Look what it is! Me! I finished another one. To be honest, this chapter would've been published much earlier, if not for my terrible luck writing it. On my first attempt I suddenly had to take a break and when I returned it turned out someone closed the page and I forgot to save the work. The second time was even worse. In the middle of it, my computer broke. Apart from my progress disappearing again, I was't able to do anything for a few days, while waiting for it to be repaired. I guess that the third time really is the charm.
Anyway, please enjoy the chapter. There's something akin to smut in this one, but... Well I'll stop here to avoid spoilers.
Oh, I don't own Durarara, by the way.
"Naaamie-chan~ I'm back! Missed me?"
Shizuo flinched at the sound of the suddenly opened door slamming into the wall of Izaya's apartment.
*CRASH*
At the noise of something breaking inside, the flea merrily skipped into his house, leaving Shizuo with no choice, but to follow him.
The place itself was spacious, the living room itself bigger than Shizuo's entire house. Though there were not that many of them left, the furniture were nice too. Futuristic and metallic. Simple.
Or at least so Shizuo remembered from his last visit, because currently everything was covered in foil.
After he followed Izaya into the kitchen, Shizuo was met with a sign of a pretty woman, staring at Izaya with a look of incredibility on her face..
"Wha- What?! Orihara?! You can't be alive, I saw the body! So how? And what the hell's Heiwajima Shizuo doing with you?"
"Oh, Namie-chan, I'm hurt. And here I thought that after all those years you would know me well enough not to believe that I'm dead, just due to some tiny corpse that happens to resemble mine. How unsightly. Oh and as for Shizu-chan, what can I say? This guy literally made me loose ground under my feet~"
Shizuo rolled his eyes. He was finally coming to accept that flea seamed to choose trolling as his way of life. And while he hated being the raven's victim, it turned out that being on the other side of that mechanism was kind of fun.
"Oh, please. You can't seriously expect me to believe that you and Shizuo Heiwajima faked your deaths to go for a honey month trip. Even considering your life-long crush on that man, no one's crazy enough to return those feelings."
"My my, no need for you to worry about my relationships all os sudden. I might assure you that as long as he lives, Shizu-chan will stay by my side~"
Fuck, if that conversation wasn't unsettling.
"Uh, whatever. You literally don't have any idea how happy I saw your corpse. I'm actually kind of curious, how you managed it? Knowing you, I even especially checked the body for any signs of surgery. So, what was it? You owe me at least that much, considering that this whole place still isn't sold or burnt to the ground."
"Oh please, as if I would tell you anything just because the last will you fabricated was questioned by a lawyer. I have no need to take responsibility for your incompetence. Anyway, seeing that my kitchen is still intact, how about you make some dinner?"
"Fuck you, asshole. Don't think of calling me before sending the money for the last few weeks on my account. I'm leaving."
And just like that, leaving Shizuo frozen in place and Izaya giggling, the woman, no, Namie stormed out of the house. The fake blonde turned towards the clearly amused deity with a look of confusion.
"Who the hell was that? And why was she so pissed off seeing you?"
"That was my secretary, Namie. She's just angry that she can't take all of my possessions, now that I turned out to be alive. Poor her. By the way, don't you find it hilarious that you, out of all people, ask me why someone doesn't fancy seeing me?"
The ex-bartender shrugged, unwilling to admit that yes, it was actually pretty funny.
"Anyway, now that the problem of the apartment is solved, I guess you want me to explain the whole resurrection thing, right? But first, how about some coffee?"
"Okay, then before I get to answering any of your questions, I feel obliged to note that drinking coffee with milk is a sin greater than any other and you humans should be grateful that I never actually set a heavenly tribulation system. Though seeing that excuse of a drink you hold, I start to regret it."
"Can't you just shut up, pest? It's tastier this way. I don't get it how anyone could drink something as bitter."
Hearing the last part of Shizuo's sentence quiet down, before turning into a soft mumble, Izaya grinned. That was just too cute.
"Oh, but if I do shut up, how can I lecture you at the pros and cons of coming back to life? Or is it that you want my mouth doing something else? How naughty, Shizu-chan!"
Really, he needed to thank himself for coming up with the idea of the bloodstream. Blushing Shizuo was a sight that he could never get bored of.
"Alright, anyway, let's get started. Actually the whole situation isn't that complicated. The pros are really simple: you're alive. Nothing else worth of a note here."
Shizu-chan nodded. Really, how nice of him to not question the "nothing worth of a note" part. That left fun more time for later.
"The complicated part kicks in with the cons. Setting the not-so-nice resurrection process aside, there's also the problem of an invisible leash. It goes for fifty meters and once you go out of that range, the energy that keeps you breathing right now will rapidly leave you, annihilating you together with your soul. After that there's no more afterlife for you. You are quite literally bound to me, as it is."
