Title:- Give and take
Pairing:- Izuo
Rating:- T
Disclaimer:- I don't own Durarara
Warning:-language, violence, yaoi
Summary:- Why is a first year on a trip for third years?
Shizuo was usually called out thanks to the flea or because someone wanted to challenge him. It was the first time ever that he'd been called out for something other than destruction.
"So the third years are going to Kyoto and they've chosen you to come along Shizuo Heiwajima." The teacher smiled.
"Why?" The teen asked confused.
"Because it's been agreed that the third years can take a first year on every trip."
Shizuo nodded looking around for Izaya. It was most likely something to do with him.
"All your expenses will be paid. It's up to you whether you accept or not. I'm sure they can pick a second or third."
Shizuo thought about it with his stomach. The offer was too good to pass up. "No, that's fine. I'll go. When is it?"
"Friday. It will be a weekend stay. I'll have one of the third years give you a permission slip. Make sure you get it signed."
Shizuo walked back to his class. It looked like he was going to Kyoto. How he was going to explain that to his parents he didn't know.
x-x-x
Friday morning Shizuo was outside waiting for the teachers to let them on the bus. The third years were bigger than him, especially the sports clubs. He noticed there were no girls.
"Shizuo Heiwajima, right?" A boy with messy brown hair grinned placing a hand on his shoulder. "Glad you could come along."
"Uh thanks." Shizuo shifted a little uneasy at all the attention. Why out of all the first years had they picked him?
"Been to Kyoto before?" Asked a guy with blonder hair than his.
"No."
"We'll make sure you enjoy the visit."
"...thanks." He couldn't have been happier when the teacher called his name to get on the bus. He was sitting in the middle next to the window, his bag sat by his feet.
"Heiwajima-kun, do you want to listen to any music? I have a spare headphone." The guy next to him offered. "What sort of music do you prefer?"
Shizuo stared at the little bud. "I don't really listen to music." He shrugged.
"That's cool. Let me know if you change your mind."
The teen nodded feeling like he'd stepped into a parallel universe. Everyone was being nice. His trip was paid for. But he didn't relax until the bus reached their destination. There was still Izaya's involvement to consider.
x-x-x
Once off the bus Shizuo clutched his bag and joined everyone else. They were split into groups. "Shizu-chan, you're with us!" A spiky haired third year waved.
Shizuo growled clenching his fists.
"What's wrong? Ah, do you not like that name? I hear you being called it all the time. Sorry."
Shizuo relaxed a little. There were five people in his group. The spiky haired guy, a tall guy with glasses, a bulky guy that looked like he did a lot of contact sports and a small guy that looked normal but gave off an Izaya vibe.
They gave their names but he'd already forgotten. The spiky guy handed him a guide book and a detailed map. "It was a long trip so why don't we get something to eat? Shizuo-kun, what's your favourite food?"
Shizuo's brain stopped working. Why did they want to know? "...dairy."
"Dairy huh? Well it is ice cream weather. Come on let's go."
Shizuo arrived at the stand thanks to spiky guy's lead. Swinging his bag onto his shoulder he took out his wallet. The small guy placed a hand over his. "No need for that. We'll pay."
But why? Reluctantly Shizuo put his wallet away and stood awkwardly among the third years. He took the ice cream handed to him and remembered to be polite.
x-x-x
Shizuo relaxed as the day progressed. The third years went to every place he'd wanted to go. They tried out a lot of food not all dairy, though still good. They'd found a game centre where bulky guy of the boxing club challenged him to the strength test. Shizuo won. Even holding back almost all of his strength. His group had cheered and slapped him on the back.
It was getting late so they went back to the inn where the bus was parked. "All I need now is a good long soak!" Glasses guy yawned.
"Don't fall asleep again." Small guy teased.
After checking in with the teacher, Shizuo joined the rest of the third years in the onsen. He was a little nervous seeing everyone staring at him. Spiky guy grinned. "I'm surprised you don't have any scars."
Shizuo shook his head pointing to the one clear as day on his chest. "Fair enough. That's still only one. That was your first day huh?"
"Yeah."
"Sit down I'll wash your back." Shizuo had given up on thinking there was ulterior motives. Maybe the third years just pitied him.
"...thanks." Shizuo sat down on the small stool.
"Hey, Heiwajima-kun. Enjoying yourself?" The guy next to him asked. It wasn't music guy or anyone in his group.
He nodded earning a laugh. "Don't talk much do you?"
Spiky ruffled his hair. "Nah Shizuo-kun's just shy."
The teen blushed shrinking away from all the attention. Boxing guy nudged Spiky out of the way. "Move I'm washing his back." Large hands rested on his shoulders. "Your shoulders are tense. Don't you exercise?"
"I could give you a massage later." Small guy offered.
Shizuo kept his head down eyes closed. He was being watched and not just by his group. It was a little unnerving. "Done." Boxing guy announced. "Last one in is a used punch bag."
Spiky lifted him without any problems and speed walked. Shizuo pulled the small towel down. The third years were all grown and he was small. At sixteen he'd barely hit puberty.
Spiky let him down into the water. "Shizuo-kun wins!"
Shizuo stayed waist below the water. "Woah, you're pretty toned for a first year." Small marvelled touching his chest. "This is a clean scar. Did it hurt?"
"No just annoyed me." The teen admitted.
"Hardcore." Boxer guy gave him a thumbs up.
"So what's the plan tonight?" Spiky grinned next to him.
Shizuo blinked. "Tonight?"
