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Blood Broker
The sun shone through the one window in the room, making the room seem smaller than it was as it only illuminated a tiny area of the room. The light shining on Izaya's face made him squeeze his eyes shut, waking him up. He threw his arm over his eyes to keep the light out and groaned lowly as he just wanted to sleep. He was so wore out and his head was pounding like a bitch. For some reason…oh…yes…last night. Izaya slowly removed the arm from his eyes and looked over to the blonde that raced away from him and the sun.
A small smile spread over his face, unbeknownst to him. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked over at the bartender. A funny feeling started to settle in his stomach along with the sudden pains of last night. His smile slipped as he tried not to move too much.
"Shizu-chan really is a brute." He said fondly. He brushed away the hair from his eyes and felt string under his fingers. The eye patch. He stared into the face of the familiar stranger.
It was in that moment that he started to regret the night's previous actions. This was Shizu-chan but it wasn't his Shizu-chan. His Shizu-chan would have never done anything like this, he wouldn't be seen dead in the same room as Izaya yet alone the same bed. How was that fair?
Izaya lay back in the bed and cuddled up to Shizuo in an odd display of vulnerability. He could have this right?
Shizuo turned around and wrapped his arms around Izaya. The little raven froze before putting his arm over Shizuo's waist and snuggling into the warm, toned body.
Just for a little while. I can have this.
An hour later Izaya woke again, Shizuo was still sleeping. The Raven sat up, he couldn't stay in bed any longer. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood on shaky legs. His back was killing him. It throbbed but he didn't mind it. It was proof that last night actually happened.
He looked around for something to wear, just for the moment. What he found was one of Shizuo's shirts and his boxers. He put them on, buttoning the shirt up and having to roll up the too long sleeves every two seconds before he got to the last button.
He took one last glace at the sleeping Shizuo before he walked out he room, he ran a hand through his unruly hair trying to get rid of the bed head. Yawning he walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He looked inside and frowned at the lack of food. He settled for a bottle of mineral water. He uncapped the bottle not knowing how thirsty he was until the water hit his tongue. He drank the whole bottle in seconds and reached for another. At the same time he pulled out milk, eggs and after some searching, flour.
He started to whisk a pancake batter, heating a ring on the cooker and pouring it into a pan. He started to make pancakes without really thinking about what he was doing. He had made them countless times for his sisters so it seemed like second nature.
Sisters….the blood. Izaya slipped the last pancake onto a plate and turned off the hob. He walked silently back into Shizuo's bedroom. The blonde had pulled the covers over his head. Izaya made his way over to his jeans and fished out a little piece of paper from them.
He snuck back into the kitchen. Now what had he done with his cell? He couldn't remember where he'd put it or the wad of cash he had store in his back pocket. He groaned. Kida's, I left it at Kida's. Ignoring his better judgement to picked up the house phone but quickly put it down again. He couldn't let this be trailed back to Shizuo. It would ruin everything.
Arms suddenly wrapped around his waist and pulled him into a warm embrace. "Good morning, beautiful." Shizuo whispered into his neck before kissing it and moving away. "Wow. You made pancakes!"
Izaya turned around slipping the note into the waist band of his boxers. "Morning, Shizu-chan? It's almost afternoon."
Shizuo shrugged and got two plates out and two glasses, setting them down on the table and moving the pancakes into the middle. He made syrup and milk appear and put them besides the pancakes. He held a chair out for Izaya to sit down. The raven huffed but sat down anyway. Shizuo kissed his cheek and sat down opposite him, piling four huge pancakes onto his plate and smothering them in syrup.
He cut a slice out and shoved it into his mouth. "Oh, god. These are so good. I had no idea you could cook, Izaya-kun."
"There are lots of things you don't know about me, Shizu-chan."
"I know you look good in my shirt." Shizuo smirked.
Izaya brought a pancake over to his own plate, leaving it plain. "I was wondering, Shizu-chan. What happened to your eye?" He asked.
Shizuo seemed to freeze for a second, so quickly that Izaya wasn't even sure he had seen it. " Hunting accident in the early days." He said.
