There were so many different types of leaves, that Shizuo didn't know which ones to bring. He carried as much as he could, which was, admittedly, an excessive amount. There were long waxy leaves as long as his torso, some that were fuzzy, and others that smelled like a fusion of peppermint and beer. He passed large mushrooms growing on the sides of trees with different colored spots and he wished that fruits were growing on these trees instead of mushrooms: like mangos, or bananas, or other tropical fruits that should have been there and would have been really nice since his stomach was grumbling like a pissed animal.
He should probably go out looking for food...though it might just waste the battery life on the phone. It only had thirty-nine percent left.
He hefted the long leaves over his shoulder and began to walk back to where he had left Izaya. The leaves touching his skin directly were cool and the wind kept the humidity bearable. The little recess in the rock wall that they had found was small, capable of fitting four large men and one thin man. It wasn't tall enough for them to stand in, but they could sit just fine.
He made sure to listen carefully as he walked. How they had found this little space was really by luck when Izaya had paused near the opening and he had felt the slight temperature difference.
Shizuo let the phone light switch off. He didn't really need it when his other senses could guide him just fine. The crescent moon and stars speckled the night and laid outlines to the contours of trees and bushes. At the entranceway in the wall, slightly darker than the surrounding stone, Shizuo shifted the bundle from his shoulder and he got down so that he wouldn't hit his head, and possibly cause a cave in and crush them to death as Izaya had ungraciously pointed out. Though Shizuo didn't really believe such a thing could be possible. Being rather tall, he had hit his head on door frames numerous times and a couple instances he had broken the wood and plaster, but not once had he ever made a house come down because of it.
"Flea?" He said quietly. There was no response, but that didn't worry him when he could still smell the other's presence. He got the phone on and shined the light on Izaya sitting down, resting against the cave wall in a position that looked uncomfortable. Shizuo dropped the leaves to the floor and tried to distribute it all evenly as he did so. "Hey, Izaya," he said louder this time, but Izaya was sleeping and didn't stir.
Shizuo tsked. Izaya must have been exhausted if he slept just like that, without even his folding knife by his side. He thought about just leaving him in that awkward position- then frowned deeply. Letting Izaya sleep like that wouldn't do him any good, and Shizuo really didn't want to be bothered by such tedious complaints tomorrow.
He reached over and tapped his shoulder, feeling the warmth through the jacket. The tap turned to a nudge, then to a gentle shake and finally, Izaya groaned awake, blinking angrily at the light in Shizuo's hands then at his face.
"Leave me alone," Izaya said meanly and he saw the pile of leaves before resting on them on his side, facing the wall.
"Flea-" Shizuo bit back his irritated retort. Alone? Izaya wanted to be alone? He was still going on about that? If he wanted to be alone and couldn't stand being near him, then why the fuck did he save his life?
His stomach growled, and Shizuo realized it was a waste to be so pissed if it got him even more hungry. He put a hand on his stomach and felt as it rumbled indignantly. The thought of staying up while Izaya was sleeping was too depressing for his stomach. Maybe he could go look for food for a little bit? Just around where they were...
He ran a hand over his face. It would be pointless. He'd just be wasting battery life, and probably his energy too. But still, he didn't want to stay up. If only there was a door attached to the rock wall. Ah! Well, yeah, he could put something too heavy to move as a door. Renewed with temporary energy, Shizuo got back out into the night and thought about what he could use to barricade themselves in. He could stack some trees, but that was probably too obvious. He could use a big enough rock. That sounded good enough to him. He paced around the rock wall, looking for something that he could pull out of the ground.
He had to go further before he found something large enough sticking out of the ground. He stuck the phone in his pants before bending down and finding where to place his hands. He pulled up, and the stone crumbled where he was holding it. It seemed to be attached to the ground, so instead, he kicked the rock where it was close to the base three times before it gave way. It was about the size of half a car and he picked it up and carried it back.
