Title: Anonymous.
Author: Heiwajima Shizuo.
Rating: T.
Warning: AU-ish, swearing, and innuendos. Rating might go up too.
Summary: Izaya and Shizuo have two major things in common: they both hate one another, and end up falling for an anonymous student they met over Raira's dating site. But what will they do in order to find out who they are? What'll happen when they find out who their anonymous really is?
Sorry about the mistakes! D:
Note: Though I don't know if I'm right or not, but according to my sources (also known as my aunts and uncles, lol) school in Japan starts in April. But I'm not entirely sure when it ends so... if anyone knows wanna tell me? xDD
Flopping onto my couch, I grab my remote and turn the TV on. After a few seconds of flipping through channels on my back, I leave it on the news channel. Since I love the human race, I must know what's going on with them. Hearing about disasters, people being raped, killed, and kidnapped—it's all so intriguing!
After realizing none of it is interests me, which is quite surprising condsidering the fact something is always going on, I drop the clicker on the coffee table in front of me and sigh. The only thing on the news are a bunch of screaming fans freaking out and fainting over Hanejima Yuuhei. It's stupid how they get so worked up over a celebrity without even knowing who they really are. For all they know, behind that pretty face and monotone voice, he might very well be a rapist.
Done with my musings over the stupid teenagers in today's society, my eyes flutter shut and my mind begins to think about the past couple of days. To be honest, the past few been exhausting. Besides the usual trouble making, and run-in's with the protozoan, my class has also been getting ready for the upcoming festival.
Though I found it stupid that they only started preparing only a few days ago, I did my part and helped in.
Surprising, isn't it? Me actually helping them with something as stupid as a school festival? But considering the fact that I was in charge of supervising everyone since the teacher didn't trust me touching anything, I found my job very enjoyable since I was allowed to yell at Namie without her back talk.
Thank God Shinra calmed her down and pulled her away from me everytime I did. Only God knows what she would've down to me with a hammer and few nails.
So now you may be wondering, 'what do you need a hammer and nails for?' Well, the answer is simple.
When we were deciding what to do with the class, one of the girls came up with the idea of setting up 'kissing booths' on one side of the room and then turn rest of the room into a pink and white, lovey-dovey cafe for people to eat sweets and other sugary things. Then some stupid girl came up with the idea that the cafe part be sort of like a host club where people can also spend time with students dressed up as waiters.
Despite the guys in the class being against the idea, the girls out numbered them. And since I apparently haven't helped out enough, the girls in my class are forcing me to work at the kissing booth and work as a host for a bunch of air-headed girls.
They said that if I was working at both the kissing booth and host club, our class would be guarateed to be successful. And since I'm wanted by most of the population of Riara, male and female, they said having me work at the kissing booth would make it a complete smash.
Though it was rather flattering, I am not willing to kiss just anyone for a buck. No way.
But because I was about to be forced into detention Shinra couldn't talk the teacher out of giving me, I agreed to work as a host. I'm pretty sure they aren't suppose to do any kissing.
Oh well. They should be happy I'm willing to do something. I mean, what the Hell do they want me to do? I can't hand people their sweets, talk to them, and kiss random people at the same time! I'm only one person, damnit.
Also, I've spent the last few days searching for my dear Yuki-san. But it's been useless, really, for I have come up empty handed and just even moore curious than I was before. Since Kida Masaomi isn't Yuki-san, though I was 100% convinced he was, I've been lost try to find who my mysterious match really is.
But since I couldn't go looking for Yuki-san with the small blonde trailing behind me like a puppy, I decided to end whatever we had going out between us. As soon as I told him we were through, tears starting forming in the corners of his amber eyes.
To be honest, I don't have a clue as to why he started to cry. We weren't dating or anything, and we just fucked like what? Once or twice? It's nothing to shed a tear about.
And now, after days of going through and reading our conversations over and over, I have yet to figure out who this Yuki-san really is.
It's shameful how even I can't figure out who he is. And even though it's never a good idea to go with a gut feeling, I feel as though the answer is right in front of me but I'm just over looking it. That I know who he is but I just haven't put all of the pieces together yet.
It's frustrating, really.
Either I'm not looking in the right direction, or I'm just not looking hard enough. Whichever one it maybe, come tomorrow at the festival, I will find out who Yuki-san is. Which reminds me…
Getting off my couch, leaving my TV on, I make my way towards my desk. After flopping into my chair and making myself comfortable, I turn it on and spin around for a few seconds. Pressing my heels on the ground to stop me from moving, I stare out my massive wall of a window.