Izaya ate a bite of pancakes waiting for the blonde to elaborate. When he didn't Izaya prompted him again.
Shizuo sighed. "It was about two month after you had gone missing, well two month after we had found out you had gone missing. Vampires were pretty new then, only came across them every so often. I'd throw a vending machine at them, slice them with a sign." Shizuo ate another bite of pancake. "what I didn't know was how young they were, The first wave had only been sired weeks before their attack. They had no skill." Shizuo poured himself a glass of milk and chugged it down. " I got cocky. Thought I could take them on easily. Then she turned up."
"Who?" Izaya asked curiously.
"I don't know her name. Vampires don't really like to talk about her, no matter what. So I know she's powerful. What I do know it that she has shocking blue hair."
Izaya tried to keep his eyes from widening, setting a mask for Shizuo.
Shizuo raised a hand to cover his eyepatch. "She took my eye, gouged it right out of the socket. 'an eye for an eye' she said. She took it for her master. The Master."
"She…took your eye? Shizuo…" Izaya breathed, pity and horror filling his voice.
"It's an old wound. It doesn't hurt any more. Just makes me want to drive a stake through that bitch's heart." He angrily cut a slice of pancake and shoved it in his mouth. " I still don't understand the 'eye for an eye' thing. I guess she was pissed that I was killing their lot off."
Izaya was silent. He wasn't sure why the Master vampire would do that either. Why not just kill Shizuo if you were pissed. Taking an eye is so petty. Izaya ate the last of him pancake and pushed his plate away. "I'm going for a shower. Do you have some clothes I can borrow?" Izaya asked.
"I still have Kasuka's clothes. You can borrow those." Shizuo said as he finished his own plate. "Want some company in the shower?" He wagged his eyebrows.
Izaya blushed. "I want to get clean, Shizu-chan. Not dirtier." He bounced away.
"There are towels under the sink." Shizuo announced.
Time skip~
Izaya pulled the purple shirt over his head and walked back into the kitchen smelling fresh as a daisy. Shizuo was now using the shower and Izaya had the place to himself for the moment. He patted his pocket to make sure that the contact number was still there before he put his coat and shoes on.
"I'm going to see Shinra!" He called to Shizuo.
"Okay!" was Shizuo's shouted reply.
Izaya walked out of the door into the corridor. Shinra's apartment was one floor above Shizuo's. Izaya walked down the stairs, through the empty bar and out of the front door. He closed the door quietly and looked around before briskly walking in the direction of Shinjuku.
He had lied to Shizuo, when he promised that he wouldn't leave without consulting him first but he knew that Shizuo would want to follow him and that would not be helpful. Shizuo would be pissed to the extreme but Izaya hoped that what he brought back would cheer the blonde up.
Why do I even care? It was just sex, right? But why do I feel so…guilty? He asked himself as he skipped along.
The sun was high in the sky but the further he got towards Shinjuku the less populated it seemed to become. Izaya frowned. He missed all hiss lovely humans. It wasn't any fun just walking through the streets all on his lonesome. He did enjoy jumping over fallen building and poking his nose in to have a look around in place that he had never been.
It also irritated Izaya to have to use main streets when he would have usually used all the back roads and dark alleys, but the dark alleys were no longer safe. An hour later than normally he stepped around a corner, looking up at his huge apartment building. He hadn't notice before but there was a huge chunk of it missing from the side.
"That looks perfectly safe." He sarcastically commented. This didn't stop him though. He walked into the destroyed lobby once more, noticing that the man he had encountered before was no longer here. A patch of blood stained the floor where he had once been. Izaya gave it a once over before carrying one. He opened the door to the stairs, wishing he had worn gloves, and started to make his way up the many steps to his apartment.
Reaching his floor, the penthouse, he noticed that apart from the ripped down caution tape and the moody footprints, his floor was the best maintained out of the whole building. He cursed himself when he realised that in his hurry to leave the other day he had forgotten to take his key with him.
