Title: Game Over
Summary: AU He kept his gaze on the man standing in his living room. "Kida, take Mikado-chan to your room. I need to talk to his brother." "Game over, Shizu-chan." "This isn't a game, Izaya-kun." Shizaya KidaMikado
Chapter 3: Unexpected Kiss
Izaya closed and locked the door to their house as his siblings settled into the couch a couple rooms away. "Uwaah! I'm so stuffed! How about you, Kuru-nee?" Mairu spoke, bouncing on the cushion beside the quiet girl. Kururi watched her sister to the side and nodded, patting her stomach. The high school student sat across from his sisters, smiling at the sight. "Thanks for bringing us out, Izaya. Was it for any special occasion?" The boy asked, looking up at the man situating himself in the armchair. The informant shrugged. "No reason. I had some extra time after work today and we haven't gone out as a whole family in so long," he laughed. "And you're welcome, my little Mika-chan." Mikado's lips twitched at the name but stood from his seat. "Movie...," a small voice interrupted his movements. Kururi looked up expectantly at the boy. He blinked questioningly then looked to the man of the house. "Movie," he repeated for the girl, imitating her expression. Mairu soon joined in, jumping on Mikado's back and staring intently at the informant. Izaya's eyes narrowed and the corner of his lips twitched as he watched his siblings. The family soon had a stare-off resulting in the girls' running off to pick a horror film from the shelves.
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A dark haired man waved at two blondes in a lit doorway, climbing into his car and driving off. The two retreated into their home as the vehicle moved away from the curb. "What happened, Nii-san? Why did that man kiss you? I thought you hated each other," Kida spoke, flopping his body on the couch, effectively taking up all available space on the furniture. The taller blonde scowled and opened up a window, sitting on its sill. "It was an accident, Kida," he mumbled, lighting a cigarette and blowing smoke out the window. "Let it go. I'm going to kill that bastard anyway." The shorter blonde shrugged, standing up from the couch and stretching. "Whatever makes you happy, Shizuo. I'm going to shower first," he said, dismissing their short conversation with a flick of his wrist. The bodyguard simply turned back to the smoke flowing into the night air, thoughts going back to the warm touch of the informant's mouth against his. It didn't feel bad or disgusting like he had originally thought. It almost seemed as though that mouth, the one that spat out incessant sarcastic and teasing remarks, fit perfectly against his. He woke from his thoughts as a piece of hot ash landed on his palm. He smiled to himself, perhaps it wouldn't be too bad to experiment with the flea.
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Mikado padded through the hallways in search for something to do. It was past midnight and the boy couldn't sleep; Kida's last words from that afternoon rang in his ears. The Raira student spotted a light in his brother's room at the end of the hall. He rapped his knuckles lightly against the thin wood door and opened it as he heard a low "Come in." from Izaya. The older male looked up at his brother. He lowered his reading glasses and gestured for Mikado to sit across from him. "Chess," he asked. The boy nodded and brought his knees to his chest on the small armchair. Izaya placed a small glass chessboard with matching pieces on the ottoman between them. Before the younger male knocked, Izaya had been in lost in thought and slight embarrassment of his actions in the afternoon. Why had he not made a smart remark at the bodyguard? Why had he run away like that? Why did the contact feel so...natural? Before the man could think any further, Mikado's knock relieved him of more questions that would surely confuse the informant.
Izaya moved a piece with a soft click and leaned back, watching the body language of the adolescent. "Did you have a nightmare, Mika-chan? Is something bothering you?" Mikado looked up from the board and pursed his lips in a firm line. "No nightmare. It's just...Kida said something to me before we left." Izaya frowned and moved another piece. "Was it bad? Do we need to send some gangs after him?" The boy looked at Izaya incredulously "No, why would you think that? He just...said he liked me," he trailed off, taking one of Izaya's ponds. "Well, do you like him back," the older male mumbled. "I'm not good with these things, Mika-chan. I can't help you all that much. You'll either have to talk to Shinra or just wing it. You're an Orihara; use some of our mischief and trickery," he laughed half-halfheartedly. Mikado shrugged and placed his chin on his knees, taking another of Izaya's pieces. "Thanks, I think. What about you? Why'd you run away? Oriharas don't run from fights," the boy chuckled. Izaya frowned at the board, bring his eyes up to the younger, much kinder version of himself. "Nothing you need to worry about. Checkmate, Mika-chan," he laughed. The raven haired adolescent looked down, then back up to his brother. "H-how...You cheated," he accused, standing up and walking to the door to go back to bed. "Your eyes weren't on the end result, my sweet Mikado. Do everything in life as if it were a game or battle. Don't ever let your guard too far down," he trailed off, fiddling with his king. "Or else...it's game over," he said to himself,clenching the piece in his hand and narrowing his eyes at it.
