Hello there~ ^.^ I'm actually going to update this. I thought it was finished, I really did! But the plot bunnies just won`t stay quiet for long enough~ Blame it on the bunnies :D I have a few other Durarara stories ready/in-progress of being written that I`ll be uploading soon-ish.

That said this is more of an interlude to the next chapter (yes, I have chapter 3 done, that I hope will be final), even though it`s 13 pages long X.x This is an Izaya/Kida centred chapter. I have Shizuo in it, but that`s not the focus. The next chapter will be a Shizuo/Izaya/Kida one~

This is part 6 of the Spiral Down Universe, that I`m writing with Shakugan no Shana. You can find her here: u/1032927/Shakugan-no-Shana. This fic also uses a few quotes from her stories. You don`t have to read them at all to know what I`m writing about, but I believe it`ll help with the feeling that Izaya might be OOC. They`ll give you a perspective of where Izaya is coming from:

1) What Izaya wants, Izaya gets - s/5828334/1/What-Izaya-wants-Izaya-gets (What Izaya wants, Izaya gets...or Shizuo's future sex life will be in danger... Shizuo/Izaya/Kida One-shot)

2) Two reasons for missing school - s/5887152/1/Two-reasons-for-missing-school (This is the rough night that leads to s/5870271/1/A-Visit-to-The-Doctor A visit to the doctor After a rough night Shizuo and Izaya take Kida to Shinra for a check up.)

3) High School Reunion - s/5973581/1/High-School-Reunion (While serving his detention, Kida slips away to do something much more interesting… Shizuo/Izaya/Kida...)

Just add the links after in the address bar. Go read them :D They`re fun~ Non of that wangst in my fics :D

After this overly long AN please read and enjoy :)

Disclaimer: I don`t own anything.


Present:

"It's a date, Shizu – chan! Da - te!" Izaya remarked, waving a spoon full of ice cream in front of the older blond's mouth "That's what people do on a date, right Masaomi – chan?"

Kida looked up at the sound of his name. "Wha…?" he gagged at the spoonful of ice cream that was shoved in his mouth "What the hell, bastard!?" He choked, trying to swallow the cold lump.

"Ahh, you missed some." Izaya smiled brightly at him before leaning in and licking the boy's chin. Kida swung his fist at the sensation, but was met with empty air and an amused laughter.

"So cute~" the bastard cooed in his direction from a safe distance.

Kida took the handkerchief Shizuo offered him. What was he thinking? A date with both Izaya and Shizuo? He wasn't going to survive the day.

Kida woke up with a start.

"Are you alright, young man?" The receptionist of the hotel was shaking him gently in an attempt to wake him up. "Maybe you should head to your room?"

"I'll be on my way." Kida smiled reassuringly at the man, but didn't move. The receptionist stood beside him for a moment longer before heading back to his desk.

Kida sighed and leaned back on the soft couch. The ceiling was white and boring. There wasn't even a single spider crawling around. He could hear water drops crashing. It was probably from the toilets nearby.

*tap*

*tap*

*tap*

"We're looking forward to the next time we play together, Kida-kuun~"

Kida jerked awake when the words echoed through his mind. What was wrong with him? That had been years ago.

He smiled sheepishly at the receptionist who was giving him an odd look. If Kida had been anyone else he would have felt uncomfortable and had gone to his room. But he wasn't and this wasn't any other situation. His mind had turned against him. Every time he spaced out he'd think about those two bastards. It was quickly progressing from bad to worse, to the point where he couldn't sleep next to Saki.

Kida had woken up a few hours earlier with a raging hard on and the reason hadn`t been the girl snuggled in him.

Kida knew that he was close. He broke the kiss in favor of throwing his head back and moaning when Shizuo lowered him on his member again and at the same time Izaya's hand caught the base of his neglected erection.

His mind was helpful enough to immediately supply him with a memory of what exactly had woken him up. Kida pulled his hood over his head and pressed his legs to his chest. There was no way he was going back to Saki like that. Not with those images in his head.

Why had this happen?

