A/N: Here comes izaya!
Izaya Orihara's Denial
A streetlamp came hurtling towards the information dealer, who dodged as swiftly as he had the countless times before. This was becoming boring.
He needed to make things more interesting.
He needed to shake up the hornet's nest even more than he had already.
He needed to anger the beast inside Shizuo to the extent that he would lose his humanity.
Wait that didn't sound right.
Shizuo wasn't human.
If he were human Izaya would love him, because Izaya loves humans.
No Shizuo was a monster, he just needed to make him even more of a monster than he already was.
Then things would become exciting.
The mundane grey life that had trudged along at a snail's pace this last week would explode like a chemical reaction.
The chase led them into an alleyway. One with a dead end. Of course it was planned, there was nothing that Izaya left to chance.
"Shizu~chan seems more monstrous than usual today" he practically sang his sentence, grinning at the irate mass of anger before him. Cracking his knuckles menacingly Shizuo growled. The grinding of his teeth was so audible it was almost loud. It was one of the many characteristics Izaya cited as proof that the blonde wasn't human.
Their eyes locked and standing mere inches from each other, neither moved. Izaya was clutching his knife, out of sight as always but there nonetheless.
But the space between them remained.
Staring into each other's eyes, bodies taut and ready, muscles tensed and nerves tingling. Izaya's heart beat wildly with excitement as his thoughts became muddled and confused, a cornucopia of ideas, feelings and memories swirling in a torrent. Shizuo's heartbeat slowed, his mind cleared, he felt calm. His thoughts were all in perfect order.
In these situations they seemed to change. Their constant reality changed into that of an impossible feat. When they confronted each other like this. When it was just the two of them.
Izaya was confused.
Shizuo was calm.
If the wider world knew about this they would surely disbelieve it. To those who knew them and knew off them it was inconceivable. Confusing Izaya Orihara was as impossible as Sherlock Holmes making an unnecessary observation. Calming Shizuo Heiwajima was as insane as Shakespeare writing a bad piece of literature.
Basically, the situation that was occurring was nothing short of a miracle.
"Aren't you gonna hit me shizu~chan?" The adrenaline that should have caused Izaya to launch himself swiftly at the blonde and get a clean cut into his chest was instead keeping him rooted to the spot.
Shizuo kept staring.
"Shizuuu~chaaaaan" Izaya serenaded him, hoping to elicit a most violently delicious reaction but still the man he knew better than himself stood still.
The confusion increased, this time becoming apparent on his face. His eyebrows knitted together. All the research he had done on Shizuo, all the information he had gathered, everything he had discovered about the blonde to give himself the upper hand. It was all plunged into doubt at the strange reaction he was receiving. Shizuo always messed up Izaya's plans, he always did things he wouldn't expect but they were always very Shizuo.
This was not only unprecedented but worrying.
Wait...
Izaya Orihara worrying?
Especially about Shizuo.
It was strange.
Izaya was becoming unnerved and he decided to end this situation before his mind delved deeper, because whether or nor he admitted it he was afraid of what he would find.
"Well this has been fun" He sarcastically rang out and bent his knees, ready to run.
"Izaya..."
With the eye contact broken Izaya thought that perhaps whatever strange phenomena had gripped him was over so he grinned and drew his attention back to the blonde.
Shizuo had unclenched his fists, but he couldn't be certain when. He was standing up straight, strands of hair blowing in the gentle breeze, a resigned expression on his face.
Izaya was shocked.
He had never seen this side of Shizuo before, from all his spying he had never seen this face of his before.
"What's the point?" Shizuo sighed looking the informant in the eyes, but it felt more like he was looking through him, rather than at him.
"Wha...what?" Izaya was losing his grip, he thought he knew what was coming but he couldn't be sure, and even if he was correct the fact that he knew he was right wouldn't offer him any consolation.
So he would stall him, rile him up and manipulate him like he had done countless time before. It was effortless, he would anger the beast, fight with him and then escape back to his office for some silence and muse over the many peculiarities of humans.
"Shizu~chan how's your little brother? I heard he's got a new movie coming out soon" Izaya taunted the blonde, this was his last line of defense, he had never been forced to use it before. His face enough had become enough to anger Shizuo but still there was no change in his demeanor.
"You know there are a lot of people that don't like him..." his smile was faltering, his voice ever so slightly giving way. Izaya was a brilliant actor but this troublesome situation, was taking a toll on him.
"Izaya, just stop..." Shizuo sighed
"Shizu~chan?" Izaya backed up against the wall behind him.
"There's no point...there's just no point" he repeated. Glaring at Shizuo, Izaya burst out angrily
"Of course there's a point, do you think I would waste my time on you if I didn't need to? Hah don't flatter yourself Shizu~chan!" he crossed his arms in defiance.
"Drop the act, I really can't take this shit anymore Izaya it's time we ended this." Shizuo took a step towards him. Backing away warily Izaya kept his glare strong.
"Aww are you breaking up with me Shizu~chan?" he taunted.
"In a manner of speaking..." He backed Izaya into the, wall inches between them. Inches that previously would have meant life or death. But now Shizuo was just standing there.
"What's wrong with you?" Izaya asked, half hoping he wouldn't answer
"You know what it is, you just don't wanna admit it, but I guess I don't really care. I said what I wanted to" He backed away and turned around "Do what you like, I'm done with...whatever this was..." He lit a cigarette and walked into the street and before his disappearing figure was lost from sight, his last few words were carried to Izaya by the breeze "Goodbye Izaya, have a nice life."
Izaya was dumbstruck. He couldn't understand what had just happened. He knew it had happened and he knew why it had happened but his mind refused to acknowledge it. Still leaning against the wall he slid down it, sitting on the dirty ground, he stared at the spot Shizuo had disappeared from.
The gears in his mind churning at such a high speed he was giving himself a headache.
He wouldn't allow it.
He wouldn't allow it.
Shizuo couldn't walk away.
Izaya wouldn't allow it.
One was meant to end the other, it was a struggle, a competition, a battle that was never meant to end.
They were meant to kill each other, but Shizuo wouldn't die and Izaya couldn't be outsmarted so they would fight forever.
Izaya wouldn't allow it.
"You can't run from me Shizu~chan, because I hate you"
pfft drama queen much izaya? you leave my shizuo alone!
aaaaah i so wanted to write a nicer, sweeter izaya that didn't annoy my shizuo but alas what can i do? izaya is a bastard...
;_;
