Alright guys! New story time! Hope you all enjoy it and warning, it is M rated for a reason. Smut and language^w^
I do not own Durarara! Or its characters!
I know he can be hit by a bus, fall 30 ft, and lift cars like they're paper weights and still live. So… how could he just-
Izaya paced the floor of his apartment and grumbled in annoyance. He hated to admit the fact that he was actually getting overworked for the damn brute, let alone feel like THIS, over something so common among humans…..
Oh wait, you don't know? Let me explain….
Shizuo died.
You don't understand? Congratu-fucking-lations. Neither do I.
I found out that Shizu-chan died about a week ago from a gunshot to the head. Just one measly bullet and….Poof. He's not there anymore, and my life is fucked up.
I've stayed up almost every single night this week, going through records, phone records, police files, doctor files, making phone calls, talking with Yakuza, EVERYTHING. Driving myself crazy with the simple fact that Shizuo can't be dead. It's just impossible. Maybe I'm crazy and maybe I just can't accept it but, he just CAN'T be gone.
When I found out a week ago, I didn't know what to do with myself. For about the first 24 hours, I just laughed it off, as if I actually got my information wrong for once.
But then….
When I went down to Ikebukuro, no Shizu-chan.
When I went to Russian Sushi, no Shizu-chan.
When I went to Shinra's, no Shizu-chan.
No Shizu-chan, No Shizu-chan, No Shizu-chan, No Shizu-chan!
By the third day, I had already stayed up the whole night looking through video tapes of places he might be. Then… Well, then that lead to me not doing my work, having Namie-san not come in, and putting off my essentials for living.
Now, you're looking at the final product. After just one week I've become this crazy, sleep deprived, and emotionally unstable. My life really did revolve around Shizu-chan….
I got up and stretched from the seat on the couch I wasn't even aware I sat down on in the first place. Yawning, I slugged over to my bedroom and immediately collapsed onto my bed, feeling my eyes disobey my will to stay awake. Eventually, I just gave up and let sleep consume me.
"AHHHHHH!" I sat up, screaming, sweat covering the bed. My eyes widened as I trembled, trying to fight back all of the images that kept plaguing my mind.
What images you ask? Oh… well, in the medical and police reports, there were pictures of Shizu-chan's body.
Where he was when he got shot, where the bullet landed, what he looked like, and then a whole bunch of nothing for a suspect.
All I dreamt about when I slept, was the bloody images of the monster of Ikebukuro, lying pathetically on his back with blood everywhere. On his shirt, vest, face, pants, hair, even his blood that was splattered on the ground and walls. Everything was haunting me and the images just wouldn't clear from my clouded mind.
I rocked back and forth as I could almost vividly see the blood coming out from the front part of his head where he got shot.
"Shizu-chan…" I whimpered and buried my face into my knees.
I'm a god. Why am I acting so pathetic?
This is what happens when I end up getting attached to something- it gets ripped from my grasp in the most horrid way possible. I almost want to say I had feelings for the protozoan but…. I'm Izaya Orihara. I don't have the time, or use for feelings.
I grit my teeth as soft tears rolled down the sides of my face and quickly wiped them away in frustration. They kept on coming relentlessly though, and I sobbed into my knees, muttering Shizuo's name quietly over and over until I passed out.
How did I get so attached to the brute in the first place?...
I leapt out of bed, seeing as I wouldn't be able to sleep anymore due to faint memories of Shizu-chan still lingering in my mind. It's been one month since Shizuo died. I've gotten a little better since the first week, but I haven't set foot in Ikebukuro since. I'm still having nightmares too…
Today though, I decided I needed to get out of the house a little.
Fresh air is good for you, ne?
I got on my shoes and grabbed my jacket, walking out the door with my switch blade in my pocket.
I headed outside and started my walk to Ikebukuro.
It was only about 20 minutes, but I needed some time outdoors, I looked like shit. People noticed too, but I didn't really care. I just needed to get over my grieving a little bit- if you could call it that.
