A/N: This is pretty much an AU of what would happen if Shizuo didn't gain his crazy and amazing strength until much later in life. If Shizuo's strength didn't come until to the current timeline in this story, it would a profound effect on his life.
This IS going to be an Izuo as in Izaya x Shizuo in that order; so if you don't like, don't read.
This story is seriously taking a toll on my brain and I have school now and it's seriously taking a toll on my free time. On the other hand, I find that I completely hate geometry. I should've just skipped onto Algebra 2 with Calculus like everyone else. On the track of the story wise, I thought that I maybe bump up the fan service I usually provide to lime. Not really sure where to pin point lime in the hotness-o meter, but I know it's less than lemon. What do you guys think?
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! Shizuo or Izaya. Slight warning on Shizuo's increasingly foul language over the series. If you hadn't noticed, he swears a LOT when he's having his "time of the month… or year". If anyone wants me to change the rating on this story because of that, then just PM me.
Edit: I'm terribly sorry if you guys got an update in the box and it turns out its not an update at all! I just found somethings that didn't go through the editing documents as planned *palm face*
Izaya watches over the crowds of people, keeping his eye on his affectionately dubbed Tanaka Taro-kun, though to the rest of the world, he was known as Ryuugamine Mikado. The boy with a grandiose name that didn't seem to match his timid personality if they didn't know the secrets this young teen held like he did. Oh yes, Mikado had revealed himself as the Dollars leader that Shizuo, the courier and himself were a part of. He was cynical at the simple thought that this soft hearted human was the head a such a huge and colorless gang. Though that was the simple truth and he got over his doubts quickly. The present situation seemed to help ease the thought of what Mikado actually was. Though he was watching the nervous teen, he also making sure that Shizuo was still besides him every few seconds. No need more for taller man to wander off without his supervision, he wouldn't want the other to "missing" again.
At the moment, Shizuo is looking at a cigarette stand with clear want written all other his chiseled features, if Izaya has his facts correctly (which they are), his future lover had dabbled in delinquency for a while before becoming a model in his younger years, quitting because the cancer sticks weren't the best image for his newly built reputation which was venerable at the time. This short rebellion against the authority figures in his life included smoking. Whether the other still smoked a pack of Mild Sevens or not was still up in the air for discussion.
Shizuo turns to him and speaks in a gruff and impatient voice as if would distract his mind from his nicotine addiction, "What time is this shit happening Izaya-kun?" He replied without missing a single beat, "Patience my sweet honey~ you might need more where we're heading." Izaya every teasingly stretches the newest addition to the growing list of pet names he keeps for the other. Though not without affection, oh how he paints his words with love though only for Shizuo and the rest of mankind. Not much an only, but it didn't mater.
It would seem that every time he repeats process of the lingering looks and the strangely soft spoken words like he truly likes the other (which he wasn't supposed to, he simply just wanted to obtain the man wholly), Izaya finds that lie becoming more true than it had before. He discovers himself falling more and more for Shizuo with every single about the other and himself every time. When had he grown so weak? He thinks of that every time they are apart, that he wanted the other besides him with each conquest he makes in the path to awakening the Irish fairy's head. If only momentarily because they're like the opposite ends of two magnets as they attract each other without really trying. He couldn't stay too far away from Shizuo and Shizuo couldn't stay too far away from him, not if he could help it.
The thoughts of how disgusting he had become in such a short time, how he starts to feel slight resentment for the idol because of how he makes him feel... Those kinds of thoughts don't even come into his mind when he was with the brunette, his conscious doesn't allow him to waver too long from his most beloved and his most beloved's reactions. It's scary, he'll admit, at how fast things are processing without the other's notice and without his at times. He hesitates every now and again before trying to pull himself back, reminding that he is above such human actions and feelings.
It is because he was above it all, Izaya analyzed the emotions that his sweet humans were feeling. How they can love and hate at the same time, but are consumed by their own greed at the end. It's purely revolting about how Shizuo changes him so much with so little time and without even doing so much. Not even another full meeting with the other has passed since he decided what his pounding chest and his perplexed mind had meant, all this has already happened.
The person who said that romance couldn't be rushed was a lying ass that Izaya wouldn't hesitate in stabbing to death with ever so handy switchblade.
The idol on the other hand, doesn't seem so much as effected by all the confusing factors coming into his life as much Izaya. Though the face the other was making presently made him want to rethink that last statement, the other's face was actually looking at him as if deeply disturbed, his mouth gaping open and his eyes commercially wide. Shizuo seems to continue on having some facial spasms for a couple more seconds although it was already all too much for Izaya to not comment on.