"Whatever he did – I wasn't part of it. You can always come here." A soft kiss was placed on his forehead and then a soft murmur "Don't go."

Kida bit his lower lip, sucking hard. He had left. He had left behind the only person who had ever been completely honest with him. Not even Mikado and Anri had been as honest as Shizuo. Kida felt the familiar stab of pain at the thought. Saki had approached him under orders. She had flirted, smiled and touched him, because Izaya had told her to. That bastard had managed to screw with him on a level that he hadn't even imagined possible.

He pulled the hood tighter around himself, blocking the light. Only the dripping of the sink penetrated his dark little world.

There was no other choice left for Kida, but to leave Ikebukuro. The execution order against him had made it impossible to stay. He had gone to visit Shizuo one last time and told him he was leaving. Only he hadn`t had the guts to say he was leaving with Saki. Would Shizuo forgive him?

Did he want to be forgiven? Pain tugged at his heart. Was he going back?

Kida dug his nails in the tender skin of his scalp, trying to make sense of everything. Did he want to go back to Shizuo? It was already too late for redemption. He had given up and was dancing to Izaya's tune. After all the main reason he was here and not anywhere else was because he was gathering information for the bastard. He had become a puppet.

"Where do you see yourself in five years?" It was one of his teachers' favorite questions. The last time he was asked this was when he was leaving Elementary school. He certainly hadn't imagined himself as a drop out, traveling across the country working for an underground information dealer who liked to screw with human's minds, because he loved them. He hadn`t expected to be the leader of one of the strongest color gangs in Ikebukuro or to have lost his virginity to two men in a back alley.

Kida didn't even try to swallow the lump that was lodged in his throat. It was too big and he wasn`t sure he wanted it in his body. He wanted to vomit.

The fact that the bastard who had broken him beyond repair was one of the two men didn't help. Kida was cracked. Some pieces of him have been gone for so long that he had already forgotten what it felt like to be whole. No person his age should go through what he had gone through. Such stories should only be found on the pages of the darkest manga. Not in real life.

Yet Saki had been his safety rope. That's what his naïve young self had been thinking. Now she had turned into his haven. A place where he could hide from this world. How could such a fucked up world exist anyway? He should have more choices than being beaten to death or being manipulated until he lost his sanity.

He had clung to Saki. Saki who loved him and was there to catch him each night. Saki whose smile was soft and whose eyes filled with love. Saki who could accept him the way he was, because she was just as broken. They were supposed to make it through together. They were supposed to find the light on the other side and slip through Izaya's grasp together.

So why was his mind playing tricks on him? Why had his heart stopped fluttering when she smiled at him and why wasn`t there any heat left in her touch?

Kida knew that someone was watching him and he shivered in anticipation and excitement. He looked to his right and his eyes locked with fiery scarlet ones. Kida's eyes widened in surprise, he had planned to get Izaya and Shizuo, but he had not expected of Izaya to find him, not that he should've been surprised, Izaya was one horny bastard…

Well since he had one of them where he needed him, Kida decided that it was time to get Izaya to do as he wished… He grinned in his mind and shot Izaya his best wanton look.

A loud coughing dragged him out of his musings and Kida looked up. The harsh light fried his eyes and he glared at the receptionist who shot him a sore smile. Kida looked up at the clock. It was a little past four in the morning. What was his problem anyway? It wasn`t like any customers would arrive now. Kida contemplated staying where he was just to piss the receptionist off. He was a guest after all and had paid.

With the money that bastard gave him. His mind reminded him gleefully and Kida stormed out of the saloon. Once the door slammed shut behind him he really wasn`t sure where he was going. He couldn`t go back to his room and he couldn`t just stay there. He opted for the bar. There were several customers. Most of them were hidden in the darkness that had gathered in the corners, doing Kida knew what. He tried ordering a coffee, but they didn`t serve warm drinks at this hour, so he had to satisfy himself with a bottle of juice.

As he sat on the high stool his phone dug in his hip and Kida pulled it out. He placed it on the bar and absentmindedly chewed on his straw.

