Chapter 3 - Island Fever
BYR:
*furiously typing* Must…upload…chapter…. *hits upload button* now I can die in peace… XP hope ya like it
"Shit... I'm lost..."
The informant hissed as he pushed away another large leaf, trying to find his way back to camp. After last night's quarrel, Izaya had decided that he didn't need the protozoan at all.
"I can take care of myself! To hell with him! Watch, he'll be running back to me when he realizes how helpless he is."
Yeah, so much for that claim. Alone in the dense jungle, the informant couldn't help that he was being watched by someone. Or something. Trying to shake off the uncomfortable feeling, he began clawing through bushes and vines. He wasn't really sure why he'd decided to go out exploring the island; some gut feeling told him that it was a good idea.
"Stupid jungle, stupid plants, stupid trees, stupid humidity, stupid sun, stupid gut feeling, stupid Shizu-chan! Stupid stupid stupid! I hate this!"
Screaming at the top of his lungs to the sky, he saw flocks of birds take off after being startled by his outburst. Frowning at their freedom, he secretly wished that he was a bird so he could fly away from this miserable place. Grumbling to himself, Izaya kept moving, hoping to find some sort of food source. He was used to not eating much, but it had almost been 24 hours since his last meal, and his stomach was crying for something to satisfy its hunger. As he walked on, he thought of what the blonde had said to him last night before he ran off. ("I saved you.")
"And why would you do that... Why would you save someone you hate? You could've left me to drown and never have to worry about me again. So why? Stupid protozoan... Always so unpredictable..."
Stopping at a tall tree that created shade, the brunet sat against the truck and sighed heavily. The sun was high in the sky, indicating that it was around noon, and the black clothes he was wearing didn't help. Good thing he left his jacket at the beach, otherwise he would be drenched in sweat by now. Gazing lazily at the leaves that danced in the wind, Izaya closed his eyes as he left a cool breeze sweep through his face.
"You know, if I wasn't stuck on this god forsaken place with a monster on the loose, I would actually be enjoying this."
Slowly, the informant's body fell into the trance of the island fever and he fell asleep at the base of the tree.
{Somewhere Else on the Island...}
"Tch, stupid jungle."
Shizuo was easily pushing away all the greenery that was blocking his way as he pressed on into the heart of the island. After storming out on the flea last night, he walked as long and as far as he could until he collapsed from sheer exhaustion. He'd woken up in a startle the next morning, looking around for the brunet before recollecting what happened the night before.
"To think I'm worried about that annoying eskimo. He could die he for all I care! Save me the trouble of dragging his ass home and killing him there. At least no witnesses will be around if I killed him here... But… that kiss… Why is it that I want more…? I must have hit my head when we crashed…"
Coming to an enormous tree, he looked up at the many branches that stretched out, providing shade from the burning sun. Tried and sweaty, the blonde sat with his back to the bark and looked around. (Wonder what that flea's doing right now... Bet he wouldn't even set one foot in a place like this. He's such a freakin' baby after all.) A sound suddenly brought Shizuo out of his thoughts as he scanned around trying to find the source of the noise. It sounded like voices as he closed his eyes to concentrate. And it seemed familiar somehow, and close too.
"Maybe there are others here too..."
Standing, he began walking around the base of the tree and paused when he heard something that sounded like yelling.
"I hate this!"
"No way… that sounded like the flea…. He's actually here?"
Cautiously moving around the base of the tree, he saw Izaya sitting down at the base and close his eyes. Amused at how the brunet was suffering from all this, he inched towards the male.
"Sounds like you're having a blast."
"Huh?"
Opening his eyes, the informant glanced towards the direction the voice came from and saw an amused expression on Shizuo's face. Pissed for being seen as a weakling and for allowing such a person to see him in this state, Izaya pushed himself off the dirt floor and began walking away without saying a word.
"What? You're not going to talk to me now?"
Eyeing the brunet's back, Shizuo was prepared for some sort of sharp object to come hurling towards him. But all Izaya did was stroll away, furthering the distance between them and not turning back. He became angry for being ignored by the flea and stalked after him, roughly grabbing his back collar before spinning him around and pinning him against a tree.
"I don't like being ignored, I-za-ya."
