This was strange. The informant looked at his wristwatch. It was 8.02 am. He should have walked past here by now. There was no alternate route either. Today was a normal school day like every other, and there was no school trip scheduled. After all he saw the slasher enter the school too. Just where was this boy?
He still wanted to get his revenge on the little brat for calling that brute Shizuo over in the middle of a quite amusing conversation he was having with the teen. And if he said amusing, he ment his kind of humor. He might have sliced the teen's skin slightly with his flickblade…but that was no reason to make him deal with that vending-machine throwing imbecile; truly not.
He wouldn't mind that bad if the teen would have screamed for help, shaking in fear and whimpering something like: "Anyone, please save me…!"
But no, all the cunning little brat did was shoot Shizu-chan a quick glance, a small cough, so the brute would look their direction and notice him. And then this sly little smirk the Informant saw flashing over the boy's features for a split second… Damn, this little devil might look cute and innocent like a rabbit, but he could bite like a fox. And Izaya was sure not only metaphorical. But his fantasies considering that topic weren't the issue here. Having that put aside, he sat up, leaving the café from which he had been monitoring the boy's way to school, putting his fur-trimmed parka on. It was november after all. The only logical conclusion that came into Izaya's mind that would explain the teen not showing up today would be, that the young dollars leader wasn't as dumb as he thought. Or not as courageous. He wasn't quite sure. You could also say he knew the informant better than expected. But Orihara Izaya wasn't that easy to outwit. After all, he knew were the teen lived. And he didn't need a key to enter, he was no amature. Grinning, he started his walk to the boy's run-down apartment.
When he pulled out a tiny piece of wire to pick the lock of the apartment door, he stopped in his tracks for a second. It was definitely unusual for the teen to skip school. Besides, he'd never shown any signs of fear towards the Informant (much to Izaya's dismay); so why would he today? Maybe it was a trap..? No, the teen wasn't the type to set up traps for his enemies. And he wasn't dumb enough to think he could set up a trap Orihara Izaya couldn't see through. Humming slightly, he smiled as he heard the 'click' of the door unlocking. He withdrew the wire and put it back into to pocket of his parka. He knew that there were some more efficient and safer ways to pick a lock, but he was just an old-fashioned guy, who liked to do things the traditional way; and locks just had to be picked with a small piece of wire or with a hairclip. Turning the slightly rusted doorknob, he entered the badly lit domicile. The teen was really poor. Just stating. The apartment basically just consisted of 2 rooms (excluding corridor and bathroom): the kitchen/laundryroom and the living-/bedroom. Casually, as if he had been invited in, he walked through the corridor, throwing one quick glance into the kitchen. It was empty, but it wasn't like the informant expected the teen to hide in the oven (putting aside that the run-down kitchen didn't posses something like an oven). A winning smirk on his feature's, he stepped into the bedroom.
"Gotcha, Mikad-" The informant stopped mid-sentence, blinking dumbfounded. The teen wasn't here either. And the room wasn't that big, it barely contained furniture. Just a small table with a computer on it, the teen's futon, which was still splayed on the floor, and a wardrobe. Though highly doubting it, the informant stepped over to the wardrobe and opened it, checking whether the teen had maybe been hiding inside it. Nothing, except 2 school uniform sets and some casual clothes. The teen didn't seem to be in his apartment. The informant sighed. He couldn't believe the boy manage to sneak past him to get to school. Maybe he went to Celty and let her drive him to schol through the city? Possible. He had to check that out later. He took a look around. Since he was already here, he could also browse through the teen's belongings. Maybe he'd find something to blackmail the little nuisance with. He took one of the teen's t-shirts out of the wardrobe and took a deep sniff of it. It smelled of cheap soap. But also faintly of the boy…somehow that excited the raven haired male. He felt like a stalker, and this was kind of interesting. Maybe he should do things like this more often. Without a second thought he pulled out a black marker ( he usually used it to doodle on sleeping dossers faces, which was why he always carried one around) and wrote on the back of the shirt: "This bitch belongs to Orihara Izaya." If he'd noticed it, he would at leats be flustered and angry, because one of his t-shirts was ruined. And if he wouldn't notice…that would be a nice day in school. The informant chuckled and put the piece of clothing back into the wardrobe, shutting it again. He was just about to browse through the teen's computer files, when he heard a quiet whimper. Slightly surprised, he turned his head. The noise came from the futon. The futon he thought was empty. Apparently it was not. Whoever was lying in there gave another pain-filled groan and shifted slightly, the breathing going somehow hard. Carefully, izaya snuck up to the futon and kneeled down next to it. Curiously, he put one hand on the blanket and pulled it aside. Who laid in there was noone other than the teen Izaya had thought to be not home. But something was not right. The teen was obviously asleep, but it wasn't a normal slumber. The boy's face was flushed red and his brow furrowed in pain; his breath went hard and somehow rattling, and his whole body was covered in sweat. Suddenly, the teen mumbled something incomprehensible and shifted, eyes fluttering open slowly, looking directly at Izaya. The informant jumped slightly at first, but then he saw that the boys eyes were completely clouded over. It looked like the teen was in a delirium, caused by a high fever. This was certainly…unexpected.
