Pulchritudinous*
Song Influence:
Everybody Wants to Rule the World/ Clare and the Reasons (I loooove this cover!)
A/N: WOWZA. I feel like I haven't uploaded in a year or so (it's been like, what a month, tops?). Anyways, I totally lost track of which chapter this was supposed to be... so I'm just going wherever my mind takes me. Haha! Enjoy, you awesome peeps. R&R if you'd like.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN DURARARA!
Even during his rants about what he planned after reaching Valhalla, he was still beautiful in your eyes.
His crimson colored eyes danced in vivid excitement whenever you had inadvertently immersed yourself in these conversations. That look in his eyes was so… powerful? Was that the word?
As much as it caused you to shiver in your seat, it interested you.
The way he spoke so elegantly disguised the fact that he sounded completely insane and somewhere in a crevice of your mind, you believed it so. But you would never admit it and you never really felt a fear of him.
Maybe that's why he kept you around.
He had an arm around your shoulders, speaking in that hypnotic tone he always had when blathering about his wishes and desires. The two of you crossed the street; tonight was one of the few yet gratifying occasions Izaya invited you to dinner.
"Ah, just think about (Name)-chan… It will be the pinnacle of my very existence in this world. Everything I've done in my life thus far will determine my place amongst the heavens!" he exclaimed, his hand gesturing amongst the nightlife.
You smiled at him, wrapping your arms around his waist as the two of you walked, hugging him briefly before hopping up lightly to kiss him on the cheek. He didn't seem to mind the gesture. He didn't seem to mind anything at all really; you could have 'taken care of' Shizuo in cold blood and he would've been mildly amused before pouting that you had done it first. Then again, you got along with Mr. Heiwajima rather well, so 'taking care of him' deemed out of the question.
One of the things that had surprised you was that he actually smelled nice. He dressed simply all year, wearing that same jacket everyday―it was nice to see that he took your advice every now and then, including the day you suggested he buy the cologne that was "absolutely irresistible" on him.
Izaya wore one of his smug expressions, his arm now around your waist. He seemed to enjoy your company. Almost too much…
"So, where is this restaurant you were talking about, hm? We've been walking for about thirty minutes," you said calmly as the two of you walked across an intersection, a number of people turning heads at the two of you.
He grinned.
"Bored of me already, (name)-chan?"
You shook your head, wearing a gentle smile.
"I'm never bored when I'm with you," you replied, wondering what was going on through that head of his as he raised his eyebrows.
"Is that so? Well… this place isn't far off. I thought we should take a more scenic route…"
You knew he just wanted to analyze people and comment about the ones he knew.
Izaya Orihara was something else, you thought. And you had undoubtedly been correct.
"Hey, Izaya…" you began slowly, looking up at him warily. He looked down at you; was that endearment in his carmine eyes? The streetlight had turned green and cars began to go down the street again; you could hear the faint whinny of a familiar motorcycle somewhere.
"Hn? What's up?" His tone was cheery and he was smiling… or smirking. Whatever.
It was strange; you had the sudden impulse to say those three words to him. It was a normal thing; it's what couples did―yet it always made you a bit wary whenever you said it.
"C'mon, just tell me. You're making me anxious~" he teased, beginning to rub your waist with his hand. You flushed as you stopped him, causing him to laugh. "You're so easy to please, like that one time―" A sharp nudge to his stomach sent him spluttering.
"I am in absolute awe at how I am able to love someone like you," you muttered, turning away from his disappointed expression. On second thought, when did someone like Izaya Orihara ever look disappointed?
"That hurts, (name)-chan. It really does…" He began to ramble about all the times you placidly ignored him, such as now, before he figured out he had been walking ahead of you. He had stopped mid-skip, the hood of his jacket resting flat against his back; over the brim of fur, he peered back over at you. For a split second, he looked serious. But then a smirk broke over his face as he shook his head, turning around to face you. "You never told me what was wrong."
You were surprised. What was he talking about?
"What's wrong? What're you talking about?"
He was patient.
"We obviously stopped because you had something to say; well, other than saying you found it almost amazing that you could be in love with someone like me."
You didn't know what it was about him that you liked loved about him; there were so many things yet it couldn't be broken down into a list. Another thought crossed your mind: maybe everyone who has ever been 'in love' feels the same.
You can't name what it is. You can't explain it. It just… is.
People walked on by you, few avoiding walking in between you, a woman with a seemingly calm demeanor, and a man with a uniquely impish personality. Life continued, with or without you.
"(Name)-chan?" Izaya asked, hit tone leveled and genuine.
Maybe it was the other way around. Maybe it wasn't how you loved someone like him, maybe it was why he could love someone like you… a polar opposite.
"I… I was just going to say that I love you." He stared at you blankly, that stupid smirk still there. "I'm not saying that just because of what you said! I-I mean it in general."
His lanky figure soon loomed over you, his clavicles directly in your line of sight.
You opened your mouth, only to be stopped as he put a hand on top of your head.
"You're funny and... this is actually very strange to hear myself saying this, very beautiful, (Name)-chan. Not to mention," he said quietly, lowering his head with his eyes shut, planting a kiss atop your head, "you're the most interesting person I've ever met."
A blush crept its way over your calm expression; you could hear the beat of your heart, you could feel it throbbing against your chest.
He hadn't said human. He said person…
"Izaya…" you breathed, feeling his chest flush against your face.
Izaya took advantage of your frozen disposition and wrapped his arms around you delicately—
Then someone screamed and a crash assailed your ears as.
"L-Look out! It's Shizuo—!" a woman shouted, the sound of her heels on the sidewalk to your right.
"Oh shit!" a man screamed, backing away to your left.
"Looks like it's time for our date, (Name)-chan~!" Izaya exclaimed with a cheer, spinning you in his arms as he reached for your hand.
A screech accompanied by the hideous sound of metal scraping against concrete caused you to turn around, in time to see a familiar figure looming meters away, their shoulders heaving up and down; it was the bleached wildebeest himself, scraping a leather clad shoe against the street pavement.
"IZAAAYAAAA!" Shizuo growled, picking up—more like wrenching—a nearby streetlight and holding it ready like a javelin. He broke into a long run.
You turned back over to Izaya as he pulled you down the street, leading you through the frightened passerby.
"P-Please don't tell me this is apart of the date!" you spluttered, attempting to run properly in wedges.
"Of course not! it's just a bonus!"
Izaya's fear in this was overwhelmingly cavalier; he enjoyed this too much.
"YOU'RE DATING THAT FLEA?!"
A passive smile passed across your face as you stared at the black hair in front of you, glancing down briefly as his ringed hand was wrapped firmly around your hand.
Even though we're different—
This would be a fun date.
A/N: And...SCENE. Reader and Izaya do share platonic feelings for one another, although they are different. I kind of liked this one... I mean, I felt as though the energy died down a tad at the end. Thanks for reading—and those of you who are following this story, I love you all! :D
*pulchritudinous: adj. physically beautiful, comely.