An apathetic, solemn mask was on his face as the informant stared into those chocolate colored eyes. That same angry, pissed, deadly look was on Shizuo's face, the same look he always received from him; nothing more, nothing less. It was being to become boring to see and their fights weren't as entertaining as they used to be. Even in an entirely new terrain, Izaya felt no spark of excitement in his veins anymore. That's why he wanted to leave Ikebukuro for a while, so he could miss those spurs of thrill. But now that the cause of his boredom was here with him, he couldn't help but feel tired and weary.
"What? Got nothing to say anymore?"
"There's nothing to say. The dialogue is the same every, single, time. I say that I hate you. You say that you'll kill me. We fight, destroy things, and in the end I always win. You bore me Shizu-chan. There's nothing fascinating about you anymore. I've grown old of you."
Not knowing why, but Shizuo felt offended by that comment. Not by the fact that the brunet had lost interest in him, but because of how he said it, in such a clam fashion. No smirk on his mouth, no sarcasm found in his tone, nothing; like he'd really relinquished all interest in him. Saddened by this, Shizuo's face softened as he loosened his grip on the black shirt and stepped backwards. All his life, his main objective was to kill this man in front of him. Because this flea always tortured him and send trouble his way for his own satisfaction. Now…now that Izaya had no purpose in playing with him, what would he do? His life was consumed with hatred aimed at the informant, longing to end their games of chase, but not like this. This wasn't how he'd planned for it to end.
"Izaya…"
His voice was shaky, like he was restraining the tears to fall. He didn't know why he felt like crying; he should be happy about this right? A brow rose on Izaya's face as he stared at the blonde. Seeing the distraught male like this, it astonished him.
"Shizu-chan... I-"
But he wasn't allowed to finish his sentence. Pulled by Shizuo, Izaya was met face to face with the blonde, their lips just centimeters apart. Wrapping his arms around the thin waist, Shizuo pressed the brunet closer, hiding his face in the other male's shoulder. His body was trembling, his hand seizing a wad of the shirt in his hands. (Why? Why am I feeling like this? I should be happy that he'll be out of my life now! All this anger would disappear… So why am i…why am I like this?) Trying to make sense of all the confusion, Shizuo did something that he thought would solve his problem. Cupping the informant's face, he gently tilted it and kissed Izaya. Dark ruby eyes widened by this act as Izaya tried his best to push away. He didn't want anything to do with this man anymore. But this kiss, it was like drugs. The kiss on the plane before allowed him to get a taste of the blonde and now, it seemed like an addiction. His mind reeled as he parted his lips, inviting the blonde into his dark caverns, exploring every inch until he was satisfied. Moans and small whimpers escaped from the brunet's throat as he slithered his arms around Shizuo's neck, pulling him down deeper into his mouth. Lustful kisses were exchanged between to the two as they gasped for air every split second they parted. Whispers of hunger were heard as Izaya begged greedily for more, enticing the blonde to do much more than kissing to him. But all of it suddenly stopped when Shizuo pulled away yet again. Trying to calm his rapid breathing, Izaya frowned at the blonde in dismay.
"Do you plan to do that every time?"
"That- I- It was-"
Shizuo's face was completely flustered as he covered his mouth with his hand, mentally cursing himself for indulging in such an act as to kiss the flea. And again for the matter! He just lost control and there was a sudden desire to kiss the brunet.
"D-don't expect it to happen again!"
"Hmp, like I was expecting it to happen a second time around…*sigh* as always, you're as unpredicting as ever… "
He smiled softly at the embarrassed blonde, a small laugh erupting in his throat drawing Shizuo's attention back at him.
"W-what! Don't laugh at me!"
"I'm not~ I just had an idea, but it would never work."
"Idea?"
"To make myself interested in you again~ But like I said, it unreal so there's no bother in testing it."
"W…What is it…?"
"Well~…"
Stepping up close to the blonde, Izaya looked up into those curious eyes and smiled.
"I could fall in love with you~"
"What?"
"Hahaha! Like I said, impossible to happen! So I guess I'll just leave things the way they are. Life will sure get boring, but I can always find some new things to entertain me."
A hurt expression appeared on the blonde's face, but faded before Izaya saw it as Shizuo turned away.
