AN: This story is based on the trailer PET (2016)- And it is a Shizaya fic. I'm not sure how long this story is going to be but I hope you guys enjoy it.
Blah blah- Celty
"IIIIIIIZZZZAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" A few birds perched on the top of an apartment were scared off wings flapping as they moved to a safer perch. A lithe brunette man hopped up on one of the apartments fire escapes swinging upward with ease as he found his footing looking down at a blonde man on the street below hands in his pockets.
"It's been a while Shizu- chan" He called with a delighted laugh.
"And you're still fucking annoying you louse."
"Come on, admit it, you missed me." Izaya hopped backward and used a folded ladder to gracefully descend. Shizuo dropped the bent stop sign when the smiling man's feet hit the street. "You're such a monster Shizu-chan." Izaya kicked at the stop sign as he walked up to Shizuo. The back street was deserted and the informant was well aware of this fact when he wound his arms around Shizuo's neck.
The strongest man in Ikebukuro would have once thrown the other man across the town in an attempt to kill him, but recently things had begun to change. Shizuo couldn't remember who had made the first move and he really couldn't bring himself to care. It was a good change. Thier lips met and Shizuo easily dominated the younger man with his bruising strength, but Izaya was a fighter and he bit back pulling on the blonde's bottom lip. Shizuo settled his hands on Izaya's hips but he didn't get a chance to pull the flea closer before he was bouncing away.
"You're such a brute Shizu-chan."
"Shut up flea." Shizuo glared at the flea. He figured after all of this the informant would get a little less irritating but alas that was not to be. What was worse, was Shizuo really liked Izaya, part of him wanted to move whatever they had forward. He wanted a real commitment from Izaya but the sneaky little bastard was flighty as ever. He never stayed the nights always leaving while he was asleep. The flea was like smoke, and the harder he tried to hold onto him the more he slipped through his fingers.
"Well this was fun, but I've got to dash. I've got some work to do with Shiki." Izaya flitted away like some deranged butterfly black coat fluttering behind him. Shizuo lit himself a cigarette and watched him go. A second later his phone dinged and he flipped it open.
Tonight at yours? ;)
He texted back a quick affirmative and headed back toward the bar where Tom was waiting for him.
Izaya groaned his vision was blurry and it felt like he'd just got hit with a fridge which in his life would not be too much of a stretch. He blinked a few times trying to clear his vision and the first thing he saw were bars. He was suddenly more alert, Izaya tried to sit up and his back arched his hands met with cool metal underneath him.
The whole room was damp and smelled strongly of mold and rust. The metal his hands had felt was the floor of a cage that he was currently trapped in. Big enough for him to kneel and sit and long enough to allow a bit of movement but nothing substantial Izaya couldn't even stretch out his sore legs. His signature coat was gone and Izaya hoped whoever did this hadn't destroyed it or the informant was going to start getting seriously angry. His shoes and socks were also gone and his toes were like little icicles. Gods he hated the cold. This bastard was really digging himself into a deep hole. And his damn head still ached.
Izaya's memories of the night before were frustratingly blank and if there was one thing he truly hated was not knowing. He was an informant, a god among men and he knew more than most, he held all the cards, he ruled the game. There were very few of his precious humans that Izaya couldn't read and he was acquainted with all of them. This human had overstepped his bounds. He had tried to be an Icarus, but if that was true then Izaya was the sun and he was going to make whoever it was regret even trying to cage him.
Shizuo cursed. He couldn't believe the damn louse had ditched him. He felt stupid for feeling so damn hurt over it. Once a flea always a flea.
Why do you let him get to you? A pda was thrust into his face. He looked over the phone at Celty, she was parked near the bar he worked at and Shizuo was waiting for Tom so he could start work.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
I know that face, you only get that face when you're thinking about Izaya.
"I don't know Celty, he knows how to get under my skin." Celty was probably the only person who knew how much he cared about Izaya. It was always easy for him to talk to the dullahan, she was one of the few who didn't think of him as a psychotic monster man.
Have you tried to call him?
Shizuo frowned and looked down and away. No chance in hell was he about to call Izaya up, fuck that was probably what Izaya wanted, to see him beg or some weird twisted shit.
Celty gave a small shrug and tapped away for a second. Maybe you should try. Izaya's been changing… sort of. I think you have a bigger effect on him than you think.
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