I eventually arrived in the all too familiar city and kept my gaze down, deciding to put up my hood and zip up my jacket. I don't really feel like observing my oh-so-precious humans today.
Passing by different shops and stores I smirked to myself, noticing a street sign that was still uprooted and sticking out of an alley wall from where we had one of our many games of chase. Ah, that day I had just simply walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek.~ Seeing that blush on his face was worth it for a black eye though. I think that I really did have feelings for the brute. Maybe I even-
CRASH.
I stumbled backwards and suddenly felt the cold concrete meet the back of my head. I held in a groan of pain as the unknown object also stumbled but didn't fall. Did I run into a brick wall?
"Oh, I'm so sorry sir!" A rich voice said and I sat up, rubbing my head and wincing at the pain.
Ohhhh… It was a person.
The man held his hand out to me and I took it, using it to help me stand. As I rubbed the tender spot on my head I got a better look at the unusually tall man. My eyes widened, taking in his familiar features.
He looked like Shizu-chan.
He had black hair instead of blonde. He had blue eyes instead of mocha. But his build, height, and voice were almost exactly the same! The only difference was that he wore glasses, which wasn't really Shizu-chan's style but… they looked nice in him.
He seemed to be in a slight state of surprise as well before his features became calm and he looked down.
"A-Are you okay?" He asked quietly.
"Oh, yeah… I'm fine!~ Just bumped my head!~" I said in my usual, upbeat voice and he nodded, fixing his glasses before bowing deeply.
"I-I'm sorry for you inconvenience Mr.… um…" I laughed and patted his head, making him blush a little.
"You don't know who I am? Oh, what a shame~ I'm Izaya Orihara. Pleasure to meet you!" I said and stuck out my hand. He smiled gently and returned my greeting, shaking hands.
"I'm Tsugaru Okumura. The pleasure is mine." I stared at him for a moment, not sure what to do… His smile is so- loving. Handsome. I don't really know what to do with myself, but right now all I want to do is-
"Orihara-san?" He asked and interrupted my thoughts.
Probably for the better…
"O-Oh… what?" I asked in embarrassment and he chuckled slightly.
"Would you let go of my hand please?" I paused and then withdrew my hand instantly, my face heating up.
"Sorry! I uh- well, you're new here right? Because almost everyone in Ikebukuro knows who I am or at least my face~" I taunted playfully, trying to veer away from my embarrassment.
"Yeah actually. I just moved here from England."
He's from England?
"But you speak Japanese so well? Were you born here?"
"Yes. My parents moved me out to England when I was 3 years old because of their work. I'm just now coming back to Japan."
"Ah… So, in other words… you need a guide to help you get around better right?" I smirked and he looked almost… nervous?
"Th-That won't be necessary… I'm pretty good with directions and-"
"But you made me fall and hit my head on the rough concrete. I at least deserve being treated to dinner~" I announced slyly and he huffed, struggling with his composure.
"I guess… that sounds okay. How about I treat you tomorrow around 6?" He said rather quickly and I was surprised that he actually agreed. I nodded cheerfully and he went on.
"Any ideas on where to go? Don't pick a super expensive place either! I'm limited on money until I get my new job going." I laughed and nodded, telling him to meet me at a place called Russian sushi.
We finished our conversation, waved goodbye, and went our separate ways. I felt the forgotten emptiness in my heart begin to ache as I got farther and farther away from the dark haired male.
I just met him. Is it because he looks like Shizu-chan and I'm still not over it? Or is it just… Well, if I knew, I'd tell you.
I sighed and flipped my hood back up, covering my eyes just enough to where I could see where I was going, but not enough to look at all the people going by.
I don't want my beloved humans to see me cry. Thinking about Shizu-chan so much always makes me want to cry.
When I got home, I went straight to my computer. I figured I wouldn't be sleeping much now that I had too many things running through my mind. I cuddled into my jacket for warmth, since I was too lazy to turn on the heat, and typed the ravens name into different data bases. The odd thing? Well…
I found little to no actual information on him anywhere.
