The next chapter! This one was kind of...well, i had no plan for it at all. So...it's kinda random at points. Anyhow, please enjoy!
Chapter 13
Dinner at Izaya's. At the time, it hadn't seemed like a bad idea. It was Izaya, after all. But that was just it; it was Izaya, he reminded himself. Izaya, who was unpredictable and most likely insane. Now that he thought about it, going to Izaya's sounded like a terrible idea now. But, there was no going back now, so he would just have to deal with it.
Shizuo pulled on his school jacket on, shoving his cell phone in his pocket and walking out. He spotted Kasuka walking out of his room and cleared his throat. "Kasuka."
The younger Heiwajima blinked, turning and looking at his brother. "Good morning..."
Shizuo hesitated, glancing around. "...Can you help me out tonight?"
Kasuka hesitated, raising an eyebrow. "It depends on what you need help with..."
"I'm going to a friend's house after school," Shizuo muttered, glancing away. "I can't tell Dad which friend so can you cover for me? Say I went to Shinra's?"
Kasuka frowned. "...Shinra's is your only friend...who the hell else do you know?"
"It's not important," Shizuo hissed.
It took a moment for Kasuka to think, but then his eyes widened. "...It's Orihara, isn't it?...Shizuo, Dad will murder you, you know that! Why would you even agree to go to his house?" then, his eyes widened yet again. "You two aren't...?"
"No!" Shizuo growled out, shoving past his brother. "We're just friends. Now will you please cover for me? Just this once?"
Kasuka let out an aggitated sigh, nodding. "...Fine, yeah, sure. I just hope you know what you're doing."
Shizuo didn't reply, walking out before he let his parents see him. He hurried down the street, not daring to stop anywhere, not that he did anyways. He got to school and hurried to his class, finding it empty and sighing in reliefe as he sat down in his desk. He rubbed his tenples, glancing out the window.
The clouds were even darker today;it would rain while he was at Izaya's for sure. He sighed and looked down at the desk, pulling out his phone and flipping it open. He had the vague urge to text Izaya and cancel their plans, but no; he had to deal with it. It was a few hours at Izaya's house and surely it wouldn't kill him.
He closed his phone and looked up, jerking in surprise when he met amused crimson eyes. Izaya grinned, resting his elbows on Shizuo's desk as he leaned closer. "Good morning, Shizu-Chan."
Shizuo leaned back, clearing his throat. "Morning..."
The other teen smiled and sat down on the desk infront of Shizuo's, facing the blonde. "You're still up for tonight, yes?"
"Yeah..." Shizuo nodded slowly, glancing away.
Izaya frowned a bit. "Are you alright?"
"What?" Shizuo looked back at him, confused. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Izaya nodded and looked towards the window, a small smile on his lips. "That's good, then. So, you're not allergic to anything right? I'm not sure what mom's making for dinner and I don't want to have to take you to the hospital."
"No, I'm not allergic to anything," Shizuo assured with the smallest of laughs. He frowned again, picking absently at his desk.
Izaya sensed the discomfort and looked back at the blonde, eyes narrowed in slight concern. He reached out, grabbing a strand of Shizuo's hair and tugging at it lightly. "Hey, lighten up. It's not like my family bites. ...Well, Kururi and Mairu might, but that's just little girl bites."
Shizuo swatted Izaya's hand away and smiled a bit. "Yeah, I know. ...I don't go to other people's houses much, except for Shinra."
"It's alright," Izaya laughed a bit. "I usually don't bring people over, aside from Shinra, so it's alright."
Both teens stared at each other for a second, smiles forming on their lips. Shizuo couldn't help but let his grin widen; it felt good to smile around Izaya, for once. Hopefully, he didn't have to be suspicious now. He looked away from Izaya, resting his chin in his palm as he stared outside. "Should I be flattered that I'm the only one you've invited over, Flea?"
Izaya smirked playfully. "You should be honored."
Shizuo let out a scoff. "Honored? Please, it's just you."
