The Consequences of Losing A Bet
By DarkGiggle
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine, don't sue! Warning: Drabble.
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The fake fangs, a long green wig and two little horns wouldn't bother him. Really they won't. The tiger striped go-go boots would be annoying but he could deal with them. It wasn't like he would actually be walking around in them. What made him glare was what still lay on the bed waiting for him. Gritting he's teeth he spit out, "You're joking right, flea?"
At the headboard of the bed, with a pseudo calm in place, Izaya grinned wickedly. "A bet is a bet Shizu-chan. You lost, pay up."
Not budging an inch the blonde glared. Red eyes, tinted with an unholy glee met his slate colored orbs unflinchingly and expectant. Finally he griped, "But why her?" as he moved to start taking off his clothes.
Even with the informant's gaze glued to every inch of well-explored flesh he answered, "Because even if you're strong like Shinobu, you're too sexy to waste on a boring school uniform like that. Plus you should feel honored, she's awesome."
Shizuo's flushed face colored further from that comment and some of his reluctance of putting on the tiger striped bikini lessened. It took distressingly little time to put on the whole outfit and although the sharp tent in the other's pants should have been encouraging it wasn't. That much interest meant this wouldn't be the first and last time. "There. Happy now fl-"
"Ah ah!" the brunet interrupted. "That's not part of the deal."
The false oni's eyes narrowed. "Happy now…" His throat suddenly felt tight, "darling…?" That came out far softer than he'd intended.
Izaya allowed himself a moment to drink in the sight that stood before him. "Not yet, but I will be once you stop stalling. Now come here."
The bogus alien huffed, "I always knew you were a closet otaku," but obeyed.
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Author's Note: If you don't know whom Shizu-chan is dressed up as, you don't know what you're missing, you don't know "the original Otaku dream girl" and I'm not telling you.