Today had been not Izaya's best day. Izaya was currently grimey, slightly bloodied and also internally sporting a sour mood. He paced through Ikebukuro with a fast pace. The day had started out fine as always. Woke up, showered, dressed, ate, and went out to meet a client. Instead of meeting his client he was met with the yellow scarves. Needless to say, he had received no cash and lost his favorite knife.
He sighed, at least he would be home soon and could take a long shower (again) and drown his troubles away with his favorite fatty tuna.
Or he would have when he heard heavy footsteps coming from behind. He spun around.
'Shizuo.' Izaya blinked, his mind registering his rival's unannounced presence. Shizuo's cigarette smoke wafted from him like a trail of destruction. People began to back away from the thin framed raven and the looming blond haired man that was swiftly approaching him.
Izaya's hand goes into his pocket, reaching for his favorite knife. His eyes widen. The realization came too late for Shizuo was already on top of him. Shizuo caught Izaya's arm before he could react causing him let out a quick breath. He was caught in Shizuo's killzone, a place few ever leave.
'Shit.' Izaya thought, narrowing his eyes. Shizuo remained eerily quiet. A smug smile upon his face.
Izaya opened his mouth, ready to speak to stall for time. Shizuo pulled back his fist ready to end his little flea problem. Izaya looked in his eyes defiantly. Shizuo paused, looking at Izaya's grimey self. Shizuo's smile slowly became a frown. Izaya gave him a questioning look, he knew he looked like hell. Izaya narrowed his eyes trying to coax Shizuo into action. Shizuo opened his mouth,
"Hmph...get lost flea."
Shizuo released Izaya's arm, flicked his current cigarette away, and left.
Izaya waited until Shizuo's footsteps faded into the other crowd noises. Then he trembled, but very slightly so no one could really tell, trying desperately not to sink to his knees. He briefly wondered why Shizuo decided to show him compassion, something that was never shown by the blond haired monster.
Beep! Beep! Beep! Izaya's eyelid's rose quickly, his tired brown eyes full of annoyance.
"Hm, I wonder why that memory decided to replay itself again. What a nuisance." Izaya rolled his shoulders to relieve the soreness of last night's few hours of sleep.
He pulled himself up and sat on his bed. His covers fell from him and bunched around his long legs. He rubbed his eyes and let out a long-drawn yawn. He would get more sleep if he would stop using the chat rooms late, late at night. No matter how interesting his subjects were it seemed nothing would make his mornings less painful.
He ran his fingers through his hair and felt the grease lining it.
He gives a disgusted look.
Izaya leaves his bed and heads to the shower. He pulls his loose shirt and pants off, turns the water on hot and steps in. He moans as the water makes contact with his skin. The warmth is a small treat to wake his sore body and heal his stinging eyes. He takes about 15 minutes to clean himself.
He smiles contently, loving the feeling of being fresh and clean.
He pulls the shower curtain back and reaches for his dark blue towels that hang from his wall. He towels himself, rubbing the fabric down his legs, arms, torso, and the rest of his body.
Izaya looks at his foggy mirror. He takes a moment to draw a smiley face.
"There, what a happy face. If only all my wonderful humans had such handsome faces, then there might be even more little humans around to observe." That idea makes him happy, more humans to love.
"Tiny little humans, each created with their own personalities and thoughts. What a world!"
"Some with red hair, others with black hair, and blond ha…"
Izaya frowned. Blond hair was tainted by the existence of Shizuo. In a fit of disgust Izaya rubbed out the smiley face. He then proceeded to leave the bathroom while trying to ignore the fact he was troubled again.
Everything was reminding him of Shizuo.
Everything.
The blond hair, the crushed cigarettes, the angered expressions, and deep baritone voice, the bartender outfits, and the many, many things that were all Shizuo Heiwajima.
All these things slowly choking Izaya.
He tried everything to ignore these thoughts. Chatrooms, watering his plants, laughing, reading, stabbing things, and cleaning his apartment.
"I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. I don't care about the blond haired bimbo." Izaya said dropping his knife and plopping on his couch exhausted. He tried to ignore these thoughts, but they became more and more obnoxious. He wondered why he, today, couldn't escape these thoughts. He done pretty well avoiding them. He sighed, perhaps he should just let the memories flow.
'It all started after that time when he let me go… everything became surreal.'
'After, when I would find him, he would stare at me with a weird look in his eyes, and then…'
Izaya sighed, he wished that he had never meddled with Shizuo.
'I suppose that I brought what happened upon myself. Whenever I saw him, all I saw was an opportunity. The opportunity to destroy him internally, maybe to even crush him all together. So, I presented him with an option one day. One that would cause him such humiliation he would leave my Ikebukuro forever.'
Izaya groaned, he was such an idiot, sometimes.
Shizuo lies on top of Izaya breathing heavily. Here they were in this dinky motel room at 2:00 am. Izaya's plans hadn't really gotten the results he had expected. Izaya thought if he let Shizuo use him for pleasure, Shizuo later on would greatly regret letting Izaya worm himself into his bed. Izaya would use Shizuo's mistake to humiliate and blackmail him. Eventually leading to the complete isolation of Shizuo from his few friends and his departure from Ikebukuro. But Shizuo was happy almost. Izaya mentally sighed, blackmail was out of the question now. Ah, the best laid plans of mice and men.
