Will these two ever go back to normal after that "lovely" night? Hmmm...
Enjoyy~
All night, Shizuo slept through that warmth, drifting on it, as if it were a cloud, carrying him further and further away. He then, slowly began to stir and lay on the bed with his eyes closed.
It was cold.
He reached around for Izaya, who should have been beneath him.
He was gone.
His eyes darted open and he peered around the empty room.
Not again.
He grabbed his clothes and threw them on as he raced out of the bedroom, hoping to catch him running in the streets, only to come face to face with him in the hallway.
"Oh, Izaya…Hey there," he said, awkwardly scratching his head. "I was worried you had run off again."
"Trust me, Shizzy, I'm not going anywhere."
Izaya stood in the hall in a typical Izaya-like outfit; black jeans and a black tee. His trademark sweatshirt was thrown over his arm. In his hand was…Shizuo's cell phone?
"Uh, Izaya, why do you have my phone?"
Izaya merely laughed.
"You think I don't have a single memory of what happened last night?" he asked with a sly expression.
Shizuo gulped. "Um…no?"
"You think I don't recognize the sound of a record button being pressed?"
Oh shit. He knows!
"I don't know what you're talking about," declared Shizuo indifferently.
Izaya scrolled through Shizuo's phone and found the file. He pressed it and covered his ears so that he couldn't hear the embarrassing sounds being emitted by the speakers.
Shizuo blushed, hearing those beautiful words again. His treasures.
"You do realize that I simply cannot tolerate the existence of such explicit material regarding myself, Shizuo."
Shizuo sighed gloomily. "Fine I'll delete it."
Izaya knew better.
"Allow me," he said with a grand gesture as he dropped the phone on the floor.
Oh no. Shizuo knew definitely what was going to come next. And it did.
Izaya began cracking up psychotically as he repeatedly stomped Shizuo's phone into smithereens.
As soon as the phone was nothing more than shattered glass, metal, and motherboards, he stopped and proclaimed his boredom.
"I normally reserve this for girl's phones, but you're an exception," he announced with an evil smirk.
"You'll be paying for that I assume?" spat Shizuo with a glare.
"I wonder about that…" said Izaya with a dream-like expression that, to Shizuo meant "hell fucking no."
"IZAYA!" yelled Shizuo at the top of his lungs and he lifted the coffee table that was closest to him over his head and pelted it towards Izaya.
Izaya dodged and the table went smashing out the windo, falling fifteen stories before it smashed onto the sidewalk in front of some elderly man taking a walk, who then passed out from shock.
"I wouldn't go on a rampage Shizu-chan," said Izaya calmly. "This is a hotel room, not my property."
Shizuo managed to calm down because it was reasonable, but still gave Izaya the evil eye.
"You owe me!"
"We'll see about that."
A few hours later they were packed up and heading for the gate. Shizuo collapsed on one of the chairs in the waiting area and began snoring loudly and obnoxiously. Izaya decided to pretend he didn't know him and walked off to buy a sandwich.
By the time the flight was boarding, Shizuo was still asleep. Izaya had enough by then and picked up his duffel, smacking it precisely into Shizuo's face.
He awoke with a cry of pain and glared at Izaya.
"Fucking flea, what was that for?"
"Wake up Shizu-chan. Do you want to miss the flight?"
Shizuo just glared and stretched his legs.
The plane ride was different than all other plane rides had been for Izaya.
It was the first time riding next to Shizuo on an airplane for him and truthfully, he was enjoying himself. He was enjoying watching Shizuo react to the taste of the peanuts and spill soda on his shirt. He liked it when Shizuo made faces at the magazines and stared out the window like a child. But he especially liked it when Shizuo fell asleep again and rested his head on his shoulder.
It was embarrassing but it was evening and it seemed like they were all alone on that flight. It was peaceful. For the first time in a long time, Izaya felt content with himself. Perhaps everything worked out in the end after all.
He drifted off with a full heart and a small light-hearted smile.
A full-forced smack on his face awoke him at once and he cried out in surprise.
"Wake up, Izaya! We don't have all day to get off this plane!"
Izaya rubbed his sore nose and stiffly got up, clutching his duffel. Shizuo got him again. Back in the game now, was he?
They eventually walked out of the gate together and morphed into the swirl of airport-goers.
They were in Japan at last and on the train back to Ikebukuro.