A/N: Hello! Did you miss me? No? But you were anxiously waiting for another chapter. XD No worries, here it is. The chapter after it is kinda weird, I gotta think of a way to make you notice less. . That means two chapters in a row, most likely. :D
I do not own these characters.
This is 18+ m/m fiction.
He decided he'd have gyoza for lunch too, since Chinese food is not expensive and tastes good. As he was paying, he felt a little bit thankful that the damn flea didn't want to eat something fancy and expensive. 'Oh but I hope he realizes that he's paying back every single yen. If I could afford to buy people lunch, I wouldn't be living in a 7 tatami apartment.' He found himself an empty park bench, not wanting to eat with that smug flea. He could wait while Shizuo had a peaceful lunch. He had just finished his 8th dumpling when someone stood before him. He looked up and chewed slowly, his body tensing to prepare if there were problems. "Shizuo-kun. Where do you think you are?! I said I was hungry!" The goddamn louse was pouting and tapping his foot. There was no trace of sleep on his face and his white shirt wasn't even crinkly from sleeping in a weird position. He didn't want to be disturbed, so he stuck out his hand with the bag containing the brunette's lunch, reaching for another dumpling and stuffing it into his mouth in a determined way. That asshole was making him more annoyed with every second he stayed. "Well then… I'd better not disturb you." Orihara sensed that he was not wanted here and sauntered off, swaying his hips on purpose to show him just what he was missing. Shizuo snapped. He had been trying, doing his best to keep his temper in check, but this was the last drop. With no time for thinking with the target walking away smugly, he stood up, took the trash bin near the bench and threw it at Izaya, yelling "Die!" while letting go of the metal object. The sly informant turned around and ducked just in time to have the trash can fly through the space where his head was only seconds ago. "But I'm hungry~" Izaya whined and readied his trusty flick blade when he saw Shizuo picking up his lunch and making a few threatening steps towards him. He sighed, knowing it could not be helped, his pet had to let off steam in some way and so he broke into a run with a maniacal laugh. He stopped at a corner to stick out his tongue at his pursuer; he knew this would drive Shizuo crazy. If they were blowing off steam, they couldn't half-ass it now, could they? It would be a waste of perfectly good insults.
He stopped around the next street corner as well, ducking behind a human-shaped advertisement sign. Soon enough, Shizuo came along, out of breath and fuming. "You fucking slut!" he yelled and looked around, not noticing that Izaya had crept up behind him. "Well that's none of your business, is it?" he whispered seductively while tracing his spine with his flick-blade from the hips up. Shizuo shivered, reacting positively and turned around. As he did so, Izaya moved quickly and could be seen laughing and bounding back the way he came. They continued this game until Izaya decided his stomach growling was becoming unacceptable, leaving the blonde to look for him and shout profanity as he made his way back to his workplace cautiously.
He closed the door behind himself, heaving a sigh and going for a glass of water, making himself presentable at the mirror above the sink. 'Damn, why did he have to chase me in my business outfit, of all things!' he thought woefully, spraying some perfume on his neck to mask the smell of sweat. He checked his watch. It read 1:27pm, so he changed out of these clothes and hoped they would dry a little in these minutes before 2pm.
Two o'clock rolled around in no time, and when Shizuo had calmed down enough to eat and was smoking his second cigarette in these few minutes, he noticed it was 2:18pm. 'Shit. Just great. Too early for time to pass quickly and too late to intrude. Shit, shit, shit, shit!' He was pacing and throwing death glares, thus giving himself plenty of elbow room, because people crossed the street to avoid him in his 'demon king' state. He had been doing his best to behave in the office, counting the days if not hours till he gets to go back to working for the debt-collectors again. But that fucking louse just had to push his buttons. 'Is he some kind of sick pervert, enjoying doing everything to tick me off?! He knows I can't lay a hand on him without effects. God! Right now I wanna punch him more than ever. And maybe squeeze his butt afterwards. Just a quick squeeze.' "WAIT WHAT THE FUCK-" he yelled at himself more than at anyone else and kicked a street lamp so that it shook dangerously, leaning a bit as if it was trying to get away from Shizuo the demon king.
Back at the air-conditioned and quiet office, Izaya (back in his suit) was listening to a boring life story just to get to what the dull man wanted him to find out for him. As he listened, he occupied his mind with thoughts of a certain blonde, because he was bored if he wasn't multitasking. Oh the joys of psychopathy! 'Heh, his temper is even more fiery than usual. But that is to be expected, since the beast has been under pressure with no way to express his feelings. He can't really vent because I would ensure there would be disastrous consequences. Oh he'd be sitting in prison till he'd rot.' He had a stern expression with these thoughts and picked at his nails. "Yeah, of course I'm paying attention." That human was underestimating him? Well that's awful nice of him. He sped things up a little and was done by 2:45pm. "Aaah~ what boring person!" he twirled around in his chair and stretched, feeling sleepy from the encounter. 'Wake up! Wake up! I already had a nap today, I wouldn't sleep at night! That may have been the stupidest thing I've done in my life. I'd compare it to hand-feeding a dinosaur. Wait, where is that Shizuo? Don't tell me he-' before he could wonder about said man's whereabouts, he walked in, frowning. "Yo," was all the informant got for a greeting. "Ne, Shizuo-kun, what are you angry about this time?" The mild interest in his voice was genuine, but it still had a biting edge. Shizuo answered in his classic beast-like, no beating around the bush style: "Pay me back for that gyoza, you're not someone I want to treat to lunch."
A/N: That was fun, wasn't it? Next chapter won't be as fun. .; Or maybe it will be. :D I won't know till you tell me in a review, but back to this chapter – please review!
On a different note, I am taking suggestions and ideas for this fic or a one-shot or something. If you have an idea, any idea that you'd like to see, try me! I'm all ears! :)
(I do have ideas of my own, but the more options the better, right?)
