I DO NOT OWN DURARARA!

Sorry if I get stuff on the Japanese school system and culture in general wrong.

SHIZAYA TIME!
Enjoy~

Shizuo looked around and frowned. He didn't like coming to places with lots of others around. Especially when Kasuka wasn't there to calm him down.

Their parents had thought that sending the two Heiwajima siblings to a camp during summer break was a good idea. They had filled out the forms correctly, but had accidentally filled out ones for separate camps.

The 10-year-old grumpily set his suitcase of belongings at the foot of one of the bunkbeds. The only bunkbed with a bunk left. At the head of the bottom bunk was another trunk.

Shizuo looked up at the owner of the other trunk, who was currently perched on the top bunk as he scanned through a book with reddish brown eyes.

He promptly scowled and flopped onto his bunk when those eyes flitted away from the pages to him.

A week into camp and Shizuo had already lost his temper. Also, those eyes wouldn't stop following him.

Everywhere he went, he found those eyes following him.
Participating to make the counselors stop bothering him, leaving to shower, losing his temper. It didn't matter. Regardless, those eyes followed.

He wasn't particularly fond of being watched. It made him feel like a freak of some sort.

So he went to deal with the reddish brown eyeed boy.

As usual, Shizuo found the slender, smaller boy lying on the bunk, reading. He cleared his throat to catch his attention- not that those peculiar eyes weren't already watching him.

"..."
"Look, will you stop watching me like that? It's really wierd and annoying."
A mischievous smile and a giggle.
"I'm not kidding..!"
The black haired boy quickly clambered down to his level and continued to stare at him.

Shizuo lost his temper. He grabbed the nearest thing- a chair -and threw it at the bothersome boy.

The boy had been hit and was clutching his shoulder. But...why wasn't he crying, running, or calling him a monster? He asked him aloud, confused.

The pale boy smiled through the pain, "You really are strong aren't you?"
Shizuo sighed, "That doesn't answer my question, you know."
A giggle. "I know."

Before Shizuo knew what he was doing, he grabbed the smaller boy's hand and tugged him out the door.

"...Where are we going?"
"The camp nurse, of course."
"Okay...I'm Izaya."
What a weird name. "Shizuo..."

As camp went on, he couldn't make Izaya leave him alone. He was like a flea or some other parasite clinging to him.

Though Shizuo didn't quite mind having company once more like he did with Kasuka, this company was rather troublesome. He would bother others just for reactions and entertainment. And when he wasn't doing that and staring at others with an impish glitter in his reddish brown eyes, he was staring at Shizuo.

"Shizu-chan never does what I think he's going to do. So I'm waiting for him to do what I think he's going to do."

That was the answer he had gotten when he asked about the black haired boy's staring.

Izaya always had come back to Shizuo. So he hadn't expected on the last day to not see Izaya at all. Especially since the two of them had been having fun and been in a good mood the previous day.

After having searched everywhere he had ever seen Izaya, Shizuo collapsed unhappily on a bench.

"Where is he?...stupid..."
"Shizuo?"
The addressed turned his head and was met with the face of his younger brother Kasuka. "Kasuka?"
"Mom and Dad are here. They picked me up first."
The brunet widened his eyes, "I...I see."
"But Mom started to talking to the counselors," the younger Heiwajima sat beside the elder.
"Kasuka. I...need to find someone..."
"Have you looked everywhere?"
"..No. Only where I know he likes to go."
"What if he's hiding from you? Would he go someplace he thinks you wouldn't look?"
"..Oh...I guess..."
"Why don't you look again? I won't mind and Mom's already started chatting," Kasuka's face remained expressionless but Shizuo knew from the look in his eyes that he was smiling.

"All right, I'll try to be quick!"

Fortunately for him, his mother was more of a talker than him or his brother or father. The smaller boy was proving to be trickier to find than he had hoped.

It was on his third sweep of the camp when he noticed a small, underused path. Curious and desperate, he followed it to a clearing which was mostly shielded from view by foliage on all sides. Sitting there on a log, he found Izaya.

"Izaya! Where have you been? I've been looking all over, stupid!"
The black haired boy looked over at him, and merely shrugged.
On impulse, Shizuo grabbed the front of the smaller boy's shirt and made him look at him.
Izaya smiled, but his eyes were sad. "Does Shizu-chan want to hurt me like he hurts everyone else?"
The brunete scowled and let go. "Fine! Don't tell me..." he said, turning away to storm off.
He hadn't gotten far before he hears a soft muffled sound.

The sound of someone crying.

Shizuo turned around and widened his eyes at the sight of the smaller boy covering up his face as his body trembled. Frantically, he returned to Izaya's side and put his hands on the other's shaking shoulders. "Izaya..."
"I...I won't be able to see Shizu-chan after this.." The sobs worsened.

The older boy had no idea what to do. Kasuka never had breakdowns like this, was always calm and blank faced. So, Shizuo did the only thing he could think to do. What his father did when his mother grew worried and stressed.

He felt Izaya freeze up as his lips lightly touched the other boy's. However, the brunet didn't let go or stop kissing the black haired boy until the shorter had relaxed in his arms.

Separating himself from the smaller boy who had melted against him, Shizuo looked into those reddish brown eyes which rested above flushed cheeks.

"I...can't change that I'm leaving."
"I know..."
"But...if it helps...I'll try not to forget you."
Izaya smiled shyly, "...Okay."

I think I exploded from adorableness...I'm not sure whether to be happy that later chapters aren't going to have adorable young Izaya and Shizuo or disappointed.

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