"Pillow fights." Glasses announced.
Shizuo nodded. "Oh. Sounds good."
x-x-x
Shizuo separated from the group to get a drink. The third years had offered but he'd turned them down. They'd already done so much for him the least he could do was buy his own drink.
Standing in front of the vending machine he pondered what to drink. They had milk in different flavours. "Go for strawberry." Someone spoke behind him leaning forward and pushing the button. "Whoring your self out now protozoan?"
Shizuo growled turning to face Izaya. "What are you doing here?"
"Making sure you don't wag your tail at other guys. Aren't you popular?"
"They're being nice."
Izaya laughed. "To you? You never thought that odd?"
"It's possible." Shizuo grumbled.
Izaya slammed a hand at the side of his head. "Their kindness is conditional."
"They haven't asked me for anything!" Shizuo defended.
"Not yet." The flea shrugged. "They're buttering you up so you don't refuse. You didn't think it was weird there are no girls?"
Shizuo looked away. "You're wrong."
"I'm not. It's a third year tradition. The teachers know it's risky letting the boys and girls mingle on trips like this so they let the boys pick a first year to take their desires out on. This year that's you. You're their girl, Shizu-chan."
"You're lying."
"Hard to believe I know." Izaya shrugged. "Why pick you? Mind you the majority of third years are muscle heads."
Shizuo moved but Izaya pressed him back pinning him against the cold glass of the machine. "Then why are you here?" He ground out.
"Maybe it was to stop you becoming a prostitute." Izaya scowled. "Or maybe it was to make sure you don't forget who you belong to."
Shizuo jerked as Izaya's soft lips brushed against his own. "Shizuo-kun?" He heard his name shouted.
"Don't go." Izaya murmured standing firm.
Shizuo pushed the flea away wiping at his mouth. "I'm here." He called out in answer.
"We were worried you'd gotten lost." Spiky grinned. Izaya had vanished leaving them alone. "Didn't you get the drink you wanted?"
Shizuo glanced back at the vending machine. His strawberry milk sat waiting in the tray.
"Ah, so that's what you like to drink." Spiky grinned taking it from him. It was handed back opened with the straw inserted. "Everything okay,Shizuo-kun?"
The teen nodded fixing his obi. He was still shaken from Izaya's visit. The flea had tried to ruin another good thing for him. Shizuo sipped at his milk watching spiky closely.
"Hm, I'm a bit thirsty." Shizuo felt his muscles tense locking in place. But spiky passed him jingling coins in his hand. "Any recommendations?"
"...dunno. This is good."
Spiky grinned. "Strawberry milk it is. If I don't like it you can have the rest."
Shizuo didn't answer looking around for where Izaya was hiding.
"Shizuo-kun? Did something happen?" Spiky asked opening his milk. "You seem a little jumpy. One of the others didn't try anything, did they?"
Shizuo shook himself. He could deal with the flea another time. "No."
"Well then I suppose we should be getting back. We found a ping pong table. We know you're strong but how are you at reflexes?"
He didn't know. Because of his strength he'd been labelled an outcast, singled out when it came to gym class. He'd say on the side lines watching the boys and girls in his class work in teams. The only time he'd ever been able to participate in a team was when his and Izaya's class were put together.
"Hey, you haven't gone all shy on me, right?" Spiky grinned gulping down his milk. Shizuo watched as it was tossed in the bin leaning against the machine.
"...no." Discarding his own he followed after Spiky. "What happened to the pillow fights?"
"They'll come later. We've still got time for some games."
x-x-x
Shizuo stared at the small bat held out for him. Boxing guy was shuffling from one side to the other. "So our first year is my next victim."
"You can take him." Small told him.
Shizuo took the bat twisting the handle in his palm. The table was small. He didn't have a clue how to play. The small ball hit the side of the table bouncing somewhere behind him. "My point." Boxer guy grinned.
The ball came at him again. Shizuo swung the paddle hearing the ball crack against it. The shot went wide across the room.
"Woah!" He heard several third years duck and scamper out of the way. Shizuo looked down sheepishly.
Small touched his arm. "Tap it. It only has to land on the other side of the table."
The teen nodded. The room got a lot more crowded as all the third years gathered around him. Izaya's warning flashed in his mind. The ball came sharp and fast, Shizuo held back all his strength. The ball connected bouncing down over the small net.
It wasn't over. Boxer guy hit it sending it back. Shizuo reached quickly sending it back. Around him the third years cheered as he made every shot. Small called it a rally. After six the ball bounced off the edge of his side.
"Bad luck, Shizuo-kun." Spiky grinned. "My turn."
"No. It's not over yet." Boxer guy growled.
"Who said you get to hog him?" Came a shout. Shizuo shuddered watching as the atmosphere around the third years grew tense threatening to break out into a fight.
"Why don't we hold a tournament?" Glasses suggested. "Winner stays on?"
"Starting now." Boxer guy declared. Shizuo rolled the ball in his hand feeling all eyes on him. He had to remind himself Izaya was a known liar. A manipulator. An annoyance. The flea was everything wrong with a person. This was his chance to make friends. "Are you hitting it or what?"
Shizuo pushed Izaya's warning away and hit the ball. Boxer guy tapped it back with ease and so their game went on. He lost.
"So who's next?" Boxer guy asked.
Shizuo watched the crowed disperse. The tournament was over quicker than it had begun. "If there's no one I'll play again."
Boxer guy was already in position. Around him the third years gathered cheering him on. This time he won and the crowd argued who was going to play him next.
End
