Title: All The Wrong Reasons
Author: MistressKiko
Rating: M
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!

THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.

"Mirads" are my made up creatures. A more in depth description of what a mirad is will be coming in future chapters.

Shizuo's POV

"Do you want anything to eat, or something?" I asked, opening the fridge.

It was already dinner time. Our conversation from earlier had sort of died off and, true to his word, Izaya stayed out of my way and didn't bug me. In fact, he still hadn't moved from his lying position on the floor! But he hadn't eaten all day, so he must be starving.

"I don't need human food," Izaya responded.

I should have guessed.

"So what, do you have some sort of special gen-" I stopped when he glared up at me, "... mirad food or you just never eat?"

"I told you. We feed off energy."

"That... thing from earlier? That's supposed to be a food source?" I asked, uncomprehending and slightly uncomfortable with the memory. I started making myself a simple sandwich, not feeling very hungry myself.

"In a sense," Izaya replied, sitting up and crossing his legs indian-style, "So sorry if it makes you uncomfortable, but you're gonna have to let me hug you at least every now and then."

"No way," I said immediately, shaking my head. I paused when a thought hit me, "Wait, is that why you were all cuddled up to me this morning?"

"Yeeeep," Izaya dragged on, grinning, "And, you know, you're just too sexy to resist."

I stabbed my butter knife into the paper plate.

"Don't say shit like that. I'm a man."

"What, are you like homophobic?" Izaya asked with a frown.

"I'm not homophobic, I'm just not gay," I defended, throwing the butter knife into the sink.

"Mmm... well that's a waste," Izaya said, pouting. I wasn't quite sure how to respond to that, so I didn't. I simply grabbed my sandwich and walked into the living room, turning on the TV. Izaya was silent for a while, but I was only two bites in before he spoke again.

"Hey, hey, can I ask what you do for a living? 'Cause it seems sorta dangerous."

I looked up in surprise. How did he come up with-

He was looking at my arm, and I suddenly remembered the knife wound.

"Debt collector. But more of a bodyguard for a debt collector," I answered. He looked pleased.

"On the right side of the law. How righteous," Izaya said with a grin, "Age? Have a girlfriend? Did you grow up here?"

I raised an eyebrow.

"Is this twenty questions?"

"You're interesting! And I want to know a little about the man I'm going to be with for a month!" He exclaimed, and then he disappeared. I tensed, frantically looking around, wondering where he was going to pop up. Feeling the sandwich in my hand move, I looked down just in time to see him take a rather large bite out of the corner.

"What- didn't you say you couldn't have human food?" I yelled, yanking my sandwich out of his reach.

"Hmm... typical ham, cheese, and mayonnaise," he analyzed, swallowing, "I didn't say I couldn't have human food. I just don't need it."

"Well I do, so stay the fuck away from my sandwich," I warned, absentmindedly holding the sandwich closer to my body.

"Violent and possessive. Not exactly the best traits in the world, but you seem like an okay guy," he said, making me growl, "I can't believe you haven't made a legitimate wish yet."

"I don't want anything," I said, going back to eating my sandwich. He was starting to get on my nerves again. Analyzing me like that, and then labeling me? Forget him being a mirad; he was close enough to a human as far as I was concerned.

"Amazing. Usually people are wishing left and right by now. Money, drugs, food, cars, se-" He paused, casting me a quick glance before going on as if nothing happened, "and whatnot. You can't tell me you are one-hundred percent happy with life?"

"No, I can't say that, but that isn't something a few wishes will be able to fix," I responded truthfully, shoving the last of my sandwich in my mouth. He seemed surprised by my answer, and plopped himself down on the couch beside me.

"You're weird," he muttered, staring at me through narrowed eyes, as if he was trying to find something to incriminate me with.

"You are weird," I rebutted, tossing the paper plate into a nearby garbage bin and leaning back into the cushions.

Izaya grimaced.

