AUUUGHHH I have been SO busy! I love it. I finished my second commission yesterday and I'm really very proud! SO MUCH ART! I've hardly had any time to write between drawing, running around, and everything else, hahaha.
There's also that I'm still struggling with this story a bit. I have a direcion for it now (yay me!) but I'm still working out the kinks and stuff. Blah. Next update really needs to be Nooses around necks but.. mm, I'm worried about that story too. I mean I know what I wanna do with it but, I don't think anyone really liked their sappy kiss in the last chapter ;w; I knew it was grossly fluffy and probably OOC, but it's what my fingers (heart) wrote (wanted) so... oh well. I should wrap it up soon, it's just...
I don't know. I always take my art and my stories in a certain direction hoping for certain results. I think of those glorious fics, with the slow burn and the action- the really good, memorable ones, and I think my stories will turn out like that. I picture these great, action packed, bite your nails, amazing sort of stories...
And mine just don't turn out that way.
I go between telling myself that I'm just unique, that what comes from me is different and inspiring in it's own, great way! And then, other times, I tell myself it's because I am unable to reach those heights and will never be good enough to make anything memorable.
The truth of it is simply that I am young, not as experienced as some, and that I'll always take my work my own way. With time and with practice will come the experience I want and by then I'll have my own style that may or may not inspire others.
Right now I'm at a place where I both want to say "Look how far I've come!" and "Don't look this way, I'm not ready yet."
I guess... I feel like a cake.
I have the ingredients and the passion, with just a pinch of natural talent (and fought for experience) and it's all been mixed up and dumped in a pan, and right now I'm baking. I'm not ready to come out, yet, but I will be one day. One day I'll be able to properly decorate myself- to make something of myself in this world and to have people want to "eat me" if that makes sense.
But right now I just need to keep baking.
(God I really can beat a metaphor to death)
The first thing Shizuo does when he's back in his human body is beat the shit out of Shinra.
He doesn't know what happened, but Izaya is gone, and Shinra looks pleased in a way that makes his blood boil.
"Where is he?" He hauls the doctor up by the front of his coat. Shinra splutters weakly, squinting at him. He'd been kind enough to remove his glasses before he started punching.
"Y-you don't have to worry," Shinra laughs, blood spraying from his mouth where he has several broken teeth. Ugh, disgusting.
"I asked you a question."
"He's poisoned you." Shinra shakes his head at him, sympathetic and infuriating. "You know how he is, Heiwajima-sa-"
"Why the fuck have you been so hostile towards him lately?" He frowns. "And why has Celty been goin' along with it?"
"Haha! Wouldn't it be the other way around, though?" Shinra offers happily, and Shizuo blinks in surprise.
"What… she's mad at Izaya? What did the flea do?"
"What do you think?" Shinra gestures at him weakly, smiling. "Somehow he's blackmailing you into a-" he brings his fingers up to make quotation marks in the air as he speaks "-relationship. And my darling doesn't like that."
Oh, shit. Of course. He'll have to have a chat with her about that later. For now… "What about turnin' us into animals then?"
"That was my idea!" Yeah, of course it was.
"Tell me why."
"Aha, well…" He grins, bright and bloody. "I can't spoil all the surprise-Ah, don't hit me again! Okay okay." Shinra huffs at him, reaching for his glasses as Shizuo releases him to sit back and listen.
"You see… Orihara-san is in danger." He spreads his arms and grins, like this is some big reveal.
Shizuo blinks at his sort-of-not friend, nonplussed. "He's in trouble twice a day. How's this different?"
"You didn't let me finish." The doctor is attempting to clean his newly retrieved glasses on his coat, but all he's doing is smearing blood around the lenses. "This threat isn't targeting Izaya, exactly." He laughs. "Really, Shizuo-kun, why would I care if someone was trying to kill him? Everyone wants to kill him. Hahaha!"
He grumbles, but can't deny the mans words. He kinds of wants to kill Izaya still, and they're dating now, for fucks sake.
"Okay… so? Who's bein' targeted then?" He scowls. "Is it me? Dammit, I have told him that it is not fuckin' romantic to set gangs on me…"
"...How long have you been dating?" Shinra gives him an awkward look. "Cause he's been setting gangs on you-"
"Two months."
"...-Since High school."
"..."
"..."
"Anyway!" Shinra stands up, glasses finally clear enough to be useful, and starts padding towards the kitchen. "Want some coffee? Or, ah, milk?"
"Hey, don't change the subject!" He storms after him angrily. "...but some milk would be nice. Thank you."
"Sure." Shinra gets it, sighing as he does. "The one in danger is… well. This is gonna sound corny, but… it's the world."
"...This isn't a fuckin marvel movie." He takes the offered cup, sipping his milk with a scowl.
"Okay so maybe not the world," Shinra laughs, "But, well, Ikebukuro is, at least."
"So you won't tell me where he is?"
"No." Shinra lifts his head in a cheerful smile, the light catching his glasses and making them glow in an ominous way. "This is, after all, for the good of everyone."
Shit…
Izaya is awakened by someone tapping at the bars of his prison. Slowly he lifts his head, turning it far enough from where he'd had it pressed against his side to greet his visitor. There's a little girl, barely tall enough to see into his cage, peering at him and tapping against the bars expectantly.
"Oh… my, look at those eyes," a woman gasps, presumably her mother. "How unique. Is he a special breed?"
"No."