Izaya stood on his tip toes and broke the corner of the panelling of his door off. Inside a key was hidden. Door mats just weren't Izaya's style. He opened the door to his dusty apartment and walked in.
Izaya sighed and took his coat off, throwing it onto the sofa before taking his shoes off and walking into his living room. Everything was so dirty, it was disgusting. He sidestepped a forgotten chess piece before making his way to his sofa. He pulled up the cushions and retrieved two mobile phones as well as another switch blade. Switching the power button he waiting for his phone to start.
It wasn't that much of a surprise when it didn't but luckily enough the other one switched on without a hitch. Izaya replaced the cushions and fell back onto his sofa. Dust flew into the air, Izaya wafted it out his face, crossed his legs and pulled out the contacts number.
He typed it into his phone and waited. Silence. Then the ringing started. Izaya smiled, he sat back and waited.
"Hello?" A deep male voice answered. He sounded gruff.
"Good evening. Is this Rowen-san?" Izaya asked in a charming voice.
"Depends who's calling."
"My name is Nakura. I'm an acquaintance of Arisa-chan, perhaps you've heard of her. " Izaya asked hoping that the blue haired woman had given him her real name and not some alias. If she had given her real name, Izaya could use it to his advantage. He was an expert at manipulation.
The line was silent for second and Izaya was worried that he had been caught. "Nakura-sama, how can I help you?" The tone of voice had suddenly turned polite. Izaya smirked.
"You see, I had the most wonderful shot of blood last night. I was informed that you were the person to contact if I wanted something a little rarer than your average blood bag." Izaya worded his sentence carefully.
"Then you've called the right person. I can get you anything you want….for the right price." Rowen said slyly.
"When you're as old as I am, money isn't really a problem." Izaya replied. "I'm interested in Hanejima Yuuhei's."
"Ah, yes. That's a popular choice. You have fantastic taste, Nakura-sama. 150,000 yen for one pint."
"It seems you misheard me, Rowen-san. I want the whole thing. Alive." Izaya said cooly.
The phone went silent again. "That's…well…that's quite impossible. He's our biggest seller. Selling him to you would cause us to lose quite a bit of future profit."
"I'll give you 151,890,614 yen. That's 1 million British pounds. That should cover you, ne?"
"For one actor?"
"I'm a collector of sorts. I plan to obtain the whole set. If you get what I mean."
"Heiwajima? You're suicidal! He's ripped off more of our heads than they did during the crusades." Rowen exclaimed.
"Do we have a deal, Rowen-san?"
"If you throw in a pint of Heiwajima's blood we do." Rowen bartered.
"Oh, you think I'm an idiot. Heiwajima Shizuo's blood is rarer than some actor that has already had his time." Izaya made his voice cold, commanding.
"I'm deeply sorry, Nakura-sama. I didn't mean to offend you." Izaya could hear the wince down the phone. It seemed Rowen was actually afraid of him. Arisa's name dropped into a conversation could really do a lot.
"You can make it up to me, Rowen-san. I'm looking for a set of twins. Blood type O, age 24."
"That's very specific taste, Nakura-sama. I'm afraid I don't stock twins. You know, the old superstition." He explained.
Izaya narrowed his eyes. "Yes, quite. I was just hoping you'd be able to help me, Rowen-san but I suppose Hanejima-kun will have to do."
"Yes, yes, Nakura-sama. Where would you like him delivered?" Rowen asked.
"The pentire, room 1401. Shinjuku. I want him tonight." Izaya replied.
There was the muffled voice in the background before Rowen answered. "Very well, Nakura-sam. We'll be there at midnight. I look forwards to meeting you."
"haha. Everybody does, but I like keeping a bit of mystery. You'll be meeting with my pet. Treat him with respect." Izaya said and put down the phone without waiting for an answer. He breathed out and put him hands in his head.
He needed to get this place cleaned up.
Da daaaaaa! Wooo! I'm on a roll. I think it's 'cause I'm ill. ^ Anyway. Please review! Maybe I'll post another chapter tomorrow ;)
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