Even though normally he could do something like this while also lifting a car, Shizuo felt his limbs shake from the force, his hunger making him more spent than he first realized. He made it back and eased the boulder down in front of the entrance on one side so that he could first go into their hideout before letting it down as gently as he could.
It covered most of the entranceway, which was good, since he figured they needed air to breathe, anyway. He let the sweat cool from his back before he settled atop the leaves a few feet away from Izaya, closer towards the boulder where the wind could more easily reach him. His legs were too long to stretch out completely. He fell asleep soon after to the sounds of the night.
An angry growl woke him up and a squeezing pain seized his stomach. A second later he realized it wasn't an animal, but his hunger.
Strips of light streamed through, and Shizuo stared up at the wall, reluctant to move and do much of anything when he felt like he hadn't eaten anything in weeks. He took in a deep breath and the taste of bitter peppermint was on his tongue. Those leaves were beginning to smell good enough to eat and his mouth salivated in longing. He turned his head to the side where Izaya was lying down, still facing away.
His stomach clenched in pain and Shizuo turned over so that the sounds could be muffled. He would have to go look for food soon. He wouldn't be able to concentrate on much if he didn't. As he waited for some time, and couldn't go back to sleep, Shizuo sat up, reached in their black bag to take a gulp of water, then as quietly as he could, he pushed aside the boulder with straining muscles. Light immediately spilled around him, too bright that he shielded his eyes. He was ready to go when he heard Izaya sit up. Shizuo looked back. "Sorry if I woke you up."
The bruise along Izaya's cheek looked much better, less like he had just been punched repeatedly in the face. He stretched with one arm up but winced when he pulled something the wrong way. "Your stomach did. Awhile ago."
Now he felt a tad sheepish. "I'm going to go out looking for something to eat now. You can sleep here longer if you want."
"Nah," he said as he maneuvered out of the cave, much more gracefully than someone so injured should have. "Might as well get up now." He squinted as he stepped out, the rays of the sun filtering through an overcast of clouds made everything appear too white.
Though his face was slightly less bruised, the dark circles under his eyes were just as prominent as last night. He shielded his eyes with a hand. "Think you can catch some tuna this time, Shizu-chan?"
"Not in the mood for tuna," Shizuo said rougher than he meant. But really he didn't want to know what kind of trouble Izaya would get into if he left him alone without proper supervision.
"Ah."
They went in the direction that they had headed out the night before. He knew if they continued this way long enough, they would reach the other side of the island where they had started in. But that was also through where the traps were.
He remembered that he couldn't walk so fast, even if he itched to move as fast as possible at the prospect of breakfast, and instead, he matched Izaya's pace and got near enough that they were almost alongside each other.
Shizuo looked around for anything that resembled even remotely edible, obviously ignoring the plethora of colorful mushrooms that grew along their path. It reminded him of candy, but Shizuo wouldn't let himself be fooled.
There were small birds that would occasionally fly over their heads, but they were as small as sparrows, and probably wouldn't be worth eating. Just the thought of it kind of grossed him out. It wouldn't be chicken flavored for sure. His stomach made another pitiful noise and Shizuo groaned.
"I've heard that worms taste like fried bacon." Izaya supplied. "If you're really that hungry."
"You're lying." Shit. He said bacon. Even his mouth began to water.
"I'm not." Izaya chuckled and Shizuo watched his hand move aside a low-hanging branch. "Imagine an oily piece of bacon you dropped in the dirt, move it around and get that soil all up in there, and be amazed- fresh bacon!"
Shizuo could imagine it. If he had bacon and dropped it he would definitely still eat it. "Stop saying bacon." He muttered testily.
"Ah, there's bugs too. I've read online that they tend to have a nuttier flavor, especially when roasted. You like peanuts, right? Did you know, some beetles taste like fruit? Apples or melons depending on what kind. Just keep your mouth open and I'm sure something will feed you."
"Gross."
"Insects can be quite delicious and nutritious if you just try them. You'd be surprised how many humans around the world eat insects. It's fascinating, really. Maybe you'll develop a predilection for them."
