Summary; it's the year 2020, and things are starting to drastically change. The Earth's climate is raging out of control, the continents are moving back together, the water is rising and the animals are going out of control. By pure coincidence, Izaya and Shizuo stumble across each other in a moment of dire need. It's either work together or die...
AU Fic (izaya and shizuo don't know each other) but the character's personalities stay the same/ Izuo / smut
Russia; no more fun and games for me(sob)! I'm going serious for this story. Oh joy. This was an idea that just suddenly came to mind and I just HAD to write it. :)
FaZe; no deaths?
Russia; maybe. But Shizuo and Izaya probably won't die.
Izaya; Geez that's assuring.
Russia; I also plan to make these chapters longer then I usually do.
FaZe; yay! Anyways, Russia does not own this story.
Russia; NOTE. In this story Izaya is slightly Older then Shizuo (both are the same hight) . Which is why he's
seme.
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Chapter 1; Flooded
Izaya struggled against the rising water as it tugged him around like a rag doll.
He was absolutely baffled. One second he was watching a bad weather forcast and the next...
The ocean outside just exploded.
Of course this would happen the one day he decided to break fom Ikebukuro and his tiresome work the water exploded.
He figured it was a tsunami. What else could it be? He also excepted his untimely and soon occurring death. The water was high enough that his head was smashing against the ceiling of his cottage every time he managed to surface. Bits of glass from his shattered windows were flying into his skin and mouth as he managed to pull himself towards the staircase. He was smashed up against those before he managed to push himself up.
He soon couldn't see the main level as the water started to fill the stairs.
He slid a few times, the power was cut and it just happened to be dark out. Go figure.
As Izaya reached the second floor, he realized something about situations like this.
The time either seemed to speed up drastically or switch to slow motion.
It was never in-between.
Looking around, he felt a small pang thinking about how all his expensive electronics would soon be submerged and unusable, but he figured he was a bit more important.
What threw him off the most was the fact that he could hear it. He could hear the water. And damn, it was loud.
If the rising water wasn't so loud and if it didn't sway his summer house so much, he almost could have pretended it wasn't there.
Izaya weighs his options, noting he didn't have much time left before the water caught up to him.
In a situation like this, he knew, If he panicked he wouldn't be able to think straight, his decisions would be impulsive
and he'd most likely die.
Heck, he was willing to give life a running chance now that he was out of the water.
He realized that he had only two rational options at this point, but both had flaws.
Option one; he could climb up to the third floor where the only exit was by window, so he'd need to hope the water didn't rise any further.
Option two; he could get up onto the patio on this floor and hope the water current wasn't too strong to prevent him from reaching the boat tied to one of the beams the patio rested on. Izaya hoped the boat had risen and was still attached to the pole. If the water or the boat didnt correspond to his plan he was most likely dead.
Option one seemed less drastic then the second one, almost as if it was convincing him that this wasn't as bad as it seemed and would blow over soon,
But he figured option two was a lot more logical at this point-
It he went upstairs to the last floor and the water rose higher he was just waiting to die. At least this way he had a living chance where he could actually do something.
He noticed the ground was getting wet; a bad sign. He could hardly believe the water was able to rise this high and he vaguely wondered of there were fish in this water. they were most likely dead, though...
He took a few switchblades and knifes out from his personal collection and a gun; he didn't really like using one but he had an odd compulsion to bring it. How the hell is a gun going to help me in a flood? He thought as he stuffed a bag he kept under the couch with stuff he figured he might have needed.
He hoped the stuff he packed would prove useful in the future (assuming he managed to survive his first encounter with his boat).
He tore the screen door opened and stepped out.
It was horrible. The wind was hitting him like a brick wall and all he could see beyond the deck was dark clouds, heavy fog and crashing water-
Dangerously close to the ground of the wooden deck.
The boat, a few meters away from him was bobbing up and down and pulling on the chain attachment.
It was being pulled with such force it shook the whole deck every time a large section of water shifted.
It was a large boat- two floors-
So Izaya wasn't too worried with it sinking, but if it crashed into something he was doomed. In this weather there was no way to control the ship unless he wanted to break the rudder or the wheel.
He looked over the water he was facing earlier. Wern't there other houses there? Izaya knew his house was by far the tallest in the collection of cottages lined up against the shore and he briefly wondered how the inhabitants were making out.
The most likely answer was death.
Izaya didn't know his neighbours very well, he didn't like making a habit of talking to people unless he had to when he was on vacation, but he wasn't exactly happy with the prospect of what had most likely happened to them.
He looked over at his boat and was charge at by two emotions; panic and relief.
Relief because now be could clearly see that the water wasn't going to stop anytime soon so he had made the right choice by chancing on the boat,
And panic because he had no idea how he would get to the boat and what he would do after that.
He looked around his deck until he came across a coil of white rope.
His brain began working almost immediately as he grabbed the now soaked rope. It didn't take long before he came up with what he though was a half solid plan.
Izaya took one of his knives and easily bent it into a hook shape
and tied the rope around the end of it.
He really hoped he had good aim.
He stretched the rope out and waited a few seconds untill he caught a glimps of the ladder peeking out from the top of the boat.
Izaya threw the rope with the hook at the end toward them. The wind blew it of course and it hit the rim of the ship. The raven cussed and pulled it back in as quickly as he could.
He could almost feel the seconds ticking by as the water reached up to his mid-calves as he threw the rope again.
Luck was on his side as it caught the second step of the string stairs. He gave a tug and pulled the latter in as it stretched off the boat. He reached out and grabbed the first step and began tying a complex series of knots to hold the stairs to the deck.
As he finished the boat gave another drastic pull and he found the side of his deck was beginning to split.
He swung his bag over his shoulder and took a few steady steps up. Every of the boats movements threatened to throw him off if he wasn't careful and the wind wasn't exactly helping.
He finally made it to the deck of the boat and pulled himself in.
He stood, which happened to be a lot more difficult then he had previously thought and looked over to see the deck was becoming de-rooted. That was NOT good.
Not having any other option, Izaya pulled another switchblade out and cut the stairs off before he went over to the chain hold.
He took a deep breath as he pulled the chain out.
Good thing too-
Because just as he did, the deck tore out.
If he had stayed there a second longer, the deck would have slammed into the boat, and no amount of reinforcements would have stopped it from at least denting the expensive boat.
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Russia; yay! First chapter's done!
FaZe; Stay serious!
Russia; s-sorry.
Izaya; YES I GET TO TOP
Russia; the faster you review the fast I type the faster Izaya and Shizuo meet. :)
FaZe; no smilies.
Russia; damnit...
Izaya; REVEIW HUMMANS