"Careful Shizu-chan," he croons "Your pretty face might be stuck that way if you keep making that expression."
Shizuo shoulders shake as his head ducks, Izaya leans over to peak at what kind of fact the other is making and is slightly caught off guard when Shizuo takes a tight hold of his shirt and pulls Izaya's face violently to his face with a now angrily confused expression that Izaya had become acquainted with overtime "Don't do that Shinra act! You're going to give me an allergic reaction to your newly added level of fucking creepiness."
He isn't surprised by the other's comment about how eerily he acts around the celebrity, though what he is surprised about is the reference to his uncertified medical friend. His eyebrows furrow, "How am I acting like Shinra, Shizzy?"
The other mouth opens to speak, though no words come out at first while a soft pink heat starts to omit from the idol's attractive face. When the words do finally come out, they come out in a slow drawl that is a tone lower than Shizuo's usual voice, "Don't use sweet words on me like that white coated weirdo does, I'm not your freaking woman. This cheesy façade you put up is just letting people see your image; they aren't really looking at you. They are just looking at some fucked up performance, you're lying and I can't stand liars."
Izaya pauses and lets the words sink in, so his dear Shizuo meant if the idol was able to act how he wanted around him, then he should act naturally with the other? He simply laughed at such an idealistic speech and laid his forehead against the brunette's. There is no true self for him to present to anyone, though he'd just let the other think what he want because in the end, this beautiful weapon of his would just have to learn to live with all pretty little liars in the world like everybody else.
Shizuo finally released his grip on the other's shirt (more like shoving him backwards with enough force to stop an in motion truck) and turned his head away from Izaya to go back to looking mournfully at the cigarette stand nearby. What he give to smoke a pack without having to worry about his damn lungs. When sweet freedom of retired life came, he was going to buy cartons of the cancer sticks like crazy. While he enjoyed the tranquility of life and all that shit he was also the type to live life to the fullest and die early. There wasn't really a point of having to restrain himself from the good things in life if he was just going to be unhappy about it later.
It was something he liked to live by and enjoyed the company of people who were straightforward with him most of the time. Though why was that he was hanging out with someone who was the most mysterious of all?
As they waited for that Ryuugasaki kid (or was it Ryuugamine? He should've bothered to listen closer when the kid was introducing himself) to finish whatever he was doing. Izaya prodded his shoulder, "Shizu-chan, look. There is Mikado-kun's prey." His eye followed to the person Izaya was gesturing too. He wasn't able to discern anyone for a while since the area was really crowded tonight though Shizuo finally noticed a dark haired woman finally approach the lone male teenager. There was an exchange or words from what he could see, though their expressions were too far away for him to make out what this whole thing was all about. Nonetheless, he watched the actions and body language. The lady seemed smug as the self righteous aura surrounded the air around the two, Ryuugamine just seemed tense. Oh so tense.
The invisible pressure around the two was almost tangible.
Between the two, there were overly flashy hand movements and waving arms that went along with their actions. Shizuo simply just watched. Finally the lady raised her hand in some signal; Ryuugasaki shook with his cell phone in hand while rising in the air also. It was a strange movement though he didn't really have time to think about it as a flurry of ring tones blared throughout the air. Murmurs swept through the area as the crowd came alive with movement. A whole lot of people started to check their blaring cell phones as the next one started ring not even a second later.
Shizuo glanced around in interest, that was a hell lot of text messages people were getting. Technology had upgraded more so than the last time he took it slow to watch the world around him. The air continued to chime and soon enough, his cell phone (which he retrieved from the metal structure he had planted it in earlier that day) joined in. It vibrated in his pocket; he took it out without much thought.
As he flipped open the screen, he was met with a text message that only read [The people who aren't looking at the text on their phones right now are our enemies. Don't attack them; simply just stare at them.] The sender was from the admin from the Dollars website, wasn't that Ryuugasaki? He looked up to see the teen, he was disappearing amongst the crowd.
From his left, Izaya's phone rang too "This is more than I expected. Its so much fun huh, Shizu-chan?"