Izaya laughed at that. That laugh was the first thing Shinra heard as he stepped into the class, blinking in confusion. He tilted his head at the odd scene before him; Shizuo and Izaya getting along and...laughing. It was beyond odd, and Shinra couldn't help but blurt out, "What the hell?"
Izaya looked over at him, waving. "Good morning, Shinra."
Shinra raised an eyebrow. "Morning, Izaya..."
Shizuo glanced over at his friend. "Hey."
"Hey," Shinra sat at his desk, glancing at the two again. "So...mind telling me why you two aren't...you know, ripping each other apart?"
"No reason to," Izaya shrugged, running a hand through his hair. "We're friends, now."
Shinra blinked once, then twice, and then a third time. He glanced at Shizuo. "Friends...?"
Shizuo nodded just barely. "Yeah..."
"That's...good," Shinra nodded and looked away. He frowned, shaking his head a bit to himself. The hell...?
Izaya looked back at Shizuo as he stood. "I'll see you guys at lunch. Don't miss me too much, Shizu-Chan."
"Trust me," Shizuo rolled his eyes. "I won't."
Izaya strolled out and Shinra turned to face Shizuo wth wide and confused eyes. "Since when are you and-"
"Don't ask," Shizuo sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "It's complicated."
"Yeah, no shit," Shinra muttered, frowning a bit. "...As long as you know what you're doing, at least..."
That was just it, though. Shizuo honestly had no idea what he was doing. Being friend's with Izaya, of all people! It sounded insane yet at the same time it didn't...he had no idea what to think. And being able to smile with the flea, too? Surely, he must have gone insane now. But he felt fine, perfect even. Ah, that was it too. Since when did Shizuo ever feel... "fine"?
Shizuo shook his head free of those thoughts. It was best not to dwell on those thoughts for too long, at this point. He heard the bell ring and watched as the students came in, finally looking away and falling completly silent for the day. He took a few notes here and there, not noticing how the time went by faster. It was lunch the next time he looked at the clock and, with a small yawn, he stood and looked at Shinra. "Ready?"
"Yep," Shinra smiled, two bentos in hand as they headed out. They got to the roof, sitting down and digging into their lunch.
Izaya strolled out not too long after, a grin on his face as he plopped in front of the two, his own bento in hand. "Hello, friends."
"Flea," Shizuo nodded, picking up some rice with his chop sticks.
Izaya chuckled, unwrapping his bento and pointing at Shizuo with his chop sticks. "Again with the mean names..."
"I'll stop calling you a flea," Shizuo started, taking in some rice. "When you stop calling me 'Shizu-Chan', deal?"
"No can do," Izaya snickered, shaking his head. "Looks like we're both unhappy."
Shinra watched the two converse, frowning a bit in confusion. Seeing the two getting along was weird, extremly so. He ate his food silently, still trying to grasp the concept of the two actually being...friends. It went like that until lunch ended, Izaya standing once the bell rang. "I'll wait by the gate for you, Shizu-Chan."
Shizuo nodded, following after Shinra as they went back into the school.
"Are you really sure you want to do this?" Shinra whispered as they spotted Izaya acorss the school yard, already at the gate. "I mean it's one thing having him at your house, but you at his house? It's just weird..."
"I already told him I'd go," Shizuo muttered, rolling his eyes. "...Oh, and if my dad calls...I'm at your house for the night."
Shinra groaned. "Yeah, yeah. Ok. Just...be careful."
Shizuo nodded absently, yawning a bit as they approached Izaya. The dark haired teen smirked, tilting his head. "Ready to go, Shizu-Chan."
"Guess so," Shizuo shrugged. They said their goodbyes to Shinra, turning and walking away.
They walked down the street silently, Shizuo starting to feel a bit awkward as he glanced at the raven. "...You sure about wanting me to come over?"
"Of course," Izaya nodded, elbowing the blonde playfully. "And I told you not to worry, didn't I? You'll be fine."
"I know," Shizuo muttered. "...I've just never had to meet parents. Well, except for Shinra's dad, but that's different..."
Izaya nodded in understanding. "Well, no worries. My parents are nice. Just don't break anything."