"Whatever. Better if you leave me alone anyway flea..."
"I thought you might say that…"
"Come on, we need to find food if we want to survive. Let's go."
Following the blonde like a lost puppy, Izaya sulked as he kept his eyes at the mossy ground. (So…he really does hate me… And I thought I could make him jealous or something if I pretended if I lost interest in him… What a fool I was… Of course he would be happy. But then again…why did he kiss me? This is all too confusing! I need to get off this piece of rock! Stupid island fever…) Izaya's thought was interrupted when he ran straight into the blonde's back, making him stumble backwards and scowl at him.
"Geez, give me a warning next time will ya?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Huh? What are you talkin-"
"It doesn't matter if you lost interest in me, I'm still going to kill you flea. No matter where you go or hide, I'll find you."
And with that begin said, he continued walking. Left dumbfounded at the sudden remark, Izaya shrugged his shoulders and went on walking. (Dammit… That's not I wanted to say! Why must I always say that I want to kill him? Damn flea… Making me jealous… I swear, if we get out of this alive I'll kill whoever he treats like he treated me! He belongs to me! I'm the one that's gonna kill him! So I'm the only one who deserves his attention!) Grumbling to himself, the selfish blonde began walking faster until he stopped a fruit tree just a few feet away.
"Look! Food~ Food! We found food Shizu-chan~"
Happiness was expressed on Izaya's face and he looked over to the blonde, smiling like a child about to get ice cream. (Dammit! Why does he have to make such a cute face? Has he ever smiled like that to anyone else? I know that he's never smiled at me before, unless you count evil smirks as smiles... Why am I suddenly wanting him? Is it because he moved on with me? Is that it? Why is it that I see him so differently now? He looks so cute… Shit…) Shaking away his thoughts, the two males began gathering fruits and walked back to camp. Tired and covered in sweat, Izaya stripped out of his shirt, causing Shizuo to blush and stare and the beautiful body.
"Shizu-chan, you have a pervy look on your face. Like what you see?~"
"Ehh? N-no! Shuddup!"
"Hahaha~ So innocent~"
Lying down in the shade, the brunet decided to take a nap as he closed his eyes and crossed his arms behind his head to use as a pillow. Left exposed and welcoming, Shizuo had a devious idea pop into his mind. Grabbing and orange from the fruit pile, he stood over the informant and squeezed the fruit until the liquid inside drained all over the brunet's chest.
"Aha! What the hell are you doing?"
"You ask too much questions. Just shut up already."
Shizuo had kneeled down over Izaya's body, grabbing the brunet's waist. Izaya had propped himself up on his elbows as he glanced down where the blonde's head was.
"Shizu-chan what are you-Ahha~ Haaa~…"
Shizuo had flicked his tongue on the pale stomach, lick off the sweet juices from the fruit, sucking and leaving marks on the glistening skin. Sucking teasingly on the navel made Izaya sucking in a quick breath as he threw his head back, shutting his eyes.
"Sh-Shizuahhhh~ St-Stop this…."
"Ha, why? You seem to be enjoying yourself."
"D-damn you… I'll kill youahhh~"
Shizuo was circling the informant's belly button, in return Izaya was letting gasps and lustfilled moans be heard. The teasing was beginning to turn on the brunet as he tried to wiggle out of the blonde's hold.
"Shizuo! Stop it! I mean it!"
"Tch! "
Pushing the brunet back on the sandy floor, he turned Izaya's head to one side and bit down on his neck. A cluster of pants and screams came from the informant's mouth as he clutched the broad shoulders to suppress his pain. Licking in circles around the wound his made, Shizuo smirked as he got off from on top of the brunet and glared down at him.
"Don't go running off to some other bastards, got it?"
Walking away, he sighed as he face palmed himself in the forehead, mumbling curses under his breath. (Dammit…I'm losing control over my own body… Shit…)Disproving his lack of control, Shizuo sighed heavily as he looked out into the horizon.
"Tch! Must be this damn island fever…"
A/N:
Yeah this was kinda scattered all around, sorry about that. I've had a lot of things to do and stuff so I wasn't fully in the zone when I typed this. Sorry if it doesnt flow that great. The next chapter will hopefully be better~