The weekend had been uneventful. Anri had called in sick and apologized she wouldn't be able to make it to their usual hang out spot. Both boys were slightly relieved as they felt seeing each other after those three simple words would make their time together tense. Kida figured they'd be back to normal after the weekend when they were back at school.
"Anri-chan! Are you feeling better? My heart tore when I heard that you had fallen ill! If you had permitted, I would've rushed over to nurse you back to health," Kida called across the rooftop as he spotted his friends during lunch. The girl blushed and nodded. "I'm feeling much better, thank you. It was only food poisoning," she spoke quietly. The blonde grabbed her hand and knelt in front of her, "I shall taste your food from now on so my dear sweet Anri-chan would not have to go through such pain ever again." Said girl laughed and took her hand from his. "That's quite alright, Kida-kun." The boy smiled after getting a true laugh from her and sat on the bench across from the two dark haired teens. Anri fidgeted at the silence and turned to Mikado. "I heard about the fight after I left. Neither of you were hurt, right?" The raven haired boy smiled and shook his head. "No one was hurt." The girl smiled in relief. "I was wondering," she started, looking at the two boys. "Why do you two have different last names than your brothers? Ah, you don't have to answer if you don't want to," she added softly.
Mikado shrugged, taking a bite of his bread. "I run an internet based group. When it got out of hand and the members began to argue with a certain gang, I had to stop them somehow. The members eventually discovered my name so I had to change it." Anri's eyes widened causing her glasses to slip a bit down her nose. She quickly pushed it up and recovered. "I didn't know Mikado-kun was a gang leader," she said quietly so as not to attract attention. It was then the boy's turn to be taken aback. "Ah, I wasn't originally a gang leader. My members made it into one." Kida smiled and pat the boy on the back. "My Mikado growing up to be so strong," he exclaimed causing the boy to blush deeply at the contact. "What about you Kida-kun; why is yours different?" Kida wiggled his index finger in a scolding fashion. "Nuh-uh, tell us your original name first," he laughed. Mikado frowned and sighed, uttering his birth name. "Orihara Tanaka." Anri giggled. "I like this name better. Tanaka makes you sound like an old man." The boys watched Anri's reaction, glad she was laughing so much today. The girl turned to Kida. "Now your turn, Kida-kun."
Kida tapped his chin and hummed. "But it's so boring; it's similar to Tanaka here," he laughed receiving a juice-box to the face. "Alright, alright. My name was Heiwajima Bakyura. I was the leader of Yellow Scarves before I disbanded it. I didn't want past enemies finding me so my brothers helped me bleach my hair and change my name. Simple, ne?" Mikado smiled. "Yeah, that's boring," he joked patting Kida on the back as well. Anri frowned. "You two have had such interesting lives. I feel so bland," she mumbled. Kida bounced up, "That's not true, Anri-chan. In reality, we've had the most normal lives anyone could ever have. You, however, your family is," he paused think of a suitable word. "Is just so amazing! Your sisters, you, all carry yourselves so well and have wonderful powers. Anri-chan, you're the most interesting out of all of us," he smiled making it contagious as both the dark haired teens grinned along with him. "Kida-kun, you're not supposed to mention anything about our abilities. If Celty found out, she'd kill you," the girl mentioned eerily as they walked back to class.
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Izaya sat, slumped over his desk, playing with a chess piece, lining it up with others to simply knock over like dominoes. He laid his head on his arm, letting his hand hang off the front of his desk. His fingertips lightly touched the warm skin of his lips; he could still feel the warmth of that accidental kiss of theirs. "Why am I thinking about this so much? I've kissed so many others before...done so many things with others before. Why is that brute...why does he keep coming up," the informant mumbled as he ran his fingers over his mouth. He logged onto his computer to get some work done before leaving for an event later that night.
