Title: All The Wrong Reasons
Author: MistressKiko
Rating: M
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!

THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.

"Mirads" are my made up creatures. A more in depth description of what a mirad is will be coming in future chapters.
Pronunciation: Mee-rad

Shizuo's POV

It wasn't a dream.

The dreadful thought sank into my mind as I lay on my bed, frozen. There was an arm draped around me, and a body pressing up against my back.

The obvious lack of breasts revealed much more than I even wanted to think about right now.

"Get... the hell... away from me!" I screamed, my eye violently twitching as I turned and shoved the man off my bed. My chest swelled with pride at the loud 'thump'.

"Ah... ow... why are you so violent?" He yelled, sitting up and rubbing at his head.

"I don't like violence."

"Could have fooled me!"

"You're still here," I muttered helplessly, groaning and burying my face in my pillow.

"Well duh. I told you, you're stuck with me," he snapped. I peaked out of the pillow to see him standing, bending backwards carefully.

This was absolutely nuts.

Did this mean all that stuff really happened yesterday? He could do... magic? Magic really existed?

Stuck with me, my ass.

That stupid jewelry box... wait, that stupid jewelry box!

I hopped out of bed, hurriedly walking into the living room.

"What are you doing?" He asked, trailing behind me.

Where was it, where was it... aha!

This it was, sitting on the counter. I reached for it, but stopped when he rushed in front of me, looking slightly panicked.

"What are you doing?" He repeated, more urgently.

"You came with the box. I'm destroying that thing,"I replied, shoving him aside easily. He clung to my shoulders.

"You can't destroy it!" He yelled as I picked up the box. It was so small I could probably crush it. As if sensing my train of thought, his fingernails dug into my skin, "Don't! Don't, please! I'll die!"

I hesitated.

Die?

I didn't want to be a murderer of all things. But how could someone die from destroying a jewelry box anyway?

"Just let me stay here a month!" He rushed out, grabbing my wrist with his hand, "Then this contract will be over. I promise to back off and I'll give you anything you wish for!"

Ugh, he was just confusing me more.

"Contract?" I asked tiredly, placing the box back down on the counter, but not removing my hand from it. The grip on my shoulders relaxed, and he let out a sigh of relief, before his eyes shifted away.

He looked uncomfortable. Then his manner changed and he narrowed his eyes.

I still couldn't get over the fact his eyes practically glowed.

"I'm not explaining anything when we don't even know each others' names."

"I'm not trying to be buddy-buddy with you. I just want an explanation."

"You're so rude!" He repeated from last night, almost pouting. Would this guy just give me a straight answer already?

"Look... you said I can wish for things or whatever. Fine. I wish you would tell me what you mean when you say 'contract'," I tried, half expecting him to start laughing and tell me it was all just a stupid joke. Because genies... or whatever he wanted me to call him... were not real. Neither were wishes or teleportation.

He definitely didn't laugh. In fact, he looked downright pissed off.

With a huff, he walked away from me, leaning against the upturned couch.

"Humans are so fucking selfish," he remarked, fueling fire into my blood.

"Selfish is inviting yourself into my house without my say!"

"You brought me here! How did a brute like you get a hold of me anyway?"

I clenched and unclenched my fists, trying my best to remind myself how much effort it would take to hurt this man thanks to his freaky techniques.

"I don't see my wish being granted, genie," I taunted through clenched teeth, disregarding his question.

He let out a frustrated breath before speaking, "I am not a genie! Mirad! Mirad," he sighed, managing to crawl up on the couch and hug his knees to his chest, "Being a mired means I can make a contract with humans for one year and they... can wish for whatever they want during that time. Within reason. 'World peace' is impossible."

My eyes widened.

"A year? Don't tell me you have to hang around here for a year. You told me a month earlier!"

He sneered.

"We're not in a contract. Don't get your panties in a bunch. I can only have one contract at a time, and my current contractor has a month left with me."

"Bet he's happy about that," I replied nastily. I was getting a headache, and it only added to my irritation.

Bright Eyes pulled a face that showed he doubted what I had said before placing his chin on his knees and muttering something I didn't quite catch.

"Look, why don't you just tell me who this contractor is so I can just return yo-"

"NO!"

I stopped at the distressed outburst. He looked damn pitiful with that frightened-rabbit look, and it made me wonder what this contractor guy was like. If sleazy men like the ones in the alleyway were involved with him, I could see him being a piece of shit.

Being forced to give in to someone's every demand? What kind of life was that?

"A month," he continued, with a resigned sigh, "That's all I ask. Just keep the jewelry box in your house. I'll even go back into it."

He didn't sound very happy about that. Going from 'tell me your name' to 'I won't bother you at all,' I guessed he had given up.

Jeez, he was making me feel guilty with that forlorn look.

"... I need a cigarette," I said, grabbing a pack from the kitchen and stepping outside into the cool air. After the first few puffs, I could feel some of the tension seeping out of my body.

Oh cigarettes, what would I do without you?

And Bright Eyes, what was I going to do with you?

If he really did just go back into his little box, it wouldn't be bad, right? I mean, I'd still have my apartment to myself, and that little box takes up no room at all. And what about these so-called wishes? Anything I wanted, huh? I didn't have the slightest clue what I'd even wish for. I loved my job, I had a decent apartment, no one messed with me if they knew who I was. I had absolutely no need for a mansion in Hawaii or some shit like that.

I took another long drag of my cigarette.

What would happen to him after a month was over?

… ugh, was I seriously becoming curious about this guy? Then again, who wouldn't. He was a freaking genie.

Mirad.

Whatever.

I crushed the butt of my cigarette into the ground and walked back into the apartment. It was silent, and there was no sign of Bright Eyes.

My gaze fell on the jewelry box, and I determined he probably went back in there already.

… how could he even fit in there?

I chuckled at the ridiculous thought, and looked at the clock.

My heart sunk.

"Shit...!" I muttered, running into my bedroom to change. I was supposed to meet Tom on the other side of town in thirty minutes!

Damn genies and their snarky attitudes!

Before I left, I turned back and looked at the jewelry box. I briefly wondered if I should take it with me, but shook the thought out of my head. He was begging to stay here anyway, right?

I locked the door and ran down the stairs.

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