AN: This is my first Shizaya fic, so please review and give me constructive critizism, it is highy appreciated! Anyway, this story is gonna focus on (along with many other things) Shizuo's pov. I feel like there aren't enough fanfictions that are on what Shizuo is feeling, and when this idea hit me, I just had to write it.
The familiar sound of idle chatter echoed through the long passageway halls of Le Grand Lac. It was the absolute best 5 star restaurant to be found in Ikebukuro. One could easily get lost in the immense 3 story building, with an exclusive ballroom, and bar included. There were glamorous white marble staircases, shiny classic black and white checkered floors fresh from waxing, and long rectangular red carpets on top of them for the finishing touch. The walls were adorned with expensive and original art works displayed in golden frames, and the wallpaper was a sultry green shade. The lights were dimmed, so that each crystal chandelier could standout with its own special lights surrounding it.
Pretty much all the rooms looked the same, and there were so many of them, which is why someone who didn't work at the restaurant might get lost. Shizuo Heiwajima had only started working in Le Gran Lac about a year ago, and he was soon about to get a promotion for all of his hard work. Despite being a waiter, working here gave a great income, and very considerate working conditions. Most of his co-workers were pretty easygoing, save the few butt-kissers who would sabotage you in any way possible just to look good in front of their manager. It was so close to almost being his dream job. The only part missing was Shizuo actually getting to cook the food! That was the whole reason that he went through the grueling college years of culinary school, and saved up a big chunk of his money to be able to apply for the job. After many persuasive letters sent and bribing to get accepted (there was a lot of high demand and competition), Shizuo was finally hired for the job. Of course, he was small and work his way up which was his original plan all along. He started out working at the receptionist's desk, until he was promoted to role of a waiter. It was definitely a challenge with all the memorization and hustle, but he was determined to get it right.
"Good evening, may I take your order? Here are today's specials…" It was the same routine every single day. By now he knew all of the dishes, from A-Z memorized like the back of his hand. The same words he had to say every day drilled into his head. Rushing back and forth from table to table to kitchen to table. Plastering a charming smile on his face and presenting a positive and civilized demeanor. Often having to endure flirtatious women, or boisterous men. But it was all worth it, in the end. Like it was noted before, the pay was excellent, and each day that he recited the same words, and did everything over and over again, by going the extra mile to take on longer shift hours, or cutting his lunch break short, he was getting himself one step closer to the chef's position. In the meantime though, Shizuo couldn't help but get bored. He ached for a change. It was annoying how monotone like his life had become, and he yearned for something new. And just like he thought he had hoped, a change did come. And shake up his ordinary life it did. In all honesty, he certainly wasn't expecting this change to happen. He was ready to settle down with the conclusion that it would just never come, and that would be it. Unfortunately for Shizuo, he was extremely unprepared, and vulnerable to this change. He had no warnings that it would come. And when it finally did come, it him right in the face. Literally.
BAM! The tray of food was knocked out of his hand as the two heads collided arousing shocked murmurs from the worried bystanders. A sharp pain struck Shizuo's head, and he found himself on the floor with a raven haired man toppled on him. His cheeks turned crimson red when coffee brown eyes met reddish brown. The man just stared back at him with a mischievous expression. Shizuo felt frozen staring into the man's eyes. A strange unfamiliar feelings crept up into his stomach and then into his chest. It felt warm and fuzzy like, but also made him feel rather sick and suddenly very self conscious. He was propped up on his elbows, with his back on the floor. The man was on all fours over him. Their position rather embarrassing, but neither seemed to take much notice. This would probably be a good time to mention that Shizuo had a very bad temper, which he was thankfully able to control pretty well whenever a customer pissed him off. However, anyone who made him drop a food or drink order would suffer his wrath, which is why everyone who worked at the restaurant and had just witnessed what just happened were very confused as to why Shizuo just half lay there with a frozen look on his face.
Bud-ump. Bud-ump. Bud-ump.
Reality struck Shizuo and he quickly scrambled up to his feet and helped the other man up in embarrassment. "I-i'm so sorry Sir, are you alright?" He mumbled with his head down.
Bud-ump. Bud-ump. Bud-ump.
The ravenette simply smiled at him with a cheshire grin which caused Shizuo to shamefully feel a stirring in his groin.
"Uh-I… Excuse me, Sir. I have to go." And with that, he ran into the kitchen, leaving everyone speechless and rather shocked.
'Was that Shizuo Heiwajima?' 'Why was he so flustered?' 'Is he gonna go on a rampage?' 'Why hasn't he gotten angry?' Everyone murmured in confusion and slight alarm. This was Shizuo Heiwajima, there was no telling what he would do. The ravenette just stood there staring at the doors of the kitchen where the waiter had run off into. The grin never leaving his face. After a moment he casually walked over to the receptionist and asked the woman something. She hesitated but complied to his request, and wrote something down into her notebook. She then unsurly went to her manager. She kept looking back at the man waiting for her as she explained his request. The manager laughed at what she said, but nodded his head giving her the approval.
"Thank you very much Miss." He said as he started walking out.
"Sir! Would you please tell me the name to put down?"
"Put it down as, Izaya Orihara." And with that, he walked away.
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