Black hair, blue eyes, needs prescription lenses. Name is Tsugaru Okumura, brother of Rin and Yukio Okumura. No major health problems or addictions. Lived in England for 21 years. Age 24. Height is 185cm, weight is 154 lbs, blood type is A, birthday is January 16th.
The only thing different about him is his slight change in appearance and background…
Shizu-chan's blood type is O and his birthday is the 28th, not the 16th. Shizu-chan had blonde hair and caramel eyes, and didn't need glasses.
I sighed and turned off my computer, pushing away from my desk and standing up.
Why do I keep comparing this man to Shizu-chan? Ha- what's sad is how much I already know about Shizuo…
It was 5 in the morning and I had to meet Tsugaru-san at 6pm, so I guess can sleep in. Dragging my feet to my bed I stripped myself of all my clothing except my underwear and dove underneath the covers, nuzzling into the soft fabric. I yawned and closed my eyes, finally being able to fall asleep.
"Nuhh- Shizu-ch-chan~…" I moaned, feeling his arousal plunge into me deeply.
"I-Izaya…You're s-so tight…" He muttered before starting to thrust at an agonizingly slow pace. I felt like I was going to die from sheer pleasure but, I wanted more. I needed to be as connected to him as possible, mark him as mine, keep him all to myself.
"Sh-Shizu-chan… Ahhh~ f-faster…" I panted and dug my nails into his back. He let out a low growl and started up a much faster pace, like he was waiting for this moment as well. Sweat dripped from his skin onto mine, our bodies heating up so much that we felt like we were on fire.
The bed moved with his thrusts and I was a moaning mess beneath him. He brought our lips together in a bone crushing kiss that only seemed to arouse us even more. My member throbbed as he hit that one spot inside of me that made me see stars, taking my breath away. Quite literally.
"AHHH! Sh-Shizu- cha-naahhh~ Th-there…. G-Go there…" I pleaded and he smirked, thrusting into the sensitive nerves over and over. He then reached down to my member and stroked it generously, wanting me to climax.
"Come for me…. Izay-
I snapped my eyes open, finding myself lying on my side and panting quite heavily. My face turned red as I looked down to see my leaking member, aroused and pleading to be released.
I didn't know why I was dreaming of Shizu-chan. I don't know why I'm aroused or why I was doing those things with him in my dream. I don't know my true feelings for the brute- but I know they're not normal.
All I know is, I fucking need him back.
I sat up in frustration and leaned against the cool back bored of my bed, grasping my member. I immediately started to pump up and down on it, wanting to feel the pleasure of my climax. I was going at a steady pace, occasionally rubbing the head and moaning at the sensitivity.
I began to feel my breathing get shallow and my abdomen tightens, already so close to cuming. Sweat laced my brow as my sweet release made my eyes roll back.
"Ahh! Sh-Shizuo…Hahh.." I panted and bit my lip, seeing my release go all over the sheets. After sitting there for a moment and bathing in the afterglow of my climax, I got up and cleaned myself off.
When I walked into the bathroom I flicked on the light, cringing at the brightness and switching on the water. I stood there and stared at myself long and hard in the mirror, still running my hands underneath the water.
My hair was a mess, I had slight bags underneath my eyes, and I looked even skinnier than before.
I've lost weight?
I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, returning to my sweet, sweet bed. It's not that hard to believe that I'm still this tired even though I slept for at least half the day, considering that fact that I haven't really been sleeping much anyway.
After I had gotten back to bed I just now got embarrassed that I had done such a shameful thing. On top of that, I only had about one hour before I had to meet Tsugaru-san.
Sighing again, I turned back around and took a shower. I figured if I was going to meet with a stranger, I shouldn't look like complete shit this time.
When I got out, I dressed in my normal attire. Jacket and black pants with a black shirt. The only thing different was I brought a red scarf and gloves so I wouldn't freeze my ass off on the walk there. It was actually getting pretty cold outside. I hate the cold.
