A/N: Well, I really have nothing to say about how long it's been since I updated this story... I'm sincerely sorry, especially seeing as I'd written this chapter months ago! Exams got the better of me, I started reading more and just could never find the motivation to write anything extra. I haven't been reading DRRR in forever, too (been reading Sherlock Holmes and it's quite amusing how similar Holmes and Izaya can be now that I've re-read this), but I'd feel guilty if I never actually finished anything. Anyway, I really am sorry for the late late update. Also my writing style's most likely changed... I'm not sure if I'll be able to write these two, either, but I'll try my best.

Enough negativity, I hope you enjoy! ^^;


It was obvious their tastes would be completely different – Izaya caring for the more artistic and abstract films, whereas Shizuo preferred (much to Izaya's surprise) detective films. Izaya hated detective and murder films as he always guessed who the culprit was and the entire plot during the first few scenes along with who the director and writer was.

Shizuo dismissed the idea of reading subtitles as soon as it was brought up.

An hour, and a few rounds of eenie meenie minie mo later, the two decided on watching a semi-biographical film due to the crucial mix between drama (to entertain the blond) and enough real-life information for the brunette to process. Yes, that was exactly why the two were buying tickets for 'Finding Neverland'.

...Okay truthfully, the two noticed it was the next one playing and they both, miraculously, didn't mind the sound of it and wanted to get out of the lobby as soon as possible.

They sat at the front of the empty cinema and the silence started again. Tired, frustrated and slightly nervous the pair had no clue how to talk to the other – especially after the frayed tensions over the films. It was alright for them to disagree, wasn't it? They weren't technically friends after all.

Izaya continued to eat his salted popcorn (which Shizuo would never understand how he could eat) whilst Shizuo was religiously watching the adverts. No wonder he's such an idiot.Shizuo, however, was only really watching them as the situation was too awkward for words. How were rivals for two years meant to have a conversation with each other? What were they even meant to talk about? Also why had the brunette invited them without knowing what they were going to watch or even bother trying to talk to him? He chewed on his drinking straw. Damn, he really wanted a cigarette but he had no clue when the film would be starting... He hoped it would be soon, otherwise he would begin to get pissed off.

Plus, he hated that Izaya thought he would like violent action films. Didn't his constant reminder of his hatred of violence give it away? He like drama films as usually they had a moral to the story – you were meant to be moved by them and be emotionally drawn to it.

At least they hadn't had the chance to bring up any of his brother's films. If Izaya had even thought about it- the film's opening credits cut his thoughts short.

Eventually they forgot who they were watching with and got fully involved with the film, Shizuo sincerely laughing at certain points and trying his hardest to ignore Izaya's plot spoilers. Well, at least he was enjoying himself. At one point Izaya had frantically elbowed Shizuo just to explain that he wanted to write his own play as he, too, saw the world in a similar way. The blond let Izaya's voice in one ear and directly out of the other.

Then the movie took a turn for the worse and their good spirits sunk with it.

Oh, and Izaya thought it would be best to annoy the other to ignore his own depression, he just needed to find the most suitable way. Honestly, he felt as though the movie was stepping on his childhood dreams, despite how disturbing they would have appeared to others.

He waited until the film took a romantic turn – he knew it would, the actors had shown signs of it throughtout the film. When it came, he signed ever-so-slightly and leant his head on Shizuo's shoulder... Only to be shocked he hadn't been rudely shrugged off and was simply ignored by the blond. Oh-ho, so Shizu-chan really likes this film then?

Izaya suddenly felt tired and the blond's shoulder was warmer and softer than he expected it to be. It was no surprise, then, that the week's exhaustion took over and he fell asleep, remaining like that until the end of the film. At least until Shizuo woke him up rudely in a bad mood. Oh dear, the ending must have been worse than he thought it would be.

"The fuck are you doing on me, flea?" He shouted, trying his hardest to avoid the other boy's gaze. Shit, he'd honestly tried so hard to bite back his tears but as soon as one escaped, the others came crashing down with it. There was one thing he was sure of: he did not want the Flea to see this. So, naturally, when he realised said boy was asleep on him he wanted him to be as far away as possible – his anger getting the better of him.

This behaviour didn't go unnoticed by the still-disorientated brunette. He was genuinely annoyed by being awoken so bluntly, though as always he made sure no one would ever realise that, and decided to get some revenge.

"Are you... crying, Shizu-chan?" The blond twitched and quickly rubbed the tracks away before throwing a punch at the other boy... For once, it actually connected (perhaps the other had not been expecting it) and Izaya went flying into the cinema wall. It the other viewers hadn't left by now, they started to leave once the violence had started.

