A/N: Can't hold me responsible for this. The idea came to me while reading a Shizaya fanfic, God knows why. Written partially upon request. Kasuka's disguise credited to (omitting origin because the explanation would take too long) not me.
I have issues, happy reading.
He should have known well enough to stay away. To stay away from the city, or at least visit with warning as well as some kind of protection. - Which, in his defense, he'd sought almost immediately. He'd resolved to putting together a poorly constructed disguise consisting of a black hoodie, sunglasses, and a scarf. It wasn't so easy to get away with, considering Summer was approaching fast, but he'd managed it somehow.
That should have kept him safe. He'd reassured Shizuo time and time again that he'd do as he was told and avoid unfortunate situations. He merely wanted a cup of coffee at the local cafe; a popular spot he and his brother inhabited often as children, on their best days.
He tugged the hood up and over his head before his journey and almost nervously tightened the strings as he walked. He kept his head up high, determined to drag as little attention to himself as possible. Holding his head down would only further constitute suspicious accusations. He didn't need his own brother beating the crap out of him out of habit.
The cafe seemed to be a couple blocks away, and he was fine with that. He didn't mind the walk, although it could have been a bit more enjoyable with a considerate lack of people. As of now, everyone and everything was brushing up beside him, some shoving absentmindedly, and it was uncomfortable. Following the flow of the rambunctious crowd, he was let off about a block or so away from the cafe, when someone tugged on his scarf.
He spun around and his scarf dropped, but no one was there. That was fine, it was windy after all.
The next time his scarf had fallen off, he'd already taken his seat at the cafe, and patiently awaited a shorter line to order in peace. He picked up and reinstated his scarf, looking up to come face to face to a wry smile.
It was the smile he could have recognized anywhere. He waved politely.
The man playfully tugged at his scarf, similarly to a child aching for his mother's attention. "How are you doing today, Shizuo's little brother? Or perhaps I shouldn't call you that.. Wouldn't want to alert the beast, now would we?"
He remained silent, deciding the question must have been rhetorical. He was well aware of the bad blood held between the two, and definitely didn't wish to get in the middle of it. Although, if he were to side with someone.. Well, Izaya would remain in Shinjuku in his right world, unable to disturb the peace. His peace.
"Not gonna talk? That's fine, I don't blame you.. I just don't understand how you're able to lie so well to your adoring fans. Think their hearts would break if they knew the real, hollow you?
He glanced at the line occasionally, looking for an excuse to leave his seat, but Izaya's eyes remained on the shaded glasses effectively covering his. He shook his head, providing the shortest answer, although he didn't quite care for the question.
"I almost can't see you in there, Kasuka. It's a good thing I'd recognize your brother's blood a mile away. I was a little disappointed, actually.. I thought for sure I'd have my fun with Shizu-chan today but that'll just have to wait. I feel like devoting all of my attention to you. Now isn't that sweet?"
He remained quiet and looked down at the table, cautiously. Something seemed abnormal.. Even more so than the actual situation.
"Come on now, say something." He groaned, "So quiet, so boring. How do you compare to Shizuo again? I prefer you so much more, but.. It seems you're effectively lacking when it comes to entertainment." Without another word, he left, and Kasuka hoped for the best. That sounded like the end of that, and he was satisfied with himself, despite the rude..compliments?
His phone was out. He was ready to call his brother and meet-up at the cafe, but with Izaya out and about, he was sure that wasn't happening now.
A cup slid across his table. He looked up, ready to explain that he hadn't ordered anything yet, faltering at the sight of Izaya. This man couldn't take a hint.
He looked down at the cup, and up at Izaya.
"It's for you. Go on, drink it.."
He shook his head, hesitant to trust anything offered by Izaya, who'd made quite the name for himself. "No thank you."
He nudged the cup closer, persistently. "Come on now.. I spent good money on that, you really gonna waste it?"
He nodded with no intention to come off rude.
Not thirsty, he wanted to say. Anything to ward the man off, but a hand had coupled on his hood. Tightly. "People like you are the worst.. Bottled up, without a show. I don't think you realize just how boring you are, Ka~su~ka. I'll admit, the thrill of putting my hands on you and summoning Shizuo from whoever's dark corridor he happens to be lurking in is quite satisfying.. but I want you to have some fun. Is that so wrong?"
He pulled away slightly, uncomfortably, but the grip reeled him back. Obviously he was supposed to stay in place. He looked down at the cup, eyes narrowing behind the shade of his hood. "What's wrong with it?"
"Assuming that I'd stoop so low as to poison you is a terrible accusation; one that shouldn't be made so offhandedly. I swear, you're just like your brother..Just how do you wake up every morning, knowing that?"
He ignored the question and slid the cup away. He wanted nothing to do with it, or the man offering.
Izaya looked around the cafe, and back down at his prey. "Trying to blend in, ne? A bit difficult in your shoes but hey, it's none of my business. Let's just hope that your disguise doesn't come crumbling down around your feet.."
He glanced at the irritating man out of the corner of his eyes, without a word. "..."
The grip tightened and Izaya lowered himself to meet the actor's ear, breath ghosting uncomfortably over the lobe. He would have squirmed if he wasn't so determined to keep his composure. "If you must know, there are quite a few people who hate you.. And I mean hate you. So much, they wouldn't have a problem mutilating you in public.. And as far as I know, your precious brother and savior is nowhere around, so that leaves you in an unfortunate situation, doesn't it?"
He grimaced beneath the disguise but relaxed almost immediately, which must have pleased Izaya, because he chuckled slightly at his discomfort. Perhaps it was amusing to see something other than the consistent lack of emotion. He looked down at the cup, frowning slightly.
"Drink it." he commanded softly, careful not to alert the other customers, but his voice was loaded with venom. "Come on, Kasuka. Don't leave your fans waiting.. Be a good boy and drink it."
He really, really didn't want to, but.. He knew what Izaya was capable of. He had witnessed it first hand and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't at least slightly afraid. In fact, his body was shaking nervously under the watchful eye of he who wreaked continuous havoc.
He gripped the handle. Impatiently, a hand gripped his wrist and brought it closer to his lips, clearly intent on getting what he wanted. His mouth shut tightly despite himself and he looked around, wondering what would happen if he screamed.
No. That wouldn't work. It was likely Izaya had thought ahead. He was never empty-handed.. or at least, so claimed the rumor.
He sipped the cup. The taste was bitter but otherwise, it seemed like something he'd warm up to. His brother probably wouldn't stand for the taste, however, and somehow that thought kept him from going mad. Shizuo, Shizuo, Shizuo.. That was better. At least, his brother was out there somewhere and away from Izaya.
It figured that he'd take to comforting thoughts in the face of danger. He'd taught Shizuo to do the same, regardless of the situation.. Izaya nudged his shoulder, urging him to take another sip.
"Finish it."
He did as he was told, downing the cup as he pushed his chagrin aside. Izaya seemed satisfied. His world faded into blackness.
Extra:
Izaya tugged the body into his arms, carefully. He was putting on quite the show for the innocent people around him, but he didn't mind. Citizens of Ikebukuro knew well enough to leave him to his business.. On top of that, he'd informed the cashier that he was merely buying a drink for his friend at that lone table. Sure enough, she bought it all and now that he was a step closer to getting what he wanted.
He'd finally done it. Kasuka Heiwajima was now in his possession.. Shizuo's precious little brother.. His heart practically thralled with joy, thumping excitedly. This was so much fun, so much fun~!
God, Shizu-chan was just going to love him for this.
A/N: You'll get your second chapter soon enough..