Title: My Brother's Boyfriend.
Author: Heiwajima Shizuo.
Rating: M.
Warning: Slight AU. Swearing, innuendos, and sexual themes.
Summary: AU-ish. I didn't mind the fact Kasuka was gay. And to be honest, I didn't even care that he had a boyfriend. But that was until I found out who he was.
Note: This is suppose to be around the time Shizuo was framed by Izaya, so yeah. lol ^^
"Ugh."
Light leaked in from the large window next to my bed along with a refreshing and gentle breeze.
In bed, I rolled over onto my side. Moving an arm, I covered my head with the white comforter Kasuka gave me. I probably should've closed my window before I went to sleep because I was a little cold when I had woken up. Goosebumps graced my arms and I shivered slightly. One of my hands brushed against my face and I shuddered from the cold touch.
Yepp.
Closing a window would've been a good idea.
In nothing but my boxers, I kept my eyes closed and furrowed my eye brows. Though being cold wasn't always a good thing, the light flowing into my room was bright as fuck. The sunlight leaving an orange glow to my eyelids.
Feeling uncomfortable, I moved my head under my pillow in hopes of blocking out the sunlight like a vampire caught in the daytime.
A few minutes went by and I ended up sitting up. I was awake and unable to fall back asleep, so trying to was useless, really. After emerging from underneath the soft blanket, cold air immediately hit my bare chest causing a shiver to run down my spine.
Damn, it was cold.
It wasn't even close to winter time, but I was sure I would've seen my own breath if I decided to speak.
Rubbing one of my eyes with the back of my hand, I looked around the room trying to find a clock, or something that was capable of telling me the time. In the end, I couldn't find anything and reached over to the night stand next to my bed. Picking up my cell phone, I checked the time. It was around 9 AM.
Now normally, I was always up by then. But since Tom granted me a month or two, if I decided to stay away for that long, of paid vacation I really didn't want to be up.
Why that long and still pay me? Personally, I didn't think I deserved it. But according to the man himself, Tom wanted to reward me for all the times I've helped him out in the past. Hence my month or two of doing whatever I wanted, and still getting paid.
Sweet, huh?
Unfortunately for me, my moment of happiness was stomped all over as I saw a head of black hair poke in from my ajar door.
"Morning!"
That voice—Oh God. Why?
The first thing I hear—
"Shiiiizuuu-chaaaan~!"
Just had to be that.
"Go away, flea." I said as I got up from my bed, and walked over to my suitcase and pulled out something to wear for the day.
The black luggage, filled with my clothes, was stuffed with my trademark bartender outfit Kasuka bought for me and an extra pair of sun glasses. I always ened up breaking a pair out of rage and without realizing, so I decided to bring a spare, just in case.
Crouching next to my suitcase on the floor, Izaya skipped annoyingly in and fell into my bed.
"Mmm! It smells just like Shizu-chan~!"
… The fuck?
He knew what I smelled like.
Though it was tempting to ask how he knew what I smelled like, I decided not to.
Only God knows how he knew.
And if I were the man upstairs, I probably wouldn't want to know.
"Haha! Your bed really does smell like you, Shizu-chan!" I felt a vein in my forehead pop comically.
Ignoring the rather strange, and disturbing, comment, I pulled my clothes out of my suitcase. I was much too lazy to fold them, so they were all just stuffed in there messily. With a wrinkled white button-up shirt, black vest and pants, and a clean pair of underwear I stood up and turned around. Immediately, I glared daggers at Izaya. He was staring at my chest with his bright brown, almost red, eyes mischievously.
"It's impolite to stare, flea." I spat, my words laced with venom as I walked to the door opposite of the one Izaya enter through.
With my hand on the door knob that lead to my room's bathroom, I heard Izaya snicker. My shoulders jumped at the horrid sound and my eye brows furrowed. Why the hell was he laughing? Did he rig the bathroom or something?
Annoyed by that delivish laughter of his, I looked over my shoulder. He was lying on his stomach, his elbows on the mattress as his head rested on his pale folded hands. There was a sly grin on his face and our eyes met.
… Right before his eyes traveled downward.
An unwanted blush fell upon my face and I yelled.
"Stop looking at my body!" I tried covering up my chest by folding arms, my clothes pressing against my torso.
"And while you're at it, leave!"
I swear if there was anything in there that I was allowed to break, like a vending machine, street light, and anything Kasuka didn't buy, I would've smashed it over that informant's because damnit, I was pissed!
"You're not the boss of me!"
That's when I remembered, "Wait a second. Where's Kasuka?"
"He's still asleep."
Damn. As much as I didn't like the thought of Kasuka dating him, of all people he could have chosen, and being around hin. I also didn't want Izaya around me either.
"Whatever. Just go away."
"But I don't wanna~! And is that any way to talk to your brother's boyfriend? Hmm?"
My grip on the door knob tightened before I swung it open and stepped in. Once inside, I slammed the door behind me and punched the tile wall next to the door. So that's what he was doing, he was using the fact that he was Kasuka's boyfriend as an excuse to annoy me. I admit, that was a pretty smart idea since I wouldn't want to damage anything or anyone important to him.