They exchanged looks; there was a certain intensity that left him feeling unsettled. He established himself on the square cement platform Izaya was standing on and started look back over the crowd. "I didn't think we'd be playing Where's Waldo when the kid set this whole thing up. Though whatever this is," he looked into the crowd and saw the woman from before panicking along with some men in black suits, "it really does seem interesting." His interest started to rise with every second and in a way, made him feel excited. Adrenaline started to pump through his veins, a welcome excitement compared the adrenaline that came whenever he was angry.
By all the screens that lighted up throughout the masses, to know that there was this many people in Dollars made him feel like a part of something useful and hey, if it helped Celty with whatever she wanted, it probably was useful. She seemed pretty distressed when they let guys in the van go before the kid's choice words seemed to spike up her hopes.
The haughty lady from before and a group of men dressed in black suits like a god damn organization of villains shifted through the mob, they must be the ones that the kid wanted everyone to look at for some reason. They weren't looking at their cell phones. All else failed to reach his notice when a horse's neigh sounded clear throughout the night's sky, cutting through all other noises the large crowd was making. From above, a bloody red moon hung in clear contrast to the darkness. Sounds of astonishment were made. A voice rung overhead, it was filled with what sounded like female fury and realization. Female fury was something he had done his best to avoid in his small life span because you never knew what would happen, the opposite gender was unpredictable after all.
Shizuo followed upturned heads only to see Celty of all people (if you counted her as a person) scaling down a building wall on her motorcycle. It made sense that she was able to defy the laws of gravity on the account of her being, you know, not really human and all. She twisted angrily on her bike as the huge scythe she was carrying scraped against the cemented parapet of the Sunshine City's side. His jaw gaped open in disbelief. He couldn't believe the sight before him, he even scrubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't just imagining this all.
He murmured, "Celty." Worry coursed through his veins and he swore to pound the shit out of whatever was making her upset. He had never seen her so angry before. She was Celty after all, gentle Celty who never said a single word and merely communicated through her PDA. Celty who listened to his long rants and Shinra's affections. Celty who drove him to Shinra's place whenever the damage was dealt on his stupid body. Celty who didn't abandon him on the night of his kidnapping when he fainted from the overwhelming pain even though they were strangers at the time.
The out of character anger and violence he tried to stay away from unsettled him quite a bit, though it didn't matter when his friend was hurting.
Her tires screeched against the pavement when she dropped safely to the ground in the middle of a ring men in the black suits from before. The rest of the crowd back just enough to stay away from
the danger, though close enough so they could continue to witness what was happening. Izaya's hand gripped his shoulder, reminding him to restrain himself while the smooth voice muttered in his ear before he could jump up to smash some fucking faces in, "Careful Shizuo. It isn't your fight. Let her handle things."
Words were echoed in the air, " I exist." Shizuo stilled and watched one of the only people he could now call a friend swing the huge weapon in her dainty hands that looked over twice her weight at the dark suited men as they charged at her with metal prods of some sort. She was able to defeat with one simple swing after another with an air of professionalism he had never witnessed until now. The angry female voice from before continued to wrap the vicinity as the attackers slumped to the ground one by one as Celty dealt out heavy blows that somehow left the men whole, not half like he had expected. Though that didn't stop the man Shizuo already seen sneaking behind her, before anyone could stop him he shouted, "Celty! Look at out!"
She turned in the direction of his voice, but it was too late. The fucker's weapon made contact with her yellow helmet and the head gear snapped out of place. Shizuo may have already knew what was coming, but that still didn't prepare him in the least when underneath the helmet. She stood there in the middle of her attackers with her scythe in her small hands with only smoke billowing out of her newly revealed neck.
For one whole moment, the whole area was quiet despite the screams and shouting not only a second ago. Without even turning, he could tell the stares were practically burning holes through Celty like a freaking atomic laser like nobody has ever seen before. While everyone was making canon beams from all their eyes at his headless friend, Izaya simply just crouched behind him with his hand still biting into Shizuo's shoulder. He didn't really care for turning around and seeing what face the other was making because there was a good chance he'd regret it (though what he'd regret, he wasn't too sure of) so he instead focused on the rumbling crowd that started to freak at what they were seeing, Celty's true form.
Cameras and phones were whipped out in record timing as the flashing started to commence, he felt sudden anger at those people. She was some zoo animal to looked at in awe (even if she was fucking damn amazing), she was (like) a human too (sort of, the whole technically terms were too confusing to mess with). She was at least more humanly than most of people than he had ever met in his career as a singer at least.