Sleep was definitely out of the question for tonight.

There had to be a way out of that bastard's games. There was a way. It was always simple enough to be overlooked and the victim was weak enough to miss it. It probably went against everything he was, everything he ever wanted to be.

His eyes fell on his phone.

If he had outlived his usefulness he would had turned in a pretty red stain by now. But he hadn't, so Izaya still had plans for him. He couldn`t be keeping him alive just for old time's sake, could he? The bastard wasn't that sentimental.

Kida narrowed his eyes at the phone. It didn't respond.

He rolled the idea around his mind. Facts were that Izaya had been loyal to Shizuo for years. Despite how they behaved and the constant death threats there hadn't been anyone else.

Kida took another gulp. Shizuo rarely played according to Izaya's plans and was more likely to destroy them than help them along. He was sure that if the information dealer had really wanted the older blond dead he would had found a way. The bastard was capable of everything after all.

"You see both Shizu-chan and I are fond of Masaomi-kun."

Kida's breath hitched as he remembered the conversation between the bastard and one dumb underground dog. The idiot had tried to harm Masaomi in a way to get to Izaya.

"Masaomi-kun, I got slightly carried away. I`ll make it all go away. It`s a promise."

He grabbed his phone at the memory. Did Izaya really care for him? The twisted bastard probably did. But what about the whole fiasco with Saki? He hadn't done anything to provoke that.

Kida's felt his brain reel with the realization. Izaya cared for him. Izaya actually cared. He had to. Why else would he be alive?

Their relationship had started tensing a little after the appearance of the Yellow Scarves. That was Kida's way of defending his pride. The rumors that he was screwing around with the two strongest men in Ikebukuro were becoming vicious. He was being regarded as nothing more than a toy, but no one dared say it in his face. They were too afraid of Izaya and Shizuo. No one had dared to whisper anything about the Shogun of the Yellow Scarves. They had been too afraid of him.

Was that the reason? Had Izaya been afraid that Masaomi would leave them?

Kida straightened in his chair as realization filled his stomach with ice. He was suddenly seeing the actions of the other man in a completely different light. Saki had been a test to see how loyal he was. Kida had failed it and Izaya had been so hurt that he had destroyed them. He had gone after Saki and Kida with a vengeance.

The boy sucked in a deep breath. He replayed the events of the last few years. Yes, Izaya's plans were always easy to foil. All Kida had had to do was remember that he belonged to Izaya and Shizuo.

Where was the catch now? He was missing something. There was an important piece of information right in front of his eyes that he couldn`t see. After all that was one of the things Izaya did best – manipulate information.

Kida got on his feet and quickly made his way to the bathroom. The bar had suddenly become too noisy. The jazz could barely cover the groans from the few guests and it was breaking his concentration.

"Think!" Kida growled at his reflection in the mirror. He started pacing in the small room.

Izaya was a possessive bastard that loved playing games with his favorite humans. He cared for Kida and his heart jumped to his throat at the thought.

What did the bastard want from him? Kida couldn`t go back to Ikebukuro. He was going to get killed if he went back. He needed to find a way to run away with Saki, because he couldn`t…

"Saki…" Kida whispered in realization.

That game wasn't over.

How had he missed it?

"This is the first time I have ever disobeyed him." Saki's words came to him from that night.

"But, I still love you."

Kida was dialing Izaya's number before he could stop himself. Not the business number they used for reporting, but the private one that he had been calling when they were together.

It rang once, twice, three times, but the bastard wasn't picking.

Kida's blood boiled with hurt and anger. He gritted his teeth not to scream in frustration at the beeping that kept coming through his phone. Why had the bastard done all that? They had been fine. The three of them had been just fine. There hadn`t been any need to test anyone. Kida had been doing just fine. He was attending his lessons, he was handling his reputation and he was faithful to both Shizuo and Izaya. He hadn`t done anything wrong, so why?

"Masaomi – kun?" a sleepy voice interrupted his thoughts.