On the walk there I thought quietly to myself, nuzzling into the fabric of the scarf and depending on the fur of my jacket to keep me warm. Like I said, I've never been a big fan of cold.
Thoughts of what just happened about 30 minutes ago started to come back to my mind and I blushed, trying not to think about it because, as embarrassing as it was, it also was the saddest thing in the world.
Having fantasies over somebody who's dead. Yeah, that's not crazy or anything….
I still just can't accept it. I really do think that he's not dead. That he's just living somewhere else in secret or something but… I know it can't be true. I just want to believe it's true.
Interrupting my thoughts, I soon came across Russian Sushi and found a spot to sit, farthest away from the door as possible. Simon came up to me as I blew hot air into my hands, trying to warm them even though I was wearing gloves.
"Yo! You decide to eat Sushi? Just you?" He asked and I smiled, shaking my head.
"No. I have a friend coming to meet me, so I'll wait on ordering for a second Simon." I said politely and he nodded, walking off to attend to some other costumer. I groaned and rested my head on the table, staring at the door.
Why did I even want him to treat me again anyway?... Oh- right. He made me fall down and hit my precious head.
I brought my gloved hands up to my mouth and blew hot air on them again, trying to get more of my face warm this time rather than my hands. I glanced at the clock and it was 5 minutes until 6. Waiting 5 minutes alone takes foreverrrrrrr.~ I feel like whining and throwing a tantrum like a 3 year old!~
My eyes light up though at the sight of the tall, raven haired male and Simon greeted him, pointing him over to my table. He nodded and thanked him before walking over and taking a seat across from me.
"Good evening Orihara-san. A bit cold?" He chuckled and I grinned.
"I do hate the cold~ Can't stand it one bit to be honest, haha. And you can call me Izaya, Orihara makes me feel old!~" I laughed and he rubbed the back of his head, nodding.
"Alright then uh-…" He paused and took a breath, "…Izaya-kun." My heart fluttered at the mention of my name from his lips and I felt like I couldn't breathe.
He said my name like Shizu-chan.
I looked down and tried to keep my composure. I hid my eyes behind my bangs and hood and faked my one of a kind smirk, desperately trying not to show my true emotions.
"Haha, that's better~ How about I call you by your first name too? Tsu-chan sounds good!" I laughed and he huffed, falling for my mask.
"I don't like that name! I'm not a girl…" He protested and stopped, looking at me cautiously. I could almost feel all the color leave my face when his gaze searched me for sighs of what was wrong.
I panicked.
"Ne ne, Simon~ Come get our order~" I called, still trying to pull my best face, tricking the raven once again and he sighed and gave Simon his order.
"I'll have the Otoro." I said after he placed his order. Simon laughed and went to get our food.
"Heh, you like that stuff?" The male chuckled and I nodded, smirking.
"Of course! After all, I haven't had it since-" I paused and felt I was at a loss of words.
Can I really not say it out loud? It's not that hard! It's already been a month! Right? That's enough time to burry your feelings and just go back to normal…. Right?
"Um, never mind. Hahaha so, Tsu-chan, what brought you back to Japan?"
I need to change the subject.
"Oh- well, I actually… just had a lot of things here I couldn't seem to forget about. That and, I didn't really feel right in England, even though there where good jobs and stuff." He said truthfully and I looked at him questioningly.
"Oh? Well that's good! Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
You already know this Izaya.
"Yeah, I do. Two brothers. They kind of look like me but younger." I smiled and nodded, not really wanting to question him any more about things I already knew.
Simon came back with our orders and Tsugaru took his, turning ever so slightly that I noticed something peculiar.
There was a blonde hair on his jacket.
Dun dun DUN! Haha sorry XD gotta save some 'omg-ness' for the next chapter~ PLEASE review and tell me what you think?
And yes, for those of you who might know Blue Exorcist, I used them just for description purposes and stuff :P I don't own them either!
Thank you for reading!~ I'll update soon!