School had just ended a while ago and though it was rather amusing, breaking a few hearts, it was overall quite dull. It probably has to do with the fact I haven't seen a certain blonde monster all day. Knowing him, he probably forgot how to tie his shoe laces and ended up staying home all day.
Laughing at the thought of the blonde lacking the ability to tie his shoes, which is probably true, I turn around to face my computer.
As I reach for the white mouse, I bring my other hand up to cover my mouth as a yawn. Just thinking about today is making me sleepy. Navigating the white little arrow towards the internet icon and opening it, I type in the school's website. After it loads, I log into the match maker part. I wonder if he's on—
Pop.
Yuki-san: Hey
Why look at that! It's as if he read my mind! How interesting!
Kanra-san: Heeeey~
Yuki-san: Are you still going to the festival tomorrow?
Kanra-san: Yepp!
Kanra-san: Other than the fact that my class is forcing me to go, how can I miss the opportunity of meeting you~?
Yuki-san: Forcing you? Are you in one of the classes that are performing or something?
Kanra-san: Not really.
Kanra-san: My class is doing some cafe thing and in the back of the room, we've got a kissing booth or two set up for all the lonely people in Raira. Not sure if we've made a second one, though.
Yuki-san: That's… interesting?
Kanra-san: Not really.
Kanra-san: I will be performing though.
Yuki-san: Oh really?
Kanra-san: I have to act like I actually like some of the people who come in.
Yuki-san: That's nice of you?
Kanra-san: Eh.
Kanra-san: The cafe part is also suppose to double as a host club kind of thing where people can socialize with the people serving food.
Yuki-san: Wait, you're being forced to be a waiter, right?
Kanra-san: Unfortunately.
Yuki-san: Then why not do something else?
Kanra-san: Because if I don't, my teacher will give me detention.
Yuki-san: Then work at the kissing booth?
Kanra-san: Can't. My lips are too delicious to let just anyone kiss.
Yuki-san: … Delicious?
Kanra-san: I bet if you knew who I was, you'd come and pay for a kiss from me~
Yuki-san: Sure.
Kanra-san: It's a dollar a kiss.
Yuki-san: And…?
Kanra-san: Just thought I'd let you get all your money saved up in case I do work at the kissing booth.
Yuki-san: Uhm, ok.
Kanra-san: The price might go up when I'm there so, I'm not sure.
Kanra-san: Haha! Oh well~
Yuki-san: Ok then.
Kanra-san: Ne! What's with the short replies all of a sudden?
Yuki-san: My hands are still kind of sore.
As I type a sarcastic and witty reply, he quickly messages me, causing me to erase it and type up a new reply.
Yuki-san: And it's not from doing what you're thinking of!
Kanra-san: And what was I thinking of then?
Yuki-san: Something sick, I bet.
Kanra-san: Anyways, I just wanted to tell you to meet me on the roof at 1:30
Yuki-san: But the roof is always closed off during festivals.
Kanra-san: Don't worry!
Kanra-san: I have my ways~
Yuki-san: I'm kind of scared to know what you're going to do in order to get up there, but ok.
Before I get a chance to reply, or even type for that matter, there is a knock on my door.
"Who is it?" I call from my seat behind my desk. That's strange, no one actully comes to visit me. The only time it's happened is whe Shinra and Namie walk with me and say for a while.
Knock. Knock.
"It's me."
Instantly, a smile makes it's way onto my face before it twists mischievously. After quickly saying good bye to Yuki-san, I turn off my monitor and make my way to the door. Going onto my toes, I look into the eye whole.
"Why look who decided to show up~" I say loud enough for the person on the other side to hear.
With an unamused grunt, he knocks on the door again. This time, with enough force to make the door shake a little. "Open up, kid."
"What's the magic word~?"
"Open up or I'm leaving. Now."
Immediately I stand back down and unlock the door before opening it, my grin still on my face. "So what brings you here, Shiki-san~?"
"I thought I'd visit. Afterall, your parents did hire me to keep an eye on you while you're living by yourself. And you're parents paid me and my men to protect you at all costs."
"Oh really? You came just to check if I was fine? Ne! I thought you came to visit me for something else~" I purr, stepping out of the way to let him in before closing the door with my foot.
"Pfft. Now tell me, why else would I be here, other than to check up on you?" He asks, his boring tone filling my ears with a hint of amusement. After seeing him look so indifferent and hearing his voice speak emotionlessly, it's very easy for me to notice the smallest change in his expression and voice at times.
Turning around to face me, I snake my arms around his neck and press myself against him, a devilish smile on my face. Though his expression would appear unchanged to everyone else, I can tell he's thinking the same thing I am. The look in his eyes... Hah.