When no response came Izaya checked his phone to see if the connection was still active. "Masaomi – kun?" he repeated.

"Why?" the boy growled in his ear.

Izaya blinked several times, trying to remember something especially evil he had done recently, but came up blank.

"You'll have to be a little bit more eloquent than that, Masaomi – kun." Izaya responded, snuggling himself deeper in the covers. Sleep hugged him in its embrace.

"You know perfectly well you fucking bastard!" Kida nearly shouted on the phone and that jolted Izaya somewhat. His sleep deprived brain quickly realized that he wasn't holding his business phone, but rather the personal one. The man was slightly impressed that Kida hadn`t deleted the number.

"You are a smart boy, Masaomi. I knew you were going to figure it out." Izaya checked the time on his other phone. He scowled. It wasn`t even 5 in the morning. Why wasn`t Masaomi sleeping like a normal person?

"Strop screwing around and spill it out." Another growl came from the other end of the line and this was starting to remind him of the many conversations he had on regular bases with Shizu – chan.

"Language, Masaomi, language." Izaya berated. It had become a jerk reaction by now. He tried to wake up. This wasn`t a conversation he should be having half asleep. But he had had a long day that had continued till late into the night and it was taking its toll on him.

"Why did you do it?" Kida asked, leaning against the cold wall. His anger had suddenly evaporated. He knew perfectly well that Izaya dished out information the way he saw fit. Even if he screamed his throat raw the bastard still wouldn`t tell him unless he wanted to.

Izaya sat in his bed. The sudden defeat in Kida's voice woke him up completely. He had imagined this moment far too many times in the last few years. He had envisioned the call at a bit more appropriate hour when he was more alert, so he could rope the boy in his webs. Right now he was tired and exhausted. In the warmth of his blankets and the darkness where no one could see him the words slipped from his mouth before he could stop them.

"I couldn't stand the thought of you leaving us for anyone." Izaya clapped his hand over his mouth. He hadn`t just said that! He sunk in his bed. "You belonged to us, Masaomi, you should have known that." He tried to cover his slip, but Kida had heard him.

"So you sent someone to test me and then punished me? Sick bastard!" Kida was yelling now.

"It's your own fault for forgetting who you belong to so fast." Izaya bit back.

"So you want me back?" Izaya didn`t respond to the question. What was it about Kida Masaomi that made him so special? "That's why you forced me to work for you."

"I never forced you into anything, Masaomi. I've always given you a choice." Izaya put in. He didn`t need to hear this. He knew that he had a weakness towards the boy. He knew that he might like him more than he loved humanity. That didn`t mean that he wanted to hear it.

Kida snorted on the other end of the line. "Leaving someone without any options isn`t a choice."

"Ahh, but you had options. You have options." Izaya stressed.

Kida paused. Suddenly the last piece of the puzzle fell into place. Yes, he had options. He could stay with Saki and continue working for Izaya. A road that might lead him to suicide. Or he could go back to Ikebukuro. Go back to Izaya and Shizuo. If he did this things would go back to normal. Go back to the way they were before the Yellow Scarves. The reputation of those two was going to keep people who tried to kill him away.

"I love Saki." Kida admitted finally. A harsh laughter met his statement.

"Do you now?" Kida cringed at the tone. Izaya was going to make him pay for this, wasn`t he? "Then tell me, Ma – sa – o – mi, why aren`t you sleeping next your beloved Saki – chan at the moment? Could there be trouble in paradise? Hmmm?" A pause followed this statement "You should have realized it by now – the reason you are with her isn`t love."

"You don`t know what you`re talking about!" Kida snapped.

"I know exactly what I`m talking about and so do you. Her lips don`t taste just as sweet, don`t they? Your heart doesn`t skip a beat at her smile anymore. I wonder why that is…" Kida gritted his teeth. He wouldn`t give the bastard the pleasure. He wouldn`t give away the fact that he'd been asking himself day in day out those same questions "Let me tell you, Masaomi. This world isn't black and white. It's grey. There isn`t even a trace of white in it. Now that your guilt isn`t tying you to Saki you are slowly realizing that. She is just as broken. Maybe even more so. Her pearly white disguise has been blown off and she has lost her appeal. But the heart is slow to realize its own emotions, isn`t it?" Izaya laughed bitterly at the end. He would have never done what he had done to the boy if he had known sooner.

