A Haunting Past
Summary:- Messing with humans was so terribly fun, but in reality it was simply a way to escape his emotional pain and anguish. Teen!Izaya and Teen!Shizuo. Shizaya. High-School fic.
Chapter Two
"Shinra~!"
The young brunette scientist looked round and then scratched the back of his head as Izaya skipped towards him, a curious expression on his face as he noticed the 'headless' rider stood beside him, typing on her PDA thoughtfully as Shinra let out a nervous cough.
It was currently the Easter holidays, but the school remained open everyday for students that liked to study, such as himself and Shinra, shockingly, Shizuo went there all the time during the holidays.
"Hello, Izaya-kun," replied the young scientist, looking at the headless female beside him with a soft expression before looking back towards Izaya. "Anything I can help you with today?"
"Oh, I got a little bit of information the other day about a certain headless rider- and it was correct, considering she's here right now~" Izaya let a smirk cross his lips as he crossed his hands behind the back of his head, leaning against a wall as he looked round. "I'm surprised there aren't more people here! Then again, you did choose the most secluded part of the school~"
Shinra gave a sheepish smile before his eyes were brought to the side, looking at the message that was written on his partners PDA.
-Are you not going to introduce me?- Shinra's face dropped before a smile replaced his blank expression as he looked towards Izaya, watching as the curious males eyebrows raised expectantly.
"Izaya, this is Celty Sturluson. Celty, this is Izaya Orihara, a well-known informant-" Shinra stopped when the just introduced Celty started tapping on her PDA once more. Izaya went quiet, examining everything he could in the simple movement. Obviously, it was impossible to speak without a head, but how could she see, hear and smell without one? How strange...
"A pleasure to meet you, Celty-san~" Izaya gave a small laugh, causing a yellow helmet to tilt to the side questioningly as he ceased his laughter, putting a thoughtful expression on. "I'm afraid I can't stay long, I'm about to get something thrown at my head~"
Sure enough, moments later after Izaya had moved a few steps away, Celty was forced to move as a much unwanted table came flying before skidding across the ground, shattering into pieces. It was one of the times that Izaya didn't want the protozoan to get in the way, but now that it had happened, he might as well have some fun, no?
"FLEA!" Izaya looked towards Celty and Shinra before giving a mock bow, running for his dear life as Shizuo burst out one of the back entrance and chased after him, right back into the streets of Ikebukuro.
"Shizu-chan~! You shouldn't keep chasing me about, or I'm gonna tell the head teacher you're harassing me~!" Izaya laughed loud, feeling the eyes of the elderly looking at him in distaste before scuttling out of the way of the furious blonde. The raven-haired informant seemed amused, considering his expression was bright. "I know you can run faster than tha-!"
SMASH.
Izaya let out a sound before opening his eyes, rubbing at his head before looking up, his dirty brown eyes quickly calculating the appearance of the group he had bumped into before frowning.
'These people are members of the Awakusu-kai,' thought Izaya, flinching when he felt a hand grip his school shirt tightly and then pull him up from the ground. 'I've really done it now, haven't I?'
"Oi, brat, you should watch where you're going," the one holding him growled, shaking him lightly. "Shiki-san could have been hurt because you! Maybe I should smash your face in right now!"
Izaya kept his expression nonchalant, but his pulse had increased slightly as he moved his hands to grip at the one keeping him up in the air. There really wasn't a way out of this, no matter how smart he was. Hopefully, Shizuo would pop out at the right time and give him a chance to escape-
"Kabuto, what the hell are you doing?" Izaya's eyes drifted to the side as did the man holding him. "He's only a student from Raira, put him down."
"But Shiki-san, this is the brat that keeps slipping information to the cops!" an older man, estimated to be in his late-thirties, looked Izaya over before his expression turned into an irritated one. "Plus, he tends to make a fortune from managing to memorize everything he hears!"
"I don't believe it," spat Shiki, clicking his tongue. "The so-called brat can't be Izaya Orihara, there is no way in hell someone as young as him would have such a smart mind."
"But sir, I'm telling you it is-!"
"IZAYA!" the raven-haired teen sighed. His cover was just blown by none other than Shizuo Heiwajima, and now he was screwed. Shiki's eyes flashed as he then looked at him, pulling his gun out and the pointing it behind him, aiming it at a certain blondes head. Shizuo stopped, looking at the mob that was standing there before his eyes landed on Izaya, who was still being lifted in the air. "What the fuck?"
"I suggest you leave," sated Shiki, his eyes glinting slightly, a cold aura surrounding him. "The brat is in our hands now."
Shizuo frowned, not liking the thought of Izaya being killed by anyone but himself, before he took a few steps back, having no desire to be shot and then bleed to death. He could easily tell Shinra what was going on, but really there was nothing he could do, despite being as strong as he was.
If Izaya died, then he died. It was as simple as that. Shizuo turned on his heels and left, fuming silently to himself. If Izaya died, then he would be mad, cause he was meant to be the one that killed that flea.
"Kabuto, knock him out," said Shiki, looking to the side where another man stood. "Ichirin, get the van. I want to talk to this Orihara Izaya by myself."
Izaya's eyes flashed when he was brought down and held firmly, a cloth being pressed against his lips and nose before everything went black.
"Izaya, what did I tell you about listening into my conversations?"
"It isn't my fault father, you talk so loud and it's hard not to listen-!"
A young, raven-haired boy went quiet when a firm smack came across the right hand side of his face, keeping his expression calm as his two-twin sisters squealed and clung to each other behind him.