His fists were already tightening into its furious hold, but he never got the chance to exercise his illegal rights to beat the shit out of people. Those crowd of people were already scattering about, many hands flung in the air as they screamed for their lives like she was grim reaper coming to take their souls. She seemed to grow angrier at every scream that came from those ignorant people's lips.
All though with the scythe thing she was swinging around, it was kind of an understandable. Not that they should be so scared when they've never given her a chance.
Shizuo listened to the pain in the voice he finally understood was his friend's, Celty was in pain "I'm here. That's right, I'm here" His thoughts were consumed with even more worry to the point were he couldn't really see anything else around him except her furious form , the only thing he was aware other than that at the second was Izaya's painful gripping sinking harder into his shoulder.
Izaya would have never suspected that this many people would show up simply because Mikado had asked them to, he could help, but smile in glee. Such raw potential in the other, the level of the teen's naïve nature was well beyond his expectations. Sure the male was cautious in all he did, though that didn't cover how he couldn't see that his wish to live an abnormal life would be his undoing. He wanted to live an idealistic world without wrong doings and justice, he believed in such fantasy like thoughts it was almost laughable as Shizuo's pacifist ways.
What Tanaka Taro didn't know was that by thrusting himself in this world of headless dullahan's and men who could uproot lamp posts with a single hand, he was dooming himself to living a normal life when danger became routine and when there would be no excitement left for him in life. He would have to continuously have to try and find new things to do, new things to play with. Perhaps Shizuo too, would become boring to him one day. Though with Mikado, by gaining the control of this over sized gang, he was allowing himself to becoming the second pawn in this intricate game that Izaya liked to play.
First Kida's own gang of miscreants, then Mikado's, Niekawa's remaining sanity was ever so slowly coming even further apart as Saika tore from the insides. He had the black rider in his hands literally; she still didn't know that the missing head she failed to locate was in his hands. Not to mention his greatest treasure among them all, his fingers dug hard enough into the music artist's shoulder to leave bruises though the brunette didn't flinch, not even once.
With the man besides him as his unknowing witness, he would build these people up and crush them down against in the filthy dirt. Multiple times if needed.
The black rider raised her hands towards the deep red moon after thoroughly defeating her adversaries, but didn't bother to pay attention her anymore. He was already refocusing his view on the young Dollars leader and the approaching brother of a certain Yagiri Namie. Yagiri Seiji was filled with delusional obsession for the Irish fairy's head. The insane look spread over Namie's younger brother's face and in his hand, was a pointed scalpel ready to take down anyone by any means necessary that got it the way of his obsession.
The exchange of words finally began, although not so much as words, but verifying young Mikado's identity before Yagiri Seiji charged at yet another obstacle in his ridiculously neurotic love. Before the sharp object made its way into the Dollars leader's abdomen, the dullahan who also spied the upcoming debacle rushed in before Mikado and receiving the blow instead. Izaya would be correct in guessing that such petty knife work wouldn't work on the headless woman despite the fact that she was now pressing her hands against the wound. For the most part, she didn't seem too affected.
Even though she wasn't too terribly hurt, Izaya wasn't able to stop Shizuo from leaping up and running past the stunned people to reach the headless courier, not that he wanted to. Izaya leisurely followed behind, his mind thought about how exciting this all was. This arc of the story was nearing its end, soon all would be revealed and there would be no feelings spared for the weak. Ahead of him, the idol was shoving people out of the way none too gracefully.
When the reach the problem of this whole chaotic mess, Celty was already smacking Seiji's hand that held the scalpel with her bright yellow cat helmet. The love crazed teen showed disgust on his face towards all that got in the way between him and his so called "true love", raising the scalpel one last time before starting to charge once again.
A long pale limb shot out and cuffed Seiji by the neck, let it be known throughout the town of Ikebukuro that Heiwajima Shizuo had officially arrived. The furious man raised the teen in the air like one would with a kitten (though in admittedly a non-friendly way that would get PETA knocking on your door soon enough) and held him away from his thin body as Seiji swung his scalpel wildly, trying to get away.
Izaya took another second to appreciate the truly furious look on Shizuo's face, the anger, the raw burning ferocity and violence was personified through the other's being. It was also warning to all those who came near that their neck was likely going to be snapped in half if you dared anger Shizuo. He shivered in pure excitement and in slight arousal. The violent and unfocused wide golden colored eyes that said they would annihilate you within mere seconds if needed spoke more words than Izaya could ever read not to mention the baring off his pearly white teeth like so animal in the wild.