The line went dead.


Indeterminate period earlier:

Izaya was panting. He tried concentrating on the simple act of breathing. His fingers were gripping tightly one of his blades and he had another one ready in his other hand. His legs were slightly bent, ready to bolt at the slightest movement. His whole attention was focused on the man in front of him.

Shizuo was standing just a few steps away, gripping a street sign so hard his knuckles had gone white. The blond's temper had gone off the scale the last few days and as amusing it was for Izaya to read about people's stupidity he had decided to see it with his own eyes. He hadn't even known Shizuo was in the area when a trash can had come flying in his direction. Izaya had managed to avoid the hit, but he was soaked in the liquid that had spilled. It stank.

Izaya frowned. What had ticked off the other man so badly?

"Shizu – chan never learns." Izaya's tone was light, his face stretched into pity, but his body remained rigid "Destroying public property doesn`t solve anything."

"Shut up! This is your fault!"

Izaya's eyes went wide at the accusation. His body moved to the side barely avoiding the stop sign. He landed on a bench nearby. "Making accusations so lightly can get you in real trouble~" With that he shot a knife towards the blond, but the other just caught it with his teeth. The blade broke in pieces.

"Everything screwed up in my life is always your fault." Shizuo growled and stalked towards the smaller man. He didn't try to pick up a weapon or to lunge forward, so Izaya allowed himself to be caught. It seemed like the other was finally willing to talk. The funny thing was that he couldn't remember doing anything particularly bad lately.

Shizuo grabbed him by the forearm and dragged him off the bench and into the back alleys of Ikebukuro. Small streets and minutes passed them one after another, but the taller wasn't saying anything. It was starting to play on Izaya's nerves. He didn't know where they were going. It wasn't in Shizuo's apartment that was for sure. Nor in Izaya's. It took him a few more twists and turns before he could figure it out.

Izaya dug his heels in the ground, forcing the other to stop. "Neee, Shizu – chan, you should know not everyone is as carefree as you. Some of us have to work. Bye bee~" He didn`t even try to pull his hand free. He knew better than that by now. Instead he took a blade and slashed at the hand that was holding him. Shizuo growled in annoyance and his grip only tightened "Such brute strength! You might just break me in two." Izaya smiled, but he couldn`t help the whimper of pain.

"Shut up, flea!" Shizuo shoved his face into his and Izaya did the first thing that came to mind. He licked the other's lips. The blond pulled abruptly and wiped his mouth with his hand. His face twisted in a grin that sent heat rushing through Izaya's body, but instead of taking him against a wall Shizuo only pulled him towards their destination.

In the end Izaya had to be dragged kicking and babbling there. It was not a graceful picture he had to admit, but there were things that in the face of which every human lost their way. Izaya had turned out to be a human as well. With a beating heart that could break in tiny pieces as big as glass dust. Shizuo liked to remind him of this.

When he had woken up that day he hadn't imagined that he'll end up on the floor of Kida Masaomi's room. As a matter of fact he hadn`t imagined that he`ll ever step here ever again. But here he was. Izaya hated it.

Shizuo fixed the door in its frame and leaned against it. That left only one possible way of retreat – the window. The blond took a cigarette from its pack and was about to lit it up when he remembered. Kida didn't like it when he smoked in his room. Izaya had obviously caught on his moment of indecision, because laughter rang through the air. It was a happy one, but it ended up with a small scratch.

"Shizu – chan is adorable to be worrying about something like that. This isn`t his room anymore, you know?" Izaya stood up and dusted himself. He wanted out of here "I heard a college student will be moving here in a few weeks. A foreigner, one of those that come here to read manga and eat sushi. Maybe we should leave a leaflet of Russian Sushi while we are here. I'm sure Simon will be pleased…"

Shizuo tuned out the rambling. He has been with Izaya for long enough to recognize it for what it was – an attempt to avoid the looming conversation. He lit his cigarette and took a deep drag. "Izaya" He could see the man's shoulders straightening up just a little at the name.

