DISCLAIMER:Don't own Durarara or its characters – Narita-sensei does.
WARNINGS: A teeny tiny bit of BoysLove/ not yaoi! Please, there IS a difference. :3
Sleepless
At some God forsaken hour in the night, in an office situated in Shinjuku, one could hear the soft steady clicking of the keyboard.
Crimson eyes illuminated by the screen observing its information content, taking in what he considered useful.
So much information, so much insufficient time to get it in. His eyes ceased to sting a long time ago.
Rumors have it that a new kind of gang was rooting itself in Ikebukuro, how mundane. He'd seen at least a dozen gangs form and break up even without his interference, yet somehow, this one was making him feel uneasy. There was no explicit explanation as to why, and if there was something the informant loathed from the depths of his soul, was ignorance. A lack of information was not acceptable.
The mere thought of it made him sneer.
'Nothing here either...' He mused. 'They're like a ghost... But sooner or later everyone comes out-'
Suddenly, all movement stops as sharp, well trained ears of the informant pick up on a noise he was not the cause of.
The sound of footsteps.
Just as his eyes transitioned from the screen upwards, the lid of his beloved laptop was snapped shut as another hand reached towards him pulling him from his chair into the darker corner of his own office.
Heiwajima Shizuo woke with a start; his eyelids still heavy and the rest of him demanding his immediate surrender
to sleep on instance, yet he stubbornly ignored it as he got out of bed.
What time was is anyway?
Well whatever it was, it surely wasn't considered healthy by any medical magazine.
As he slid out of bed (too tired to get up properly), the blanked remained stuck on him. He decided to ignore it and on his way out the bed room he just took it with him.
The sound of bare feet against floor boards echoed in the dead of the night as he wandered through the hallway like a sleepwalker – his body moving but his mind asleep.
He reached his destination, and lo and behold, he found a certain chronic insomniac still sitting at the desk and abusing the poor laptop by typing on it to death.
Too tired to even scowl at him, he just walked over and shut the damn thing while looking sleepily into those now moon light illuminated crimson orbs that held a specific glint in them. He knew that glint even in this mind deprived state – he was just too tired to give a dang.
He then reached out and picked Izaya from the chair like a two year old and returned with him to the bedroom.
The moment his head hit the pillows, Izaya secured right next to him, he was already halfway to dreamland. As he put his head above the smaller frame he couldn't help but comment.
"Can't you ruin people's lives at some normal hour?" He mumbled.
A sly smile lined out on Izaya's lips as he tried not to laugh at the whole situation.
"Now where would be the fun in that, Shizu-chan?"
Now if the blond had the strength to, he'd roll his eyes.
"Oh, just sleep." He managed before he drifted off.
Of course Izaya didn't go to sleep – last time he checked, no one was ordering him around and that included Shizuo. So he just lies there, observing the other sleep just so he didn't do what he was told.
Author's Note:
... Yes, I was sleepless, thus the story. :3
I would very much like to hear your opinion on it, so please RnR. :D
P.S. I'm working on a series of one-shots like this one, so I can later begin something longer that will refer to the one-shots, but I won't make it explicitly related, so you don't have to read everything to get it. :3
Aren't I nice? xD