Wow, I haven't been here since forever O_O Hehe, did you miss me? Just kidding~
So, first off, thanks to everyone who actually cares about "Hot Mess"! To tell you the truth, I haven't actually thought about the storyline myself! Haha, isn't that something to look forward to? But really, I appreciate the reviews and favorites. Means a whole lot to me.
Secondly, I'd like to apologize for missing my deadline. TAT I repeatedly told myself I'd have at least one chapter done by the first of July. ARGH. I missed it!
Disclaimer: Any chances that I own Durarara! are a million to none. A
Anyway, hope you like it and here we go!
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POV Change to Kida Masaomi
Weird how this guy's face is so familiar. Weirder how this guy's name is so familiar. I didn't know who he was...I think.
The music I heard and the lights I saw got louder and brighter. I looked around at my surroundings. Oh, we're in the crowd now. My body swayed along to the song with everyone else. This way and that. One, two.
I decided not doing anything wasn't going anywhere and copied someone's moves and style. (Well, tried is more fitting than copied, but I was dizzy, so it doesn't matter.) They were shaking their hip all wavy, like a humping dog or something. It was weird? I wondered at how that could possibly be a dance move, awkward and all, but decided I was the naive one around here and gave it a try.
"Oh, you're so cute!" Izaya exclaims, suddenly bringing me close to him. He cuts the distance that was once between us and pulls me into a tight embrace.
"What're ya doin'?" I asked in a slurred speech, my hands crawling over to his arms wrapped so squeezingly firm around me. My attempt at pulling him away was fruitless.
He pulls himself away, hands still intact with my waist. My own hands sustained their small grip on his wrists. Unawarely, he began to swing us in a left-to-right direction(s).
"Dance, won't you, Masaomi-kun~?" Izaya-san smiles. A look from his eyes told me he longs for something, but when I tried looking any further, my head continues to hurt. "Please? I'd love to watch. I'd even dance with you, if you'd like."
"Ahh, 'kay. If you say so." My speech was getting better. That's good to know.
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POV Change to none
Before dancing, he listens intently to the song for the beat. Fast-paced, fluid, and a somewhat hot song. It seemed like you had to dance intimately with someone else to match the song's pace. Luckily, the blonde had a partner. But it would be awkward, considering the fact he "didn't know" who his partner was.
Fluid, fast, and hot, he thought in his head as he swirled around on his heels. Everyone around did the same as he, who circled to face the same direction Izaya faced, back turned on him. The blonde steps rearward up towards Izaya, still shaking his hips with vigor.
Together, they flew into harmony and followed the beat. Shake here, shake there. Izaya somehow pulled them closer as they danced. The boy was oblivious to his routine, turning this way and that, the perspiration from dancing so swiftly making the heat between them grow.
He wiggles down near the man's legs, pulling himself back up by using Izaya's arms. (The man could've sworn he lost some blood from his nose just then.)
The music slowed down as it flew into a hot love kind of song.
I fell in love with shawty when I seen her on the dance floor~
She was dancing sexy, pop, pop, popping, dropping, dropping low~
Coincidentially, the drunk blonde seemed to go along with the song's lyrics, tone, and pace. He danced sexily, popping, dropping hotly towards Izaya's ankles while at the same time not falling out of step. This got the information broker pondering to where he learned to dance like this.
Never ever has a lady hit me on the first sight~
This was something special; this was just like dynamite~
Lifting himself up, Kida played around with Izaya. He held Izaya's hands and directed them to his rear. There, the information broker followed where the boy was going and slipped his fingers beneath the boy's butt pockets. They circled around the dance floor, feeling incredibly hot.
Honey got a booty like pow, pow, pow~
Honey got some boobies like wow, oh wow~
Girl you know I'm loving your, loving your style~
The two pranced over to the edge of the crowd without realizing it. Well, the blonde didn't realize it. Izaya might have been plotting something from the beginning like he always does.
Check, check, check, check, check, checking you out like-
Ooh (oooh) she got it all~
Sexy from her head to toe~
And I want it all, it all, it all~
The song faded as Izaya leaned over the blonde to whisper in his ear, "Masaomi-kun."
His voice was chilling. Kida felt a shiver go down his spine. He pulled them closer as if for warmth.
He answers with a quiet and shaky, "Hmm?"
Baby, let me love you down~
There's so many ways to love ya
Baby, I can break you down~
There's so many ways to love ya
"Where'd you learn to dance like this?"
Kida shook his hips. Obliviously and insanely near Izaya's crotch.
"Oh, I dunno...it just sorta came to me, I guess." He replies quietly, snaking his slender arms around the other's neck to try and attempt a tight, warm kind of hug.
