Title: Substitutions.
Author: Heiwajima Shizuo.
Rating: T.
Warning: Swearing, innuendos, a little violence. Rating might go up too.
Summary: After angering Shizuo and getting into a fight with Tsugaru, Izaya and Psyche both switch universes. In the other universe, Izaya meets Tsugaru and in Izaya's universe, Psyche runs into a pissed off Shizuo. Although the informant and debt collector are known to hate each other, what will happen to their feelings after meeting their counter parts? Just what exactly will awaken within two of Ikebukuro's most dangerous?
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When I talk about Izaya and Shizuo past, I've changed it a little so yeah. Just a heads up~
In case you don't know who Tsugaru and Psyche are, google them. Tsugaru looks exactly like Shizuo, but with blue eyes and in a blue and white kimono. Psyche looks exactly like Izaya, but in pink and white clothing, with pink eyes, and has pink and white headphones.
So yeah~
Looking back at my teenage years, I can't help but laugh at how stupid I was.
Academically, I couldn't have been more perfect. I got flawless grades despite being the trouble maker I was and still am, and aced all of my exams without errors. I did absolutely amazing.
Physically, I was rather skinny, but not too skinny. I was lean really, and average in terms of height. If you asked anyone I went to Raijin with then, I was actually rather handsome. I was quite the looker, and if possible, I'm as attractive as can be right now. Left and right, I had girls blushing at the sight of me and a few guys switching teams, if you know what I mean. It was rather amusing seeing the reactions I got, especially out of the guys. Sure, the girls blushed, but when it came to the guys well… I always hoped that they don't run into any walls with that painful looking bugle in their pants.
Thinking about what I looked like then, my hair hasn't changed much since my year's attending the school. Same goes for my face, actually. It barely even looks like I've matured. The only major difference in terms of appearance is the fact I'm a few inches taller than I was as a teen and that I wear different clothing.
Mentally, I was strong enough to probably survive a war and had the stamina to go for days without much sleep. Nothing ever confused me to the point I was clueless. In fact, I was usually the one who made people clueless, it was never the other way around. I was always able to predict how situations would turn out too. In fact, I still am able to.
Right now I am mentally strong enough to keep information away from those who want it, even if I am to be tortured until I spill. But oh, I never do tell.
Not without a price, that is.
And that, dear kids, is what makes me a perfect example of an informant.
Anyways, back to my ramblings about my teenage life.
Socially, I was known throughout the school as a charmer, and was quite popular despite being prone to cause mischief wherever I went. I had an abnormally large amount of admirers and was well-liked by the girls, actually.
It makes me smile each time I think about how terribly blind all those girls were. I was like the bad boy their parents warned them about, but because they were such idiots, they went against their parents and pined for me. Sure I'd flirt with them, just to keep up with my lady's man reputation, but ir never really did mean anything. In the end, I became a little heart breaker here and there when I needed to be.
I didn't reject girls because it was a hobby of mine—although I did get a few laughs out of it. It's just how life is; not everyone is going to like you.
In this case, if someone has feelings for you, but you don't have any for them, what would you do?
Would you string them along and say you feel the same way when really, you don't? And ended up causing them more pain than needed? Or would you let them down and avoid anymore complications by ending it there? Just stop before things get out of hand?
Yeah.
That's what I thought.
So in a way, I was merely doing those girls a favor by rejecting them. Even though they were after my heart, mine seemed to be after someone else's.
And this, kids, is where things get interesting.
Emotionally, I was rather—well, let's put it this way—this is where my laughable stupidity kicks in.
What captured my heart, the way I captured many others, is quite humiliating really. Of all the people I had to fall for, I had to fall for him…
Heiwajima Shizuo.
The beast of Ikebukuro and quite frankly, one of the scariest, only when angry, and strongest people you will probably ever meet. Unless you were to meet a half elephant, half man creature—
I take it back. Shizu-chan is much stronger than an elephant.
In fact, he has the strength to take on 30 of them if he wanted to.
He probably could with one hand behind his back too.
But anyways, before I go any further; let me at least explain myself.
Well, I don't actually have an explanation for how and why I felt and still feel this way about a brute like him. But all I know is that at one point, I just did. One day I woke up and realized that this burning passion I had towards him wasn't the hate everyone else thinks it is.
