A Christmas gift for me not keeping up with updates on Calming sea~

I own nothin~! And yus this will be rated very very mature

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It was time.

Shizuo bit his lip, glaring uncomfortably at the blue bottle of vanilla cologne. Verona suggested it for him, said his blind date would love a smell to associate with their night. By Blind, they really did mean the word.

"Nise Namamura." He whispered under his breath, reaching for the new bottle. He hadn't smoked that day, Tom thought it was a bit endearing that he wanted to have a good impression on someone who he had never met. His daily pack sat unopened in his employers pocket.

"That's a very strange name." Noted Tom, leaning against the door jam, smirking at his friend's hesitance again.

"He said his parents favoured strange things. His sister's also have unusual names."

"Oh, really?"

Shizuo nodded, he sprayed the cologne on, wincing when it was cold against his neck. He was not in one of his precious bartender outfits, gifts from his brother. He wore a dark blue sweater, black jeans held up by a belt, and a wrist watch borrowed. He did not know why he needed one, Verona said he'd understand later.

"So," Tom stopped him at the door, "rules!"

"Fuck you." Shizuo, who was already nervous enough did not need the lecture for his date. He respected Tom, Tom was truly a good friend, but Tom could be a little too american.

"So snappy~!" Laughed the other, "just watch your temper, and guide him across the street. If he happens to actually know you-," Shizuo's main fear," - then say that you're turning a new leaf and need guidance. Chicks and gays, love that stuff."

He shot Tom a look, his sexuality something not really to be joked at. Well, nothing about him was safe to joke at.

"Goodluck!" Tom walked with him to the apartment door, following Shizuo out with a friendly grin. "If you score remember to walk him home at least."

"Tom!" Shizuo growled, a light blush crossing his face as he strided down the steps.

His friend gave him a pat on the back, then a thumbs up before heading off to his home leaving Shizuo to the wild night ahead.

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"Grey beanie, red shirt, black dog at… Katsumidori." He chanted, ignoring the looks he got from familiar residence of Ikebukuro. Many went out of their way to avoid his path, and cars stopped letting him cross on red lit walks.

He didn't mind that aspect of his infamous name, people were not bothering him, no one pissed him off.

He was nervous enough and did not need shit.

"Grey beanie, red shirt, black dog, katsumidori."

A good sushi place recommended by Nise.

Nise Namamura. A funny, mysterious man who captivated him on their first call. He had a playful voice, a tone of intelligence that Shizuo liked, but an ear to listen. He listened to Shizuo talk about his work (minus the violence), his apartment, his brother being a well known name, they talk about music, about parks and foods both opting for their first date to be a sushi place.

He hoped Nise got there fine. Shizuo did not know if life was hard for a blindman, from what Nise had told him it took a lot of getting used to. He had lost his sight when he was about fifteen to an aggressive fever. Shortly after his first year of highschool, Nise sounded sad and Shizuo filled the silence with a story he was reading about a man who discovered the true nature of London.

He remembered the final words of that first conversation, "despite him finding out London's darkest reaches, he still loves the city. He returns to his normal life, but in the end he goes back to that love. And lives the rest of his life in that dark underbelly."

"Would you love me if I were like London, Katei?" -Shizuo's alias, Kateite Kinashima.

"I think I'd love you more."

Flirting, something Shizuo found himself laughably bad at, yet Nise didn't chuckle and they said their goodnight.

They've spoken for four months after, Nise worked for an insurance company. Shizuo didn't ask which, he had lied about his career saying he was an officer who collected unpaid rents. It made Tom laugh for half an hour, but Nise bought it and said it was a very neat thing.

He reached the restaurant, nerves humming with excitement as he saw the grey beanie. A big black service dog laid by the chair, it's head rest on massive paws and big brown eyes bored.

Shizuo closed his eyes, took a deep breath, then opened the door walking to the table past the waitresses.

"N-Nise?"

"Ah, Katei." Nise turned to him, the face striking Shizuo to the core.

Fury flared in him.

The urge to punch out the small man before him rose as fast as a light being switched on.

