First fanfic! Slightly based off of No Game No Life!
Disclaimer: I sadly don't own DRRR! or any of the characters… .
Also I don't own any of the mentioned animes with the *(edited). Or any of the pictures orz.
Summary: Izaya becomes an otaku shut-in and Shizuo finds him in his situation. Stuff happens.
Warnings: language, yaoi, OOC, Izaya
Pairing: Shizaya (Shizuo x Otaku!Izaya)
Please review and like and life and stuff XD
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No one loves me… and no one ever will. It's nice to know I still have you, Miku-tan.
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Chapter 1
Ikebukuro was a city of surprises, and every denizen of it knew. In fact, it was quite a surprise for them when nothing happened for a little over two months. There were no snarky comments from a certain informant, and no cry from a certain ex-bartender. The legendary headless rider was rarely seen, and even the slasher attacks seemed to dwindle. For once, Ikebukuro was quiet. This, however, had only led to the picking nails and shifting of uneasiness as the occupants was left anxious. The ironic city has surprised them with its lack of surprises.
Perhaps the most anxious of them all was the certain ex-bartender. Heiwajima Shizuo was certain he knew what caused the silence, and it left him perturbed. Obviously, it meant that a certain pest was planning something. He had not seen Orihara Izaya for two months and he had all rights to be suspicious. The louse was definitely up to no good.
"Kill kill kill kill kill kill…" he muttered the mantra. Orihara Izaya had been "missing" for the two months, and it could only mean trouble.
"Are you alright?" Shizuo turned to see his employer gazing at him with concern.
"If you're tired, you could leave early."
Shizuo sheepishly scratched the back of his neck.
"Nah, it's okay Tom-senpai. Just kinda stressed lately."
Tom sighed, knowing his kouhai's stubbornness. "It's Izaya, right? You usually relieve your stress on him, but he's not here…"
"Hah? The louse? Tch! I bet he's planning something," Shizuo growled. After all, 99.99% of everything was Izaya's fault.
The senpai merely sighed. He knew what was on Shizuo's mind. "Shizuo, take a break."
"Senpai, I'm fine."
Tom shook his head and placed his hand on Shizuo's shoulder. "Clearly, you're not. Don't be so hard on yourself, Shizuo."
Allowing no further objections, the dread-locked man flashed Shizuo a smile and strolled away, continuing his job. Shizuo, on the other hand, was left shocked.
That fucking flea had made him lose his job for the day! Of course the louse would cause him problems without even being in Ikebukuro! Growling lowly, the blond headed towards the nearby city of Shinjuku. He's going to teach that flea a lesson.
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The only light in the room was the flickering of a TV monitor, its blue glow illuminating the face of a young raven. It was a cold room, a disordered room. Empty cups of ootoro-flavored instant ramen littered the ground along with half-naked bishoujo figures and stuffed Totoro pillows. The said raven was seemingly distracted, eyebrows furrowed and crimson eyes sharp. Four gamepads were in his possession, one in each hand and one below each foot. Only a series of clicking could be heard from the room, as he had turned the volume to mute. After what seemed like forever, a cheer resounded through the room.
"Yatta! The boss is dead!" the crimson-eyed man sighed. He pushed his new glasses up his nose and flopped back on the couch unceremoniously. It was ridiculous how much his eyesight had worsened after two months. He could barely see two feet in front of him. He guessed it was the screen time and the lack of sleep. However, even when he knew of the bad habits he was performing, he refused to change them.
Yes, Orihara Izaya, the former renowned information broker, was now a 23 year old otaku shut-in. He hasn't gone outside for the past two months and the vast amount of cash he had was slowly diminishing. He had fired his secretary, Namie, a while ago for he couldn't afford her and only takes private requests for his job now, as long as it doesn't require him to go outside.
Lazily, he padded to his fridge and grabbed yesterday's iced coffee for a drink. He proceeded to lie down on his plush couch, cuddling a Hello Kitty stuffed animal. It was going to be another long, boring day. Or so he had thought.
A booming knock on the door interrupted the raven-haired man from his stupor.
Is it the ootoro I ordered?
"IIIIZZZAAYYAAA! Open the damn door!"
The roar had proved him wrong. Wait… Shizu-chan?!
W-what is that brute doing here?!
Izaya stared at his door as if it was cursed. Why was Shizu-chan visiting him now?! He didn't even do anything for two months! Then, Izaya did what he could only do.
He panicked.
He meant to hide behind the couch or the desk, or something, but the was an empty bento box in the way.
He tripped. And a loud crash echoed through the room.
That fucking box!
He could only dread for the worst when his door was ripped from its hinges.
There, stood Heiwajima Shizuo, mocha eyes clouded with shock as he witnessed the scene that he never thought he would see.