Important!
There are a couple things I need to clarify. If Izaya or Shizuo seem too out of character (OOC) it is because they are still young and even though they still have some of their usual personalities the other parts are off because of the different-ish lives, although I did make it so the other side of themselves are more like their other persona's, such as Izaya acting a bit like Psych, and Shizuo Tsugaru. I apologize for any confusion and if anyone is still perplexed, or has any suggestions please contact me.
Disclaimer: If I owned it Shizuo and Izaya would be together. I obviously don't own Durarara!
Emotions were complex, with all their intensity, controversy, and humanity. The smiles on peoples faces, the ring in their laughter, the salty tang and sting in their tears. The oppression of depression, happiness and lies. They were all things that Izaya was fascinated with in humans, they were things that he had trouble doing himself, all his emotions were masks, carefully constructed to match the the ones he saw on others. He imitated all the watered down emotions others show. Although, he wondered what it would feel like to feel something in its raw intensity, to experience something real, something that he really felt other than morbid curiosity and a like to cause inconveniences to others. He wondered if anyone saw through the masks. He wondered if anyone cared. Probably not, even he sometimes forgot what was a mask or lie and what was not. You become your lies, you become your acts, Izaya was aware of what this isolation could do to him, but he could not bring himself to care. He was where he wanted to be and all the pieces were in place.
The sky was purple-ing like a day-old bruise, and Shizuo could practically smell the rain as the purple clouds stared down angrily at them. Today was Friday and Shizuo was currently a few blocks away from the school following the suddenly fidgety Izaya, who was taking out his accursed I-pad at this moment.
-'We're almost there'-
Shizuo nodded and looked back up to the dark sky noticing out of the corner of his eye Izaya twitching with practically every step he made.
'What's freaking him out?' It wasn't like the ebony haired teen to do anything out of the sort, and this was certainly odd. About five minutes later they came to a stop in front of an innocent looking door, and with a very shaky hand Izaya grasped the doorknob and turned it very slowly almost as if to delay turning it.
The house was neat looking and had nice decorations adorning tables and the walls, the carpets were a dark beige color and the walls were a dark red that almost matched Izaya's eyes. The two couches that sat in the middle of the room were a stylish leather and all-in-all Izaya's house looked like it belonged to a vampire, or a romance novel's cheesy cover, not the house of his enemy. The pretty lady sitting on one of the said leather couches also looked like she belonged on a romance-novel cover.
'Must be his sister, I heard him talk about sisters...'
Izaya took out his tablet and wrote a quick note then played it out loud, the metallic, obviously fake voice said:
"'Good evening mother, are my sisters out?'"
At this Shizuo couldn't believe it, this lady was his mom! She looked like she was twenty!
'What the fuc-'
"Hello Izaya, yes the twins are at their friends for the weekend, I thought you could use some alone time..." She cut Shizuo's thoughts off with a huge adoring smile towards Izaya that turned sour when she saw the brunet. "Honey...Who is this." The statement was said with so much loath and poisoned malice that Shizuo was sure that he could have melted, he was even more freaked out when Izaya frantically started to type his response and played it.
"'This is my friend Shizuo, he came here to stay the night so we could work on our project. I'm going to go take a shower, okay, then I'll fix dinner." After it was finished the raven turned tail and went down the hallway supposedly to the bathroom while his mother yelled after him.
"Okay honey, but be quick, it's going to storm!"
After the statement was said, the devil/Izaya's mom turned her red stare back to Shizuo.
She stared at him with intensity equal to the sun's and studied him deeply, picking apart his soul and weighing it much like the Egyptian gods did after a person died. Her eyes were focused, but not quite there at the same time, reminding Shizuo much of his Aunt's eyes before she went crazy, the eyes of intelligence that fueled one's own demise. It scared him greatly.
'Is this why Izaya was shaking so badly earlier?'
He was broken out of his reverie when, in a sickeningly nice voice she spoke to him.
"Excuse my manners dear, I'm Izaya's mother, Namie, would you like a seat?" Shizuo nodded his head and took a seat as far away from her as he could without seeming rude.
"So, you must be the Shizuo-chan that Izaya is always talking about. The one that is 'a barbarian.'"
"Yeah, I guess that's me." Shizuo answered quickly, after his reply her smile turned into more of a smirk, a creepy deranged smirk.
"He always talks about you, it's bothering actually that he never talks about anything except school and you, and that weird Shinra kid. You're taking my time away from being with my Izaya," She paused when she heard the bathroom door opening in the hallway, "But he needs people to keep him occupied." She finished back in her sweet voice raising the tone to be slightly louder so Izaya could hear, and was watching him intently as said raven walked slowly down the hallway with his I-pad clutched tightly to his chest and water droplets slowly dribbling down his face from his still-wet hair.
"Honey, do you want to sleep in my room tonight, it's going to be thundering and storming for the next couple days and I know how much you fear storms." After that statement Izaya stopped dead in his tracks, his face flushed from embarrassment and his eyes darting around in fear, landing on Shizuo and Namie for a moment while his mouth gaped open and closed like a fish before he realized that he was mute then pulled out his contraption and typed furiously playing it as soon as he was done.
