Chapter 3
When morning comes, everything hurts less, even if he feels worse. He has half hoped that he will wake up and realize that everything was a dream. He hasn't hoped that he will wake up in his nemesis's bed with four legs and a tail. Shizuo is sleeping peacefully next to him. His chest is naked and Izaya honestly hopes that the other is at least wearing some boxers, or something. The whole situation is ridiculous, but he can't help if his eyes are lingering a second too long; those muscles really look amazing.
Izaya tries hard to remember that regardless of everything Shizuo is still his enemy. After that, he moves; gently stands up. He will do something disgusting, just for the fun of it - he thinks. He will bite Shizuo's ear off, or lick his face. It is would be way grosser for Izaya than it would be for Shizuo, Izaya tries to find justification regardless of how slim it is.
It must be dog hormones, or instinct, or something in that line of thought – Izaya argues with himself; but, even then, he doesn't stop it. After all, Shizuo's face doesn't look any dirtier than that leftover food from the last night and he ate that. So, he stands right next to Shizuo's face and moves his tongue from the bottom of Shizuo's chin, across the mouth, to his cheek.
Shizuo moans; and it sounds so much like a weak little "Izaya" that Izaya is terrified. He jumps from the bed and he moves into the direction of the bathroom. His heart is beating like it decided to leave his body. He needs to be alone for this; both to think about everything, and do what he failed to do the last night.
He opens the door. He thanks God that he isn't a Chihuahua once again; at least he can open the door and hopefully close it. Yes, he can. That is good.
He hops on the toilet seat and thinks for a moment. Nevertheless, he quickly rules Shizuo's reaction as a part of his imagination. That must be it – he argues– nothing else; just good old I must of heard it wrong. It can happen, he thinks.
He moves a little so he is more comfortable in his seat and tries to finish his business before the beast comes after him. He regrets not having his smart phone with him. Izaya loves to read posts while doing his morning ritual, but it can't be helped.
He is almost finished when he realizes one crucial thing. He is a dog and he doesn't have hands. He looks at the toilet paper regretfully. For one moment he thinks about monster's face if he would bring it and drop it under Shizuo's feet like he did yesterday with the chopsticks. It is a good idea, and he is almost ready to go with it until he realizes that it would be humiliating; for Izaya, of course.
He hops down and looks at the toilet better. It doesn't have any modern upgrades like Izaya's own does. So, he just flushes it and moves towards a tub. A bath it is. He is already in it and he messes with the taps when the bathroom door opens with a sleepy Shizuo who says: "did you just flush the toilet? Never mind, it must be my imagination." And, Izaya would say "year right, just like it was my own imagination earlier." – But, he can't say anything and not because he is a dog and because he is unable to talk; but, because he has already decided that it really WAS Izaya's own imagination responsible for what occurred earlier in Shizuo's bed. So, Izaya looks back at the taps and tries to continue what he has started with.
He quickly thinks that Shizuo really sleeps only in his boxers, but he dismisses that thought as soon as it comes. He doesn't need to gather any more "undesirable" info right now. Right now he needs a bath.
Shizuo recognizes his efforts and helps him. He puts a plug into the tub and opens the taps for Izaya. He steps back and lowers his fingers on the hem of his boxers.
"Oi, what the fuck are you doing?" - Izaya tries to say, but the barking sound is the only thing that leaves his mouth. He can only look away, even though it is after a deliberate second of too late, as Shizuo takes the last of his clothes and he is completely naked. He pees and when the water flushes, Izaya still isn't looking up. He just sits in the hot bath and he is trying to think about anything else. The key word here is trying.
The next second Shizuo is inside in the tight space of the bath with Izaya and he really is naked. Izaya is his enemy and he really doesn't want to look; but, he still looks. He has already seen that the monster is monstrous everywhere, and he wants to look again; just to make sure that his eyes aren't deceiving him.
He shivers as a hand comes over and the cold of the shampoo is on his fur. It smells way too manly for his taste. He is more of a person who likes flowery, expensive, or woody smell. But, the hand feels nice and he relaxes. He almost forgets everything until he looks down at the clear of the water and sees more than he has bargained for. Yeah, Izaya was right before. Shizuo is really a monster in every way.
If Izaya feels like less of a man because of the fact that his own tool is smaller, he does not acknowledge it. But still, he believes that almost everyone's manly part must be smaller than Shizuo's. He shivers and stands up. He deliberately shakes his fur until the other's face is wet. He feels satisfied with that; it is like a small revenge that makes him feel better.
Wet as he is, he drops on Shizuo's bed and he thinks about going out to find his client. The sooner he is his usual charming self, the better. After all, it is a new day and he is the best informant in Tokyo; dog or not, he can do this. He tells himself that it doesn't have anything to do with a wet blonde who hasn't come out from the bathroom. He also tells himself that seeing Shizuo like this isn't affecting him, not at all. And, he tells himself that wanting to go back to his normal life is not a fighting mechanism; an instinct to run. Yet, he still sits on Shizuo's bed and waits for him.