Shizuo's eyes twitched. "Don't piss me off before we get there, Flea."
Izaya let out a small snicker but otherwise stayed silent the rest of the way there. When he had first thought about it, Shizuo had thought Izaya's house would be small, or maybe the same size as his. But no...Izaya's house was huge. Shizuo blinked as they came to the door way, slowly looking at Izaya who was fishing around in his pockets for his house keys. "Your house is fucking huge..."
"Hm?" Izaya pulled out his keys, looking over at the blonde before chuckling. "Well, when you have the money to afford it, you can buy it. That's dad's way of thinking; if you can afford it, buy it."
"Yeah," Shizuo murmured, rubbing the back of his head absently. "Where...where the hell does your family get the money?"
"Work, obviously," Izaya stated as he unlocked the door and opened it. He held it open, smiling a bit as Shizuo slowly walked in.
"Well, my parents work too," Shizuo muttered, adjusting his school bag on his shoulder awkwardly. "But I doubt we could afford a house this big...your damn living room could fit three of mine."
Izaya closed the door behind them, laughing a bit. "Well, yeah that's true."
Before Shizuo could respond, two high pitched voices cut in.
"Shizzy!"
Kururi and Mairu all but ran in, attaching themselves to Shizuo instantly. Kururi giggled, nuzzling the blonde's waist. "Shizzy, we missed you!"
Shizuo jerked, a bit taken back, before smiling a bit. "Hey, girls...missed you too."
"Really?" Mairu gasped, pushing her glasses back up and smiling brightly.
Shizuo nodded, patting the girl's head. "Yeah, really. How have you two been?"
"Great!" Kururi smiled, tucking some of her hair behind her ear. "Oh, we drew pictures for you! We'll go get them!"
Both girls ran off and Shizuo sighed softly, looking over to meet the amused gaze of Izaya. "...What?"
"So good with kids," Izaya murmured as he crossed his arms. "Yet when it comes to your own sibling..."
Shizuo looked away. "...It's different."
Izaya didn't say anything; there wasn't much to say.
"Izaya, are you home?" The voice was kind, gentle, and Shizuo turned to see a woman walking in from what he assumed was the kitchen. She had long brown hair, light in color, that was braided down her back. Her eyes, a warm shade of honey, held nothing but welcome and honesty.
It scared Shizuo.
"Ah, hey Mom," Izaya waved a bot, gesturing to Shizuo. "Shizuo's here."
Mrs. Orihara blinked before smiling at the blonde. "Well, hello. It's nice to finally meet you; Izaya talks about you all the time."
Shizuo raised an eyebrow, glancing in Izaya's direction. "Does he now?"
"All good things, I assure you," Izaya smiled.
Shizuo nodded before facing Izaya's mother once again. "It's nice to meet you ma'am...thank you for uhm, letting me stay for dinner..."
"Of course," The woman smiled before tilting her head in concern. "I don't mean to sound rude, but where on earth did you get that nasty bruise on your head, dear?"
Shizuo went stiff; he had forgotten about the bruise that was still there. He hesitated, trying to muster up a decent response. "I...uhm..."
"He got into a fight," Izaya cut in quickly.
"A fight?" A man walke din then, one who looked like an almost grown up version of Izaya. He had the same dark hair, the same length and all, and the same pale colored skin. The only difference was the eyes, which were dark brown, not crimson. The man, Mr. Orihara, looked at Shizuo with an eyebrow raised.
Shizuo's heart skipped a beat, the blonde gulping. "U-uhm..."
"Yes," Izaya nodded, smiling still. "Some mean teenagers tried to pick on Shinra and Shiz-Chan stood up to them! It was rather heroic, if I do say so myself."
Shizuo glanced at Izaya in mild surprise before looking back at Mr. Orihara. "Y-yeah."
"Well, that was very brave of you," Mrs. Orihara gushed, smiling. "Such a nice friend!"
Mr. Orihara nodded, a slight smile on his lips. "Yeah...and I'm Izaya's father; nice to finally meet you, Shizuo."
