Izaya's POV
-You…really love me Orihara-san?-
I glare at my computer screen. Of course, this is how I lead these mindless girls so that they would listen to my every word, but those words stirred a feeling inside me that I couldn't quite name.
-Yeah…I have been admiring you for a really long time.- I replied back. Girls are very stupid. They let their emotions take over them too easily and ignore the odvious signs that this is all a trap. The big glaring sign to tell them to stop, there is danger ahead if you continue down this road. But this is how I want them to feel. It always starts the same; I lour them in with sweet words and meaningless affection, convince them that they need me to live and fill up with feelings of a promising future and then break them down with the truth that I really didn't give a shit about them.
And they always took the bait.
I glanced back at my computer screen once I heard a ding. –I'm glad…- Normally at this point, I would be excited about the game I was about to play with whatever girl I was currently preying on, but this routine was getting very boring and I need a new thrill. I lean back in my chair and click out of the conversation.
"So boring." I shut my lab top and walk over to my bed. I lie down and glance up at the calendar.
3 months.
It's been 3 months since Shizu-chan and I started to play this little game of ours.
It took 3 months to come up with something new to add to the game. I sit up and look at my chess board that I had sitting on my night stand. All the pieces where perfectly in place, ready for a new game to start. In one swipe, I knocked all the pieces onto the door. I then lean down and pick up both of the kings and place them in the place they belonged on the board.
"There's no need for mindless pawns in this game." I pick up the black king and move it half way across the board. I then grab the white king and hesitate for a second. "I wonder what you will do Shizu-chan." I run my finger down the length of chess piece. "Where will you move when things start to get a little more...uncomfortable for you…" I look at the piece for a little before laying back down on my bed.
"Huh, even when I'm the one controlling the shots I don't know where to place you. Your so…unpredictable." I stay quiet for a little bit and close my eyes, allowing myself to concentrate a little bit more.
"But that's what I like about you." I say to myself with a smirk sneaking up on my face. I lay quiet for a little bit then proceed to fall asleep.
Shizuo's POV
Never in my life had I ever EVER felt the need to try and stay away from people. Normally they stayed away from me and hell, if I didn't like them then I just beat the shit out of them. As simple as that.
This was different though. This was a fight that I had absolutely no experience or knowledge in. This wasn't something I wanted to get involved with. This is why I try to avoid Izaya as much as I possibly can. It proved kind of fucking hard since he knew where the hell I was at every moment of the day.
Then there was also that.
The tutoring.
Really fucking sad excuse for tutoring if you ask me. But its not something I can avoid. I asked Shinra if he could help me, but he said that it would be best if Izaya and I got to know each other.
Tch. If only it was that fucking easy. Nothing about that asshole was normal. I mean, what happened at his house the other day was some messed up shit. There was no way I was going to get to know him in that type of manor.
I guess I can always beat the shit out of him, right? He was scrawny…it wouldn't take that much to just kill him and be done with it. Despite all these thoughts, I found myself looking up at the door that seemed more threatening to me then the last time I came face to face with it. I clench my fists and glare at it like it had morally insulted me. Dammit, I'm not going to let him control me. I will just go in there and if he tries something then I will proceed to beat him until he doesn't even know what his name is anymore.
I walk up to the door and knock on it twice. I wait and listen to the sounds coming from behind the door. Izaya opens the door after a few moments of silence
…dressed…in…only…a….towel!
Who the hell comes to the door in a towel?
"Come in, I have to finish taking a shower." He said and starts to walk back towards the bathroom. I hesitate but walk over to the couch and sit down.
Well this is awkward.
Being greeted by a barely dressed man wasn't on my list of things to do before I died. I sit there for a few minutes in painful silence and there is still no sign that he will be making this a quick shower. I sigh and decide to look around the fleas apartment, after all…maybe I will find some incriminating evidence that I could give to the police so I could be rid of him once and for all. The place is as neat and clean as the first time I came here. Wait, I don't want to think about the first time I came here.
I walk over to a table that has a few pictures on it as well as a knife display. I look at the pictures first. There are only 2 of them; one of them had a younger looking Izaya sitting on a chair and two younger look alike girls sitting on his lap. I was going to take a wild guess and say that those were Izaya's twin sisters. It was one of those professional pictures that some families get done every year. I look at the other one which had Izaya, the two girls, a taller, older male that somewhat resemebled Izaya and a beautiful woman who looked a lot like Izaya. It was another one of those professional looking photos. It made no sense, they all looked really happy together…so….why is he living here alone? I proceeded to look at the knife display. There is an array of different knives on it, some I never even seen before. He has 9 different knives on the display but for some reason I don't believe this is all he owns. I reach my hand out to touch the blade of one of knives to check if they were sharp.
