*snif* last chapter - awww it was so much fun to chat with mustang-girl but well... school started again, we wouldn't have time anyway to continue with this anymore. xD
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Still the same.
"Haha, so always been some nobody~ And you too, ne~?"
He started to crawl to Shizuo and stopped some inches in front of him. Exhausted he laid his head on his chest and listened to the breaths of the blond. Shizuo's eyes widened a little. "Yeah, me too." He automatically pressed himself against the wall, away from Izaya. "-at least you have your inhuman strength. No one can kill you that's so unfair." Izaya started clinging lightly to the others body.
"Take responsibility… Protect me from now on, Shizu-chan."
"That-" He couldn't move, staring at Izaya, arms hanging uselessly at his sides. "I-I ca-can't pro.. protect anyone." He looked away, eyes dropping.
"Ehhhh? You really think that? What a stupid brute you are~" Izaya washed away the last leftovers of his tears and grinned up at the man. He reached out for his arm and pinched it like he did before this whole mess. "You are so easy to read Shizu-chan… It's because of that inhuman strength of yours that could easily break someone.. or already did once~?"
Shizuo still looked away, a hurt expression twisting his features. His body seemed rigid, as he couldn't bring himself to move. "It's true... I only seem to hurt everyone." Izaya finally calmed down fully and rested now more comfortable against Shizuo. He stared at the wall opposite them and thought about if he really should comfort the brute.
"…not everyone. You kept throwing things at me and wanted to kill me and I am still alive, Shizu-chan."
Shizuo twitched uncomfortably. Finally turning his head towards Izaya, but his gaze still lingered somewhere around the others waist, as he was unable to look him in the eyes. "Guess I didn't. But I still hurt so many people. I hate that. I honestly do hate violence, you know? Even if I end up using it a lot." 'Keep talking, keep talking, don't think about what we did'.
Izaya sighed. Was the man always so sentimental after sex? Well, he wasn't any better and had no right to judge after his outburst before… He sat up fully and patted Shizuo's head with an -playful - annoyed expression. "If it's the job – well it's part of your job. And you didn't hurt the important ones. Your friends still stick with you -unbelievable by the way that you have some- they wouldn't if you hurt them. Aw, enough emotional talking~! I wanna disappear from here before someone finds us like… this."
Shizuo finally looked straight into Izaya's auburn orbs. "That not," He started, but then sighed and broke off. "Doesn't matter. We should get dressed so I can chase you outa here." His expression hardened. Enough with the emotions - indeed. After all, Izaya wouldn't get it anyway. He forced his body to cooperate with him, and shoved Izaya off roughly, before picking up his pants and yanking them on.
Izaya pouted at the blond for having him shoved off like that but the man wasn't looking at him anymore so he stopped and started to dress up himself too. He winced in pain a little while he was putting on his own boxers and pants and then smirked at the debt collector. "Shizu-chan~ My ass hurts!... "
"..." Shizuo remained quiet as he got his shirt on, and buttoned it up, looking around for his vest. "You're a wimp-"
"Say, was that a one-time-thing?" Izaya's expression suddenly got serious.
Then Shizuo froze as he realized what Izaya had said. He slowly turned to face Izaya, expression unreadable. "Didn't you hate it?"
Izaya remained with his serious expression, put on his shirt and jacket wordlessly. He slowly walked down the alley, passing Shizuo, and stopped his movements after he created a longer distance between them. "You don't get anything, but I shouldn't have expected anything from a protozoan." He started to walk further. "Why do you think I didn't stop you? Why did I even let you? For once use your brain, Shizu-chan~."
Shizuo stared after Izaya, picking up his vest after finally finding it. He shrugged it on. His eyes widened just a little. "But… you were crying like that… Ah, Izaya, wait!" He stepped forward, his vest still hanging loose, it was torn up pretty badly. "Shit, you really messed me up." He lowered his head in his hand and shook it. "Well Flea, if you're fine with it, I'm in for a repeat anytime. … …" He paused.
"But not like this."
Izaya stopped and looked over his shoulder. He sighed once again at the bluntness of the other man's words. But then a soft smile appeared on his features – which didn't last long and turned into a smirk once again.
"Mine or yours~?"
Shizuo blinked in surprise. Now that was a smile he wouldn't mind seeing a little more often. His or mine what? …House? He grinned. "Yours." He answered without hesitation. He didn't really care either way… but if something went… wrong, then he'd rather it not be in his own home. "Say, are you just gonna walk of like that?"
Izaya turned his head looking forward again to avoid looking at the blond any longer. Because a small blush started to appear over his cheeks again and, hell, his pride didn't want to let the other see any more shameful faces of his. "You can stop me if you want and say properly 'good bye', Shizu-chan~."
Shizuo frowned and some mild irritation dripped in his voice. There might still be a time limit on just how long he could stand the black-clad informant's voice. "I don't need a goodbye. But we're gonna look fucking suspicious leaving like this." He started buttoning up his vest for as far as was possible. Were his bow tie had disappeared to, he had no idea. "And you owe me some clothes."
Izaya's blush disappeared in an instant. 'What a mood killer…' For once he thought the brute would stay nice and play along. Always, always so unpredictable – but he realized it was the part he liked the most about the man. He quickly turned around, stepped closer to the man, dug his hand into his own jacket and pulled it out, fast, with his knife once again slicing over Shizuo's chest.
Shizuo stared blankly as Izaya approached. "Iza-" And then he was cut, again. He faintly patted his own chest, watching his own blood get stuck on his hand. The already torn fabric of his clothes offered him even less protection than usual.
With an amused expression Izaya dashed out of the alley and yelled: "You can get some new clothes at my place, Shizu-chan~!"
Shizuo growled, as he set off to chase Izaya, yelling as always, although the text had changed a bit.
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"Get back here you fucked up loose! I ain't going easy on you EVER again!"
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FIN~
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Thanks for all the nice reviews! I hope it was good enough. I don't know why but we both -mustang-girl and I- write better alone, but we badly wanted to make something together... xD
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