He wouldn't be surprised if an inhumanly growl came out of the other's mouth. His heart was beating so fast at the mere sight of this single human once again and of all the possibilities. Izaya didn't bother to control himself this time around. The thoughts that passed through his head were overwhelming, but he didn't stop to actually think of his actions as he continued to watch.
Shizuo started to sneer at the younger male, "What the hell do you think you're doing you fucking punk?"
Seiji continued to tried to destroy everything that got in his way to Celty (the head part, not the body) without much success "Get the hell off me! All obstacles between me and Celty's love will be obliterated, no matter who gets in the way."
If possible, Shizuo's eyes widened even more as his teeth grinded together and roared deeply, "Well this Heiwajima Shizuo says you shouldn't stab people regardless of that and I'm pretty sure Celty doesn't want to be near a piece of crap like you." With that Shizuo spun around with Seiji still in hand and whipped the boy around like he was a second-hand rag rather violently before Seiji too, boarded Heiwajima Airlines and sailed through the air in an ungraceful manner like all the others. A fate Izaya was able to deny for so long.
The flailing of limbs didn't help the teen much before he crashed on the opposite side of the building they were near. The people who had stayed behind to witness the end of the scheme screamed in terror of this brand new addition to the monster count in the crowd, little did they know that Shizuo was just simply a human with an unimaginable strength. The remaining left of the population occupying the streets started to head for the hills.
Izaya dared to venture near the fallen body of Namie's dear brother (where was the loving older sister when her beloved brother needed her most? Nowhere to be seen) and bended over the battered body as Seiji struggled to get up. From the corner of his eye, he saw the idol stalking over to them with a murderous look on his face.
He said aloud, "You really shouldn't piss off Shizuo, Seiji-kun" Celty and Mikado joined Shizuo in his walk towards them though in an unsteadily matter, most likely because of all these new revelations. Seeming unsure to make of this sudden appearance and this crazed teenager. They surrounded the boy, Seiji, how funny that some of Ikebukuro's most dangerous and powerful figures all gathered in around this single weak human who fought to hold up his clenched scalpel right.
Before they could administer any more pain or questions, a shrill female scream yelled for them to stop where they were. Izaya already knew who it was and didn't bother to look at the young girl's face. He instead looked for the reaction of his companions, his view finally resting Shizuo's frowning face. His heart, as you could say, fluttered? Such feminine words to describe such a feeling though he had taken time in crafted female personas over the internet so he deemed himself worthy enough to be allowed this type of vocabulary. Though his mind likes to label the celebrity as his over and over in bright lettered words that no one else would be able to deny later on.
Because Shizuo was his after all, all these reactions were something he allowed. No one else was able to conjure all these emotions inside the other, not while he wasn't pulling the strings. All of this was able to happen because he was the one who directed Seiji there, sure the subordinate of Namie was the one to spill where his sister was and where Harima Mika could possibly be, but Izaya made extra sure that Seiji would be able to find them all. He was also the one who pushed Namie into operating on the poor stalker of her brother. He was the one who cornered Shinra and put the idea that he could lose Celty if she ever regained her head back.
Oh yes, the confusion that was painted over the pretty face of his to be lover made his heart pound viciously and he could only wait as Harima Mika took the stage to finish all of the unanswered question that seemed to be plaguing the Celty and young Mikado the most.
Shizuo watched as the foreign looking girl that came between them and the guy who had the psycho hots for Celty (as if she didn't already have enough weird suitors with Shinra in the picture). She looked frightened even as she made a bunch of excuses for the weird guy. While on the verge of tears that made him feel slightly guilty, Ryuugamine finally spoke with recognition, "Harima Mika-san? Am I right?"
The kid continued, "You're the Harima Mika-san, the one who was killed Yagiri-kun, right?" the girl flinched as the one who he guessed to be this Yagiri. She sorrowfully apologized to the guy behind her who was watching on with stunned disbelief, she explained about how she wasn't dead, how she had come to fall in love with this mentally screwed up kid. How after her supposed death, this dude's sister had someone operate on her to look like some head.
One name stuck out above all others, Celty. The girl was trying to be Celty for him. It was all too confusing for him to take in. As his headless friend drove away on her motorbike, Izaya slinked up behind Yagiri and spoke in a condescending tone, "To put it bluntly, you couldn't' even tell the difference between the real one and a fake. You aren't in love with that head, you're just in love with the image. Sucks to be you." Shizuo watched Izaya's eyes flickered over towards him, their gazes met and that same tingling sensation began again in his chest. It was reminder of his own word from before.
