Written for the DRRR Kinkmeme. I hope you guys like it. :D
Original prompt:
Izaya is cross dressing as Kanra to get information and Shizuo unexpectedly runs into him during a business meeting. Shizuo recognizes him immediately (maybe cuz of smell?) and decides to troll Izaya by pretending to be Kanra-chan's boyfriend.
I wanna see Shizuo enjoying the hell outta it and Izaya trying everything (stealthily) to get him to go away. What happens after is up to you. :D
Bonus: if the day after the news is all over the internet and the chatroom is all excited for 'Kanra', much to Izaya's dismay.
"Anger was washed away in the river along with any obligation."
― Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
The wind blew hard that night, his lit cigarette flickering lightly, arms resting along the steel frame of the rather compact balcony. His eyes slid closed, the cathartic feeling of relief washing over him in open waves that soaked him from head to toe. It was the greatest feeling, being completely and absolutely unchained to bitter realities, especially those of his irascible nature - the realities of those violent days and temperamental tendencies that he could never outrun, both metaphorically and mentally. He brought the cigarette to his lips expertly, dragging a sour inhale of tobacco, reveling in the glory of nicotine. A fountain of smoke braided out of his nose, a tinted sigh escaping him.
He hadn't felt like this in quite a while; he hadn't had the time before, he supposed, to be able to sit around and do nothing for an entire evening. His job was taxing for the most part, even if it was not taken seriously by people he would rather not think of in his happy stupor. I should really get to doing this more often, he thought idly, bending down to crush the fag between two of the lined, restricting steel poles. He breathed heavily, running a hand through his knotted hair, courtesy of the afternoon nap he'd taken. A nap that had also left him with more energy than he knew what to do with. It was a relaxed sort of energy, yes; but energy was energy, and Shizuo knew he would be staying up tonight.
He padded back into the apartment, a pleasant warmth engulfing his body as his bare feet hit the warm moquette floors, blue tracksuit dragging behind his steps. It was definitely a nice change from the frosty night-air, albeit not as refreshing. He made it a habit not to smoke within the apartment itself, even if he was in bed and the large windowpane was very close. He didn't feel like stinking up the place, even though he kind of liked the smell of burning tobacco.
After closing the sliding glass, he turned his attention to his phone, which was blinking rather dejectedly on the coffee table. He raised an eyebrow. It was unlikely that anyone left him a missed call or a message now of all times. It wasn't horribly late, but it was pretty late. Ten, for Shizuo, was late. He was usually dead by eight-thirty on a good day, milk drunk and all.
He hummed curiously, picking up the device, watching the screen light up excitedly. Kadota? Shizuo was confused at this point. There was both a call and a few text messages left by the man. Kadota was Shizuo's friend, for the most part - or so the blond considered him such, anyway. They hadn't spoken much after high-school, but then again, none of them have; not Shinra or Kadota, or even Shizuo and Izaya - save the more recent chases. Shizuo only ever visited Shinra when he was cut or shot or something, and really only saw Kadota on the streets fortuitously. They did speak every now and then, but never as often as before. With an exhale, Shizuo opened the message.
'u up for a drink' was all it said. The blond raised an eyebrow; it was possible that both the otaku were driving the man insane, so maybe he needed an outlet. Shizuo just couldn't understand why he of all people was Kadota's choice of company. He flipped to the next message, expression still bewildered.
'none of them can handle liquor for shit and togusas at the mechanic or smth dunno'
Shizuo smirked, well that answers that. He quickly dialed the man's number, bringing the mobile phone up to his ear. The texts were sent to him a good twenty, twenty-five minutes ago, and part of him was hoping the man would pick up soon. Shizuo hadn't had a real drink ever since the brat, who had yet to mature properly, got him fired from his bartender job. He's avoided bars for a while, hoping to stop any unwarranted feelings of nostalgia. I actually fucking liked that job, dammit.
After a few consecutive rings, he heard the subtle opening of the line.
"Kadota? Yeah. You still up for that drink?"