Izaya fucking Orihara was pretending to be blind. Pretending to be Nise Namamura. Wearing a stupid dark red shirt, a stupid grey beanie, stupid black and blue sock.

He paused, the socks didn't match. Something, his anger quelled down, something told him to hold out and see how far this act would go. Izaya had pride. Izaya was always pristine and on top of everything, so a simple sock would definitely drive the fucker man in Shizuo's eyes.

'Nise' raised an arm, reaching a little to the right of Shizuo, who curiously obligated. He leaned down, hugging the younger.

"Vanilla?" Izaya smelled, a soft smile on his face when Shizuo pulled back.

"Y-Yeah," Shizuo not a million times for confident to continue the act, sat across from the flea. "My friend suggested I pretty much scent mark myself."

The laugh that followed, so light and pure, stirred back the excitement Shizuo had felt on the way there.

"Scentmark? Well, don't I feel special~." Izaya leaned forward, hands folding under his chin as his eyes landed on Shizuo's neck. "Unfortunately, your friend picked the right smell."

"You like it?"

Faint, like pink silver dust, Izaya's cheeks changed color.

"I'd say yes, I may not like sweets but I think I'd like anything sweet off of you."

The innuendo was not lost on Shizuo, who found himself unable to answer for many moments. Izaya just flirted with him, face to face.

He was on a date with Izaya.

The string of obscenities, and unpleasantries flung across his mind, and stubbornly he lifted his menu intent on ordering the most expensive thing. It did not matter what it was, he was going to order it, eat it, then leave Izaya to pay. Petty, but worth it for the long ruse.

"What were you thinking of ordering?" Izaya, who had not touched his menu asked, hands still folded under his chin as he listened intensely.

Eyeing him, Shizuo noticed his hands were trembling.

"Are you alright?" He found himself saying, "Nise?"

"Yeah," the blush made it's return, "I don't see people like this often so I'm a bit nervous. In this area I'm afraid I have a bad reputation." He laughed fakely, as if trying to ease Katei.

Shizuo went back to reading, "I think I'm going to have the salmon King." He said, taking the expensive dish.

"Why not Tuna?"

"I'm not a fan of tuna." Said Shizuo, watching the pout that came on Izaya. "What are you going to get?"

Izaya shrugged, "If you could pick something with tuna in it for me, that'd be nice."

Shizuo sighed, he was about to speak when the look of concern froze him.

"Katei?"

"I'm alright, I just forgot that you can't read your menu." Lied Shizuo, "I feel a bit bad."

"It's fine, just read some stuff out loud for me."

Shizuo obliged, wondering how far Izaya really would go to pull the ruse. The flirt about sweets was still on his mind, and curiosity did dwell in him. Would Izaya sleep with him? If he did then Shizuo would have the perfect thing to ruin the informant with, the perfect tease and possible end of their long fights. He could just bring up how he made Izaya beg under him for release, and arousal sprung in his gut.

The waitress came over, smiling until she saw Shizuo's face. She forced a friendly demeanor, taking their orders with a pitying glance at the dog by their feet.

"The dog, what is it?"

"His name is Janpu. He's very friendly." The mention of the dog's name caused the large canine to sit up. Izaya pat it's head, and Janpu licked his hand. "One lick means he's alright, two means he's got to go outside. I've had him for five years and he's been with me everyday."

Liar, thought Shizuo who watched the dog lay back down with a huff.

"He's a big boy."

"Yup, my big baby." Izaya laughed, "when he's not working he's like a giant cat. He doesn't play, just wants to lay on my lap even when I'm working."

"All dogs are lap dogs," Shizuo found himself relaxing again, "One of my childhood friend's had this great dane named Dippi, he was deaf and crazy."

"A great dane in the city?"

"Had to carry a shovel after him."

They both laughed, and their drinks came.

Izaya ignored the straw that was sat on the table, and brought up his water.

"To us," He said, "a friendship found online."

Shizuo tapped his glass to Izaya's, "a love to find in person." He tested the tease, but found Izaya smiling.

"I hope so."

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Red: Let me know what you think of this one! It'll be a fun little fic I'm sure, and I hope you all enjoy it lots!