The same process whenever the other was near began all over again. A process that he had come to despise, lightheaded feeling and the need to smile back at the other was overwhelming, but he had managed to keep the frown on his face just barely.
The stunned teen sank to the ground while the Harima girl tried to console him, the Ryuugamine kid spoke up again while sheepishly rubbing the back of his head. He added in about how it was commendable that Yagiri risked his life to save the fake Celty. He thoroughly explained the situation, finding both the faults in the two, yet talking about how they endangered their existence for each other. It sounded like he was encouraging the two to stay with each other.
Izaya was already walking away from the scene, Shizuo looked back and forth from the other's retreating back and the awkwardly ironic scene before him. The look the red eyed man sent over his shoulder towards him finally allowed him to break the mold as he chose to follow the bastard for some god damn answers about what this whole thing was about. Those brilliant red eyes spoke more than Izaya did at times, they said they held the answer to all the secrets and confusion plaguing him.
He jogged forward to catch up with the other. Izaya was standing still, waiting for him. Shizuo caught Izaya's arm and dragged him into a far away alley, he didn't even bother to scan the surroundings to make sure if anyone else was around before he slammed the man into the bricked wall. Warm air brushed against his cheeks as he knocked the air out of the other's lungs, Shizuo pulled back.
"Flea, what the hell was that all about?" He wanted answers and the man was the only one that seemed to hold them. He didn't understand this all, what Izaya was trying to show him.
As Izaya started to gain back his bearing, he gave him a weak smirk. "Don't you see what we're getting into, what you're getting into? You know that you will eventually leave that superficially world of fake stars and body parts. I'll take you from one world of liars to another because I'm not the only one. Don't you see Shizuo? This is just a mere taste of what will come, only till then will you realize that I'm doing you a favor by preparing you for it." The sentence became more pronounced with a full blown smug smile.
Izaya heckled him even more, "It's fun, huh Shizuo?" The ever present smile only served piss him off even more.
Fury. Anger. Vehemence. Rage. Ferocity. Resentment. All of these emotions tore through his chest and shot towards his hands, they itched to hurt someone as his vision became painted in red. Before he could stop himself, his hands swung backwards then forward to meet Izaya's face. All his hatred towards the world and how unfair it was at the moment was concentrated into that one punch, all the abhorrence only met the brick wall behind Izaya's head, putting a cracked indent into the building's side.
With quick realization he turned wildly around to see where the other had went, he had only saw a flash of silver when pain blossomed in his chest. He saw flickers of red spray onto the alley's floor. Before him stood Izaya with particularly nasty look on his face, so damn fucking smug and in his head, was a single sharp switch blade. Looking more deadly than that kid's medical scalpel from before. Before, Yagiri held his weapon with clumsy determination to make up for the awkward hold, Izaya held the switchblade with a cool air of profession. It was like a bucket of cold water was poured over his head, leaving him drenched with realization from head to toe with this new fucked up toy the son of a bitch brought to the game.
"See? It's fun, isn't it?" Shizuo just glared with all the left over revulsion he could summon (which was unsurprisingly, a lot) at the other while clutching the remains of his shirt and the bleeding wound. Izaya held his knife steadily towards without hesitation towards him and strutted forward like he was the god damn king of fucking Britannia. While as much as he would like to smack that haughty look off Izaya's face, he also liked living and something inside him that the bastard wasn't kidding him like he usually like to. He could believe the fact that Izaya was swift on his feet and at his hands, it wouldn't take long for the other to shank him with his knife.
It was only then when he remembered with a startling revelation about all the anxious look Celty was sending before on the stairs, she was silently warning him about Izaya, to be afraid. About how dangerous he was though she couldn't tell him with the other right there, if only he had known sooner. An uneasy feeling crept this body, the world grew cold as he took a step back with every step Izaya took forward, and it was only a matter of time before he hit the wall behind him. It was a tight alleyway after all so there wasn't a lot of space to escape.
He stood there against the wall as Izaya held his knife at chest, the sharp tip only a couple centimeters away from sinking into his already wounded chest. The cruel look on the other's face twisted further. The smile on Izaya's lips widened even farther though the eyes, the blood red eyes that only pulled Shizuo beyond all the madness that lie there, softened greatly all the while pulling Shizuo closer to the other. Magnetizing. This man was unlike all the others he had met before, it was like he was from some other world or universe. Izaya was trying to lead him somewhere, that much was true, though were was something he didn't know. Every time he was with the man, it hurt, but when they were apart, it tore him in half.
