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Author's Note: I apologize for how long this took to get out! Life is really busy when you have lessons or work 5/7 of a week. Enjoy, and you know what's coming next chapter! n_n
"So then, I told the teacher…"
Kururi chatted with Kasuka animatedly and he occasionally smiled and nodded. Izaya observed Mairu, who was eating silently and merely having fun being a standbyer. Izaya admitted that it was relaxing to watch the couple have fun together, and it temporarily took his mind off of what was in front of him.
Shizuo, with his grey v-necked tee dipping dangerously low, displaying some of his toned chest. Izaya looked back at his soup to hide his red cheeks. He was contemplating whether to start a conversation with the blonde but he was to cowardly. Didn't Shizuo already display his dislike for him already? Izaya felt incredibly bitter.
His sisters had given him such a wonderful opportunity, but he could do nothing with the current situation. He was stuck.
The sound of wooden chairs scraping backwards woke him from his daze and he snapped his head up, briefly meeting eyes with Shizuo.
Was it just his imagination, or did those amber eyes lock gazes with him for a brief moment?
Izaya's heart thumped wildly and his face felt hot.
"Iza-nii! We're going over to Kasuka's for a movie!" Mairu grinned and threw her arm over Kururi and Kasuka's shoulders.
He cleared his throat and coughed.
"Oh. Okay. Have fun." Izaya gave a silent groan. His sisters were always off and having the time of their lives while he was going nowhere, unapproachable and helpless.
Izaya wondered when it would change.
"Help me clear the dishes before you go." His mood plummeted gloomily and Izaya stacked his plates a little too vigourously.
Trying to avoid staring at Shizuo was proving to be extremely difficult, and he focused his eyes on the table with extreme concentration.
Somehow he let that Shizuo had his gaze on him, and it made his cheeks burn.
"Shizuo-san~ Can you stay and help Nii-chan clean up?" Mairu asked softly and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Shizuo start for a brief moment and softened.
"Izaya allwaayys gets grumpy whenever he has to do everything himself!" Kururi sang as she walked out of the dining room. "We cooked! This is your duty!"
To be honest, Izaya was too nervous around Shizuo to concentrate on being angry, or even plot a revenge for the next dinner.
He was scared. When had he ever felt like this before? The feeling that envelops your chest, like a warm summer breeze hugging your entire body, and creeping into your chest. He felt as if he had just run a ten kilometre marathon.
Izaya wished that it would just… stop.
"Yeah. Sure." He heard Shizuo let out a breath (Was he really frustrated of having to be alone with Izaya?) and he saw him run a hair through his blonde hair. Izaya jumped slightly when he looked at Izaya for a moment, without an expression. Then, he leaned over the table and began to collect and stack the plates. Izaya stood there, entranced by his shirt, dipping lower and granting him some view of his muscular ch-
"Are you gonna just stand there?" He wore a skeptical look.
"Yes, because I'm just going to make you do aaaalll of the work." Izaya wore a quirkish smile, completely unsure of how to act, other than his usual self.
He had never been put in these shoes before, and these shoes felt uncomfortable as hell and he wanted to toss them in the bin as soon as possible. But as long as Shizuo was around, Izaya would be put into continuously painful situations.
As the blonde leaned in dangerously close, Izaya could smell the scent of his close, a sweet musky scent mixed with some clean laundry. Izaya forced himself not to lean in completely and drink in his amazing smell. Not as if the man would let him anyways.
"You can leave them on the table and I'll take them in."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
He rolled up his sleeves and headed towards the living room. Izaya let out a breath that he didn't realize he had been holding.
The journey with the plates to the sink went as a blur as he was completely immersed in his own thoughts of Shizuo. The T.V. was turned on, and Izaya guess that the blonde had taken the liberty to turn it on himself, not that he minded. Why wasn't he returning home already?
"…just go." Izaya groaned to the sink full of soapy dishes. He scrubbed vigorously at the small white plate in his hands, even though the sauce on it was long washed off. Izaya was determined to take as long as he could, doing the simple task of washing plates.
He felt terrible for being too much of a coward of not taking advantage of this situation.
And then the small white plate slipped neatly from his fingers as he heard a voice behind him.
"You done yet?"
The shattering of the ceramic pieces jolted Izaya from his daze. Wasn't Shizuo in the living room?
His cheeks flared with embarrassment and he bent down immediately to pick up the first shard he saw, and in stupidity, he cut his finger on a broken edge.
Izaya winced and forced himself not to tremble as the crimson substance slowly dripped down his index finger.
"Hey. Are you okay?"
For a brief moment, Shizuo feared that his voice would give out his concern. His brain racked with worry when he saw the man cut himself on the edge of a broken piece of plate.
"I'm fine." Izaya turned away from the blonde and he sensed that something had changed.
Something had clicked in Izaya's mind at that moment and he was broken, not the plate. His heart, his mind, he was completely tired from keeping up a normal act.
Izaya was not normal. He was never normal, and never will be.
So he decided to drop his mask.
His mood darkened dangerously as he turned away from Shizuo.
He himself could feel the maliciousness behind his own words and he no longer wished for Shizuo to keep up his facade.
Izaya knew that he didn't care, he hated Izaya. He was tired of all the fake concern, all the fake politeness and the manners.
"Izaya, I'm gonna clean this up, go patch yourself up."
He silently began to bend down and pick up the pieces of plate with a towel from the counter. Izaya left without a word.
As Shizuo finally finished putting the last piece into the garbage, and turned to the living room.
The blonde's breath hitched as he saw the man laying on the sofa as if he were a limp doll, with the blood still oozing out of his cut. Quietly, he bent down beside Izaya and took his injured hand within his own. He observed the soft rising and falling of Izaya's chest but was interrupted with those crimson eyes fluttered open.
"Wha-"
"First aid kit. You have one at home?"
"No… No one usually gets hurt in our household so.." Izaya sat up and suddenly his expression changed into something more predatory. The blonde's mental alarm went blaring, but he couldn't move as Izaya brought his finger up to touch Shizuo's lips ever so gently like a feather. His breath hitched.
"I guess I'll just have to do this."
Dangerous. Shizuo's inner danger alert was going nuts but he couldn't force himself to move, as Izaya sat up in front of Shizuo.
He brought his own finger and licked the blood off, painfully slowly. Shizuo stared as the pink muscle worked around the owner's own finger and his cheeks flared red as he wondered what that tongue would feel against his… oh god. Izaya's eyes never left Shizuo's during the whole process.
He felt something stir in his pants and nearly half moaned, and half groaned.
"Shit."
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Whitefleur: ikr. he should feel lucky. thanks bb!
Summer-Love-Ari: mmmm many compliments, many thanks~
Kursnic: now you got it. :3
blackwingsgreeneyes: good. but i won't follow it completely so feel free to read it! (its super good)
Aihara-Yuki: GURL U READ MY MIND. I THOUGHT THE TWO WERE EXACTLY LIKE SHIZUO AND IZAYA. SADIFJS
Plushie-Sama: and all I have to say is... thank you.