After three hours of non-stop reading and signing of papers, the man stood from his chair and stretched. He picked up his phone, calling Mikado to tell him that he would be late in coming home and to eat dinner on their own. He waved his assistant goodbye over his shoulder as he heard her pack her things. The man entered his spare bedroom in the office and stared at the garment laid out on the bed. Izaya took the dark red dress from the hanger holding it up to the light. "Oh, the things I do for just a bit of information," he mumbled to himself. The man walked over to the full length mirror and held the dress up to his thin body. "It's a good thing I have such a great figure," he laughed. He looked to the side of the bed and sighed when he saw a pair of heels placed next to a shoulder length black wig on a stand. "Mairu...I should not have asked you to dress me tonight," he mumbled, picking up the heels with two fingers. The informant quickly stripped and slipped into the shimmering, satin, maroon dress. He ran to the bathroom to put on a light layer of nude colored gloss and a silver chained pair of earrings. He took off his signature rings and replaced them with a platinum snake coiling around his finger. He carefully put on the shoes and wig, grabbing his phone, knife, and wallet and shoved them in a small black clutch bag. Izaya grabbed a thin black jacket as he walked down to the lobby after checking his reflection. A party he was supposed to attend was to be held in the ballroom of a nearby hotel. He figured walking there in his dress and heels would be a pain, so he hailed a cab.
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Shizuo hung up the phone and tucked it into his suit pocket. He stood at the front of a large elaborately designed door to a ballroom. His employer verified his location and wished him a good evening. Tom had some paperwork to do and asked Shizuo to go to a party in his stead. He said to have some fun, relax, drink, and don't get angry. The bodyguard figured that would be pretty easy seeing as he didn't know anyone. He'd take it like a small vacation, some time to think about certain feelings about a certain flea.
The informant had finished his business at the party; getting the information he needed was easier than he expected. His target for the night really was a pervert and would say anything the beautiful maiden before him wanted. Izaya felt disgusted and violated when the man had grabbed his butt and promptly left as he now had the information he wanted. The man walked over to the bar to get a drink and grinned as he spotted a familiar body structure. Izaya walked up to the bleach blonde in the crisp black suit and took a sip of his alcoholic beverage. "Ara, Shizu-chan. I didn't know you came to these things," he voiced. Shizuo turned around and choked on the bit of champagne in his mouth. He wiped the drops away from his lip with a napkin and stared at the man before him. "I-Izaya? The fuck? Why are you in a dress? Don't tell me; you get off on these sorts of things."
Izaya frowned playing with the sash connected to his left middle finger. He put down his glass beside the bodyguard's and discreetly pulled the dress down a bit as it hiked up when he walked. "You don't like it? I was sure you'd love me even more if you saw me in such a state," he joked, ignoring the tight feeling in his chest. "Or perhaps, you like the masculine side of me more." Shizuo looked the man up and down trying to figure out why he was in such an outfit; he even shaved his legs. Seeing the blonde's reaction caused the informant to let out a short laugh. "No, I don't have breasts, Shizu-chan. See?" Izaya pulled down the top of his dress slightly to reveal padding. Narrowing his eyes, Shizuo took in Izaya's image once more, but his eyes seemed to fall back to the exposed shoulder and back.
He quickly grabbed the informant's hand and dragged the man out and into the streets, pressing him into the wall of an alley. Izaya winced as he felt the cold brick wall hit his heated skin. He laughed, looking up at the man. "I didn't know you liked me that much. I would-" "Shut up." Izaya shut his mouth, staring into the coffee brown eyes. He pressed his lips in a line but said nothing. The bodyguard had one hand against the wall next to the informant's head and the other pinching the space between his eyes as his brows furrowed. He eventually looked up at dark haired man, eyes falling to his pursed lips. Izaya watched him, questioning himself why he had not simply fought the man now that they were away from public eye. Shizuo leaned closer to Izaya, mouth hovering above the other man's. Izaya could feel the warm breath of the man as they breathed. He couldn't help but gasp as Shizuo captured Izaya's lips in a soft kiss. The blonde raised his hand to grab the back of Izaya's neck, stroking his jaw with his thumb hesitantly. As he felt the pressure to his jaw, Izaya brought his hands up to push lightly at Shizuo's firm chest. The bodyguard refused to pull away, bringing the thin body closer to his. Izaya made a sound of protest but reluctantly let the other slide his tongue beyond his lips to battle with his own. They pulled away for air leaving Izaya leaning against the wall and Shizuo pressing his forearm above the informant's head. Izaya glared at the man. "That," he paused, still taking in breaths. "was uncalled for."
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