Shizuo's reply was cut off by two creatures clinging to him once again. Blinking, he looked down at Kururi and Mairu who held papers in their hands, grinning up at him. He smiled a bit. "Hey."
"We found the pictures we drew!" Kururi giggled, holding a peice of paper up. "Look at mine first!"
"No," Mairu huffed, holding her paper up too. "Mine first, Shizzy!"
"No!" Kururi shook her head, pouting. "Me!"
"Me!" Mairu yelled.
"How about this," Shizuo cut in, silencing them as he took the pictures. "I'll look at both of them."
Izaya cast a glance at his parents, his dad who looked mildly stunned and his mother who had stars in her eyes. He smiled, looking back at Shizuo. Shizuo looked at the pictures, smiling a bit. The one drawn by Mairu showed a very skilled drawing of Shizuo, Izaya, Kururi and Mairu all in what seemed to be a kitchen, cooking. Kururi's showed a skilled drawing of herself and Mairu asleep, Shizuo on a couch near them and Izaya beside him as well. Shizuo smiled, looking at the girls. "Thank you, girls; I'll take them home with me, alright?"
"Ok!" both girls giggled.
They ran off again, Shizuo smiling. Mrs. Orihara gave a small, happy sigh. "You seem good with kids, Shizuo."
"I have a younger brother," Shizuo murmured as he folded the pictures, slipping them inside his school bag.
"Aw, cute," Mrs. Orihara gushed.
Mr. Orihara rolled his eyes playfully, looking at Izaya. "You two can go hang out; dinner won't be done for a while."
"Thanks," Izaya miled, grabbing Shizuo's wrist. "Let's go, Shizu-Chan!"
Shizuo jerked a bit at the touch, following the other boy awkwardly. Alone...in Izaya's room? The thought made him gulp, cheeks tinting a light shade of pink. Quickly, he shook his head. Stop thinking like that! Get your damn head out of the gutter.
Izaya's room, like the rest of the house, was also huge. Izaya's bed was placed next to the large window, a book shelf on the opposite wall. A laptop was placed on the bed, and an entertainment center with an expensive looking TV sat on the far right wall. The room was clean, as well, though he expected no less from Izaya, of all people. IZaya strolled in, kicking off his shoes and plopping on his bed. He looked at the blonde still lingering in his doorway. "What's the matter?"
Shizuo blinked, shaking his head. "Nothing, sorry..."
Shizuo walked in, setting his school bag down and sitting beside Izaya on the bed. He fiddled with his fingers absently, unsure of what to do or say.
Izaya stared at him, smiling just a little. Shizuo was just too cute for his own good. Poor thing looks like a lost puppy. He's so awkward, it's adorable.
Izaya pulled up his laptop, looking at Shizuo. "What animes do you watch?"
At the mention of anime, Shizuo's head shot up. "What? Why?"
"So we can watch something," Izaya replied, rolling his eyes. "Duh. What animes do you watch?"
Shizuo hesitated. "There's...kind of alot..."
"Name some," Izaya ordered, leaning back a bit. "I watch some too; maybe we watch the same ones."
Shizuo hesitated before sighing. "...Bleach...Naruto...Hetalia, both Axis Powers and World series, DeathNote, RomeoxJuliet..."
"Seen RomeoxJuliet," Izaya muttered, laughing. "...It was depressing."
Shizuo laughed a bit. "Yeah, it was."
"I'm not a fan of Naruto and Bleach drags on," Izaya continued, nodding. "As for Hetalia...it's stupid."
Shizuo frowned. "...Excuse me?"
Izaya raised an eyebrow. "It brings shame to history."
"It makes history fun," Shizuo snapped, huffing.
Izaya laughed a bit, tilting his head. "Are we really going to argue about anime?"
"Hetalia is worth arguing about!" Shizuo shouted, snatching Izaya's laptop, fingers flying over the keys. "Watch, maybe you'll like the new season."
"If I didn't like Axis Powers," Izaya began, sighing. "And I didn't like World series, why would I like the new season?"