Okay, so that part was actually a complete bullshit. The resurrection was a perfect process, with no shortcomings like that.
Though it hurt like a bitch.
Oh well, you can't have everything.
And yeah, maybe he was lying a little bit, but so what? It wasn't like a god could sin anyway. Plus, it was probably the easiest way to keep Shizu-chan close to him. And that had to be achieved at any cost.
"And how the hell have you came back, flea? I didn't see your flesh burning and growing anew, did I?
"Oh please, Shizu-chan, how many times do I have to remind you: I'm a god! I would only need to do so if I wanted to take human form once again. And I really don't feel like doing so, for the next few thousand years."
He spread his wings, dead set on showing them off as often as possible, now that he could.
Damn, how did he miss them.
Izaya's fingers traced the exposed skin of his thighs. Shizuo whimpered, only to be silenced by the other's lips on his own. He felt the raven's hair brushing over his neck. He wanted to touch Izaya too, but was unable to.
His limbs were bound to the bed's frame, making him defenseless.
The ex-informant pulled away from the kiss, instead sucking on his nipple, before biting down on it lightly.
The warmth was shooting straight to his groin. Shizuo blushed, feeling fingers pushing at his lips. He parted them slightly, moistening the digits with his tongue.
It felt great. Shizuo found himself wishing that it'd last forever.
But of course it didn't.
The traces left behind by the other hand, which was currently mapping the skin on his stomach, heated up.
It hurt.
He looked down and saw smoke coming from his skin. Izaya lifted his head, smirking at him, his eyes glowing with a hellish red color.
"You didn't seriously think that I would sleep with you, did you? As if, monster."
The fingers in his mouth dissipated, turning into a thick, acidic smoke, that started to fill his throat.
He felt himself suffocating. The heat was getting unbearable and he could smell his own skin burning.
Izaya cackled, revealing sharp, pointy teeth, before once again biting into his chest. This time, he wasn't delicate at all, ripping out a massive chunk of his meet.
*Gulp*
The raven swallowed, before licking the hot blood dripping from his mouth.
"Dream on, if you think that I would ever have feelings for a beast such as you. Even as it is now, you're getting more of my attention than you deserve."
Shizuo woke up with a startled gasp. He sat up in tangled sheets, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead. Nightmares sure as hell were a bitch.
And while Cunanan and anything similar to what he did were from some time a constant part of his dreams, the first part was new. And really disturbing.
He washed his face in the bathroom, before trying to get back to sleep. He failed miserably.
After they talked in the afternoon, Izaya declared that he needed to settle a few matters regarding his old job and buried himself with work.
Shizuo watched some TV and updated himself on what happened during their absence. Not much of a surprise, the main topic in regards to Ikebukuro was his and Izaya's death. Other than that, there were mostly gang activities which rapidly rose after the underworld's overseer went missing.
He went to sleep early, tired after the whole day. And that's were problems arose.
"Having problems with sleep, Shizu-chan? Well, I guess that's understandable, you did have it pretty rough recently. "
As the raven waltzed into the guest bedroom, Shizuo flinched with discomfort. After that dream, Izaya was probably the last person he wanted to see. Guess he just had to pray that the ex-informant would let it go.
"I'm just having some nightmares, nothing special. So now, after you checked up, could you please leave?"
"Worry not, my dear princess, for I will save you from those nighthags. Move over!"
*THUMP*
...
And of course his prayers were left unanswered. Instead, the damn god jumped into his bed, wrapping his arms around him.
"What the fuck are you doing, flea?! Get out of my bed!"
"No can do, Shizu-chan. What will happen to my reputation as prince charming if I let such a fair blonde maiden go? So stop worrying and allow your nightmares to be chased away by my strong, manly embrace."
"Are you drugged or something, Izaya? Apart from anything else, I'm higher than you. Drop that bullshit."
"Shhh, be quiet, Shizu-chan. Go to sleep."
Sighing, Shizuo came to a conclusion that the raven won't leave him. Unable to find any other solution, he adjusted himself in the other's embrace, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep.
After that, he fell asleep quickly enough to not even have time to ponder about how safe and well he felt.
The only thing he did notice was a difference between the heat from the nightmare and that warm feeling that spread through his chest as he listened to Izaya's soft breathing.
So, how was it, guys? I personally quite like this chapter, as this is the first proper one since I brought our poor Shizu-chan back to life. Anyway, please leave me some comments. They're what keeps me kicking.
Oh, also special thanks to Edainwen. That sweetheart's comments really made my day. Love you, girl!