Izaya took a dive into a big building that offered cover. Shizuo was on his heels and gingerly stepped on him, thus turning Izaya into fur fringed carpet.
"It sure is weird here."
"Shizu-chan- gah!"
Shizuo looked around, this really was a strange place. People with strange outfits pranced about, ranging from sailor fuku that were far too short to bizarre space suit like things, and the colorful ranges of dyed hair gave him a headache. Bubbly music was broadcast from loudspeakers and creatures with oversized eyes popped out from screens scattered a bit all over the place. He finally stepped down and allowed Izaya to scramble back to his feet. Izaya was still trying to get his lungs to work properly after nearly being crushed by Shizuo's weight so he did not notice any of this.
Upon further study Shizuo realized that the main purpose of this bizarre event, whatever it was, revolved around buying books from the many stands that had them on display. Out of curiosity he picked up a slim tome that was nearby. The cover was familiar.
"Hey, Izaya? This looks like you."
Izaya was still groaning.
"Did you really have to step on me like that?"
Shizuo flipped the pages. So this was manga, he had heard about such things before but only had the vaguest idea of what it was. And then he screamed.
"My poor eyes! There are sick, sick, sick people in this world! Izaya!"
"What now!"
"Look! How can people- I don't even know!"
Shizuo blushed furiously. Izaya took the book, now that the pain in his spine was receding he noticed that this place was terribly familiar.
"Oh my! It's a Shizaya doujin! One thing I'd like to know, how come I'm always the uke in this?"
So far they had both ignored the girl that sat on the other side of the stand, her eyes becoming shinier by the second.
"You two are the best Shizuo/Izaya cosplayers I've ever seen! You even act in character! Can I take a picture? Please? Puh-lease?"
She batted her eyelashes. Shizuo reached for a cigarette, he really needed one and the hell with the law but unfortunately his whole pack was soaked.
"Izaya! You even got your stupid lube on my cigs!"
"Oh, do you guys also roleplay H scenes as well? That's hot. So hot."
Shizuo abandoned his plan of killing Izaya and turned to the girl.
"Did you draw this?"
"Yes, Sir!"
"Do your parents know you draw these filthy things? What's wrong with kids nowadays!"
"They ship Shizaya as well!"
Shizuo shook his head.
"This is why Japan is going down the drain. It's because parents are off on a some cruise ship or whatever instead of taking care of their kids and keeping them away from perverted things."
"Miss, I'll buy them all and do you have any colored posters?"
Shizuo choked.
"Izaya! Why the hell are you getting these books?"
"Masturbation aids."
"That's me in this book!"
"And you get to top as usual. So unfair, Shizu-chan. So what if I'm so much shorter and smaller built than you, I can still top."
The girl left the stand and held Izaya's hands.
"Please tell me all about it!"
Izaya was very willing to do just that but Shizuo landed a punch on his gut that sent him flying into one of the stages. Shizuo pinned him down and prepared to give Izaya the beating of his life when the loudspeakers blared:
"Attention, attention! We have an 18 up event taking place on stage! A true make out session between Heiwajima Shizuo and Orihara Izaya cosplayers!"
Izaya groaned softly,
"Again with that order. Will I ever get to top."
Shizuo froze as he noticed that he was now on all screens and that there was a crowd gathering around them. And here he was, planted on top of Izaya, holding him as if they were indeed about to have hot sex.
"Oy, Izaya! They're crowding here. Do something about it, you know these people!"
Microphones picked up his voice and carried out to the entire building. Izaya whispered,
"Leave it to me, Shizu-chan" then raised his tone "Everyone at Comiket! I'm sure you all want to know the true reason why Shizuo hates me so much. And by that I mean the real reason that the creators will never have the balls to tell you. The truth is, I top Shizuo. And he likes it, too. He's my bitch and that really riles him up! Can I get a 'kya!'"