A large, fat insect crawled along the base of a tree. It's thin legs rubbed together and it made a high pitched noise. "Never. Nope. I'd rather eat anything else. And what do you know about eating insects? Do you eat them? fleas don't eat other insects, just blood, right?"
Izaya scoffed. "Don't be stupid. Of course, I don't."
"Exactly. I bet fleas are the worst things you could possibly eat."
"I wouldn't say the worst, but it is detrimental. Ingesting fleas can give you tapeworms and an array of other unwanted things."
Shizuo frowned and wiped his damp bangs from his eyes. "So parasites host other parasites, huh? Sounds like a tough world."
"On a microscopic level, I suppose so." He then looked up but when their eyes met he flicked his gaze to the trees around them. "And before you ask, I don't have tapeworms."
"Okay? I didn't think you did. I guess there's not enough room for another parasite in you, right?"
"Something like that."
How they went from eating bugs to parasites, Shizuo had no clue. But at least now he had lost a tiny portion of his appetite, which was nice. But that lull of losing his interest in food only lasted the next five minutes when his stomach made itself known.
He swatted some bugs that got too close to his face, and he pushed aside any spider webs that were low enough that he couldn't just duck to avoid. As he looked more and more intently, things began to look oddly familiar to him, which was strange since everything, for the most part, looked like everything else on this damn island.
As they walked through a low overhanging of vines, he began to realize why this felt familiar. Mura-san had shown them this path. There were those white flowers in the same patch that he had stared at. There were those same jutting rocks. Those same trees with dicks and balls.
He glared at the overlarge hanging bundles, but then he remembered how the insides of them tasted, and his mouth began to water and his stomach twisted in hunger. "It's the coconut balls," he said, just as Izaya spoke.
"Heiwajima nuts!"
"Would you quit that?" Shizuo growled, and from the corner of his eye, he just caught Izaya frowning with what could have been disgust.
"Hmm? But Shizu-chan," his hands moved as if in a flourish. "This could be your ticket to fame. Imagine the money you could get for discovering this. Everyone will know your name and speak in wonder of your freakishly large nuts."
"I tell you to quit it and you still do this crap?"
Izaya grinned even wider. "But you must take some responsibility for being the discoverer of those coconuts."
"I didn't discover shit. And you still want me to take some responsibility, huh? Then how 'bout I just name it myself and call it, the fucking-annoying-and-ugly-as-shit-just-like-Izaya-coconut, all right!"
"It's a little wordy..." Izaya said doubtfully. He stepped over a fallen tree. "And not at all creative."
"Deal with it." He said as he dropped the black bag and stepped through a few bushes so that he was standing under one of them. It was too high up to reach.
"You know that more humans are killed by coconuts than by sharks every year?"
"So...?"
"Then it would be such a shame if one of your precious nuts fell on you, right?"
"Yeah, how heartbreaking." He looked on the ground for any that fell, but none were there, and he looked up in the tree instead and grasped the rough bark.
"You're actually going to eat that?" There was that disgust in his voice, but Shizuo didn't really see any problem when his stomach was feeling much more desperate that it would soon get something. He didn't bother to answer as he climbed. He grasped one hairy shell and knocked it to the ground. He let four more drop, hearing the thuds against the roots before he too let go of the branch. The shells hadn't cracked at all from the impact. He managed to hold all of them in his arms before finding a somewhat flat rock to sit on.
"Could you pass me the bag?"
Izaya did so, picked it up from among spiraling plants, and dropped it by Shizuo's feet.
Shizuo loosened the drawstring and reached inside where he shifted around the contents looking for the tiny bottle. The bag was almost full now that it had metal collars. He felt the smooth plastic of something that wasn't the hand sanitizer or the water bottle, and he loosened it to peer inside. There was a bottle of mouthwash. Izaya must have snuck it in, but he didn't think any more of it when he really was hungry. He grasped the hand sanitizer and added a coin sized amount to his palm before quickly rubbing his hands and he kept them there for a second.
"Thanks for the meal."
