When Izaya awoke the next day, he noticed someone was holding him close to their chest. He wriggled out of the hold, nearly falling off the bed in the process. He looked at the sleeping man next to him, and his eyes widened.
Shizuo?
What is Shizuo doing here?
He looked around; he recognized this place as Kida's guest bedroom. That meant that he and Shizuo had probably gotten roaring drunk and ended up-
Izaya rubbed his lower back. It didn't hurt. But they were in bed together, and he was naked…They had to've done something! The informant slapped himself mentally as he tried to remember the previous night's events.
Eventually the bartender stirred, and Izaya hid under the blankets. He knew he was about to be brutally murdered.
The blond cracked open an eye, looking at the lump in the covers. "Izaya…What are you doing?" He asked, sitting up and yawning.
"N-nothing!" Izaya jumped off the bed, sitting in the corner.
They sat in a very awkward silence for what (to Izaya) seemed like hours, when Shizuo spoke up.
"Nothing happened last night, so stop worrying about it."
"Well, something happened! I'm naked, and you're in your boxers…"
He glared at the raven. "Nothing happened. Someone slipped you ecstasy, and then you got all horny. But it's not like I did anything about it."
"Why am I naked then?"
"Don't ask me, louse!" Shizuo growled, standing up. He grabbed his clothes and started to dress himself.
Izaya watched him closely, examining the bartender's body. He swallowed, his face had started to get red again.
Thoughts passed through his mind, like 'he'll never love you', 'your love is unrequited', 'just stop this, Izaya…'
The raven found his boxers, pulling them on and standing up. He bit his lip and stared at Shizuo, who was yawning.
"Sh…Shizuo?" The informant said timidly.
"What?" The blond snapped.
"You hate me, right?"
"Yeah."
Izaya didn't know why he even asked that, he knew the answer would always be yes. Always, always, always.
Shizuo walked towards the door. "Well, kill ya later," he said casually, opening the door and leaving the room.
Izaya waited until the footsteps faded away to burst into tears. He threw himself onto the bed, burying his face in a pillow. He didn't want this; he didn't want to be in love. Especially not with Shizuo.
He loved humans, and as far as he was concerned, that's something Shizuo wasn't.
"Dammit!" he screamed into the pillow.
Kida ran into the room then. "Izaya, would you quiet down? I'm trying to sleep, man!"
Izaya sat up slowly, wiping his eyes. "Y-yeah, sorry. I'll just leave. Great party, Kida-kun."
"Thanks…" The teen walked back into his own room, shutting the door.
The informant gathered his things, getting dressed. He called Celty and asked for her to pick him up; he didn't feel like walking home.
He stood outside, the cold wind hitting his face. Celty arrived minutes later on her horse. She looked Izaya over and typed, [Are you doing alright? You look terrible.]
"Thanks, Celty. Could you just take me home, please?"
The Headless Rider nodded, and Izaya hopped on the back of her motorcycle. He wrapped his arms around her waist, suddenly feeling the need to be close to someone. Celty patted his hand. [Will you tell me what happened when we get there?]
"Y-yeah," the raven said meekly.
When they arrived at Izaya's penthouse, the informant made some coffee for himself. "Want any?" he gestured to Celty jokingly.
If the rider had eyes she would have rolled them. [Okay, so what happened?]
Izaya took a seat on the couch next to Celty. He took a deep breath. "Um, well I'm not really…I don't remember what happened. But Shizuo said someone gave me Ecstasy. And that's his excuse for us waking up in bed together."
Celty typed a frantic response. [YOU WERE IN BED TOGETHER? WOAH, TELL ME MORE!]
He glared at her. […Sorry, I'm not helping.]
Izaya closed his eyes, and suddenly he remembered.
"He gave me a handjob!" He exclaimed, standing up.
The Headless Rider jumped slightly. [Wow, really? That's…hot.]
Izaya tugged at his own hair. "Oh my God, I can't believe this…And he wasn't drunk…do you know what this means, Celty? Maybe…maybe he likes me, even if just a little!" He started to dance around the room like a lunatic.
The Dullahan crossed her arms, watching the ecstatic raven. She was glad he had more faith in himself now.
Izaya came down from his high a few minutes later. He sighed, plopping back down onto the couch. "I really hope he likes me…even if…just a little…" He repeated, this time less enthusiastic.
