I DO NOT OWN DURARARA!
RANDOM CHILD FLUFF THAT I THOUGHT OF WHEN RUNNING IN THE DARK
Yeah, I'm weird like that XD
Anyways, enjoy a 9 year old Shizuo and an 8 year old Izaya~
"Shizuo! Come here!"
"Coming! Just a second!" the brunet called back, hurriedly getting up. He ignored the dull pains from the only recently healed injuries from his failed attempt at picking up and throwing a refrigerator.
"This is the son of one of your father's co-workers. His name is Izaya Orihara," Shizuo's mother explained.
He looked over at the frail looking boy who stared back at him with odd reddish-brown eyes. After a few moments, the boy gave him a smile that somewhat resembled a cat's face.
Shizuo frowned some, 'I don't like him...'
"Be nice, okay?"
"...Okay," the brunet pouted.
The pale boy- Izaya -giggled, his odd eyes twinkling.
"How old are you?"
"...Nine."
"...Why is your hair so messy?"
"...'Cause it is."
"Hmmph...You'd look good as a blond y'know," the smaller boy reached for the older boy's hair and played with a few strands.
Pulling away, the brunet shot him a weird look, "Why would I bleach it?"
"I dunno~ I just think you'd look even cuter as a blond~."
"Whateve- Wait, what?"
All he got was a kitty face from Izaya once again.
Shizuo gave Kasuka a look which read as 'You heard that too, right?'. He got a slight nod in response.
Needless to say, he wasn't looking forward to having the strange, black-haired boy sleeping in the same room as him.
The older boy had barely managed to sleep at all when he was woken up by a small cold hand on his shoulder, shaking him lightly.
"Mmmmph...what...?" he grumbled, rubbing his eyes.
"It's dark," the mischief in Izaya's voice from earlier that day was noticeably absent.
"Yes...it is."
"...I don't like the dark." The tiny hand hesitantly clung ever so slightly to Shizuo's sleeve.
"...Deal with it," he mumbled as he tugged out of the younger boy's grasp. 'Seeing as how creepy you are, you'll probably be in it a lot when you're older.'
It wasn't long before he started hearing muffled and stifled sobs and sniffles. It also wasn't long before the guilty knot in his gut became too much to handle.
"If...you're gonna cry...don't hold it back," the brunet whispered carefully.
"I'm...I'm not c-crying," Izaya barely managed to reply.
Pausing for a moment, Shizuo then sighed and stood up. After he turned on his bedside lamp, he knelt in front of the pale boy who was frantically wiping away the tears with his long black sleeves. Very carefully and gently, he enveloped the smaller boy in a warm hug.
Rather quickly, the black-haired boy stopped crying as he clung tight to the older boy, his face buried in the small chest in front of him.
Once Izaya had completely calmed down, Shizuo let go and stood up. He pulled the persistently clinging boy to his feet.
"W-where are we going?"
"The kitchen."
"Wh-Why?"
"You'll find out."
When the pair made it to the kitchen, Shizuo turned on the lights and then rummaged around in the refrigerator. Moments later, he closed the door with a glass bottle of milk in hand. He offered it to the smaller boy
Blinking innocently (and rather adorably the older boy noted embarrassedly), Izaya accepted the bottle and offered the best confused look he could. "What's this for?"
"Milk makes everything better."
And I just killed myself with cuteness. Ah, well, I needed that since school has been slowly killing me XD
Hopefully I can update my other fics soonish XD
Reviews are always welcome and very encouraged~