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Confession

Shizuo adjusted his suit again. It felt strange being able to wear something other than the bartender uniform. He was tempted to dye his hair brown again but he felt that the change would be too much, he was so used to being blonde. Shizuo lit up a cigarette and took a drag as he leant against the wall of a small coffee shop, it was one of the ones that Izaya frequented in Shinjuku and Izaya was currently at his usually table with his drink. A skinny, half caramel latte with light froth and cinnamon sprinkled on the stop. Shizuo looked through the window again, seeing Izaya type on his laptop with a small smirk on his face.

Shizuo sighed. He was probably tempting teenagers into suicide pacts again. The smile that graced Shizuo's face was smile and full of fondness. He adjusted his tie once again before he took a last drag of his cigarette, throwing it on the floor and walking into the coffee shop.

The attendant looked up as he walked in. Her eyes widened at the blonde in the expensive suit and designer sunglasses.

"Hello sir, may I take your order?" She asked a little dazed. Was he an actor? An idol? A famous model?

Shizuo smiled. "I'll have a chai tea and a skinny, half caramel latte with light froth and cinnamon sprinkled on the stop."

The girls eyes widened and wondered over to Izaya who was sitting in his usual corner with his back to the door.

"Your order will be ready in just a moment, sir. Would you like to take a seat and I'll bring it over?" She asked politely.

Shizuo gave her a dazzling smile. "If its alright with you I'd like to wait for it."

The girl nodded, dazed, and went about making the two drinks.

Shizuo waited across the way, his eyes on Izaya's back. This was it. This was the moment that he would be confessing his love for the small informant. He knew that the ravenette was gay from his surveillance of the younger man. Watching Izaya's lovers come and go was annoying but the blonde was a diligent worker and didn't let personal matters clash with professional but all that was changing now.

The girl put the two drinks down in front of Shizuo, he paid and gave her a large tip before taking the tray and walking over to the informant.

He put the mug with Izaya's latte down on the table first. Izaya looked away from his laptop and frowned. "I didn't order another one." He said with confusion in his voice.

"I thought your other may be getting cold by now. May I take this seat?" Shizuo asked politely.

Izaya's head whipped round to the blonde, his eyes were wide and frantic. He quickly closed his laptop screen and placed a mask on his face.

"Shizu-chan, what a surprise. What are you doing here?" Izaya asked, his voice cagey. He looked like he was ready to dash out of the coffee shop at any second.

Shizuo sat down and added a sugar to his chai tea. "Don't worry, Izaya-kun. I'm not here to cause trouble." Shizuo took a sip of his tea whilst Izaya stared at him suspiciously.

The café had gone completely silent to the two males, each of them staring at the other. Izaya looked at the coffee, that Shizuo had put in front of him, questionably.

"It's your usual." Shizuo said. "Don't worry. I didn't poison it."

Izaya narrowed his eyes and took the cup as if he had been issued a challenge. "I wasn't worried. Shizu-chan isn't smart enough to catch me off guard." He took a sip, his eyes widening. "Why do you know my usual drink anyway?"

Shizuo shifted uncomfortably. This was it. When he had decided to tell Izaya his feeling he had also made the decision to tell him his past. If he didn't tell Izaya the whole truth he knew that the devious informant would eventually find out, or his mother would accidently slip up.

"I've just quit my job-" Here goes nothing.

"Yet you're wearing such an expensive designer suit." Izaya quipped

"- I used to work for your parents."

Izaya froze and gave Shizuo a surveying look. "What has this got to do with my coffee preferences?"

Shizuo took a deep, calm breath. "It was in the job description."

Izaya laughed nervously and shifted in his seat. "So what? Shizu-chan used to give my parents information on me, like a nanny. I've got to admit you didn't seem the type but it's not like it hasn't been done before. They've used classmates to check up on me before." Izaya rambled.

"I didn't give your parents information on you Izaya." Shizuo sighed and then added thoughtfully. "Though I did give them progress reports."

"Shizu-chan is so literate today. Was it something he ate?" Izaya mocked. A small smile passed Shizuo lips. Izaya eye twitched. "Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Those little smiles, like you think I'm an amusing child. I hate it." Izaya said with narrowed eyes.

Shizuo smiled despite his warning. "I'm not looking down on you, Izaya. I think it's endearing."

Izaya's hand tightened around his cup. "What was that, Shizu-chan? Are you trying to confess your undying love?" Shizuo took a sip from his tea causally.

"I quit my job this morning-"

"Oh, we're back on that topic, are we?"

"- For the past sixteen years I've been in your parents care. They paid for my schooling."

Izaya looked at Shizuo blankly. Sixteen years? That's double the amount of time I've known him and my parents have never mentioned him.

"They were training me for my job." Shizuo continued.

Sounds like my parents. What would they need this dunce for anyway?

Izaya didn't have to wait long for his answer. "I' was assigned as your bodyguard. I've been doing it for the last eight years."

That…wasn't what Izaya was expecting. His hand twitched, knocking over the hot coffee that Shizuo had just brought him. Izaya lifted his laptop to safety but the scolding liquid was soon in his lap. Izaya jumped to his feet, as did Shizuo.

"Crap. Are you alright?" Shizuo asked, taking out some tissues and reaching across to wipe Izaya's crotch.

The little informant whacked his hand away. His face was…well…Shizuo had never seen this expression on Izaya's face before. The ravenette looked livid.

"What do you mean 'my bodyguard'?" He all but snarled. "You've been throwing vending machines at me for the last eight years."

"Yes, to move your attention to me." Shizuo knew it as soon as it had left his mouth. That…was definitely the wrong thing to say.

"Oh, so that was your ploy. To keep me in line. Can't cause trouble for anyone else if all my attention is directed at, Shizu-chan." Izaya's eyes burned with rage but he was speaking quite calmly.

Izaya stared at the Shizuo in front of him and with a sudden realisation that almost stopped his heart, he came to a conclusion. The Shizuo that was standing calmly with a concerned look on his face was the real Shizuo. The one that threw vending machines and shouted insults at him was the fake. A personality thought up to keep him out of trouble for his parents benefit.

Izaya could feel his eyes start to tear up, he bit the inside of his cheek and put his best mask in place.

" It was the best way to keep you safe at the time but I don't want to do that anymore. I don't want to keep fighting." Shizuo moved around the table. Izaya took a step back. "I quit my job because I realised something" Shizuo took a deep breath. "I've fallen in love with you."

Oh, how Izaya had longed to hear those words from the blondes lips. Even now his traitor heart was speeding up but his mask was left perfectly in place. Izaya turned his back on Shizuo and walked out, but not without having the final word.

"I don't even know you."

I'm just a sucker for angst and drama. That is how I imagine Izaya would react to such a betrayal. Pissed and upset. Now Shizu-chan has to win Izaya back! Yay!

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