He knew to be careful now as he split the coconut open. A rich smell hit him. He offered half of it over, but Izaya looked at the halved coconut and he stepped back and found his own rock to sit on.
"Go ahead, Shizu-chan. I'm not really in the mood for that."
"You're not hungry?"
"The taste is too nauseating for me."
Shizuo was ready to tip the coconut to his mouth and drink the sweet liquid. But he paused. "You should eat something." He spotted a large insect against a nearby tree. It was black and plump with more legs than was probably necessary.
Shizuo put one of the coconut halves down before he picked up a twig and took aim, spearing the insect. He offered this to Izaya instead. The white guts of the insect dribbled out like puss.
"Here. You like peanuts, right? I bet if you roast it, you won't know the difference."
"Hah!" Izaya grinned. "So you were listening to me! And you are offering me bugs to eat? How disgustingly sweet of you. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you actually cared."
"I wouldn't have to if you'd stop being an idiot. Eat something, all right. Or the next thing I find I will shove down your throat." He tossed the still twitching insect to the ground.
"Hmm. Then I'll look forward to whatever it is."
"Don't test me, flea, you'll fucking regret it." Finally, he let his distracting hunger win and drank the clear coconut water. The taste was like a more citrusy flavored coconut, crisp and sweet and smooth washing over his tongue. The next layer was soft with a consistency similar to jelly. He scooped a bite to his mouth. It held even more flavor.
"Shit, this is good," Shizuo groaned as the flavor practically melted in his mouth. Underneath the layer of jelly was the tougher white meat of the coconut. As if it were an orange, he peeled back the shell right to the white edge. It was only two centimeters thick, but since the coconut was so large, the amount would eventually fill him up. He broke chunks of it off and chewed on it.
He did the same to the other half of the coconut. When he was done with that as well, he wasn't close to being full. It was while finishing the third coconut that his hunger abated. But he still wasn't really full. The fourth coconut cracked down the middle and he was careful of the sweet liquid it contained. Shizuo then heard a growl, and he looked over at the flea sitting there bored yet watchful.
Izaya must have been equally hungry, if not more so considering his body was recovering from his injuries. He'd only get worse if he didn't have the energy.
"Eat some," Shizuo said as he forced half of a coconut onto Izaya's lap. "You'll feel better."
Izaya glared first at the coconut in his lap then at Shizuo. "I already said it's too sweet for me."
"Yeah well, you ate it before and were fine. Stop being annoying about it now. You need to eat something."
"You're being even more annoying, ever thought of that?"
The coconut in his hand cracked, he was gripping it so hard. "How about you take care of yourself so that I don't have to!"
"No one's making you do anything, Shizu-chan," Izaya said coldly, and he dumped the coconut to the ground. It clattered before resting right side up, most of the liquid gone to waste now.
Shizuo reached for Izaya and gripped the front of his coat. He yanked him forward. He didn't even think about it as he dipped his fingers in his coconut and scooped a handful of jelly. All of which he aimed for Izaya's mouth, smearing it a little at the corner but he managed to get most of it in there.
He kept his hand clamped there till he knew Izaya had swallowed. Shizuo removed his hand.
Izaya coughed and managed to hold his balance. He glared up and he spat the rest of it from his mouth.
Shizuo returned his glare evenly. He thought about doing it again. To get him to eat and shut up.
Izaya licked some of the coconut from his bottom lip. The corner of his mouth was still bruised and swollen and for some inexplicable reason, Shizuo stared.
A second later he realized how suggestive it was. A flush was threatening to heat his cheeks. The flea was even on his knees.
Shizuo reached for the coconut that Izaya had dropped and he shoved it as gently as he could against Izaya's chest. Izaya still winced.
"Eat that yourself, or I'll make you eat it."
Shizuo didn't dare look at the mess surrounding his lips, but he looked at his eyes as Izaya spoke.
"I hate you."
Normally he wouldn't give a fuck about how Izaya felt towards him, but now it got him pissed. He wished that he didn't fucking care.
"Yeah? So you hate me? You want to be alone? Then why the fuck didn't you just let me die?" His voice rose, and the answering silence of the forest was cringeworthy.