"Ne, I wouldn't do that Shizu-chan. You might lose a finger~" I tense up and turn to see Izaya watching me with that cocky grin on his face and only wearing loose fitting sweat pants. I let my eyes over his body briefly, noting how skinny and toned his stomach is. Sure, I know he is skinny but damn…he would look anorexic if it wasn't for the tone he had on him. "Like what you see?"
…
Well…kind of but…
"Who the fuck would like to look at you?" I growl at him. He chuckles to himself and shakes his head as he walks over to the couch. I cautiously follow him and sit as far away from him as I possibly can again.
"I'm giving you the same work sheet that you did last time, try and find the mistakes you made and explain why it was a mistake." He says gesturing towards the piece of paper on the coffee table. "Would you like something to drink?" He asks me as he starts to walk towards his kitchen area.
"I'm not staying long so no." I say bitterly to him. He makes a fake hurt face.
"Ouch, no need to be mean Shizu-chan. I am just extending my hospitality…I am a generous host you know." Yeah, when there is something in it for starts to do something in the kitchen, I'm not paying much attention to him because I am trying to get this math sheet done as fast as possible.
Now lets see…When the exponent of a polonomial is a negative then you…flip it? Err wait…don't you make it negative one or some shit like that…? Eh whatever, I'm just going to change it to a positive. Now after that then…you start to—
HOT! MOTHERFUCKING HELL HOT!
"Oops, so sorry Shizu-chan~" He says and places his coffee cup on the floor.
"WHAT THE FUCK YOU DAMN FLEA! DID YOU SPILL ALL YOUR DAMN COFFEE ON ME?" I yell at him. He walks around the couch and kneels where I am.
"It wasn't like I did it on purpose~"
"The fuck you did!" I see him sigh in frusteration and reach for my chest.
"Look, we need to get these clothes off or you will continue to burn." I grab his hands before it can get to the button of my shirt.
"You are not stripping me you damn maggot!" He rolls his eyes.
"Oh calm down, I am shirtless. You don't have boobs or anything so just relax." I clench harder onto his hands as we both silently kill each other with out eyes.
He is mocking me. I can see it in those crimson eyes of his. He is challenging me!
"If you try any funny shit then you wont be able to write for months." I threaten him and let go of his hands. He starts to button my shirt as he stares me in the eyes. He moves down my torso and undoes each button with delicate care. You would think I was some present or something. He undoes the last button and pushes the shirt out of the way. Keeping his eyes glued to mine, he starts to run his hands down my chest.
"Shizu-chan has a very toned body~" He purrs and runs his hands over all my defined stomach muscles. I open my mouth to say some nasty come back but close my mouth once I feel one of those delicate hands squeeze the bulge that he is creating in my pants. I bite down on my teeth and glare at him but his gaze does not leave mine. He starts to run one of those long fingers over the bulge; slowly and taunting.
"Fuck!" I say and grab the fleas throat and force him onto the coffee table. "What the fuck do you think your doing?" I say while attempting to not lose my cool.
I was expecting some kind of answer, but no. That's not what I got.
Instead the damn flea licks my lips! What the fuck!
I gasp slightly at the sensation since I have never been kissed, let alone licked on the lips. It seems he knows this because as soon as that evil tongue is back in his mouth, he starts smirking up at me.
"Shizu-chan is the hottest when he is angry~" He brushes his hand down my chest again and starts to rub my groin with more pressure this time.
That's when I done something that I didn't even expect.
I kiss him.
No, not a gentle, passionate kiss. Hell no. This kiss was rough, forceful, and painful. It was everything but enjoyable. He makes a small sound telling me that he was not only in surprise but in pain from the brute force of the kiss. Before either of us could get used to the kiss or take it any farther, I pull away and proceed to punch the flea in the face.
"Your fucking disguisting." I spit out at him as he places his hand on the area I just punched. I push myself off of him and start to button my shirt back up. "Fuck your tutoring, I will fail the course." I say and walk out the door then proceed to slam it with a lot of force.
God, what a fucked up day.
Sorry about the late update! I had writers block on this chapter and it actually took me 7 attempts to get this written. I think it was because I started writing in Izaya's POV at the beginning.
FINALLY I have the whole job situation figured out. I did my orientation and training, my first on the floor day is monday ^^ Though I am still kind of worried because I am working in 2 departments...and I have called off for Otakon in one but not the other :/
I also started a new Shizaya Fan Fiction! Caged Bird. You should all go check it out :)
Please review everyone! It feeds my ego ^^