"-'No! It's okay, I'll sleep on the pull out mattress and Shizuo can sleep on my bed, right Shizu-chan'-"
Izaya's pleading eyes laded on him, showing such weakness that Shizuo was sure Izaya would cut him up after the whole ordeal was done for repayment, but Shizuo was struck, what was so terrifying about his mom, sure she was scary and it was weird to sleep in the same bed as your mom at such an age, but Shizuo could tell the difference in the stares, Izaya was genuinely scared of staying alone all night with his mother.
'I wonder why?'
Shizuo nodded his head. "Sure, I wouldn't mind sleeping in Izaya's room with him." As soon as he was done with the statement he shot Izaya a look that said 'your explaining this later' while the other relocated to the kitchen, to presumably cook dinner. After about ten seconds of sitting awkwardly on the couch near Namie, he couldn't take it anymore.
"I'm going to help Izaya with dinner." He got up and swiftly left to the kitchen.
The sound of clanging resonated in the kitchen as the duo went to work cooking up pasta with marinara sauce and a side of garlic bread, everything decked up with traditional Italian seasonings. From the looks on how things are going Shizuo concluded that Izaya was indeed a good cook and a pretty organic one as well, one look in the freezer told him everything he needed to know. Not one container of T.V. dinner was in store and the only kind of sweets lied in a quart sized bucket of organic chocolate raspberry ice cream from some form of fancy Dutch makers. This only confirmed the brunets suspicions of how wealthy Izaya's family was. Very. He wondered idly what job the raven haired teen's creepy mother had that paid her well enough to afford not only said teen's I-pad, but the furniture, the house that was in a well known distict, the flat screen T.V. That hung elegantly on the walls and the decked up kitchen with the granite counter-tops and matching appliances. She must had to be lawyer or a doctor. Perhaps she was a scientist, she seemed to have that kind of odd fascination that would lead him to believe that.
Comparing his knowledge of Izaya's house to his own shabby apartment that he shared with his family made the teen flush in embarrassment. He was suddenly glad he chose to convince Izaya to let him stay at the others house because he knew that the raven haired teen would surely make fun of his living arrangements, which would not bode well for his fiery temper. Lost in his thoughts about his family's financial status the brunet did not notice his hand straying toward the burner that was cooking the bow-tie pasta.
"Kuso!" He pulled his hand away quickly, sticking the digit's in his mouth to sate the painstaking throbbing. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Izaya's face light up in a cocky smirk replacing the surprise Shizuo was sure that there was a few moments ago from the obtrusive shout. He was brought into full attention of Izaya's face when the sound of water bouncing rapidly off of the metal sink and Izaya's warm hand grasping the wrist of his injured hand and shoving it under the cold water, only giving minor care to avoid causing the brunet pain. Meanwhile Namie's voice fluttered into the kitchen asking if everything was okay.
"Fine, I just burnt my fingers." Was the ground out reply that held the pain that he was obviously in, and trying to hide. Shizuo though, was very close to strangling the other who was looking at him with scientific curiosity which said, 'Oh? Even a monster like you can feel pain, Shizu-chan?' After that he turned the burner to a lower setting and drug him down the hallway to where he thought the bathroom was located. Once there Izaya opened the medicine and took out a tube of antiseptic cream and an ace bandage roll, taking an odd amount of care dressing his burn. As Izaya started to wrap the bandage with methodical movements and dexterity, that Shizuo began to wonder. Izaya was being fairly calm about this, it looked like maybe he did this often.
"Do you do this often?" The sound of his own voice scared him a bit when he didn't realize that he had spoken his thoughts aloud. The other teen looked surprised for a moment then a nervous cautious look shadowed his face, he pulled out his cellphone and began typing out his response, much like Celty did with her phone.
-'Mairu and Kururi often get into a lot of trouble.'-
It took a second for Shizuo to understand who he was talking about but then he realized that they must be the sisters he was talking about. Shizuo only nodded to his statement, he knew how it was to take care of younger siblings even though Kasuka was usually the one taking care of him. When he was done wrapping up the brunets hand Izaya absentmindedly leaned down and kissed the appendage, mouthing the words 'all better now' before he realized what he had done. A fiery blush spread across his cheeks, making an odd sight that Shizuo would never forget. The raven-haired teens mouth was wide open and his usually sly eyes were wide and innocent looking, after a few seconds of startled silence from the both of them Izaya groped quickly for his cell and typed hastily, shoving the message into the others face with a satisfied huff that said, 'There!'
-'I apologize for that, the twins have a thing where they never shut up and stop griping until I 'Kiss it better', I'm just so used to it I didn't think and...'- Izaya's message trailed off, making Shizuo notice that even when the other can be calm and composed when he writes he still managed to sound flustered in the explanation. Shizuo smiled a bit, it wasn't all the time that the usually fake catty playfulness was replaced by genuine emotion, it made him want to put it there more often. As soon as he realized that this was something he wanted to do the high school student decided that it was going to be his personal goal to surprise Izaya as much as possible, and to make the other show real emotion. With new-found determination Shizuo shook his head at Izaya and turned to the door, replying to Izaya who still held an oddly innocent expression.
"It's fine Flea, just don't do it again."
Ciao,
Alou
