Well.. I lied. I didn't post as much as I wanted, and stuff just kept keeping me busy. So, well, at least I got this out... right?
I'm not that happy with it..
I own nothing except my Angry Bird Bracelet
When a Painter paints his object of affection and the object is unaware, it is often a pleasant surprise to see one's face in a gallery. Of course, when the object is an enemy, it's slightly... less pleasant. The surprise was less anything, for Shizou Heiwajima, expect for a reason of confusion.
"What the…?"
Of course, Izaya didn't mean to send it out. No, that was on the mistake of his assistant, who allowed it to go while he was busy. You can assume how mad this made the painter.
When Izaya found out that the painting was on display, his yelp was probably heard throughout Japan. His heart raced, as he realized his enemy, the guy he was regrettably in love with, would see this painting. The painting that was making his heart race like a horse, that left a painful twinge in his heart. Why couldn't, just once, he smile at me like that?
Izaya had certainly did not stay there long. He did not want to be there with Shizou did see the painting. He didn't want to hear the anger; he didn't want to be caught up in a moment of hatred like that. He was… tired of it.
When he returned home, he set about to his other job: stalking the internet. He was often or not too busy to learn about his towns otherwise. It was the only thing that, for the main part, kept him from pining for his enemy. Once on, however, it wasn't long until Celty had questions.
Something we should know?
No.
C'mon, both Shinra and I know something is up. You owe it to us for tolerating you to tell us when a crazy blonde man shows up at our apartment over a painting.
Ah, well… it's... Complicated.
What about you isn't?
True, true… fine, but you CAN'T tell anyone!
Fine...
Izaya was relieved to be able to tell someone, and be able to get their opinions. Of course, he almost strangled Shinra when he told Izaya what he knew to be the truth. He still didn't want to admit it. He never wanted to fall in love. Much less with his enemy?
When Shizou finally showed up at his apartment, it had been roughly a month after the painting had gone out. Fear filled Izaya on the off chance he had figured out the painter's feelings. He needed all his practice at lying to make it through this.
''Took you long enough.''
The anger on the comment was showed clearly on his face, even with the glasses over his honey-colored eyes. Izaya forced a smirk, despite some internal feeling was telling him to make him smile. For the first ever, at him, for him, like in the painting. He tried to ignore this feeling.
"What the hell flea? What was that painting about?"
The anger in his voice was flanked with confusion. Izaya forced his face to go blank, rolling his eyes and going back to typing. He could hear heavy steps as the man walked closer, possibly going for something to throw. Izaya held a steady hand out, as if to stop him, but did not turn away form the computer.
"Think of it as.. A favor." He said calmly, improvising.
"A.. Favor?" Confusion briefly showed stronger than the poisonous anger. Izaya had to admit, the anger was starting to sting a little. Something made Izaya want to keep this up, make the man angrier. A cruel smile spread across his lips, as he turned toward the taller man, almost growling in anger.
"Why, yes, a favor. See, I realized that my first painting was mean. So I painted a new one, mad you look good enough that maybe a draft woman would perhaps fall in love with you. So, you could leave me alone." Izaya stood, walking around his desk and toward the kitchen, gritting his teeth as something inside told him to take back everything he said.
"You see, protozoans like you are fun for a while, but, eventually they get... boring. A waste of time. So, I did a nice thing for you, so you could be a dear and just leave me alone. Deal?" Izaya asked, biting his tongue, relishing in the pain that followed. My, my Izaya, you've become quite the masochist.
Shizou growled, before seeming to understand what Izaya had offered. A smirk covered his lips. "You? Leave me alone? That won't happen. But, I'll take your deal. If I see you, however, I will kill you." His tone was lethal, and left Izaya feeling not too unlike he just got shot.
As Shizou left, Izaya sighed, leaning back on the counter. The pain swirling in his chest. I'm so stupid.