were still wet though, and he wiped them on his sleeve. His voice wavered than steadied as he turned to join Erika.

"Thank you. Let's get out of here."

AND THEN--they all trooped home. Izaya fetched Shinra, who patched up everyone and was generally genki. Mikado asked Erika to stay and keep an eye on Kida and VENTURED BACK TO THE CHURCH OF DAGON--idk maybe he talks to Izaya first. But anyway he's off to join a cult. OTHER THINGS IN OTHER THREADS. The end.