A raven haired boy stood on the edge of the ballroom, watching the guests dance and talk with each other. This boy was the Duke Orihara's youngest son, Izaya Orihara. The Orihara family was famous for their beauty and red eyes, but most of all their profession. The Orihara family was a family known for the boats that traveled around the sea, selling their products to doctors and scientists that needed the supplies.
Izaya wore his stuffy suit that pinched his neck and made it hard to breathe. He had his long hair down without a tie due to the hair refusing to stay in place. Glancing around for his mother, who fussed over every little thing that's out of place on him, he ripped open the buttons of his shirt that covered his neck. Breathing out a sigh, Izaya walked into the piano room, where a lot of the guests refused to enter due to rumors of it being haunted.
Izaya pulled his fan out and started to cool himself off, relaxing in the chair in the far corner. Feeling as if he was being watched, he saw a blond man sitting off in the corner of the room staring at him.
The man opened his own fan and ran his hands over the ribs of the fan.
'I want to talk to you."
A glint in the man's eye told him that the man was up to something. Izaya took his fan and closed it touching his right cheek.
'No.'
The man rolled his eyes and grinned. Izaya glared at the man, these types of people pissed him off. It was if they didn't know he would expose their secret soon enough and there was a strange aura that the man was not someone to be messed with either. If the man came here to just mess with him then he was getting ignored. Izaya looked from the corner of his eye as the man got closer and sat in front of him, holding the fan in his left hand.
'Come and talk to me'
The blonde smiled and stared Izaya down, causing Izaya to glare at the man even more as if he would disintegrate if he did. Taking his fan he touched it to his left cheek.
Drawing the fan across his cheek the man smiled even wider than before.
'I love you'
Izaya jumped up and glared at the man. Holding his fan to his left ear, Izaya brought it down and walked away.
'I wish to be rid of you'
Walking up to his room, Izaya heard footsteps following him. Izaya stopped when he got to the corner of the hallway he was walking.
"What do you want from me!? Are you an idiot or just a bastard?" Izaya said to the man backing up slowly.
"I wish to marry you, Izaya Orihara. My name is Shizuo Hewijima and you were the little brat that used to tease me when I was younger." Shizuo grabbed his hand and pulled him to his chest, "It's nice to see that beautiful face again!"
"Let me go you stupid brute!" Izaya said trying to push away and reach for the knife in his boot. "I will not marry you and I don't love you!"
Shizuo pulled Izaya closer and smiled, bending down and pecking Izaya on the cheek.
"Then I will just have to make you love me. Tell me that you wish to see me gone with your fan and I will be." Shizuo taunted Izaya.
Izaya, already flustered from not being used to being that close to another, tried to remember what the way to tell another to be gone, instead closed his fan slowly while thinking.
'I promise to marry you."
Realizing his mistake, Izaya tried to correct himself but it was too late.
"So we will wed then!" Shizuo chuckled and walked down the stairs. "I will tell your mother to start the preparations."
"WAIT! NO I DID NOT MEAN TO!" Izaya said running after Shizuo.
Me: Score one for Shizu-chan, Zero for Izaiza
Izaya: He tricked me somehow… That's not supposed to be possible!
Shizuo: As much as I hate the bastard, he deserved that! Also please take out the part that I love him!
Me: Nope~ that would ruin the whole story.
Izaya: You do know we have a deep hatred for each other right?
Me: And I know beneath that is a beautiful love waiting to blossom! You both just are sexually frustrated!
Izaya: *Sigh* Your as stupid as the brute…
Me: Screw off! I'm perfectly smart. Also bye bye readers .