No.
One day I woke up and I realized that maybe, just maybe, I didn't hate him. That my constant teasing was just my juvenile way of getting his attention. It may not have been one of my brightest moments as a teenager, but I did get what I wanted.
And that is well, how the beauty fell in love with the beast.
Strange, isn't it?
So now dear readers, I have a question for you all. It's a really simple one and I'm pretty sure most of you will say yes. Anyways, have you ever heard the saying 'be careful what you wish for'?
Well, this is sort of where that quote applies.
Because of my constant teasing and mocking of my dear Shizu-chan, he became rather angry at me and constantly tried to hurt me. Even when I did nothing, he would come at me at full force.
Although he never did get me, probably because I am far too fast and graceful to be caught by someone like him, he always tried and tried and well, tried. Up to this day, he still has yet to leave even the littlest scratch on me.
Everyday we'd go at it. I'd mock him, he'd get mad, and he's chase me and we'd leave the school a mess; I finally got what I wanted,
His attention.
But so what if I finally got his attention? It doesn't mean shit if he only wanted to throttle me every time his amber orbs landed on me.
Underneath my smug smirk and malice laugh was my tiny little heart breaking each time he said those three, tiny, one syllable, insignificant yet significant words to me, my surprisingly fragile little heart would crack under all the pressure those words exerted.
Even though I was mentally strong enough to go through anything thrown at me that would make a normal person go insane, there was that one little phrase I just couldn't handle…
"I hate you."
That voice…
Shooting my eyes open, I sit up, panting heavily as I realize I was just asleep.
As I feel a shiver go down my spine, I notice I am shirtless and once again, next to a man lying down, asleep, who happens to look and sound exactly like the protozoan who has stolen my heart years ago.
Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I feel a bead of sweat run down the side of my head before running my hand through my black hair. Averting my eyes from the wall in front of me, they quickly find their to the rising and falling chest if the blonde next to me.
As my crimson eyes trail along the toned abs, they soon make their way higher up until I am left staring at the sleeping face of the man who'd rather have me dead then be with.
But just like all those girls I've rejected, I'll just have to suck it up and live with the fact that he doesn't want me and most likely, never will.
The truth hurts. It really does.
Whoever has ever said they 'can handle the truth' can go fall off the face of the earth. No one can ever truly handle the truth without being hurt, even the slightest.
But I guess this is the world's way of getting back it me. Karma's way of slapping me across the face for all those thoughtless, harsh rejections.
"Fuck…" I mutter to myself as I bring my hand up to cup the face of the sleeping man next to me. "It's almost pathetic how sad this situation is."
It's almost scary how he looks just like Shizu-chan. He even sounds like him too.
I wonder when, he isn't so angry at me, if this is what he looks like when he's asleep. If he's really capable of looking so peaceful… and calm.
Soon, the slumbering man's eyes open and a pair of deep, blue eyes are staring into mine. With a sleepy smile creeping onto his face, he places his much larger hand over mine, "Hey…"
That smile… is this what Shizu-chan would like if he smiled at me?
"Hey, are you ok?"
Is that what he would look, and sound like if he was worried about me?
Nodding my head as if saying 'yes', he smiles once more and I feel my heart strain at the sight, "I'm glad you're ok." He says, his half-lidded eyes as sleepy as his smile.
And that face…
"Hey, Psyche…"
I almost forget that he thinks I'm someone else. Quickly, I give my head a small nod once more.
Just who I this Psyche—
"I love you."
—because whoever he is, I wish I was him. I wish I had the heart of this man next to me.
My own replacement Shizu-chan…
"I hate you…"
All those times he's told me that… they just seem to echo on and on…
I hate you too, Shizu-chan…
I hate your stupid, bleached-blonde hair I search Ikebukuro for.
I hate your stupid bartender outfit I am always left scanning a crowd for.
I hate your stupid sunglasses that hide your captivating eyes.
I hate the way you bring out my childish side out when I tease you.
I hate the way you've left your mark on me with those three words.
And I hate you for hurting me and leaving scars on my heart that won't heal.
I hate you…
I fucking hate you, Shizu-chan…
Hah.
Who am I kidding?
Tell me what'cha think? :3 Sorry about the mistakes~!
