Chapt. 11
The blonde's eyes blinked opened, the glaring rays of sunlight seeping through the window too much for his tired eyes. He didn't know what happened the previous night, but he vowed he'd never do it again. He felt terrible. Looking at his clock, he groaned when he noticed it was already past noon.
It was only when he made to move off the bed that he felt someone else's presence pressed tight against him, black hair tickling his chin.
What the...?
Looking down and waiting for his eyes to adjust to the light, it was awhile before he finally realized who it was in his bed, but when he did, he wished he hadn't.
"I-Izaya!" He choked, springing up. His head felt like it was being ripped in half, but at that point he really didn't give a fuck. What happened last night? Why was Izaya in his bed? And why were they naked?
The raven stirred, eyes opening slowly before he turned to look at the blonde. He stared for a little while, obviously letting everything sink in, before his eyes opened fully. "Shizu-Chan?"
"What the fuck did we do last night?" Shizuo almost screamed, looking down in horror. He had a banging headache, his mouth dry, and was nauseous as shit, but that was the only thing running through his mind. Don't tell me we...
"I don't know...what the hell am I doing here?"
"Wait, wait, we were at Erika's Halloween party and-"
"Halloween party? Halloween isn't for another two weeks," the informant spoke up suddenly, snapping the blonde out of his sentence.
The confusion swelled. "What? No, it was just yesterday..."
"It wasn't," Izaya argued.
"It- oh, God wait do you remember anything from the past two weeks?"
"What are you talking about?"
Shizuo was stunned until realization hit him. Without any warning or empathy.
So it had happened. He could tell; the look in the raven's eyes had faded, he wasn't smiling happily upon seeing the both of them together in the same bed, he wasn't...but how was that possible? Shizuo wasn't in love with him. Far from it, right? So...how?
"Get out," he growled suddenly, staring straight ahead at nothing in particular.
"What-"
"Get out!" He bellowed this time.
Izaya stared at him for barely a second before picking up his clothes without argument. Shizuo looked away as the raven left, hating himself. What had he done? How could he have...
He punched the wall beside the headboard, leaving a huge dent in it before looking at his clothes strewn on the floor, the evidence of their previous night still on the sheets. He was disgusted with himself.
Rushing into the shower, he turned on the water let it hit him in pelts. They were drunk. They were drunk and had sex. He couldn't remember a thing, the alcohol fogged up his mind, but he knew that much. But how had the spell wore off? He didn't love the flea, he DIDN'T. He chanted it like a mantra as he scrubbed himself down, calming down a little as he did. Once his shower was over, he finally felt like he could think straight again. Walking out of the bathroom to get a towel, he couldn't help but glance at his bed.
"Shit," he cursed. He couldn't look at it it without thinking; about Izaya, about that. Snarling, he trotted over to it before ripping the bedspread off, not bothering to be gentle. But as he held on to the cloth, breathing heavily, the memories suddenly started to resurface, one by one, jolted by the simple fabric.
He felt hands, roaming all over his body, shedding his clothes greedily, the warm breath ghosting over his skin. He heard the flea, sighing in pleasure, calling his name. He heard himself.
...ove you
He froze, his grip around the sheets loosening until they finally fell to the ground lightly. His mouth hung agape.
"...Fuck."
Before he knew it, he was dressed and rushing out of his house, hair still wet and slightly dripping. He had called Tom, asking, no, demanding, to meet up with no other explanation aside from 'something happened'. In his mind, he was replaying the scene over and over again although he tried to make it stop. It was tearing him to shreds.
When he neared the meeting place, a small cafe nearby, he felt just a little bit better seeing a familiar face in all the stress.
"Hey, Shizuo," Tom waved at him from a seat at the balcony.
Shizuo went over, sitting down opposite his companion.
"I was surprised you would want to meet so early considering the hangover you must be having," the brunette joked before noticing the look on the blonde's face. "Hey, what happened? What did you want to tell me?"
Shizuo frowned, avoiding eye contact, trying to think of the best way to explain the situation. "Last night, after the party, me and Izaya..." he couldn't go further. But it seemed he didn't need to.
"Oh, that."
"Wait, what? You know what happened?" Shizuo finally looked up.
"Everyone at the party actually. We could guess. You and him were pretty drunk, really drunk, and acting kind of...close. Halfway through, you two left and-"
"Fuck..." the debtor groaned, burying his face in his palms. He couldn't believe it; now half the town knew about it. But that wasn't the worse part. He took a deep breath. "Tom," he mumbled, playing with the edge of the checkered table cloth. "The spell, it...it wore off."
The words left his mouth in a tumble and by the time he wished them back, Tom was already staring, hard. "What, that's great, isn't it? Wait, but doesn't that mean-"
"Don't say it," he spoke lowly. If he heard it, those words, he would lose it. "I know what you're going to say, and it's completely impossible. But...last night, when I was with him, I remember...saying it." He sighed in frustration. "But I was drunk! I was drunk..."
"Yeah, but you know what they say. Your drunk words are your sober thoughts," Tom said with caution, already feeling his friend's distress. Of course, he hated seeing Shizuo so upset, but he knew it would happen sooner or later.
"But it's impossible! I'm not, I DON'T love him," the blonde fought back. "Yeah, it is impossible. It isn't true. But the good thing is now the spell has worn off, so things will go back to normal. I won't have to deal with him anymore. He probably hates me again, so he won't bother me now."
"Shizuo..."
"No, that's it, Tom. That's it. This 'thing' that was between me and the louse is over." he said, trying to feign the relief. "Its alright now," he nodded, but even he could tell he wasn't being convincing.
After all, deep within his subconscious, he didn't even believe his own words.