Despite failing miserably, he was more concerned about what had occurred between them. Shizuo had surprised him once again. Instead of being rough, demanding, and careless, Shizuo had been sweet and gentle. He asked whether it hurt, tried to pleasure Izaya, and didn't use his full strength on the smaller man.
It was strange for Izaya being treated with care. His whole life people treating him carelessly. His parents, so called friends, clients, and this man too. Actually, Shizuo was the one who probably treated him with the least amount of care a person could. So why?
If Shizuo so desperately tried killing the raven, why would he have any positive feelings towards him.
He was good looking, so maybe lust? But then again, those looks Shizuo had given him before, they weren't lustful. So he was curious about his sexuality? Maybe, but why Izaya? There were plenty of healthy, good looking men out there… No, no maybe Shizuo was hatching the same plan. But Izaya highly doubted it. So what?
This whole situation to him was abnormal.
It made him uneasy. Very uneasy.
Shizuo kissed his neck softly, waking Izaya from his thoughts. Izaya fidgeted, looking down at Shizuo cuddling closer to him.
Shizuo raised his head and they shared an intimate breath together. Izaya's eyes searched Shizuo's and found that they were serene. His heart sped up suddenly. This is not what he had planned for.
Izaya moved his bangs down over his vision as an escape method. He needed time to think and reason with himself. Izaya was just on a high of emotions. Sex does that. Besides, that doesn't happen to him. He was too guarded. He also didn't think Shizuo could understand feelings either. They were the weird ones, the monsters of society, monsters don't fall in…
No. What a stupid notion. Him? Never.
Shizuo let out something close to a growl and roughly slid his fingers through Izaya's bangs, pushing the soft, slightly greasy hair to the side. Once again Izaya stared at those soft eyes.
"Stop staring at me." Izaya finally demands.
"Why?"
"Because it's not polite to stare."
A small smile appears on Shizuo's face. Shizuo bumps his head on Izaya's forehead and leaves it resting there.
"Since when are we polite, Flea?"
Scowling, Izaya pushed Shizuo's head away so that he's looking in a different direction. Shizuo playfully knocks Izaya's arms away. Laughing, he reaches for them. Izaya's face feels hotter now, Shizuo's laugh is really, really charming, almost comforting.
It makes Izaya feel strangely happy.
Shizuo grabs his arms and pins him to the mattress. He nuzzles his face into Izaya's.
"You're not that fast anymore Izaya."
Izaya opens his mouth to retort. Shizuo dives for his neck and bites the raven hard. Izaya lets out something close to a swear and a mew of pleasure. Shizuo finishes marking him and huskily adds, "Did you sit in a pile of sugar. 'Cause you have a sweet ass."
Izaya's face tightens with the lack of courtesy.
"Wow, nice line. Did you come up with that or did Tom tell you to say that?"
Shizuo lets out a low chuckle, "You're such a pain in the ass."
"Because you wouldn't know anything about that Shizu-chan." Izaya hissed narrowing his eyes. Shizuo rolls his eyes. There is a moment of silence.
"Izaya… I think I… um… nevermind." Shizuo sighed turning from Izaya.
Izaya shook his head trying to force the memory out.
"Hm, stupid Shizu-chan. Doesn't he know pick-up lines are for whores."
He walked back into his room, opening the closet slightly frustrated. He takes his selected clothes out and pulls the shirt over his head.
Seeing Shizuo's back as he walks out of the motel room when he thinks Izaya's asleep.
Izaya pulls his coat on and turns towards his door leading to the hallway.
Hearing the lock click, the footsteps moving away from the room, and the deafening silence that follows.
Izaya ends up on his couch watching the clock, the morning sun coloring his room with a bright light. He stuck out his hand trying to catch a ray that shone on his wall. He felt the heat coming from the ray. He closed his eyes and sighed content. He naturally had a cooler body temperature, so warm things attracted him. Things like…
Shizu-chan.
He feels a small bubble of loneliness worm itself around his mind and settle in his gut.
No no no, he's not going to think of this…
Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo. Hundreds of memories flow into his mind all of Shizuo.
Izaya grimaced. Why does his mind decide to keep going back to that man. It wasn't like anything came from their time together anyway.
Shizuo had paid for the room and since then he had avoided Izaya. That was roughly two weeks ago. It didn't really matter how much time had passed, Shizuo didn't really care for him. That being true, Izaya told himself he didn't care for the bleach blond either.
He just thought about him all the time.
"Hm… what shall I do today? Perhaps browse online and learn more about my little humans?" He turns his body to rest his arm on the back of his armchair and looked briefly out his window. A figure was looking up to his level of the building. Izaya looked down in brief disbelief.
"Look who's back. Did you miss me Shizu-chan?" He whispered.
Today was certainly going to be an eventful day.