Cautiously, he waved his hand slowly in front of the boy's eyes, to check if he was aware of the raven's presence. With shaky hands, the teen took a hold of the informants fingers and pulled the man's arm closer, yanking the informant along in the process, who had to support himself with one arm so he would crash down on the teen. With a fascination that was almost hilarious to look at, the boy scrutinized the man's fingers, just as if they would be something out of another dimension. The dazed boy turned his gaze back to the raven haired male, still not letting go of the man's digits. Furrowing his brow slightly in confusion, he spoke slowly, as if he would have trouble gathering his thoughts.
"You…haven't eaten..the cactus..have you..?"
The Informant blinked at him dumbfounded. "I-….what..?"
The teen shook his head slightly, as if in disapproval.
"It's no use…the green hamster told me everything. So I shot the cactus…I had to. Otherwise you would have eaten it…"
Izaya looked at him puzzled.
The teen sighed slightly, making the impression of an adult explaining something to a rather slow kid.
"The day after yesterday it has rained kittens…do you remember? And THAT'S why you mustn't eat the cactus."
He said this with such sincerity that the informant could help but burst into laughter.
Sitting down next to the boy, he patted the teens head with his left hand (since his right was still being clung unto by the boy). He put his hand over Mikado's forehead. The boy was burning up. He smiled down to the Dollar's leader, who glanced up to him tiredly.
"Well, then I'm glad you shot the cactus before I could eat it."
The boy just nodded in agreement. "No problem…" He started admiring the Informants fingers again.
Izaya looked around the room, checking if there might be maybe some medicine nearby. He jumped in surprise when he felt the teen take his fingers in his mouth and started sucking on them.
"Mikado-chan..? What…exactly are you doing..?"
Mikado withdrew the informants fingers from his mouth, only to wrap his tongue around the digits and lick over them.
"Strange…you don't taste of candy at all…."
Izaya blinked at the teen in confusion, trying to ignore the strange feeling the teens tongue on his fingers caused. "Why should I taste of candy...?"
His eyes were glued on the small red tongue, running sensually slow over his fingers.
The teen stopped for a second, flashing Izaya a bright smile. "Because you're the Candyman!"
Izaya started laughing again, but soon ahd to stop, because teen had started his lusty assault on the raven's fingers again. No, that sounded too dirty…after all the boy just thought he was sucking on Izaya's candy cane. No wait…that sounded even dirtier…
Well, The informant didn't even want to deny it: he was getting more and more aroused by the second. To his defense could be said that Mikado was currently looking like he fled from someone's wet dream. Flushed face, clouded eyes, sweat glistening on his skin, splayed on the futon, the t-shirt in which he slept slid up, revealing his stomach and waist…
Groaning slightly, Izaya withdrew his hand, ignoring the whine of protest that came from the muzzy boy. "Stop that."
Mikado just pouted, then he shoved the blanket away and sat up, swaying slightly and groaning as pain and dizziness flooded his mind. His gaze slightly unfocused, he looked at Izaya and leaned closer to him.
"I-I…forgot your name…", he mumbled.
Izaya tried to look everywhere but at the teen, shifting away. "Izaya.", he answered, without looking at the hallucinating boy.
"Iiiiza-chuu….", the boy whined and flung his arms around the ravens neck, resting his head on the man's shoulder. Izaya furrowed his brow at the nickname and winced slightly as he felt the boy's heat seep through his clothes . Perhaps it was also the closeness that made his body heat up. Mikado lifted his head and looked with his clouded blue eyes into the informants auburn ones.
"Izaya…I feel so hot…", he breathed, his nose almost touching Izaya's.
The Information Broker gulped. He would have a massive nosebleed by now…if the blood wouldn't already flow somewhere more southwards.
He licked his lips nervously. Even though he didn't have a conscience bothering him (Izaya was one of the person who have, instead of an angel, a second devil sitting on their shoulder), but still…was it really a good idea to ravish the teen while he was in this state?
To not be mistaken, he had no problem in taking advantage of the fact that the boy was currently of unsound mind; but his body was weakened…if he'd collapse in middle of the thing, it'd be no fun at all.
Hmm…what to do?
He decided to text Shinra. After all, he was a doctor. And on top of that, one who didn't ask unnecessary questions.
Yo Shinra!
Is it okay to have sex with a high-feverish 16-year-old who's in a delirium?
Love, Izaya
PS: Greet Celty from me.