Even if it was Izaya.
Ugh.
"I'll just have to suck it up." I mumbled to myself reluctantly.
But once again, if he ever hurt Kasuka… I swore his head would be mine.
After stripping out of my boxers, I stepped into the shower and turned it on. The water was a little on the cold side at first, but after readjusting it by turning the handle, it soon became warmer. Looking around, I grabbed the red shampoo bottle in the corner and squirted some into my hand before bringing said hand to my head. When I was done with washing my hair, I grabbed the bar of soap and began to wash the rest of my body. Along with the suds, I felt my terrible mood wash off and go down the drain.
I placed the bar of soap where I found it, and turned off the shower. Shaking my wet head of hair like a wet dog, I grabbed the towel on the little rack as I step out feeling refreshed.
When I was done putting on my clothes, I dropped my used boxers into the hamper in the corner of the bathroom. Shaking my head once again, I stepped out.
Almost instantly, I began to feel pissed off.
Izaya was still there.
It looked as though he hadn't moved, even the slightest.
Damnit all!
"Welcome back, Shizu-chan~"
Ever since I had gotten there, he would not leave me alone. When I entered the room the other night after Izaya who, entered after Kasuka, the informant had been getting on my nerves at an alarming rate. Words could not describe how pissed off I was when he walked over, grabbed Kasuka's ass, and made out with him the other day.
Oh, and did I mention when I came back from checking out the bathroom, they were frenching on my bed?
Ugh.
The image burned itself into my brain.
Whipping my head from side to side in hopes of getting rid of any drops of water, I walked over to the wall opposite of Izaya and glared. I decided I didn't want to be close to him, so I thought twice about going back towards my bed. I think I might wash my sheets later since he soiled them with his touch.
"Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be hanging around Kasuka?" I asked.
"I guess, but he's still asleep." He said rather bored, still in the same position as earlier.
Still glaring I stuffed my hands into my pocket, "What'd you do to him?"
His eyes widened and he put on what I guess was a look of 'hurt', "Me? Why, I wouldn't do anything to Kasu-chan?"
The look of mock hurt and innocence soon faded. His eyes went back to normal and his lips twisted into a devilish grin. "But if he were begging me to like last night, I might do something. If you know what I mean."
"Fuck you." I snarled, my hands clenched in tight fists in my pockets.
"Sorry Shizu-chan. That's Kasuka's job." He said with a suggestive smile. It was the same one he used when he, dare I say, licked his lips at me.
Crap. So much for forgetting that.
When my brain finally registered what it was he meant, I swore I was going to choke him. In fact, I began thinking of what to say to Kasuka after he realized I killed his boyfriend. Saying sorry wouldn't be enough, damnit. Guess I'd have to write it on paper or something.
But right then and there, all I wanted to do was hurt that fucking flea.
How dare he say such things about Kasuka!
"Shizuo?"
At the sound of my name, I cocked my head towards the door to see Kasuka standing in the door way wearing in a white muscle shirt and his baggy plaid pajamas. He was rubbing his left eye with the back of his hand, obviously tired. After removing his hand from his eye, he blinked for a few seconds before his eyes drifted towards Izaya on the bed.
"Morning~!" Izaya sung happily as he got off the bed to hug Kasuka. His coat covered arms wrapping around my brother's waist and pulling him closer.
With his hands still at his sides, Kasuka stood there as Izaya nuzzeled his face into his brunette hair with a smile.
Fuck.
I wish I could've punched that smile off of his smug face.
"Awh Kasu-chan! Are you ok?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"I thought I might've been too rough on you last night!"
With my jaw clenched, I glared at him. Hopefully Kasuka didn't notice. But whether or not he noticed, I'm pretty sure my dislike for that flea was apparent.
"Why don't I make it up to you?" Izaya's said in a lustful tone as he reached down to grope Kasuka's rear.
The sight made me uncomfortable and shudder angrily.
Ugh.
I could've really used a cigarette.
Later on that day, Kasuka had an interview for some TV show about his newest movie. I was dragged along and unfortunately, Izaya tagged along too since he didn't want his 'Kasu-chan' to miss him too much. And sadly, my misfortune kept getting worse for I was stuck in Kasuka's dressing room watching his interview on a flatscreen.
With Izaya.
The dressing room had a mirror with vanity lights like the ones on TV, a rack of random costumes and clothing, a table with food on it, a coffee table with a flower pot on it, a couch, and a TV.
Trying my hardest to concentrate on the interview and not pay any attention to Izaya, who was throwing pieces of popcorn up in the air and catching them in his mouth, I felt something hit the side of my face. A few seconds went by and I felt something hit the side of my face again.
It was pissing me off.
After I turned my head to look at the degenerate on the couch next to me, a piece of popcorn hit me in the cheek. The flea started laughing and I felt like I was going to kill the next living thing that walked into the room.
Fuck damnit, Kasuka, of all the people in the world, you chose the one person that pisses me off the most. You chose the one who made me lose my bar tender job. Your boyfriend is the one who got me arrested. You're freaking sleeping with someone I want to throttle senselessly.