"Nah, Shizu – chan, why so serious?" Izaya beamed at him. All of a sudden he really didn't want to know why the blond had been so pissed off.

"Just what did you do?" Shizuo growled. He'd be damned if he didn't get answers tonight. Even if he had to force them out of the flea.

"Shizu – chan, I don`t have an ESP. I have no idea what you are talking about." Izaya stalled, trying to think of a way out of the situation.

"I am talking about what happened to Kida."

There it was. Shizuo had said it. But Izaya wasn`t foolish enough to think that Shizuo would never raise the topic. He knew it was only a matter of time. However Izaya had no intentions of answering.

"Ahh, Shizu – chan cares. I thought Masaomi was nothing but a good fuck to you." The worlds rolled out of his mouth. They did what his blades couldn`t. They pierced through Shizuo's thick skin and plunged into his heart.

"What did you say, flea?" Anger exploded inside of Shizuo and covered his eyes with wool of sizzling rage.

"I'm just surprised that a monster like you can care. Monsters don't love, Shizu – chan." Izaya waved his finger in a reproach and went on "Especially not frail little boys that they fuck in back alleys. That's just gross."

He was slammed against the wall so hard he heard it crack. That was the last thing Izaya remembered before he lost consciousness.


Izaya woke up that night on the sofa in his apartment. He dug a phone out of his pocket. It was a little past two in the morning. Shizuo had really banged him hard, hadn`t he? Izaya turned towards the back the sofa and buried his head in it. His mind went over what had happened.

A racked laugh escaped his lips. It was followed by another and soon his whole frame was shaking with laughter. Izaya swung his feet to floor and doubled over. He couldn't stop himself. He threw his head backwards and leaned against the back of the sofa. The sounds kept bubbling out of him and echoing through the apartment. It was a desperate broken sound that would have made anyone worry about Izaya's sanity. But there was no one around.

He gasped for breath. The truth was that if anyone had said the same thing to him about Masaomi… that person would be begging for death by now.

What was it about the boy that had gotten to him?

All alone, in the darkness, Izaya could admit that Masaomi had managed to slip underneath his skin and worm its way into his heart.

Like a virus. Izaya laughed.

But viruses had to be eradicated on the spot. He frowned. The metaphor failed him. He certainly wanted Masaomi around. Why else would he employ him? Did he, though? The boy had some useful qualities – he was charming, had a way of getting close to people and wasn`t afraid to step into dangerous territories. That made him perfect for an assistant.

Izaya had never needed an assistant before. The truth rang in his head. Yes, he missed Masaomi and he wanted him in his life enough to employ him.

"Tsk…" Izaya leaned back in the sofa. His face twisted in dissatisfaction.

It was the moment of truth for him.

How many times had he used information to ruin someone? He knew the tricks when it came to dealing and knowledge was the most powerful weapon.

Izaya pressed a hand to his mouth and started poking the holes in his heart. He couldn't allow anyone to have more information about himself.

The first step was admitting that he cared about Kida Masaomi.

There. As ridiculous as it sounded Orihara Izaya was able to care more about a single human being than any other. He pushed down the indignation that came with the admittance. It was wrong. He knew it. Izaya didn't care about people. He loved humanity, but no single person deserved more affection that the other. Yet, there he was – Kida Masaomi.

Izaya's scowl deepened as he examined his actions in the last several years in the light of this admittance.

That's right. That would explain the whole Saki accident.

"There's no way any woman can resist my charms! How can I have one if I haven't found the right one yet? I'll have to keep looking until I find my princess! The woman of my dreams is sure to be some unearthly beauty!"

Izaya remembered Masaomi's words from so long. They had really rubbed him the wrong way. It had been around the time the Yellow Scarves had started gaining power. Izaya had been proud of the little Shogun. Masaomi was able to gather a lot of people around him, despite his young age. Not only that, but he had a firm hold on them. They listened and obeyed. Masaomi had started distancing himself from Izaya and Shizuo.

