[ CHAPTER 6 ]
[ DIFFERENCES ]
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Warning: This fan fic will contain mature yaoi in future, so if you don't like it then don't read it and turn your attention somewhere else.
It was the end of the school day on a Wednesday, and the 17 year old Shizuo was not much looking forward to spending yet another afternoon in Izaya's company. As the rest of their classmates cleared out the classroom, the two rivals hung behind and remained seated. The two had gotten used to the routine by now: after a short lecture and warning against misbehavior from their teacher, he left the room and closed the sliding door behind him, leaving the two teenagers alone. Most of the times they had been there, Izaya had gotten up and disappeared up until there was 20 minutes more for them to stay, and then he would return.
The darker haired boy sighed, and stood up gradually before sauntering slowly over to the window he sat next to. The blonde eyed his back suspiciously, as he watched his rival watch other people. Shizuo expected Izaya to leave the class then, as he normally did. But he did not.
"Enjoying the view of my ass, Shizu-chan?" Izaya said to the window, and it didn't take much effort to hear the smirk on his lips. Shizuo averted his gaze toward the blackboard at the front of the classroom.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." He replied in a low and aggressive snarl, tensing a pencil between two fingers and threatening to snap it in two. Izaya just chuckled quietly before he turned around partially so that he could look at the face of his enemy.
"You know, Shizu-chan. You've got so much anger pent up inside you that I can't help but feel saintly for becoming the one person you can focus it all onto." The troublemaker said quietly, his trademark grin proving apparent on his simple yet defined features. The blonde turned his head to look at the other boy then, and they scrutinized each other's faces for what felt like a few minutes.
"I can't stand you, Izaya." Shizuo said bluntly, his eyes darting between Izaya's. The smaller boy laughed loudly.
"I know you can't; and I can't stand you either. But did you ever stop to think that perhaps we were meant to be this way?" Izaya said ponderously, taking a casual step towards Shizuo's desk. Shizuo was too busy processing what his rival had said to be concerned about his movements.
"What do you mean?" Shizuo asked quietly, and Izaya grinned widely as though he had obtained just the response he wanted.
"Did you ever stop to think that we're like…yin and yang? Black and white, sun and moon, boys and girls. That we're meant to hate each other and yet, not be able to exist without each other?" Izaya said, keeping constant eye contact with Shizuo throughout his entire speech. He was now directly in front of the blonde's desk, leaning against the desk behind him. The taller man stared at him bewilderedly the whole time, not quite understanding what he was trying to get at.
In retrospect, Izaya here had spoken more sense and truth than he would probably ever speak again in his entire life. He and Shizuo were like yin and yang, a balance of opposites. Opposites that never agreed with each other, but could never live without each other. But at the time he said this, it seemed an inappropriate comment that tried too hard to be philosophical in a perfectly mundane situation.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Izaya. Either shut up or leave, but don't bother me with your philosophical musing." The blonde then said flatly, making the decision to avoid Izaya's intense gaze and look outside the window instead. Izaya was silent for a moment before sliding into Shizuo's view, appearing in very close proximity to his face. Shizuo's head was about to move instinctively away from the proximity when a hand grasped the hair on the back of his head tightly into its grip. His face was now stuck mere millimeters away from Izaya's, and his breathing audibly increased slightly.
"Do you not agree that our meeting each other, and our rivalry is likely not as coincidental as it seems?" He inched slightly closer, so that their noses just barely met each other. At this point, Shizuo had the physical strength to easily escape Izaya's grip, but some other inner force he could not explain kept him rooted in his spot. He exchanged his stare from one coffee colored eye of Izaya's to the other. "Perhaps we're here, alone together in a classroom with nobody else around for a reason?" The darker haired boy whispered almost silently, the breath of his words dancing their way onto Shizuo's lips. The force of Izaya's gaze was stronger than Shizuo could have anticipated, and as his eyes tried to dart about the room to avoid it, they accidentally fell on Izaya's still smiling lips. The blonde swallowed loudly.
Slowly, but surely, Izaya's grin narrowed as he edged steadily closer, his lips slightly parted. Again, Shizuo's breathing audibly fluctuated in speed, and as much as he tried to escape this inevitable event, his self control (or lack thereof) egged him on, telling him that this was what he truly wanted. Izaya's lips then just barely brushed against Shizuo's, and they both felt and heard each other's breath catch in their throats. The intensity of the situation and the heaviness of the atmosphere seemed to pool on their shoulders, as they gazed hazily into each other's eyes once more.
The sliding door to the classroom slid open, and in a split second, Izaya was back leaning against the desk in front of Shizuo. The once hazy gaze the darker haired boy held with the blonde was now casual, and his Cheshire grin had returned to his mouth as though it had never left. Shizuo's eyes darted from Izaya to stare at the teacher that had just entered the room, who slid a file onto his desk before looking at the two and smiling.
"It's good to see you two finally working out your differences." He said, looking approvingly from Shizuo's face to the back of Izaya's head. The darker haired boy turned leisurely around to face his homeroom teacher and grinned widely, speaking in a merry tone.
"It is good, isn't it?"