Don't own Durarara! but I do have nasty experiences with forgetting to put disclaimers. shizaya is love. xxlenniemoo
It was a hot summer day. The rest of Shizuo's gym class had already sped outside for their twelve minute run. It was a blistering hot day in the middle of June and school was just about to end. One would say, despite the grueling runs during physical education, this month, that was inching towards the end of the school year, was paradise. But when summer break really came, that was another story. Heaven, would be the best description.
Shizuo had already gotten changed in the boy's change room and was just about to exit the stuffy room before he was brutally ambushed at the doorway.
"There you are Heiwajima-san." The fat, old, and balding teacher waddled up to him, and Shizuo desperately wished to be outside in the fresh summer air.
"I need you to take out the pinnys for soccer. They're in the cabinet of the storage room."
"Er. Alright." He felt a wave of dissapointement immediately wash over him as he treaded down the stairs to the storage room. It was rather dusty there are well, and Shizuo wished even more desperately that he could just get this over with. The storage room wasn't exactly an enjoyable place.
Slowly turning the key that the teacher had given him into the lock, the mechanism clicked and Shizuo turned the knob, slipped in, and the door closed behind him with a click.
The lights were mysteriously, already lit, and the bright fluorescent light lit up the room. The blonde scanned the room and found a dirty green metal cabinet beside the washing machines, and it was quite large. He was even surprised that the school even had washing machines, and what the heck they used them for. The pinnys sure didn't smell like they had been washed frequently as well, and everyone in gym class knew that for a fact.
Shitty teacher. He could've come here himself. Or asked that flea, Izaya to come instead of me.
Angry thoughts materialized at the mention of Izaya.
He angry grabbed the medal knob and nearly crushed it with his inhuman strength. The cabinet was luckily unlocked as well, because Shizuo did not want to try every single key on the large ring of keys that the old man had handed him. The inside smelled of metal and looked rusty, but as far as he could tell, there was no bright yellow carton of pinnys as there usually was.
"What the f-" he groaned silently to himself before he was shortly interrupted by a strong push to his back by a pair of small hands.
Shizuo crashed into the inside of the cabinet with a nasty bang and he regained his footing after colliding his head with the roof of the cabinet.
And when he turned around, of course, who else? Izaya Orihara smirked and prepared to shut the green ominous doors and lock Shizuo in.
"FUCKER!" He roared and grabbed Izaya's wrist before he could do anything else. The boy fell forward with shock and collided with Shizuo in the cramped cabinet and the green doors slammed in with a loud crash and Izaya breathed heavily.
"Well, you sure are a freaking idiot." he let malice coat his voice.
"I'm not someone who freaking waits for someone in a storage room just to lock them into some retarded cabinet!"
"Shut up okay? We're locked in, but the teacher will probably come at the end of class okay?"
"THIS IS ALL YOUR FUCKING FAULT IZAYA!" He snarled at gave a punch to Izaya's stomach. It was too dark to see his grimace but even too dark to see his immediate recovery.
The two commenced to tackle each other in the dark and cramped space.