After a pause, Izaya spoke with a grin. "Why?" He chuckled. "Because obviously, you haven't suffered enough."
Shizuo honestly couldn't believe it. Looking at Izaya with all of his injuries and all of his stubborn pride, it just didn't make sense. And because he couldn't believe it, he figured it was probably a lie. That was the only reason he held back from cursing a storm.
"Is that so?" Shizuo said slow and thickly. "Then why does it look like you're the only one suffering in my company?"
It seemed like Izaya hadn't predicted this almost calm retort. His eyes were slightly wider than usual, though he looked for the most part just as composed as normal. He smirked, and Shizuo was slightly disturbed as he watched Izaya drag a hand against the glistening substance.
"I was playing around with you for two entire days. Are you really that much of a moron to think that I wouldn't just keep doing it?"
Shizuo's fists clenched, and his eyes narrowed. "Stop that."
Izaya continued as if he didn't notice. "I could be lying to you about the second task and you wouldn't ever know. Maybe I just want to see you do things you hate. Maybe I just want to watch you suffer. Maybe I hate you so much that it will never be enough."
"That's enough." Even though it wasn't a good idea, Shizuo still shoved another handful of coconut in Izaya's mouth to get him to shut up. "I told you to stop it, so stop it. I hate the shit that comes out of your mouth. And though I know it's stupid, I'll take the chance and take some comfort in thinking that it's mostly lies."
Izaya wiped his face. He continued to frown, his anger just beginning to soften. "You'd be surprised at how often I tell the truth."
"Doesn't mean you're honest."
Izaya grinned though that quirk of lips was less sharp than normal. "It would seem like our perceptions differ. Is truth based on the accuracy of facts and knowledge or on honesty and trustworthiness? Interesting, right?"
Shizuo stepped back to his rock. He really didn't want to talk much more of this. He didn't respond.
Whatever coconut was left on Izaya's hand, he rubbed it off on a nearby leaf. "Or maybe not."
Shizuo began to finish his coconut half. Izaya didn't eat any more, and thankfully he didn't speak either.
A strong wind blew over the towering trees, and Shizuo looked up as the leaves and branches swept in the air.
He was glad it wasn't as humid.
Izaya took the bottle of water from the bag and finished all of it. He replaced the empty bottle in the bag and then got out the mouthwash. He swished a capful in his mouth before spitting it to the ground and putting it away.
Shizuo was still chewing on coconut when he asked, "You got that from the control room, right? Did you happen to pack any food?"
"Food? If you were hoping for some sperghetti, then I'm terribly sorry for not packing you some. I just grabbed some things that I thought could be useful before, well...you know, and I didn't really expect that to be on the island longer than a few more hours."
"But you brought mouthwash?"
"Yeah, there are many uses for mouthwash. And I did bring a few instant coffee packets, but I already used them up the other night."
"Oh." He wiped the coconut on a nearby leaf and picked up the last coconut. Izaya eyed it in Shizuo's hands and it seemed like he was about to say something, but thought better of it.
"What is it?"
"Nothing."
"Really? You have nothing to say?"
Izaya shrugged. Then he grinned as if something new came to his mind. "You know, if we run into anyone, I bet you could scare them off with that. It'd make a pretty terrifying weapon. Just imagine it."
Shizuo didn't want to imagine it because the coconut was already gross enough. "Getting killed by a coconut...what an awful way to die."
"Especially by that one." Izaya chuckled.
Shizuo slung the black bag over his shoulder. Thankfully it wasn't so hot that the material would stick to his skin.
"We should probably get more water," Izaya said.
"Yeah, though water isn't a substitute for food."
"Obviously. Then how about you go deep sea fishing then?"
"I have a better idea. How about we build a raft and get the fuck off this island?"
"Shizu-chan, this isn't Cast Away. No one's going to happen upon us in the middle of the ocean, and frankly, I don't want to be stuck on a raft for a week or two with you. I think I'd go insane first."