Shizuo paused. "...The animation is cuter."
At that, Izaya let out a loud laugh. "That was manly, Shizu-Chan."
Shizuo huffed, looking at the other teen. "Just watch a few episodes, ok?"
Izaya frowned. "Why are you defending this anime like it's your child or something?"
"It's Hetalia," Shizuo stressed. "...Will you watch it, please?"
Izaya sighed and almost declined, but the pleading look in Shizuo's eyes made him stop. He gulped a bit, feeling something stir inside of him and he nodded slowly. "Y-yeah...sure."
Shizuo's smile made Izaya's heart flutter. "Sweet!"
Izaya hated being proven wrong, he hated it with a burning passion. So, after ten episodes of that damn anime, he promptly shut off the computer and huffed. "...Ok, so I enjoyed it."
Shizuo laughed a little, smiling still. "Told you that you would."
Izaya huffed, waving off the comment. "Yes, yes."
Izaya laid back on his pillows, smiling a bit. "...You watch such weird animes. Don't you watch Elfen Lied?"
"Of course," Shizuo nodded, yawning a bit. "But...that's kind of depressing after a while."
At that, Izaya chuckled. "What about...vampire animes?"
"Like...?" Shizuo wondered, running a hand through his hair.
"Hellsing," Izaya grinned, sitting up again. "The vampire sounds like you."
Shizuo rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "Does not. And no, I don't like Hellsing."
Izaya frowned. "...Well then. Fine, don't tell me you watch Vampire Knight."
When Shizuo didn't respond, Izaya started to laugh loudly. "Shizu-Chan, that's a girly anime! You big softie!"
"Shut up!" Shizuo snapped, looking away as he blushed. "So what if I watch girly anime?"
Izaya snickered. "The monster of Ikkebukuro really does have a soft side...doesn't he?"
Shizuo rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. "No more anime. Something else."
Izaya nodded, thinking for a moment. "...Do your parents know you're here?"
Shizuo blinked before, slowly, shaking his head. "They...actually think I'm with Shinra for the night."
Izaya nodded and picked up a pillow, hugging it as he stared at the blonde. "...I don't want to get you in trouble again, you know."
"It'll be fine," Shizuo assured him, not making eye contact.
Izaya said nothing, settling for looking out the window beside his bed. The clouds were even darker now; rain would start up at any moment. "...You're sleeping here then?"
"What?" Shizuo looked at him, blinking. "I...well, no I mean...I can go to Shinra's if you don't want me here..."
The dejected tone might probably wasn't supposed to be there, but Izaya heard it. He fought down the urge to hug the blonde (why the hell was he even thinking such things?), and settled for laughing a bit. "I don't mind, Shizu-Chan; it's fine."
The blonde nodded, standing and walking over to grab his school bag. "I'm going to do school work now."
"Math?" Izaya asked, a bit hopeful.
"...Yes," Shizuo groaned, looking at Izaya. "You'll help...right?"
"Of course!"
So, that's what they did for the next two hours. After the two hours passed, they were alerted that dinner was finally ready. Izaya led Shizuo down stairs to the dinning room, sitting down beside the blonde as his mother set plates in front of them. Shizuo satthere awkwardly, starting to eat as he listened to the converstions around him.
"How was school today?" Mrs. Orihara smiled in Izaya's direction.
"Boring," Izaya shrugged as he picked up chop sticks. "But, it's always boring."
"I had fun at school!" Kururi grinned, giggling.
"Me too!" Mairu smiled. "We all got to play games today!"
Mr. Orihara smiled a bot, before taking notice of the quietly eating, slightly awkward looking Heiwajima. "You alright over there, Shizuo?"
Shizuo looked up, forcing a nervous smile. "Yes, sir. Just...not used to eating with other people; my family doesn't eat together."
"That's horrible," Mrs. Orihara sighed, shaking her head. "It's good to eat with your family. You can talk about how your day went and everything. It's the perfect time to bond."
Shizuo looked down at his food, a very small smile on his lips. "...My family doesn't bond much."