Izaya groaned and shot a smirk towards Shizuo, currently trudging his way over. He grabbed the gruff of the smaller boy's shirt and hoisted him up to his eye-level with exaggerated force. Izaya realised that now was not the ideal time for taunts, but he couldn't resist slipping back into their old habits. "You are crying! Oh, this is precious!" He croaked, as Shizuo slammed him against the wall, winding him and aggravating his arm at the same time. No way he could contain a groan which caused Shizuo to smirk with sadistic fury.

"Shut the fuck up! I am not fucking crying!" Another leer. "But you fucking will do, you bastard flea! Why the hell I thought of coming here with you I don't know!" A punch the gut left him breathless, his knife falling out of his pocket along with it. Shit. Now he was defenceless and it occurred to him how dangerous that was.

He could die here. Shizuo was actually going to kill him, hands tightening around his throat again caused sparks of panic to flare up but he maintained his usual apathetic mask as more abuse was hurled his way. There must be a way out, a way to get Shizuo to shut up. The idiot just needed to shut up, shut up,shut up shut up!

What he did next even he couldn't have predicted. Pushing himself forward he pressed his lips to the other's in order to stem the flow of annoying and incoherent violence flowing from it. It succeeded in silencing him, in fact he stiffened, so now Izaya had the chance to think of his escape. Only he couldn't. For some bizarre reason his mind had gone completely blank and he could only concentrate on what he was doing – he didn't notice Shizuo had released his grip but that was due to the fact the pressure was being returned and violently at that.

The kiss was heated and teeth clashed against one another as a warmth bubbled up in the brunette's stomach, seeming to fuel the kiss on further as it grew and grew, the pair closing eyes now as instinct and hormones controlled them. It felt so primal and raw that Izaya felt disgusted by himself, yet he didn't want to stop.

Then suddenly the need for air made everything come crashing back down.

He was kissing Shizuo.

Shizuo.

Shizuo the imbecile with an anger problem. Freezing himself, the blond seemed to follow his lead and the pair quickly separated with a luck of disgust, confusion – well, confusion was putting it lightly – and despair mirrored between them both. The two stood there.

They couldn't make eye contact. Izaya looked anywhere but at Shizuo and the blond just blinked at the wall behind the brunette's head, blush creeping up both boys' faces. It was Izaya who eventually mustered up the courage to speak, but it came out nonsensical. He had to explain himself before the wrong idea was made. Who am I kidding? This is as worse as it gets!

"Sh... Shizuo... I... Er... Well you see... I..." His words trailed off when he felt the blond's eyes on him and the warm feeling that was in his stomach before hand changed into a thick bulk of knots. This was beyond awkward – such an emotion the brunette didn't expect to ever experience. Somehow finding the strength in his nerves, Izaya looked Shizuo in the face. It seemed to have remained in this fixed position ever since the pair separated, like it had gotten stuck there.

The whole thing was too much to comprehend. Why had he kissed him? Why had he ruined their new friendship (yes, there was no denying it any longer – the two had somehow become friends however unlikely). If he didn't explain soon, there was no way they would ever get along again.

That's fine by me... Izaya quickly broke the contact and ran, not before collecting his knife, as quickly as he could out of the cinema, not risking a look back at the still-shocked blond. He ignored the weird looks he was being given for running as though his life depended on it. Well, if Shizuo regained his composure earlier, Izaya's life would depend on it. Izaya froze outside his house, taking the pause to catch his breah.

And then he kept running, his mind went blank when he did so and there was no way he was going to think about Shizuo. It was also quieter just focusing on the running, the burning pain in his lungs, the cramp in his feet. Izaya knew his sisters were going to ask about the date and the first place Shizuo would look for him was his house, so it was best he ignored the pain and just kept running. Ignoring the pain that wasn't only in his feet.

Many minutes later, Shizuo finally begun to move. His brain had been trying to get to the bottom of what had just happened but so far it had only come to one conclusion – he and Izaya had just kissed. It wasn't as simple as just blaming Izaya for the whole thing like he usually did as he kissed him back. He begun grinding his teeth together, noticing that he still had the flea's weird taste in his mouth and it was making him sick yet strangely enough, he didn't hate him. That made his stomach churn the most.

If only Izaya was here... He thought, exiting the cinema with a slight blush at all the eyes on him, wondering what must have caused the brunette to flee so furiously. He cut our date short without paying for any of it! I also wonder what the hell must be going through his mind. He looked fuckin' panicked. The blond also wondered what school would be like now. Would they ignore it ever happened (which is what Shizuo really wanted) or would the simple kiss ruin their – ugh, the word was burning him to use but it was true – friendship they'd finally achieved?

It was just a kiss after all... It shouldn't have another meaning. They're two boys with over-active hormones, that's all.


A/N: Yet again, apologies for the extremely late update! I hope its content makes up for the stupidly long wait!