You chose Orihara freaking Izaya!
If we weren't so close, I would've been extremely disappointed in you for choosing him. But since we were close, there was nothing you could've doone to disappoint me.
"Something wrong, Shizu-chan?" Izaya asked, a devilish smile on his face.
"Yeah, you." I said before turning back to the TV.
Sticking my hands in my pockets, I turned my attention back to the TV to see hundreds of Kasuka's fans going crazy. Some of them were holding up posters, some were cheering his name and yelling incoherent things, and a few even fainted. It was pathetic, actually. Kasuka is a nice guy and all, but they knew nothing about him.
The screen then went to a shot of Kasuka talking indifferently to the bubbly hostess.
Minutes went by and Izaya continued throwing popcorn at me while humming some little song. After hearing him hum that stupid tune, I started to really hate that little melody of his. Still throwing popcorn at me, it made me wonder how much was even made. Finally he ended up running out since I no longer felt the little buttery pieces hitting my face.
Moving off the couch, I walked over towards the table with the food to grab a napkin. Standing in front of the table, I wiped the butter off of my face. I hated the feeling of butter on my cheek, it felt disgusting, really.
When I was done cleaning off my cheek, I balled up the napkin and tossed it into the trash can next to the table. Adjusting my sun glasses, I turned around to see Izaya taking the last bite of an apple.
"Aren't you hungry, Shizu-chan?"
"No. Wait, why are you eating?"
"Because I didn't have anything for breakfast yet, duh!" He said before tossing his apple core into the tash can near me.
The flea was stretched out on the couch, his head on the couch's armrest, his legs on the couch, with one knee bent.
He reached forward and grabbed the fruit closest to him, a banana. It was Kasuka's favorite fruit when we were kids. Our mom would always come home from work with some bananas for Kasuka and a large bottle of milk for me.
I smiled slightly at the memories of our child hood together. I think that was when I was my happiest. Even with Shinra always pestering me, wanting to do experiments on me, because my strength had interested him. Even now he's still fascinated with my inhuman power.
"Shizu-chan?"
Snapping me out of my moment of nostalgia, I shift my gaze from the coffee table in front of Izaya to the flea.
This is when things got awkward.
And I mean real awkward.
When I looked at him, he was in the middle of taking a bite out of his banana and boy did I take it the wrong way. It really didn't help when he decided to stick his tongue out slighlty. The way he was eating it, I could tell he was eating it suggestively on purpose.
The man enjoyed other people's discomfort.
Especially mine.
But I couldn't help myself, I couldn't take my eyes off of him. It was like my eyes were a magnet and he was metal; my eyes felt so attracted and stuck to him. I felt like a fucking pig. Like those scum I see preying on teenage girls on the street. But I'm nothing like them, right? Izaya isn't a fucking teenaged girl. He's a fucking 23 year old man who loves to mess with the minds of those around him.
As he was eating his banana, he smirked; an obvious indication that he was aware of my staring.
When he was done, I quickly looked away.
"I saw that." He said amused.
The bastard.
"Fuck you."
"Sorry, but that's Kasuka's job."
"Shut the fuck up. Don't fucking talk about my little brother that way." I growled angrily.
"Oh, I'm so scared~!" He held an expression of mock fright, it pissed me off beyond belief.
"Fuck you." Was all I was able to spit out before looking away. I couldn't keep looking at him. If I did, I'm pretty sure my hands would've start to bleed because my nails were starting to dig into my palms rather deeply.
"Now, now, how many times do I have to say it? That's Kasuka's job."
Instead of replying, I bit my lip.
Only God knows how I was able to refrain from killing him the other night on the couch.
"But you know…" He said, his voice sounding terribly closer. Looking up in Izaya's direction, I noticed he was no longer on the couch and was making his way towards me. He was missing his usual black jacket and was in a slimming dark long sleeve and pair of jeans. Looking at his body, I realized how lean he really was and the, somewhat, tight shirt showed me he had some muscle. Not a lot, but some.
Now standing a few inches from me, he began to trail one of his fingers down my chest. With the same lust filled look as the one he wore the time he licked his lips at me, he leaned his face upward towards mine and said, "I wouldn't mind banging both Heiwajima brothers, though."
As soon as those words slipped from his lips, I felt all of the rage built up in me explode. It was one thing to get with my younger brother after getting me arrested, and it sure as Hell was another thing to use him as an excuse to piss me off without having to worry about a vending machine hitting him in the face. But it was a whole nother story to hit on his boyfriend's brother.
Aka, me.
You know how I had been trying to hold all of my anger back?
Fuck.
That.
Pulling out my clenched right hand from my pocket, I brought it above and behind my head ready to swing. All the flea had done is annoy the Hell out of me. But before I was able to push my fist forwards, to punch him dead in the face, something happened.
I can't say I saw it coming.
Afterall, it was the flea. It was Orihara Izaya.
He leaned towards my face and well…
I still had trouble remembering if me getting kissed was just my imagination or reality.
Although, I really hoped it wasn't the latter.