"Oh… is something wrong with him, then?" She looks to the prison guard- the shelter employee- with worry, but he just shrugs.
"Here, kitty kitty…" The little girl makes kissy noises at him, poking her fingers through the bars. He's insanely tempted to lash out, to sink his claws into the chubby flesh of her outstretched fingers, but resists. They'll label him unadoptable if he acts too hostile, and that means shinra won't be able to come get him out of here.
Because obviously the doctor is coming back. Or Celty, he might send her instead. Or even Shizuo. Bottom line, he just needs to play nice enough to be considered but not so much to be actually adopted.
"Kiiitttyyyy," the girls whines, "don't you wanna be my friend?"
No.
He gives her a small little mewl before lying back down, back to them, ignoring their continued conversation. The mom thinks he's sick, now.
Eventually they move away, and he secretly hopes they move onto the kitten. However, they leave empty handed not long after, and the shelter is quiet.
"Psst!"
Ugh.
"Ppsssstttt!"
Izaya ignores that, hoping it isn't for him.
"Hey! Crazy cat! Hey!"
Fuck.
"What," he hisses. He stands up, stretching his body out and feeling satisfied when his back pops nicely. He strides to the front of the cage, eyeing the feisty little Chihuahua.
"What was that, bro!?"
He glares. "To what are you referring?"
"Yo, that girl was your ticket outta here!" He glares back with beady little eyes. "What's your deal?"
"Tch. I don't need her, I have people coming for me."
"Oh honey," speaks up the gentle cat from before. She seems happier today, purring in a gentle hum and looking to him with very kind eyes. "You don't need to pretend. We're all in the same boat, after all. Maybe next time you should be friendlier; I'm sure you'll find someone very loving."
"No," he shakes his head with a chuckle. Why was he arguing? An animal wouldn't understand. "Thank you, miss, but I'm quite sure of my rescue. I know he's coming for me."
Her ears fall, and she looks a bit regretful even as she asks, "...he?"
"A doctor by the name of Kishitani." He sits gingerly, sweeping his tail to rest over his front paw nicely. "He's a terrible excuse for a friend, but he won't leave me here. His monster girlfriend wouldn't allow it." He laughs. "They're just trying to punish me."
"For what, scratching up the curtains?" The Chihuahua snickers.
"Well," Izaya grins at them the way a human would, and can tell it unsettles them. "I'll be here for a few days, at least. Perhaps we should get acquainted! I'm Orihara Izaya, info broker of Shinjuku. Pleasure to meet you."
"Reginald," the Chihuahua says, sniffing in his direction.
"My, what an interesting name." He grins, cruel. "Who gave it to you?"
Predictably, the little dog bristles. "No one! I gave it to myself, so shut up!"
"Right," Izaya laughs sarcastically. "How? Where would you, a tiny little dog, hear a name like that in Japan? Moreover, even if you did hear it from someone, how would you have known it was a name?" He cackles over the resulting snarl of fury.
"Shut up, shut up you shitty feline!"
"Now now," the kind cat tries to soothe them. She shakes herself a little, like she's trying to shake herself into a good mood once more. "I'm Cherry. It's a pleasure to meet you, Izaya." He blinks, a little surprised.
"Oho...Who said you could use my first name?" It's meant to be mocking, threatening and playful at the same time, but she just blinks oddly at him.
"What?" Cherry looks-and sounds-genuinely confused.
Hmm. He supposes it would make sense that animals wouldn't have the same polite little rules as humans. Speaking of little rules…
"A wise cat once told me only cats could understand other creatures. And even then, they could only understand but not communicate. But Reginald over there seems able to understand and communicate with all of us with ease, and vise versa." He tilts his head at the little dog, eyes sly.
"Why is that, Reginald?" He mocks.
"None of your damn business," he spits, staring Izaya down. Tch, little mutt.
"Well-" Cherry flicks her tail to catch his attention, "-I grew up with dogs, and I've always been able to speak with them. Maybe it's the same for him? You're a rarity, though…
"Pardon?"
"You keep..switching." Her face scrunches, confused. "One minute you're talking like a cat, then the next like a human. Honestly it's getting confusing…"
...what?
"No… I've been speaking japanese this whole time. Not meowing," he chuckles, but her solem eyes say otherwise.
"It's true," Reginald says. "I have to piece what you're saying together from the cat words."
"Liar," he hisses, in what sounds like perfect Japanese to him.
"Am not," the dog growls, and Izaya feels alarm shoot up his spine. That was Japanese-human! He shouldn't be able to understand him!
Fear snakes its way up his spine, chilling him to his core.
Was he losing the ability to speak Japanese? If so...what was next?
I'm worried about my Sheba. She's my cat, the friendly one.
She's been sneezing all day and I don't know why? Little shit, actually I was getting my lunch earlier and I had set my glass on the table while I got my food. Well, I heard her sneezing and what d I find? Her, standing on the table, staring at me while she sneezes repeatedly right into my glass.
Maybe it's a cry for attention? XD Haha! As if. That cat gets way more attention than she needs. All she ever wants to do is be my lap. She'll shove my laptop aside for cuddles, cry at my door, stand on my head (just her front paws) and put her paws on my face and I hold her. I love her so much.
I also love my other cat, Daphne, but she still doesn't want much to do with any of us. She's only sweet when she's horny (in heat)
Well, that's all for now sweeties. Happy very late 4th of July to you! Comments fuel me 3
