I don't give a shit about accuracy. Fuck that.

This story wasn't really meant to be enjoyed, I just had this idea for a quick little thing, and I hope it's not the biggest pile of crap anyone has ever had the displeasure to lay their eyes on.

I suppose it would be slightly AU

And I'm most likely not the best writer, at least I can spll and do gud grammer.

Also I have no idea why shizuo is reading a book- I just don't even. It's late I just don't even.

Thanks~

Once Upon A Fucking Shitty Story

Izaya set down the bottle of sleeping pills onto Shizuo's counter and snuck one quick glance back at the tall bartender. Noting that he did still have his back turned with his face in some book Izaya himself would never care to know the name of, he picked a capsule and emptied it's contents into the thick brown liquid. He almost thought to have a sip, but chuckled at that and set the cup at the elbow of his once mortal enemy.

Only recently had Shizuo started to warm up to Izaya, first simply settling to talk to him for maybe a few seconds until he got pissed off again. A few seconds became a few minutes, which became hours, but it never seemed they would be (or could be, for that matter) friends of any sort. However, the small ray of hope quickly evolved into trust, something neither of the two ever thought was possible between them. Still, there he was wide open, with his back turned. Like the idiot he is.

He closed the book, careful to mark his page and turned to face the table, sniffing the air around the cup. Izaya watched with a smirk as he raised the mug up to his face as if nothing was even slightly out of the ordinary. It was no surprise, Shizuo was too absent minded for life.

"What?" he asked sharply, interrupting the smaller man's thoughts, and the devious smile faded from his face.

"Oh. No. Nothing." He replied and moved on to awkwardly examine the bedroom nearby.

"tastes like shit"

Izaya took a step toward a shelf holding a stack of DVDs, and displaying false interest, he stepped even closer to examine them. Of course they were all the recordings of his brother's appearances on television, that was to be expected. Tapping his feet and staring into the reflective back of a DVD he was growing impatient.

"Shizuo?" he inquired sticking his head into the kitchen where he should have been awake and drinking the hot chocolate, but Izaya found this to only be half true.

Shizuo's eyelids shot open, sound only reaching his hears in short puffs of great volume. He sprung up his hands to quickly cover his hears and within moments the sound had completely ceased. Now he heard singing in the distance, soft like a lullaby.

What the hell. Where the hell am I?

He looked up at the sky, which was a shade of orange-pink, like it always was. Wait- what? The man stood up and took a minute to wonder. The sky isn't orange, but what color is it again? He pressed a hand to his forehead and squeezed is eyes shut, but no answer came to his mind.

"Dammit!" he yelled kicking a purple rock far enough so that it was out of his sight.

Izaya placed Shizuo onto the mattress and grinned, then disappeared to finish cleaning the spilled chocolate in the kitchen.

Until next chapter, I shall be gone and writing! UGH.

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