A/N: Yay! Chapter 3 and yes the title is relevant...
Again i don't own Durarara or the characters, i just like playing with them hehe
Sushi
Izaya walked leisurely into Shizuo's apartment. Determined to rile him up and get the fight he had been denied, he settled himself on the couch in the lounge. He heard the shower running and decided spend the wait working on taunts and clever retorts.
Shizuo walked into his kitchen, which was situated behind the lounge from the bathroom which was directly opposite the lounge, absent mindedly. It took his mind some time to register the fact that he had passed Izaya on his way. Pausing with the fridge door halfway open he glanced back to his sofa, eyebrow arched.
Izaya just smiled at him inanely, covering his previous shock at being ignored.
"Shizu~chan showers? Weird I thought you didn't know how" he taunted the blonde, begging him to take the bait. But the blonde just sighed and went back to observing the contents of his fridge. Frustrated Izaya got up and approached him.
"Waah shizu~chan is so arrogant, wandering around shirtless" he wiggled his fingers at the man who glanced down and shrugged
"Can't find one" he dismissed, taking a bottle of milk out of the fridge. Izaya was really frustrated at this point. To hell with it he decided to go on the attack.
"Ah, ah aah Shizu~chan milk is only for good boys!" He snatched away the bottle and wiggled it at him, baiting him to fight for it. Sighing heavily the blonde took another bottle out of his fridge and closed the door. Leaning against the fridge door, he took of the top.
"..."
Izaya was really pissed now, but before he could vocalize his dissatisfaction, he noticed a bag on the countertop that the blonde pushed towards him.
"Kasuka brought sushi but I don't really like it, you can have it"
"You're...giving me...sushi?" Izaya would never admit it to himself but at that moment he was terrified. This was strange, he didn't know what was going on and it scared him.
"Well seems like a shame to waste it...will you just leave?" He was clearly exasperated but not angry.
Izaya clenched his fists tightly, his grip on the milk bottle strong.
"Seriously why are you here? Thought I told you, I'm done"
Trudging past Izaya, Shizuo went into his bedroom.
All Izaya could do was stand there.
Stand and deny everything.
It wasn't happening, it couldn't be...
Shizuo had to fight, he had to shout, and he had to be a monster...
If Shizuo acted like this he was human, just one of the many. He was no longer special.
But that also meant, Izaya was alone.
Izaya wasn't human, he loved humans but he wasn't one, and Shizuo had been his companion, a monster. They were interlocked in a mutual existence of hatred.
Izaya was the devil and Shizuo was a monster.
The monster had danced with the devil and they had done it in their own perfect and twisted hell.
But now he was gone...
His mind reeled with the new information.
"Hnn? You still here?" Shizuo snapped the raven haired man out of his reverie as he appeared in his bedroom doorway, buttoning up his shirt.
"You can't..." he murmured it quietly, unnerving Shizuo who stopped what he was doing and walked closer to the information dealer. Just what was going on he wondered.
"You're a monster!" Izaya threw the milk bottle to the ground, sending shards of glass and milk flying everywhere "You're a monster! So stay a monster!" Glaring at the blonde, breathing uneven he continued raving "You can't be human! I hate you! I hate you!"
All sanity had left the information dealer, as he launched himself at Shizuo and punched whatever area of his chest he could reach, forgetting about weaponry, tactics and composure.
"I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!"
"IZAYA!" Shizuo roared, grabbing his arms and holding them up. he was about to smack some sense into the idiot, but then Izaya looked up at him, and what he saw sent a chill down his spine.
The look in his eyes, he didn't know why but it disturbed him greatly, it was a mixture of fear and pleading. Dropping izaya's arms he realised something.
"Izaya...take the sushi and go home" he said it frankly, but it came out harsher than he liked. Brushing past the information dealer he went to get a broom and cloth to clean up the mess.
Izaya...take the sushi and go home
Izaya was far past the point of thinking, he absently grabbed the bag of sushi and walked out of the apartment in a daze.
Why had he said that? Why hadn't Shizuo hit him? What the hell was going on?
Shizuo watched Izaya's retreating figure from the window, and thought about how different Izaya was acting. He had expected some reaction from the raven haired man for ignoring him, but not one like this. He was having a harder time accepting it than he thought.
But he tore his mind away from these thoughts and busied himself with cleaning, slightly troubled and confused as to why he was worrying about Izaya. So he chose to distract himself rather than delve deeper, because he wasn't sure if he was ready to find out the answer.
Too bad Shizu~chan you're gonna find out anyways lol hey the story has to progress!
Plus i wanna put up the rating! :D