Shizuo needed to feel whole, no matter what the outcome was. No matter how much the red eyed bastard infected with his horrible poison, he couldn't practically feel whatever innocence he possessed rotting off.
His chest ached all over again, the need to do something was overriding his senses though he didn't know what. He never knew what, what to do whenever this man was around him and what this man did to him. Confusion bleed through his thoughts and emotions, his chest ached so terribly that he might burst from the inside.
The idol looked bewildered as Izaya continued to stare at him as lovingly as he could. Sweet sweet Shizuo, silly silly Shizuo. He still didn't know who he was dealing with. While the other was able to get a good shot every once in a while, Izaya was able to evade most of the attacks the other liked to throw. It was so amusing that he couldn't understand that Izaya would always be two steps ahead of him, ahead of everybody. The confused look on the other's face all too much to bare, Izaya's heart was beating so fast that it might implode. He focused all his affection towards humankind into this single gaze for this single human despite the sharp switchblade that he still held towards the other's chest at an uncomforting short distance for the idol.
Izaya… he adored this one human and yet at times hated him for the things that the other did that he couldn't control, or was he even human? Shizuo was so hypnotizing in everything he did. He was starting to think that maybe this man beneath his hold was actually the devil in disguise who had come to distract from his righteous path to Valhalla (it could be believable when dullahans roamed the earth). Could someone who was so painfully human be not human? Shizuo continued to baffle him whenever he didn't react accordingly to Izaya's plan. Though if someone had to be a demon in this whole hilarious situation, it would more likely be him. He was the one tempting people with sin, sin that the other man detested. Perhaps he was an angel instead who spiraled down a deadly path that the man's lord sent him on?
Regardless of what Shizuo was, he didn't care. Such a funny creature this one was, he wanted the other, he needed the other. He was consumed was the thoughts of how to keep Shizuo by his side forever. Was this obsession or was this love? He couldn't pick one, but did he really? There was a fine fine line that separated the two and he would just allow the two of them blur if he had to. This single human being was poisonous to his individual that affected all his thoughts and actions, the brunette could ruin all his plans and yet…
Before Izaya could stop himself and think, he was already leaning forward and captured Shizuo's lips. It was a process he had done many times over to gain the trust of a female too many times to count though his lips never tingled just so when his mouth overlapped another's. The moment was unbelievably soft compared to the speed he was in moving at into this fast paced relationship. The warmth from Shizuo's lips spread throughout his body and left him feeling hot. He wanted more, he wanted to do more.
Though he pulled away before the single tender moment soured when Shizuo got ready to punch him, Izaya wanted to kiss the other again, but there would be time for that later. Instead, he backed away with his hands held up in peace. Izaya watched as the heavy emotions swirled over the other's face. Disgust. Confusion. Among other things, all mixed together with slightly glazed over golden eyes that stared rather weirdly at him. Though when those amazing eyes came into focus...
While he was expecting an uppercut to his jaw, he wasn't anticipating Shizuo's nimble hands to hook around his neck to pull him back in.
I've come to notice that my writing has change quite a bit since I started this story, there is for some reason, a hell of a lot more details and writing. Shizuo's POV used to be much simpler though overtime it has become more thorough while Izaya's has gotten even more complex. Not to mention my lengths for each chapter has gotten much longer. I seriously need to pace myself.
Btw, the first Durarara special is OUT! Commence the hundreds of female squeals that can make your ears bleed! Though only the raw is out D: Gotta love the ENGRISH (fail English) in the episode though. I didn't even notice it was out till now because I distracted by the new ending of Kuroshitsuji2 which for some reason really unsettled me. That ending gave people what they finally wanted, but it just felt so wrong. On so many levels, at least for me.
Forgive me Seiji, even though I said I really liked you in the last chapter of this story, I used you as the punching doll ;A; Well Shizuo wins priority in my mind so it's all justified. Though I don't think Seiji is a piece of crap at all! That is just Shizuo being all pissy because he doesn't like the fact that guys that stab Celty are also hitting on her (because he doesn't understand about the head thing yet).
So yeah, they finally kiss in this chapter despite how short it is. Review and maybe they'll be action later? I'm so cruel to ask reviews for fan service. Not that I really care.