Here's the 2nd chappy :D
I'm sorry that I'm a very lazy human being that doesn't update much...
Sorry for grammar mistakes please don't kill me~
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Chapter 2
Shizuo had experienced many strange occurrences in his 24 years of life: dullahans, possessed red-eyed armies, maniacal doctors, etc. However, he's got to say seeing his worst enemy in a gray hoodie that labeled I Love Nekos! along with glasses perched on his nose and sprawled on the floor was definitely the strangest. Orihara Izaya, the man who tormented him for eight years, was on the ground dressed like some college nerd and cursing as he rubbed his forehead.
What. The. Fuck?!
What is the fucking flea doing?!
Then, there was silence. The two men stared at each other, both refusing to move. The clock ticked by on Izaya's wall, each tick seemingly longer than the next. Each male wore an expression of shock, although Izaya's only flitted for a second. It was as if the other male was an anomaly to both.
When Shizuo finally came back to his senses, he lunged. Grabbing Izaya by the collar, the blond lifted him from the ground. The raven grimaced at the motion proceeded to glower at the ex-bartender.
"Iiiizzzaaayyyaaa-kuuun what the hell are you doing?" Shizuo growled, glaring daggers at the other male.
And despite everything, despite everything, the fucking pest smirked.
"Why hello Shizu-chan! I see that your underdeveloped mind doesn't understand privacy~"
Shizuo tossed Izaya onto the ground, who winced in reply. The raven had refused to cry out loud. The blond's vision filled with red, pure rage radiating from his expression.
"Is this some kind off trick? What the hell are you planning?" Shizuo growled, towering over the informant.
"Minding my own business until some protozoan broke down my door!"
Shizuo just growled again and pinned Izaya to a wall.
"Don't lie to me Izaya-kuuun. Tell me what the hell you're up to!"
Then, Shizuo noticed all the anime merchandise scattered everywhere.
"And what the fuck is this junk?!"
To Shizuo's surprised, Izaya snarled at him, ruby eyes flashing with fury. The lithe male flitted to his feet, a dark aura emanating from him.
"Hah?! Don't you dare call Rukia-chan and Asuna-chan junk!" The raven proceeded to draw out his blade, which was tucked under his hoodie the entire time, "Don't you fucking dare insult them!"
When the blade nicked Shizuo on the neck, he dropped Izaya. The raven was panting, his ivory hair sticking up and his blade still pointing at Shizuo. It was rather a surprise when Shizuo didn't punch him in the face. In fact, the blond didn't even make another move. Once again, the blond was staring at him in shock, and the raven couldn't fathom why.
"What… the hell?" Shizuo muttered and turned away from Izaya. It was always the biting smirk and the tirade of insults that were thrown at him. Never, not even once, had Izaya been heated with him. Not an ounce of anger came with the mask that the raven had always worn.
But it was different this time. The louse had actually been angry with him. Izaya straightened himself and brushed some invisible dirt off him. Then, it was there again. The mask that Izaya wore was back, similarly with his trademark grin. The switchblade was once again pointed at Shizuo.
"Ah, now if you'll excuse me Shizu-chan, Hanamaru Kindergarten is airing soon, so please get out of my humble abode."
Not wanting to deal with this strange situation anymore, the ex-bartender tched and strode out of the house. But, not before adding an insult.
"You know you're pathetic, flea. And that's why I'm not killing you today."
With that, the blond turned tail and left, leaving Izaya alone with his figurines.
The honey-eyed man did not see the solemn smile that graced the raven's face. He didn't hear the words that were whispered to no one.
"You think I didn't already know, Shizu-chan."
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That night, Shizuo couldn't sleep. One couldn't blame him, though. After all, who could sleep when they saw their arch nemesis obsessing over… whatever Izaya was obsessing over? He couldn't help but think about Izaya. As much as he hated to admit it, the crimson-eyed male was stuck in his head, and Shizuo could literally hear the taunting voice teasing him.
Shizu-chan's still thinking about me? He must be in love with my magnificent self!
SHUT UP! Get outta my head!
Nearly breaking his bed, the blond bolted up. He needed a smoke. Now.
Grumbling incoherently, he got dressed in his usual bartender outfit and seized his newest cigarette pack, nearly breaking his door as well as he stalked out.
Even in the late of the night, the black rider was out and about. Shizuo was nearly done with the pack of cancer sticks when Celty approached him. The black rider was a perspective being, and could instantly tell that there was something wrong with her friend of many years.
When Shizuo heard the whinny of a horse, he looked up to Celty and nodded, acknowledging her.
Instantly, Celty materialized her PDA, typing away at lightning speed.
[What's wrong Shizuo?]
At first, Shizuo was reluctant to tell Celty. It would sound like he was obsessed with Izaya, which he definitely was not. But then again, Celty was an understanding individual.
"Tch. It's that Izaya bastard," Shizuo growled, deciding that sharing was healthier after all. "I dunno what's wrong with him, but he's all weird and stuff…"
Shizuo then proceeded to tell Celty the whole story. Celty, the good listener she was, only nodded until Shizuo was done with his rant.
[It seems like he's obsessed over anime. I've been delivering his food for sometime. He's not going outside or taking his medicine.]
"Anime?! Like the thing that girl with Kadota watches?" Shizuo pondered for a while. "What do you mean by medicine?"
Celty seemed to tense, as if debating with herself like Shizuo was earlier. Rather reluctantly, she tapped on her PDA. [Izaya's been depressed for sometime now. I guessed Shinra wouldn't tell you. I guess Japanese merchandise is his escape from reality.]
Glancing at the PDA, the black rider nodded to her friend, the moonlight reflecting off her helmet. [I think I should go. Shinra is probably waiting for me at home. See you sometime, Shizuo! :)]
With that, the dullahan hopped on her motorcycle and drove away, a neighing following her into the night.
Shizuo was left alone and confused with the silent night. Gears turned in his head, processing what Celty had just said.
The flea? Depressed?!
That was the last thing that god-awful pest who laughs at the face of the world would be. Shizuo couldn't imagine Izaya as a depressed human, stocked up with pills and taking therapeutic measures for his health. He always had that biting smirk that Shizuo was positive wasn't always a mask. He was the one who convinces innocent teenage girls to jump off buildings. A person like that couldn't be depressed. Celty had to be lying.
Right?