Got me like, oh my gosh, I'm so in love~
I found you finally, it make me want to say-
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-
Oh my gosh~
"Wow, you're amazing." Izaya grins.
Kida was caught off guard. Chuckling, he raises an eyebrow and gives him a skeptical look.
"Hahaha, what are you saying now?" Kida smiles back, "It seems like this whole time you've been talking nonsense. You're joking."
"No, I'm not joking." He smirks.
By this time, they've made it to the shadowed side of the room. Not one person was seen in the back, where the music was quieter and the lights were dim. Neither, - or maybe just the blonde, - hadn't noticed the transition in setting.
Apparently, they were too engrossed with their conversation and their dance to notice the difference.
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POV Change to Kida Masaomi
Grown up
She just turned 16
Stuck in the moment
Dead in the scene
When...? When did it get this dark? Where is everybody? Izaya-san is so close to my face. When were we this close to each other? Everything was happening too quickly, making it difficult to understand what was going on.
And it's on tonight
This is the life that you wanted right
So turn off all the lights
"Nnn, I-Izaya-san," I breathed as I felt him bend his head over my neck. His own breathing tickled me.
"What is it, Masaomi-kun~?" He cooed. I shuddered.
"We're a l-little close..."
Dressed up just like a movie star
At all the parties they'll know who you are
Wouldn't it be great, to be fashionably late
So why don't you wait, 'till you're sedated
The arms I hung around him slowly retracted once I thought uncomfortable of the position we were in. But, unfortunately for me, Izaya-san had sustained the hold he had on my ass, keeping us together for however long he'd like. When he decides to let go was a time I knew wasn't soon...
"Hmm," Izaya-san had softly replied, "And you don't like how close we are."
I didn't think it was possible to get any closer than this. But if it was possible, I'd say it'd be now; especially when Izaya-san gave a slight squeeze on my rear and simultaneously kissed at the corner of my jaw.
Don't it feel like something's not right in his kiss tonight?
"Hah...hnnnnm," I huffed, "N-not necessarily...but, ugh, you are kind of invading m-my space..."
He chuckles, pecking me on my neck, "Ah, well, I'm very sorry to hear that."
The small puffs of warm air escaping his mouth caress my skin, making all ends of my hair stand up. By that time, I had wished that we wouldn't go any further. But apparently, wishing only seemed to make the opposite happen.
Yeah what I'm saying is do you, do you want to lose it all?
Cause this is more than just a dance hall drug
You can't wait to fall in love
"Hmmnnn... W-wait..." I desperately tried to pull myself together and shove him off by force, but my arms just refused to comply. In fact, my whole body felt like jello!
"Wait...!" I silently shouted, "S-stop..."
As I made my miserable attempts, Izaya-san kept on going, to my horror. He slid his hand underneath my snow-white shirt. The hand was ice cold.
All I'm saying is do you, do you want to learn to fly?
Then you should pack it up and say goodbye
Cause when the push comes to the shove
It's just a dance hall drug
"H-hnn...!"
My vision began to blur as my chest started to pound harder at me. All the emotions and thoughts I had inside my body swirled around in my head that I couldn't think.
The room felt like it was spinning...or maybe I was dizzy. I don't really know anymore. My legs wobbled as they grew weak.
Step in and you can lock the door
The candles are lit and the clothes on the floor
You could take a chance on finding romance
Now you're holding hands
But he's got other plans
"Hah...ah-I can't..." I trembled, falling onto him. "...I can't feel my legs."
"Oh~? Masaomi-kun's feeling numb already?" Izaya-san hummed in a familiar voice. "But we haven't even started yet~"
"I can't feel anything. I can't do this. Who are you?" I blabbered. At least I thought I'd blabbered, but I guess the way my lips felt too wiggly or something prevented me from saying so.
Instead of the 'Okay, you're right. We should stop.' I was hoping for, Izaya-san had just muttered to himself,
"...must have been all the liquor he drank." Or that's what I think he said.
Tick-tock, the clock is turning red
The room won't stop spinning and thoughts in your head
And it's too late
You feel like you're making a big mistake
You should've waited
Don't it feel like something's not right in his kiss tonight?
Only one thing I've got to say right now, and it's: REVIEW or no more "Hot Mess"!
The last few facts about Kida Masaomi:
His...
Interests/Hobbies: Skirt chasing
Motto: "Love is a leveler."
Next Chapter: We're moving onto Izaya with his birthday, height, and weight!
Preview: Ever since then, things had gotten out of hand for the innocent little blonde. He had fallen for one of the sickest of tricks, the worst traps. He had been captured by the one and only unique information broker, Orihara Izaya, when he was in the most impossible state to encounter him with. Being drunk and misled.
Credits to...
Usher feat. Will. - OMG
Boys Like Girls - Dance Hall Drug
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