"Just don't listen! I know you have the ability to remember our conversation word from word! Shiki won't be pleased if whatever he is saying is leaked!" slowly, an older male got up and then left the room, slamming the door shut and leaving a young Izaya and his sisters alone. Turning round quickly, Izaya kneeled down and opened his arms, allowing his younger sisters to run towards and throw themselves at him.
"Iza-nii!"
"Izaiza!"
Izaya tried to shush them, but then winced when he felt a small hand hit his sore cheek by accident, gritting his teeth together as he reached up and ran his fingers over his bruised skin. That would hurt when he went to sleep tonight.
"Daddy hit you again, why did he do that?" asked Mairu, her voice sounding quiet and her lower lip trembling as she clung to Izaya tightly.
"Daddy always hits you everyday and it isn't your fault! Daddy really is loud!"chipped in Kururi, her hands gripping onto Izaya's t-shirt. "Daddy is scary when he's like that!"
"Calm down~" Izaya tried to keep his voice cheerful, but it faltered just slightly. "I really should figure out how to turn of my ultra-smart brain, shouldn't I~? Then you two wouldn't be scared as often~!"
Both twin sisters looked up to Izaya with bright eyes, giggling to one another as they hugged their older brother tightly. Izaya let out a laugh, hugging them both tightly as he bowed his head, his mind far away while his body took the liberty of acting calm in front of his two sisters.
After all, he was nothing more than a nuisance, right?
Opening his eyes slowly, Izaya suddenly sat up, clutching at his head as he looked round, his eyes growing adjusted to the dark as he tightened his grip on his head. He hated dreams, he hated dreams, he hated dreams-!
"So you finally decided to wake up," Izaya's eyes snapped shut as light flooded the room, his eyebrow twitching before he released his head, reopening his eyes and staring at the form of Shiki, who looked amused. "I never thought we would meet again, Izaya Orihara."
"Just Who the hell are you~?" Izaya said dryly, deciding that pretending not to know the man was a smart idea instead of trying to make an argument. To be honest, he was surprised he wasn't dead right now. Shiki looked at him with the same amused expression as he sat down on an armchair, stroking a gun thoughtfully in his hand as he hummed.
"I'm your employer brat, unless you have a death wish right now?" Izaya's eyes watched the gun, knowing that if he rejected anything Shiki said, he could say goodbye to life and hello to hell.
"Ahhh, no, I don't~" Izaya averted his gaze to the side, calming himself like he usually did as he heard Shiki chuckle, placing his gun inside his coat before letting out a yawn "Ummm... Shiki-san, is that all you wanted me for? If so, I'd like to go home. I have my sisters to look after-"
"No, you'll go home after I finish questioning you," snapped Shiki, making Izaya go still. The raven had no desire to anger the Awakusu-kai member, nor did he want to die any time soon. "First of all, where the hell is your father?"
"Dead."
"Fine, where is your mother?"
"I have no clue. I'm taking a guess she's dead too."
Shiki went quiet, thinking deeply before he folded his arms, his eyes cold.
"Since both your parents are apparently 'dead', I assume you'll be taking over his job?"
"I don't want to take over his job. I'm quite happy being an information-broker-"
"Be quiet will you? You'll do whatever I want you to do, understand?"
Izaya wasn't pleased in the slightest, but he nodded, not saying another word. This was going to be a long, long night...
It was around 2AM in the morning, and Izaya was exhausted as he trudged back home, wondering how much Kururi and Mairu had worried about him and how much Namie was going to yell at him for not giving her a daily update on her brother...
And Shizuo probably thought he was dead, so he didn't have anything to worry about.
Stumbling slightly, Izaya leaned against the wall, closing his eyes and resting for a moment, his head throbbing painfully as he tried to collect himself. He had to get home, being outside in Shinjuku at this time was never safe.
If things couldn't get any worse, he could hear shouting.
"IZAYA!" Damn it. Izaya opened his eyes before closing them again, not even bothering to move when a fist came flying his way, only to be shocked when it never hit his face. "Flea? Why the hell didn't you dodge?"
"If you're going to hit me Shizu-chan, then do it so I can go home," mumbled Izaya, his voice sounding tired as he opening his eyes once more, his gaze meeting confused mocha eyes before he sighed. "C'mon Shizu-chan, I'm tired. Hit me and then let me go home."
This was his chance- he could hit Izaya all he wanted and he wouldn't move at all, but Shizuo couldn't bring himself to do it. It wasn't the same. He wanted to hit Izaya when it was closer to a fair fight- not that it would ever be a fair fight, but still- but hitting the raven right now just seemed weak, and he was strong. He wouldn't do it.
"Flea, go home," growled Shizuo, ruffling his blonde hair while sighing. Izaya looked up warily before forcing himself away from the way, taking a step forwards before his vision blurred and he collapsed. On an instinct reaction, Shizuo caught him and then shook him. "Flea? Oi, flea, wake up!"
A/N: I just noticed I never wrote one of these for the last chapter. Hello Minna, Zaya here~~
I'd just like you to know that, yes, this is my very first fanfic, and even though I love the ton of subscriptions I got, some reviews would be appreciated... considering I am a review addict~
On another note~~ How do you think the story has gone so far? Good, bad? Author-san should go die? Hm? What are your guesses for the next chapter (Since I'm not writing hints of the chapters, that was only for the first to give you an idea), etc? Please leave a review for me to read~~
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