This will be a short chapter - I'm sorry TTへTT
Izaya had his eyes squeezed tightly shut, there was no way he wanted to dare open them. He finally accepted that, he was about to die. Well, maybe it wasn't so bad. He'd spent most of the late years of his life playing cat and mouse with a certain monster that tormented him without realizing it, but he'd also spent his later years observing those who were to be the cause of his downfall. Ordinary human beings.
He mentally rolled his eyes, only stopping when his heart jumped to his throat when he heard a man protest something, and then a sickening crack, a few crashing sounds, and a snicker.
Izaya's eyes fluttered open, he glanced around in front of him, there was no one occupying his escape, he used that to pulled himself swiftly over the edge, and he landed safely in a heap on the roof's hard concrete ground. His arms ached, and his finger stung, but hell, he'd had worse things than this happen to him, it was nothing.
Izaya rubbed the tears out of his eyes, when something sunk in. Oh, god.
His eyes snapped open, and immediately glared at Shizuo, yes, he registered the blood dripping from Shizuo's arm, apart from that, and he had a slight idea why Shizuo had saved him.
His lips twisted into a sad smile, he himself didn't know if it was for real or forced, he was thankful at the same time he was sickened.
"Is it because you have some strange complex, Shizu-chan?" Izaya let out a sigh; "Because you want to be the one who kills me?"
He slowly stood, taking a longer glance at his arm. It was cut pretty deep. And that was the only reason Izaya could think of why the blonde would even want to save him.
"Me too..." He said, a little softer. His mind was spinning, but there was nothing but the truth in his words. "If anyone was to kill me, I'd want it to be you."
Shizuo glanced at Izaya when he saw that the young information collector was able to get back behind the bars, falling safely onto the ground and away from the edge. His mind slowly replayed what had happened as he stood silently a couple of feet away from the men that he had just launched into the wall. The pain from his arm had started to numb up as he let it dangle beside him, having more important matters on his mind.
Why the hell had he just saved the flea that has made his life a living hell?
The thought struck over and over again, and he tried horribly to think of an excuse that he would let himself believe, but came up with nothing but lame situations and excuses. It made him grimace, knowing that he didn't have a clue as to what he was feeling or what was wrong with him. But one thing was for sure, as soon as he saw that I was Izaya in a life or death situation, he leaped without even thinking about it. Slowly, very slowly, he was starting to believe Izaya's words. Maybe he did really have some type of twisted complex with him that cause him to take action without thinking it over rationally.
Truth be told, he was shocked by Izaya's words, and found himself staring at the raven haired boy with wide eyes, before turning away stubbornly and grunting. "What the hell are you talking about...fucking flea.." He sent Izaya a sideways glance before turning away from him, searching his pockets for a cancer stick to calm his nerves, only to let out a stream of cusses when he figured out that the both were empty.
Izaya shrugged off Shizuo's pathetic attempt not to care with a disheveled grin. Heaving out a sigh, Izaya took a few steps forward, until he was less than a meter apart from Shizuo. It felt degrading if anything that Izaya was talking to Shizuo's back like this, but he went on. Pushing for what he wanted. What he needed.
He hadn't given his words much thought. No, Izaya usually did think before he acted. This time, he was trying to refrain from doing just that. He was scared that, if he pondered properly about what he was about to ask of Shizuo, that Izaya wouldn't hesitate after that to turn on his heels and run. Run away. Again. He inwardly swore that wouldn't, no, it couldn't happen.
"Truth be told, Shizu-chan, I was planning to jump, anyway," Izaya's eyes set downcast to the ground as he brought his palm to his forehead, and chuckled softly; "But I didn't want to die at the hands of lowlife's like these men. So, I guess I have you to thank there."
Izaya straightened himself up again, only stepping closer to Shizuo, that one person that made his heart race the way it should at least once in a while.
"Ne, Shizu-chan... it's not like I like doing this. And, no, I'm not screwing with your little mind, either. I am sick of pretending to know how to grin and bear it when I suffice so much shit from other people." Izaya hummed a sigh, again, before he shoved his hands back into his jacket pockets and finally got down to his initial 'want'.
"So, I have a proposal for you," Izaya lifted his head up a bit. "If you treat me like a human, like I am someone you care for, for a week... and that means you take me out, you abide by my weird needs to eat strange foods, you watch movies with me - you, dare I say it, befriend me..." Izaya's small grin faded, and he stared forward sternly. "Shizuo."
Weird, saying his full name properly like that.
"If you do all that, for a week, I will let you kill me."
Here we are! Finally we're beginning to be on track ! Chapters may take a bit longer to come out now since we can very little done per week. But still, they will come! Thank-you