"Oh come on! I'm much more stimulating than a volleyball."
"But more intelligent? Hmm? I'm certain I could have more philosophical conversations with a volleyball."
"You wouldn't even need a ball 'cause you already have those conversations with yourself, and if I had a volleyball at least it'd be quiet and peaceful and wouldn't talk back to me. And it would be much more useful. I could be playing volleyball!"
"Well too bad you don't have a volleyball then. But you could always build a raft and take a pair of these balls," Izaya pointed to the double coconut. "Then when your hunger becomes too much you can eat them."
"I can't do that!"
"Oh? Why not? Do you want me to make you another Willy-san instead?"
"No. And I can't because I'm not leaving here without you."
"Okay, how about I make this easier for you to understand. If we're stuck on a raft for who knows how long, I doubt both of us are going to come out of it alive."
"I wouldn't kill you." But a second later, Shizuo connected the dots. He could make it probably, but Izaya? In his current state? Shit. "All right, fine. I got it. We'll finish this here."
Sure he could make a raft and sail without Izaya and forget about this fucked up island, but he wouldn't feel good about it. He'd hate it.
He picked up the last double coconut and their bag. "Ready?" He asked.
"Yep."
They had to backtrack a bit in order to head towards the creek. The trees they passed were narrow and tall, and the ferns on the ground brushed over their knees. It was definitely cooler as grey and white clouds hid the sun. Though the sky was muted, the colors of the jungle were as rich as ever. Nothing smelled of shit either. His hunger was also satiated. Izaya was quiet.
After twenty minutes of walking, this could actually be considered a pleasant walk. It had been so with his thoughts on nothing in particular. He was just enjoying the changing scenery. He could have even called it peaceful. The birds chirping overhead had an exotic feel. Then the image of Izaya as he had been kneeling in front of him, coconut from his tongue and lips, and the vehemence in his eyes, reared up in his peaceful thoughts.
The abruptness and the degree of this sexual attraction caught him off guard because it was certainly rare for him to find himself attracted to anyone. He couldn't even remember the last time he had and he was certain that it wasn't this strong.
What the fuck? Where the fuck was this coming from?
The longer they walked silently, the more he became aware of his own dick. There was a slight pressure there, and he was absolutely mortified as to why such an image was affecting him at all.
Shizuo tried not to think about Izaya in that way because that was obviously wrong on so many levels. He had never thought about Izaya as attractive, his shitty personality actually making him unbearable to look at without wanting to punch his face in...though he could recall girls following him back when they were in school.
From the corner of his eye, he could glimpse the curve of his neck, then his eyes flitted down to where a zipper was pulled to his mid-chest. It was probably not a smart thing to look at and Shizuo forced his gaze away.
He couldn't understand why. He gripped the coconut in his hands tighter, thinking about lowering it to the front of his pants, but that would have been too obvious not to mention it'd look absolutely ridiculous.
Instead, he tried to concentrate on the ugliness of the hairy nut sack shaped coconut in his hands.
His thoughts became worse. As a recent shower played in his mind, ending with-
Don't think about anything. Don't think. Don't think. Don't think about anyone's ass. Don't- ah, fuck!
Just...no.
He couldn't think about it. He shouldn't, really. If he continued on like this, then he might just get hard. Well, harder than he already was. And there was no way he was getting hard from a flea.
He thought of things that would distract him. For instance, the colorful mushrooms on the trees...kind of pissed him off. The white flowers tangled in the rocks...also pissed him off. And the dicks hanging off the trees-
Ok, he just had to think his way out of this. Think of people who disgusted him. It came to no surprise that he thought of Izaya first.
Fine then, think of other people besides Izaya who disgusted him. Jakow did, but Shizuo didn't want to think about him. Okay, then Shinra...in a dress?
Shizuo frowned. Why was this so difficult? Why the heck-
"You all right?" Izaya asked.
Shizuo looked at Izaya with slight alarm, but he wasn't that hard so he shouldn't know, though this was Izaya.
"I'm fine," he managed. "You?"
