Warning: mention of character death and extreme OOCness!
Recap:
"I'm so s-sorry . . . I won't l-let it h-happen again . . . please f-forgive me . . ."
"Shizu-chan . . ."
For the longest time, Izaya sat slumped against his locked office door, eyes glazed and staring at nothing, his jacket lying in his lap. In that instant, when he had seen Namie wearing it . . . something long repressed, a memory, had risen to the surface, and he had snapped for a few seconds.
The memory had begun to fade a bit over the years it spents adrift in his brain, but it was still one of the more preserved and treasured of most of them. Why he chose to preserve it when it contained mostly the monster he repeatedly claimed to hate he had no idea.
And yet it remained untainted by the scorn he felt. In fact, when it arose to the surface of his mind his entire body filled with a pleasant warm glow like the one you feel when wrapped in a blanket in front of the fire during a rainy day, or when being embraced by a loved one after a nightmare.
No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't understand that sensation. Why would the memory of someone he hated bring such . . . comfort?
Izaya's crimson orbs blinked several times before filling with fresh tears.
That's right. That was the reason. How could he forget?
It was because Shizu-chan . . . Shizu-chan wasn't . . .
Wasn't here anymore.
Images flashed across Izaya's eyelids as he sobbed quietly into the jacket. A street, a delivery truck, police cars, Shizu-chan lying broken and unmoving on a stretcher . . .
finally he couldn't take any more. "Stop it! Please . . . I don't want to remember . . . "
But he did remember.
He remembered everything. Especially the memory of warmth
Flashback
"Izayaaaaaaaa you bastaaaaaaard!" Shizu-chan's voice was followed by the heavy crash of something breaking the sidewalk into tiny pebbles. Probably another vending machine from around the school.
Seriously, where did they get the money to pay for new ones all the time? Izaya shook his head half-bewildered and half-scolding. He had Shizu-chan on his heels again; this was NOT the time to think about useless things.
Speaking of Shizu-chan . . .
Yet another metal thing flew inches past his head. A breeze ruffled short raven locks as it whooshed past. Shizu-chan growled slightly and picked up speed as Izaya rounded another corner. Why the hell was he being so persistent? He hadn't even done anything! Not unless you count snatching the stupid protozoan's scarf while he was napping.
"Get back here, Izayaaaaa!" Ah, that was it. The scarf must be a gift from his kid brother, otherwise he wouldn't be making such a damn racket over something so insignificant.
A strong hand clamped down on the end of his school jacket and yanked him backwards into a muscular chest which earned a startled yelp from him. He peeked sideways over his shoulder to see shizu-chan grinning at him in triumph.
"Caught you, ya damn flea."
Izaya's face melted into a rare pout as he looked up at his momentary captor.
"Yes, yes hurray for Shizu-chan for catching me one out of a million times just for a scarf. Now if you don't mind letting me go . . ." He twisted a bit only to have Shizu-chan's arms come up to his shoulders and spin him around to face him. For some unknown reason Izaya felt a rush a heat enter his cheeks at the action. His usually handsome face was twisted into a scowl and- wait, handsome? Ok, where the hell did THAT come from? There was definatley something wrong with him.
"Not until you tell me why you took just a scarf, ya flea." the pout turned into a smirk in a split second.
"What's this now? Does the protozoan expect favors from me now? After one lucky catch? That's not how it works at all." And with that he slid out of his blazer and trotted away, leaving Shizu-chan standing there holding an empty jacket
Minor time skip because I can
Izaya's eyes scanned the snowy landscape outisde the school as he sat in the entryway, rubbing his arms to try and get a bit warmer. This was not helping, though. A rouge breeze blew through the cracks of the door, making him shiver violently.
"Damn it, why did I leave my jacket like that? And the scarf was on my shoulders. Why did the damn protozoan distract me like tha-"
"Flea?" Izaya nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Shizu-chan's voice next to him. He had his and Izaya's blazer slung over his shoulder and the scarf hanging loosely around his neck. His head was tilted slightly to the side. Like a curious puppy Izayathought. But then he remembered it was Shizu-chan next to him.
"y-yes?" damn, the cold was making him shiver too much.
"why are you still here? classes ended half an hour ago."
"wh-why are y-you st-still here, th-then?" Shizu-chan blinked a few times and then answered a bit uncertainly.
"I had cleanup duty today." he leaned in a bit closer to study Izaya, and said person took the opportunity to snatch at his jacket. Startled, Shizu-chan jerked out of his reach just as a sigh of frustration escaped Izaya. He cocked his head again looking first at the jacket then at the violently shivering form in front of him.
"Are you . . . do you get . . . cold really easy?" For a few seconds Izaya froze, trying to form a retaliation. But he couldn't. Instead he lowered his gaze and nodded slowly. The next few seconds were absolute confusion. Shizu-chan sighed and wrapped both jackets around his slim shoulders, also putting the scarf around his neck. Even more surprising still he pulled Izaya to his side and kept him there with a firm hand on his waist. The same warm rush found its way up to his cheeks
"Wh-what are you-"
"Shut up." Izaya turned a bit to see that Shizu-chan was looking away from him, his own face a bright red. Both of them stepped out into the sidewalk in front of the school.
"Just tell me where you live and I'll get you there. But just this once!" Izaya blinked several times before he registered what Shizu-chan had said, and this time his entire body filled with a rush of heat.
"O-okay."
More time skip. I'm so creative! (^・ω・^)
By the time they reached Izaya's apartment, he was nearly totally asleep. so Shizu-chan guided him inside and layed him on the bed. Or, tried to. Izaya was still shivering quite violently, even covered in two jackets and a scarf.
"Geez, you really do get cold easy, don't ya flea?" Shizu-chan sighed again and clambered into the bed next to his so-called mortal enemy, his arms wrapping around the slim figure, one hand rising to gently stroke at the raven hair.
"This is a one-time thing, flea, so don't get used to it." In response, Izaya nestled closer to him, closeer to the deep, thrumming heartbeat that seemed like a distant lullaby. The last thing his concious mind thought before the bliss of sleep took him was:
He's . . . warm . . .
Kuro-san: . . . there are no words to describe the amount of fluffy shit there is in this. Anyway, so sorry for the late update, but I have summer schoolwork, which just SUCKS. please r & r
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