There was a moment of silence in which Izaya sent his parents a look that clearly stated, "Don't mention family related things", before Mr. Orihara cleared his throat. "What's your favorite school subject, Shizuo?"
Shizuo looked up. "Uhm...I guess anything other than math...I'm good with words, just not with numbers. History...I'm good at that, too."
"That's good," The man smiled. "As for math...i never liked it either."
"You're terrible at it," Mrs. Orihara laughed, causing the others to laugh too.
Shizuo smiled a bit, watching as Izaya's parents continued to playfully argue with each other. He ate, jerking when Izaya nudged him under the table. He blinked, looking down at the hand planted firmly on his leg. He blushed, slowly looking up at Izaya. "Let go."
Izaya simply grinned, snicering as he whispered, "Your face is really red, you know."
Shizuo huffed, settling for eating his food again. The conversations at the table continued for a few minutes before Mrs. Orihara looked back at Shizuo. "Will you be staying the night dear? It's sure to rain soon and I wouldn't want you walking home in the rain."
"Y-yes," Shizuo nodded. "Er, that's if you'll let me..."
"Of course I will, silly," Mrs. Orihara smiled. "You're welcome anytime."
"Thanks," By now, Shizuo was finished with his food. He stood, looking around awkwardly. "Should I take my dishes to the kitchen or..."
"Just leave them on the table," Mr. Orihara shrugged. "You can shower now, if you'd like. I laid some of my older pajamas in the bathroom for you."
"Thanks..." Shizuo bowed his head awkwardly before walking out.
Mrs. Orihara smiled, looking back at Izaya."He's so cute, Izaya! Really quiet, though."
"He's shy," Izaya shrugged, eating. "It's hard to get him to warm up to people, actually. He's so awkward."
"He's funny," Mairu giggled.
"And cute!" Kururi added, also giggling.
"He's nice," Mr. Orihara nodded, running a hand through his hair. "I like him. But...he's not like the usual friends you make."
"Your father's right," Mrs. Orihara nodded. "He seems...different. Not to be rude, but what exactly made you like him so much, honey?"
Izaya swallowed a mouthful of food, hesitating. "...I don't really know. I just can't seem to leave him alone and...i don't think I want to. He needs friends...and no one else will be friends with him. Shizu-Chan is...a very complicated person, and I'm trying to figure him out. He's...a very special friend."
Mrs. Orihara giggled a bit. "That sounds more like a crush~"
Izaya jerked, choking a little. "C-crush...? Don't be ridiculous, mother!"
"There's nothing wrong with liking him," His father cut in with a smile. "We love you all the same."
"I'm not gay!" Izaya hissed.
His parents laughed, obviously not believing it. Mrs. Orihara smiled wider. "Denial~"
Izaya groaned. Now I realize where I get my irritating traits from...
"Izaya," His dad's voice made him look over. His dad frowned a bit, leaning back in his seat. "...If you do like him, and i'm not saying you do, then...becarefulo, at least? I've heard things about that boy around town, and I just-"
"Dad," Izaya cut in, crimson eyes narrowed as he set down his chopsticks, irritation radiating off of him. "...Shizuo isn't a monster nor is he a threat. I know he has a few...issues, but there are reasons behind those issues. Do not make assumptions. Shizuo hasn't hurt me at all." It's been me hurting him.
Izaya stood, sighing. "...I'll be in my room."
In the bathroom, Shizuo stood in the shower, the water so hot it nearly burned his skin. Hes sighed, washing his hair quickly and getting out, wrapping a towel around his waist. He looked at his reflection before frowning a bit. Being in Izaya's house...is so weird...
He shook his head, picking up the pajamas Izaya's father had left for him.
This was going to be an extremly long night; he could feel it.
Ohh a sleepover :D haha...ok, about the whole Hetalia fight they got into...I'm a major hetalia fangirl and i had the insane urge to just add it in there. sorry, i couldn't help myself. sorry! Anyways, shizuo is so awkward, all nervous and stuff! ^^ please review, I'll update as soon as i can. gonna be really busy enrolling in school and stuff so...mehh.