Izaya sighed, his hand falling beside him. That had been the reason to start the Yellow Scarves, hadn`t it? The rumors that Masaomi was Shizuo's and his play toy were starting to become persistent. Not that they weren`t true. But they were starting to interfere with the boy's everyday life. A few exceptionally brainless people had thought they could use him against Izaya and Shizuo and that hadn`t ended up well.

It hadn`t been a surprise for Izaya when the Yellow Scarves appeared with their Shogun. No one dared touch Masaomi after that.

But the distance between them had started to slowly grow, causing him to feel insecure.

Izaya sneered at the thought. It was disgusting. But this was the moment of truth and he was being brutally honest with himself. No one was going to have the chance to use his little black heart against him.

Then he had overheard Masaomi say those words and things had gotten a little out of hand. It wasn`t that Izaya had been trying to hurt the boy, he had been trying to test him. He could still remember the burning ache to know and to understand. It had been a piece of information that he couldn`t go without. The knowledge had come at a terrible price as well.

Would Masaomi leave them for a sweet girl that loved him?

That question had burned into his mind.

The answer had shattered his heart to tiny little pieces of glass. They were still big enough to prick and cause bleeding when he tried to touch them. So Izaya had swept it all under the rug and forgotten about it. If only Shizuo hand`t been so insistent on discovering them…

Another sound escaped his throat. It sounded more like a creak than a laughter, but he wasn`t particularly picky at the moment. As long as there was no sobbing involved Izaya would take whatever he could get.

For now he had no choice left, but to wait. Masaomi was a smart kid. He was bound to figure out sooner or later the truth about his emotions towards Saki.

Izaya buried himself in work. This was his way of dealing the newly acquired information about his heart. On the next day he found out that Shizuo had asked Celty to deliver Izaya in his home after blacking out.


Present:

Kida closed the connection and sat on the heater that was located in one corner of the bathroom.

He didn`t need the bastard meddling with his head any more than he had already.

Despite everything Izaya's words were hitting home. He'd been fixating on Saki for so long that he had been tumbling down on inertia that night. They weren`t the same people. She had never been that person. Kida had fallen for the image Izaya had made her create. The bastard cared for him.

Kida laughed mirthlessly at the discovery. Orihara Izaya had a heart.

He couldn`t stay here. He had to go.

Kida swallowed. There was only one place he wanted to go. He looked at his telephone and bit at the inside of his cheek. There was only one way of knowing.

The phone rang for a long time before a grunt came from the other side.

"Hey" Kida started, but didn`t know what else he was supposed to say. The truth, maybe?

"Kida?" Shizuo's voice came more awake "Are you in Ikebukuro?"

The boy thanked the gods for their small miracles "I`m on my way. Can I…?" He trailed off not really sure how to ask.

"You can stay here… if you want to" came the answer to his unspoken question and Kida felt relief wash over him.

"T-thank you!" He stammered as uncontrollable happiness flooded his chest.


Namie had already left for the night when Izaya heard a noise. He lifted his head to see Masaomi leaning against his office door. Izaya felt his pulse speeding up under the intent gaze.

"How grey am I?" the boy asked.

"Excuse me?" Izaya scoffed. He refused to act this way.

"You said that there is no white in this world, so how gray am I?" Kida asked, stepping inside the room. He made his way to the playing board.

"Neutral" Izaya answered. He should have expected a question like that "For now."

Kida nodded. In his heart he knew the answer already. He placed a piece on the board and looked towards the man "I cannot forgive you for what you did. But I am willing to listen." He watched as Izaya's smirk reached just a little bit higher towards his eyes. He moved another piece on the board and left.

The second the door to his apartment was shut closed Izaya was out of his chair and on the board. He laughed at what he saw.

"Ma~sa~o~mi, I don`t think you are ready for a game like that." The man gave another laughter filled with good hearted amusement.


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