It's like this everytime he comes to 'check up' on me.
We chat a little and after a few minutes, we end up fucking for hours until one of us gives up. Usually it get's to the point where it's until one of us passes out, really. And by until one of us passes out, I mean until I pass out.
"I thought you came to visit me so we could have a little fun~" I say leaning to whisper in his ear before giving it a small nip, grinding my hips against his softly. "Besides, the only time you do visit is when you're looking for a good fuck, right?"
"I usually come to make sure you're not dead. But every time I come to see you, it always leads to us going at it." He says, placing a hand on my hip and my smirk deepens as his hand trails lower and lower.
"So now you know that I'm well and breathing, why don't we get started, ne?"
Unwrapping my arms I have securely wrapped around his neck, I bring them between our chest and slide down onto my knees. From there, I unbutton and unzip his pants in front of me before pulling down his pants and boxers with practiced ease.
"No teeth." He commands, and I smirk.
"Yes, Shiki-san~"
"What? No!" I grab a pillow and throw it against the wall. Tom, who had been leaning against my wall, yelped, and stepped out of the way as I chucked my pillow. Even though it was just a pillow and not a book or something hadrer, I managed to throw with enough force to knock down picture frame hanging on the wall.
After sighing, Tom reached down and hung it back. Walking over towards the bed and flopping onto my springy mattress next to me, Tom looks at the screen curiously, "What happened?"
"He went off." I say only to have Tom chuckle. Cocking an eyebrow curiously, I look at him. "What's so funny?"
"What happened to the whole 'it's Shinra!' and 'it's Izaya!' thing? Weren't you scared of Kanra-san being either one of them?"
Lifting my hand off the keyboard of my laptop, I wave it off. "I got over that."
There is a tone of curiousity in Tom's voice as I close my laptop, "Oh really?"
"Yepp."
"Please, explain." Tom chuckles and I move off my bed with my laptop to go charge it. As I connect my charger into my laptop before plugging it into the outlet next to my desk, I speak.
"There isn't anything to explain. It just can't be Shinra and it just can't be Izaya. End of story." I say as a matter of factly.
"You're half right, if that makes any sense," After plugging it in, I slump against the wall next to my laptop and look at Tom in confusion.
"'Half right?'"
"You're right about Kanra-san not being Shinra, but you're wrong about him not being Izaya."
I roll my eyes and he continues, "Just listen to me, Shizuo. I've talked to Kyohei and Shinra about this—"
"YOU TOLD SHINRA—?"
"Don't worry! It's not him—!"
"How do you know?" I panicked as soon as he mentioned Shinra's name. If he talked to him about my thoughts about him possibly being Kanra-san then I'm fucked. Whether or not he is Kanra, it's still pretty damn awkward when you think about it.
"Because, Shinra didn't even sign up in the first place."
I stare blankly.
"Are you serious?"
"Why would I lie to you, Shizuo? Trust me." Though I have a little doubt left in me, by the way Tom's voice suddenly became serious. I'm going to have to take his word on it.
Speechless, I stare at him. It can't be Izaya. It just can't be. Sure he and Kanra have the same, sexual, strange way of talking but so do other people, right? And everything else, like his favorite color. Kanra said his is red and just because Izaya just so happens to wear red everyday doesn't mean it's his favorite too, right?
So what if Izaya happens to have two younger sisters just like Kanra? It's coincidence. And the same goes for everything else. It'a all just one, big, strange coincidence.
The chances of Kanra being Izaya are highly unlikely because it just can't be him.
It just can't.
... Can it?
A/N: I AM SORRY FOR UPDATING THIS SO SLOWLY YET I HAVE TIME FOR OTHER FICS. I just want this one to be perfect ;n;
Anyways thanks for the reviews, favorites, and alerts! Oh! Btw, if you guys didn't know, I have new fics x) Here they are:
Down With Love!: Rule #1, no matter how cute he is, don't fall in love. Rule #2, no matter what he makes you feel, don't fall in love. Rule #3, no matter what happens, don't fall in love. Rule #4, no matter how much you long for him, don't fall in love. And most importantly, rule #5, don't fall in love! - Basically it's Izaya as a nanny working for Shizuo and yeah, there's more of an explaination in the first chapter. lol.
Toys: In which Shizuo decides to use the interesting things he finds in Izaya's closet in bed. YAOI. PWP. - Awh yeah (; LOOOL.
Popsicle: Highschool one-shot. About Izaya's 'interesting' way of eating a popsicle and the reactions it gets out of a certain protozoan. - Oh! There's an important question at the bottom so please answer it after reading it, thank you!
And yeah, bye for now! ^^