I DO NOT OWN DURARARA!
This chapter was kind of hard to write with all sorts of random ideas floating around in my head. Though I can't complain cause I finally finished XD
Shizuo had stopped centimeters away from the wall which he almost had rammed the door in his hands into. The weight of the flea, whom he had meant to hit with the door, was obviously missing. His lips curled in disdain, the bodyguard whirled around, ready to unleash another attack on the damned flea-
Who was crumpled on the ground yet again. Just great.
The blond tossed aside the abused door, the sound it made punctuated by a swear from Izaya.
"Your wounds didn't open up, did they?" he asked, at the smaller man's side in a manner of seconds.
"No..." the information broker muttered, scowling.
Shizuo sighed in relief, and pushed aside the voice in his head which wondered why it was a relief that Izaya wasn't bleeding again. He instead deemed hiding the troublesome, black haired man's existence from nearby tenants of higher importance.
"Huh..? Put me down..! I'm capable of getting up on my own!" Izaya protested indignantly.
"Shut it, flea, or I drop you."
Reddish brown eyes glared up at him before looking at the ground with a huff.
The bodyguard made sure to toss the smaller man as roughly as he could without breaking him or the couch. After he had retrieved the information broker's possessions and had placed the door back in its original position, Shizuo proceeded to make a phone call. He kept his unwanted house-guest in his sight.
Izaya raised an eyebrow at the watchful brown eyes focused on him before shrugging with a grin and reaching for the remote.
"Buy anything or break anything, I kill you," the blond threatened moments before the phone was answered on the other end.
"Hello, Russian Sushi! It's tasty! It's-"
"Cheap, I know, Simon."
"Oh! Shizuo! How rare for you to call for take-out!"
"You're getting food from Russian Sushi?" Izaya called over, somehow managing to eavesdrop. "Make sure to get fatty tuna~."
Shizuo scowled and gritted his teeth, "Yes. I know. Anyways, I'm busy with an infestation, so the usual for me and...some fatty tuna as well."
The black haired man grinned and then turned to face the brightly colored children's show on the screen before him.
"Fatty tuna? A lady friend?"
"No. An infestation." Eager to finish the call, Shizuo told the Russian his address.
"Shizu-chan?"
The addressed ignored the speaker and strode into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
Izaya sighed and shook his head with a slight smile. "Don't go breaking that door, too, stupid protozoan..."
It wasn't long until there was a knock upon the door.
Crash.
"Oh! Shizuo! What happened to your door!"
"Simon~ Come on in~. Don't worry about the door. Shizu-chan's probably going to fix it soon."
"Izaya?" the black man entered. "Where is Shizuo?"
"In the shower. I'm a guest at the moment."
"A guest?" Simon echoed curiously.
"Well...technically. He still hates my guts."
"Why stay here?"
Izaya shrugged, "Either Shinra bribes people well, or Erika was right. Regardless, I'd like my tuna now. Just put it on Shizu-chan's tab; he ordered after all."
"Ah! Delighted to have your business!" the large man smiled broadly and offered the box full of sushi to the seated man. "Tell Shizuo I wish him luck," Simon said as he left the apartment.
"Yes yes, of course," Izaya replied, eagerly opening the box- not unlike a child on Christmas day.
Shizuo was still drying his blond hair when he stepped out of the bathroom. He felt much more relaxed now that he had showered. That is, until a certain flea opened his overly talkative mouth.
"Shizu-chan~! Was your shower enjoyable~?"
The bodyguard merely grumbled something unintelligible under his breath as he hung his vest and bow-tie on a kitchen chair- away from the flea.
"Aww, is Shizu-chan ignoring me? I'll just have to eat his share of sushi then~."
'Just ignore it. Just ignore it. Just ig-'
"...Sushi?"
"Yeah! Simon got here when you were in the shower."
"Ah..." The blond walked over to the couch and plucked the box of sushi out of Izaya's grasp. The information broker had actually been about to eat Shizuo's own share.
The black haired man scowled momentarily before his face lit up once again with a grin. "We chatted a bit."
The bodyguard showed no signs of acknowledgement as he ate.
"Simon asked why I was staying here of all places."
He raised an eyebrow and glanced down at the smirking man. After a brief silence, Shizuo sighed, "What did you tell him?"
Not lifting his gaze from the television screen, Izaya replied offhandedly, "That Erika was right."
As the blond choked on sushi, the information broker laughed.
"Ugh...! Why the hell did you say that?"
"Because~."
"Because?" the recovered bodyguard lifted the smaller man closer by the front of his shirt.
"Why else would Shizu-chan let me stay in his apartment~?" Though the black haired man was obviously taunting him, there was a faint, curious light dancing in those reddish brown eyes.
"That's...That's because..." Shizuo fumbled, feeling his face heat up.
"That's because...?"
"Fuck.." he swore and dropped Izaya on the couch.
An "oof" was barely out of the information broker's mouth when the slamming of a door was heard throughout the apartment.
"...Don't tell me I was right..."
Yay for more chapters~! 8D
I'm trying to update quickly as you can see but I'm trying not to rush. The main reason these are probably being written so quickly is because I've been feeling like crap.
I'm also probably going to avoid using strong swears too much (probably because I find it tasteless when they are overused).
Oh, and it was really weird yet really fun to write Simon XD I'm still not quite sure...
I just started reading the manga and Shizuo's so cute~ (Or maybe I just think so cause I'm supposed to be cosplaying Izaya XD )
Back on topic and out of fangirl mode, I love reviews a lot are you guys know~! I hope to hear some feedback again ^^
Until next time~!