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[Izaya]
"Am I done now?" This was honestly just embarrassing.
"Not a chance, flea. You have to have something in your stomach before taking strong pills; I don't wanna have to deal with ya complaining about being sick." He offered the chopsticks to me.
I gave a small pout and snatched the utensils out of his hand, and took another mouthful, and then another. My gaze slid back to Shizu-chan, he was still watching me, with an amused expression.
"Something funny?" My voice was rimmed with sarcasm; not too effective, since my hand was shaking again and I was struggling not to gag or choke on the substance in my throat.
"Nah, unless you think you count the fact that yer' acting like a little kid right now. My brother use to pout the same way when he didn't want to eat something."
"Ah, I was under the impression that discussion of your brother was taboo. Hmm, I wonder if that's Shizu-chan's weakness, his cute faced little brother is the exceptional kink in the armor?" Talking was calming for me; it was something that I was use to doing, blathering on about tidbits and little unimportant facts. As long as I was talking and people were busy attempting to decipher my speech, I could relax, knowing that they were observing my words and not me. However much I adored my dear humans, I couldn't ever debate the fact that they were ever harsh.
"You really do get some sick pleasure from pissing people off don't you?" Shizu-chan's voice was gruff, but at least he wasn't smirking anymore.
"On, the contrary Shizu-chan. I merely speak what is already known and present, whether it is wished to be acknowledged or not, and how it is interpreted is entirely up to the listener." I pointed at Shizu-chan with my chopsticks, "You, Shizu-chan just seem to have anger management issues."
He reached down and grabbed my wrist, in what I thought was going to be an attack, but was actually just to impede the shaking of my hand.
"Not even close to the issues you have going for yourself right now." He was giving me that pitying voice again, which just made me feel even more pathetic, not that I was going to admit that to Shizu-chan, "One more bite 'kay?"
My eyes flicked away from Shizu-chan, between my hand and the bowl of barely eaten food. I muttered an agreement, and gingerly pulled my hand from Shizu-chan's grasp, finding it odd that he actually let go and didn't try to pull me into a strangle. It felt like forever to finish chewing and finally swallow the small morsel.
Shizu-chan took the bowl away and handed me the glass of water and went to fetch the pills on my dresser. He dropped them into my hand, I recognized a couple of the colorful pills. I had to take them one at a time because I didn't think that I would be able to force myself to swallow such a huge quantity of mass; every substance that I was forcing down just felt so foreign, and I just felt so disgusted with myself for each bit that passed through my lips. I felt like I was losing a little more control with each bit, and that was what was really going to drive me over the edge.
I was Orihara Izaya, god, or at least immortal to be if I had my way; how else would humanity go on without someone to love them? So it was imperative that I be able to at least totally control myself, since it was impossible to fully control another, I had to be as close to possible to perfect control.
Shizu-chan, standing there calmly, when he should be in a rage and trying to kill me, was just proof of my losing control. Shizu-chan was always a hard one to control, since he NEVER did anything right. And now, I was desperately searching for a way to be in control, to find some way to get to him, to make him lose control, before I lost it.
A game is it now Shizu-chan?