"Fine. A little warm though." He tugged down the zipper and Shizuo had to resist from reaching over and pulling his jacket zipper all the way up. But then again, he didn't trust his hands to listen to him and it might just end up pulling that jacket down all the way. And how the fuck was he going to explain that? Thankfully the coconut was in his hands, stopping him.
Izaya was still looking at him, and Shizuo realized where his eyes had drifted. He was even more surprised as the adrenaline continued through his system, pumping blood in places that blood had no business being in.
"It's uh, nice weather. Not too hot today so, yeah." Shizuo mumbled. He slouched a little so that he didn't really have to look at Izaya.
What the fuck? What the fuck's going on? Just why...! Oh! The fucking coconut!
He gripped the double coconut in his hands even tighter.
That was the only explanation. But Mura-san wasn't a real botanist, so how could he have been right about the coconut being an aphrodisiac? Arg. Fuck him! If he ever saw Mura again, he'd kill him with a coconut.
But knowing why he was aroused didn't make him feel better when he couldn't understand why he'd even have these thoughts about Izaya in the first place. Was he really that deprived of human companionship that even this flea could turn him on? He certainly wished that he wasn't so pathetic. He figured he didn't have much to worry about once the coconut disappeared from his system and then he could forget about his lapse of judgment.
Had Izaya known about the coconut? He'd only eaten one before, so maybe it hadn't been enough...but then again he was pretty adamant about not eating any. Had the coconut affected him at all?
Shizuo chanced a glance at Izaya. He certainly looked warm with a light flush over his skin. Izaya caught him looking and Shizuo thought of something he could say.
He wanted to reach in his pants to adjust his dick so that it wouldn't rub so much against his pants as he walked. But he didn't think he could. Maybe if he said he was taking a piss, he could adjust it, but it would be strange if he said he was, yet couldn't because of his boner- ah fuck this was just way too complicated. He should just admit to it, even if Izaya wouldn't let him hear the end of it.
It was probably a blessing then that he realized beyond the rush of blood ringing in his ears he could hear the low sound of running water. "The creek," Shizuo spoke as if he choked on the words, and in his own thoughts, he cringed. They stepped through a dense patch of waxy thigh-high leaves and the creek flowed beautifully over stones and weeds.
It seemed like sitting in the cool water might take the edge off his boner...maybe it could lessen up a bit if he was lucky. And if he ended up sitting there with an erection and unable to get out of the water? Well, he could only deal with one thing at a fucking time. Shizuo shed his pants, shoes, and socks before he quickly and discreetly sat in the water.
He rubbed water along his face, feeling the coolness surround him and dampen his bangs.
Izaya was rinsing out the bottle and filling it up and drinking from it.
Shizuo didn't stare at him for too long, knowing that it wouldn't help the situation, especially since his erection was not being dissuaded by cool water and instead was thrumming with a kind of strength different than the normal kind that he could deal with.
He pressed one hand to the front of his boxers; against his hand was a raging boner like he never had before. Shit, this was bad. He gripped himself hard partly desperate to just will his hand to move and partly mortified to do it. He had to say something. At this point, he didn't care anymore if Izaya knew.
"Hey...uh," Shizuo paused, trying to come up with something smarter than 'I'm painfully hard' and 'could you please ignore me as I masturbate', but his thoughts were broken off anyway when foliage moved near them. They both turned as a man stepped by the creek close enough that they could read the surprise on his face.
To Shizuo, he looked like a man who didn't know who he was like he was pretending to be a samurai but thought dressing up as a cowboy pirate could cut it. His hair was long, clumpy, and tied in a ponytail. He wore a bright red scarf that went down to his mid-thighs and leather cowboy boots with gaudy stars. He looked Asian and probably in his early thirties.
An obnoxiously large sword was hanging from his hip.
"Well," he spoke in Japanese, looking them each in turn. "If this isn't two dicks in my mouth, then I don't know what is."
"YOU!" Shizuo roared. And finally, finally, the blood was moving normally again as anger burst through his limbs.
