The blonde teenage boy breathed heavily, calming himself as he took the first step into his very own house. He could no longer take the heavy air of his own home, weighed down by memories of what would never be again. After that horrible car crash, how was Shizuo supposed to look at himself in the mirror without hatred, let alone walk through the same house his dear brother would never be able to touch?
Since he was 16 at the time of his parent's deaths, he was able to get his own house with a monthly salary from the government instead of having to go through the foster care system until he was an adult. Lucky him. Shizuo sighed, he was starting high school the next day.
He just hoped he would be able to get through it without chucking a desk or some other heavy object at someone's head...he hated violence. Shizuo went into the kitchen, fiddling with the microwave and cooking some ramen.
He tsked as he waited for it to cook, clearly angry with how long it was taking, and his anger only got worse as his home was suddenly filled with wall shaking bass. He crunched his eyebrows and threw open the window, just in time to see a red sports car with the windows down and speakers pointed outward drive away. He growled, closing his eyes and trying to imagine happy things.
Those are the kind of people I hate the most, the kind that look out only for themselves. He growled, taking his ramen and stomping off to bed.
The blonde stared at himself disdainfully in the mirror, not even combing his hair as he hissed at his reflection and ran out the door. He just wouldn't think about it. He wouldn't think about who he was or what he did before now, this was a fresh start.
He ignored the stares on the bus, and the idiotic garble the other students went on with, focusing on just getting to school and not causing any trouble. He sighed in relief when the bus finally reached the school, only to be cut off by a red sports car with the speakers turned outward. Shizuo hissed, breathing heavily. He counted in his head as an attempt to calm himself: Ten...Nine...Eight...
"AAARG!" He roared as he picked up the empty bus seat in front of him, letting it soar out the front of the bus and on to the sport car's hood. Shizuo huffed, this simply wasn't enough to deal with this bastard. He sprinted out the front of the bus, jumping on the roof of the car and punching in the window.
"I JUST WANTED TO GET OFF THE BUS." He yelled, grabbing the dark haired boy by the collar of his fuzzy jacket. "BUT YOU HAD TO CUT THE DAMN THING OFF. I'M GUNNA KILL YOU!" He threw the now empty jacket at the boy who had sliced him across the chest and was currently running in the opposite direction.
Shizuo sat with his head down in the principle's office along with the dark haired boy.
"I wasn't going to cause any trouble, I was just going to go to school and get back home. But no. Then you come along with your damned red sports car with the loud ass speakers..." The boy stayed silent through Shizuo's muttering, a grin on his face.
"I only drive through the poor part of town with my speakers up." The boy grinned. Shizuo's face turned red and just as he was about to respond, the door opened.
"Orihara-sama please forgive us. We didn't know such a terrible thing would come of letting a snot nosed orphan into our schools. Please accept our sincere apologies." The principle bowed. "We will have him suspended at once." A bald man said, sweating profusely.
"Wait a minute. How about this, Tanaka. I will pay all the damages if you keep him around and switch his schedule to match up mine." The dark haired boy grinned.
"O-of course! Mrs. Hana will you please make sure Orihara Izaya and Heiwajima's schedule match?" The man forced a smile at an old secretary, who nodded and started typing away quickly. Izaya giggled, grabbing Shizuo by the hand and running off. Shizuo jerked his hand from Izaya, glaring at the boy.
"I am not your pet you pest." He growled.
"No, you're more like a wild animal." Izaya chuckled. "However, you owe me now." He winked.
"You did that of your own free will, I had nothing to do with it and therefore I don't owe you anything."
"What kind of logic is that? Now come on, we have to go to class." Izaya rolled his eyes, taking the boy's hand again and dragging a reluctant Shizuo along behind him.
Shizuo survived the day, and this time he was going to walk home as to avoid any incidents. He pushed the doors open of the exit, sighing in relief. Only one issue today. He almost got away, if not for a fuzzy sleeve that attached itself to Shizuo's shoulder.
"I'm driving you home." Izaya smiled at Shizuo.
"No." He glared, shrugging the boy off, causing the boy to pause and think for a moment.
"Fine then, I'll wait for my replacement car at your place." Izaya grinned, sauntering behind Shizuo.
"No. Go home."
"Well then I'm just going to go in this general direction, with no connection to you." Izaya smirked, following behind Shizuo.
"Fine." Shizuo sighed. "But it's a long way in this general direction."
They walked in silence for the entire two mile trip, and Shizuo almost forgot that Izaya was behind him. That is, he HAD forgotten he was there until he reached his house, where Izaya made his presence known again.
"Shizuo! What a coincidence seeing you here, I was just in the neighborhood. I've got time to spare, can I come in?" Izaya said smoothly. Shizuo stared at him with wide eyes, before realizing what the man was trying to pull. He glared at him for a moment, before sighing and giving up, walking to his front door and throwing it open. He left it open as he went inside.
"Wow this place is really bare. Did you get robbed?"
"Just moved in." Shizuo grunted, heading to the kitchen to make some tea.
"Where are your parents? Don't they know what furniture is?"
"They're dead."
"Ah. Why'd you move here?" Izaya asked, unfazed by the news.
"It's the furthest town from my home that's not out of the country." Shizuo answered calmly.
"Hey, if I buy you a better place will you sleep with me?" Izaya trailed his hand up Shizuo's arm, making the blonde involuntarily shiver.
"What? No! Get out!"
"Whoa Shizu-chan nothing to get angry over. If you don't swing that way I can let you top. I'll even throw in furniture." Izaya frowned slightly.
"I'm not a toy you can buy!" Shizuo yelled.
"Well maybe not, but I can sure as hell ruin your reputation if you don't. I'll make sure no one will ever hire you, and you'll have to crawl back to me in order to survive."
"Why do you enjoy manipulating people? I'd rather be homeless than be your fuck buddy!" Shizuo huffed. His anger was very visible now, from his tensed shoulders to his angry eyes. Izaya decided there was no convincing this stubborn person, he would simply try something else.
"You are impressive, Shizu-chan. If you wont become my lover now, I'll just make you fall in love with me."
"What is so damned special about my cock that you want it so bad?" Shizuo said seriously, making Izaya laugh.
"Well Shizu-chan, you are the first person to not be scared of me. That and I'm sure your cock is very special indeed." Izaya grinned, glancing out the window to see a black limo awaiting him. "Well, bye for now Shizzy." He blew a kiss, skipping out the door to meet his ride. Shizuo was left with his mouth hanging open, until his kettle let out a low whistle, and he was able to forget about the awful event that just transpired.
Chapter End