Alright, so this is just going to be a section where I put Durarara drabbles, mostly focusing on Shizuo, Izaya and Kasuka.
I have no idea how long each of these are going to be, it could be drabbles or one-shots, it depends how I feel about what I'm writing.
If you guys have any suggestions at any point for what you want to see, just review and lemme know what you want - I can at least try to get it right!
BTW! For people reading my story "Lights.. Camera.. Izaya?", I know I'm late on updating at this point, but as you can see I had other things on my mind!
The only reason I have for not updating is that my mind is clogged with other ideas at the moment, so I'm trying to get them out.
See you in the next chapter!
Rating: T+
Pairing: Shizaya
Izaya stood in his kitchen, humming to himself as he opened the fridge and looked on the third shelf - the shelf saved purely for fatty tuna. Anyone who had looked in his fridge and seen it thinks he has a very, very unhealthy love for this treat of his but he simply didn't care. Some people liked chocolate and icecream, Izaya liked fatty tuna. Simple as that.
And another simple fact was that, despite all the running around Ikebukuro they do, another treat of his is Shizuo Heiwajima. The beast of Ikebukuro. Who was now innocently coming up behind Izaya in the flea's own home.
How is this possible you ask?
How did Shizuo sneak into Izaya's flat without him knowing? How did the strongest man in Ikebukuro sneak up behind Izaya to kill him without the latter's knowledge?
Simply put, he didn't.
He walked up to Izaya, went right up behind him and grabbed the hand resting on the fridge door to pull the flea against him, his other arm going around the flea's waist and, just as he got in the right position, he went in for the kill. Kind of.. The blonde bent down, lips ghosting over Izaya's neck to make him shudder just before taking a nice bite into the side of Izaya's shoulder.
He didn't need to sneak in to Izaya's home, it was his home now too since he moved in a month ago. He also didn't need to sneak up on Izaya to kill him, whether Shizuo decided he wanted to kill Izaya, fuck him or hold him tight, he didn't have to do any sneaking to do it. The strongest man in Ikebukuro simply did it and despite all the odds, no flick-blades came at him the moment he did. Mostly...
Their little 'relationship' as Shinra and Erika call it is still, in lack of a better word, unstable. They lived together, yes. They sometimes slept together in an intimate manner, yes. They sometimes stayed on the couch together and watch Izaya's favorite show, Hanamaru Kindergarten, despite it's childish themes and despite the fact that Shizuo hates it and only puts up with it because it makes his 'flea' laugh, yes.
But they were still them, still the cunning informant and hot-tempered beast of Ikebukuro. And they fought.
On the street... In the hallway... In the living room... At Shinra's... In the bedroom... Mostly in the bedroom...
They fought, is what I'm saying. Sometimes with words, sometimes with flick-blades and stop-signs, but they were still them and even if they always made up and went out to Russia Sushi on a date the next day, always, as a way to apologize to each other, this was how they lived and breathed.
Hell, most of the time neither of them even had a reason for fighting. Shizuo would wake up and do what he did this morning, but instead of a kiss and a bite to mark his 'lover', he would present him with a swift kick to the ass and a threat to knock his head into the counter if he said anything about it before he managed to down a glass of strawberry milk. And sometimes Shizuo would come home from work and Izaya would welcome him with a flick-blade embedded in the door behind him while he typed away in some chat-room at his desk, ignoring the fact that the monster exists and giving him an unexplained silent treatment.
It was a mystery to even them why they did it. It might just be how they help themselves transition from Ikebukuro's best live-action attraction to the cutest couple in town, if that was even possible, but at least neither of them are dead. And as far as their 'friends' are concerned, seeing them happy and breathing was enough to keep them happy as well.
"Flea, if you keep eating that stuff you're going to get fat." Shizuo stated bluntly, looking down at the bite-mark he'd just made, grinning lightly. He trailed his eyes down to see all the other marks he'd left on him the night before as well.
"So what? You'll still love me even if I'm a tiny bit pudgy, right, Shi-zu-chan~?" Izaya asked, glancing at him over his shoulder with a sickly sweet smile but honest eyes. The blonde laughed.
"Of course I will. But I will take on the responsibility of keeping you thin." he said, putting back Izaya's package of fatty tuna before he could protest, shutting the fridge and picking up his raven-haired lover. "In fact, I'll start right now." he purred, heading back to the bedroom with a squirming flea in his arms.