"You're going to get blood on your couch," he warned. I sat back up, having forgotten the damn cut again. Sighing, I stood up and made my way to the bathroom.

Izaya trailed behind me.

"Does it not hurt?"

"I have a high pain tolerance," I said, turning on the faucet. I shrugged my shirt off and leaned down, cupping water and working on cleaning it. Opening the cabinet, I frowned when I grabbed hold of an empty box of band aids, "... hey, Izaya, I wish I had a band aid."

I was looking at him through the mirror as I spoke. A grin took over his lips, and then his mouth parted as he started laughing.

"A band aid. Your first wish is for a band aid," Izaya said through his laughter. He placed his hand over my cut, and said band aid materialized right in front of my eyes, hugging the cut perfectly.

"... thanks," I muttered, staring disbelievingly at the band aid that had appeared out of thin air.

This was unreal. Talking about wishes and actually seeing a wish being granted were two different things entirely.

I looked at him, the reality of what he could do fully setting in.

"How many contractors have you had?" I asked. He stopped laughing, looking confused at the sudden change of subject.

"Fifteen," he answered, shrugging.

Fifteen. That meant he was following orders for at least fifteen years.

"How old are you?"

"Mirads have no concept of age," Izaya said as we both walked back into the living room.

"No concept- then where do you come from?" I asked curiously. How do you have no concept of age? You had to know when you were born, didn't you?

"I don't even know," Izaya said, looking wistful, "I was just... there."

'There'?

That made no sense.

But none of this made sense, so I just had to go with it.

"What kind of... wishes have your contractors made in the past?" I inquired. He fidgeted at the question, looking reluctant to say anything. I almost took back my question, but he started speaking.

"I already gave you a brief list earlier. Not all of my contractors were bad, though. My fourth contractor was a really nice older guy. His wife had cancer, and he wished for her life," Izaya spoke sadly, a far-off look in his eyes, "He was the most amazing man I have ever known, and I wish I could have granted his wish."

I frowned.

"So you can't stop death," I reasoned.

"I can't do impossible wishes. Death is an inevitable thing amongst humans," Izaya explained, circling his thumbs around each other, "He had tried to keep me safe, too. He handed me down to his daughter, Mara. She was a really quiet, socially inept girl who got bullied by her colleagues at work a lot. And then one day, those colleagues thought it would be funny to ransack her desk and steal her stuff. The jewelry box was stolen, and I never saw her again."

"You can't seek out people?"

"I am confined to the space around the jewelry box. I can't stray too far from it."

It was like a prison.

I wanted to punch whoever created the mirads. If they even had a creator, seeing as even Izaya didn't know why he existed.

"That's stupid," I spat.

"Don't call me stupid," he remarked.

"I'm not calling you stupid. I'm calling the mirads' lifestyle stupid. What the hell is the point?"

Izaya's chuckle was strained.

"Well most come to enjoy the mirads' lifestyle."

I'm sure they did, pricks.

"Who is your current contractor?"

He turned to me with wide eyes, and stuttered a, "Why would you want to know?"

That frightened rabbit look was back, and I grew irritated when I figured what he was thinking.

"I don't want to take you back to him, don't worry. I'll let you stay here until the contract is over," I promised.

"I don't want to tell you," Izaya muttered, looking away. I grit my teeth together. Guess I wasn't completely trusted.

It pissed me off that he'd even think I would just shove him back against his will.

… though I did try to throw him out.

But that was before I learned anything!

"Ugh, fine, so you can't trust me," I sighed, standing up, "I'm going to bed. And you better not be cuddling up to me when I wake up."

I turned the TV off, throwing the control on the couch and making my way to my room.

"... night."

I almost faltered in step as the soft mumble just barely hit my ears. I didn't respond, and shut my door.

Tikkie and Kimitara- I am glad all the details of mirads are interesting ^^; When authors make something completely new like that, it's usually a "hit or miss" situation, so I'm so happy people like the idea =D
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