Title: All The Wrong Reasons
Author: MistressKiko
Rating: M
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters! This includes Hello Kitty.
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.
Shizuo's POV
It was pretty much perfect. Right out of the city, not too extravagant but not a hole-in-the-wall, and decent sized. It even had a swimming pool.
Izaya was still pouting because it wasn't a fantasy suite, but whatever.
"Will you stop sulking?" I asked, looking away from the TV and to the body lying in the next bed over. He was facing away from me, his limbs haphazardly spread out over the blanket. He had been a lazy bum since we got here this afternoon, actually, refusing to grant any wishes and just napping the day away.
"There's nothing to do," he replied, his words muffled by the green pillow underneath him.
"Watch TV."
"Boring."
"Go swimming."
"I would love to go swimming, but someone won't go with me," Izaya replied, the comment clearly directed at me. I had never really been fond of swimming. My ears tended to clog up if I stayed underwater any amount of time, and the smell of chlorine wasn't the most appealing.
I leaned back, staring at the ceiling.
"If you dye my hair brown, I'll go swimming," I bargained. What the hell, if it made him stop moping around for no good reason, I could keep my head above water. And this might prove to be a good negotiation to get what I wanted.
He was still for a moment, and then slowly turned toward me.
"You're mean," he stated with a completely straight face. How many times was I going to hear that sentence?
"We've established this."
"I like your blonde hair."
"We've established this too."
"... will you really go swimming?" He asked, looking doubtful.
"Yes, Izaya."
He huffed, twisting around to face the other side of the room again. What the hell was I supposed to do to make this guy happy? Sheesh, I could practically feel the negative energy from here.
I turned back to the TV, fully intending to just leave his moody ass alone. But there was a mirror right behind the TV, and my eyes widened when I saw a brunette me staring back.
Wow, this was so foreign to me now. It'd been... I didn't even know how many years since I had dyed my hair blonde. I weaved my fingers through the coffee-brown tresses.
"... okay, so why are you still lying in bed?"
"I'm afraid of looking at you."
"Oh come on," I sighed irritably, "Do male mirads have menstrual cycles?"
"No, we don't," Izaya replied, turning abruptly. He stared at me, "... hm. It's... different."
"No shit," I said sarcastically, turning off the TV, "So are we heading to the pool now?"
"Skinny dipping?" He spoke, a spark of playfulness back in those eyes. Good.
"Not in your lifetime."
"Damn, that's pretty long," he said, frowning. I quirked an eyebrow.
"How long do you guys live?"
"Actually, I don't know. Never seen one die," Izaya commented, shrugging. Well that was definitely something to ponder. Were mirads immortal? I hoped not.
"I'm going to need something to swim in," I said, looking down at my clothes, "Or, I wish for something to swim in."
A sense of dread filled my entire being when a huge grin formed on Izaya's face. I felt the air hit me as my clothes faded away, and tentatively looked back down.
"... give. me. trunks. right. now." I ground through gritted teeth, staring at him with murder in my eyes. Izaya busted out laughing, hitting his fist against the bed.
"W- why? It... looks s- so sexy!" He managed through his laughter. My muscles were trembling in rage, and I was going to pass the redness on my cheeks as anger.
Why did I not think about that wish more carefully? It was Izaya we were talking about. Of course he would choose to give me a hot pink speedo with a winking Hello Kitty plastered on the front. I now fully understand the meaning of being careful what you wish for.
With a war cry, I launched myself at the laughing man. I saw his eyes, glistening with mirthful tears, widen, and right when I was about to grab him, I fell against the blankets of his bed.
"You should know you can't do that!" Izaya taunted from behind me, "But damn, I'm glad you did. The view's even better from the back!"
I registered the fact my ass was hanging out in midair with me being bent over like this, and the embarrassment multiplied rapidly. I hurriedly stood up and faced him, frustrated beyond belief at my utter disadvantage.
"Give me swimming trunks. Now," I growled, immensely uncomfortable in my current garment.
Izaya just laughed again, sitting down on my bed. I felt something change again, and was relieved to see a normal pair of orange trunks covering me.
"That was so funny," Izaya said happily, wiping at his eyes.
"I shouldn't even go to the pool now," I muttered, walking into the bathroom to grab two towels.
"You promised~" Izaya sung, following me out the door. I stopped suddenly, and he nearly bumped into me.
"Is the pool close enough? Can I leave the jewelry box in here?" I whispered, just in case others were around. And I was sure the hotel walls weren't that thick.
"Ah... it should be fine," Izaya answered, looking surprised, like he didn't even think of that, "We'll have to see. If I suddenly disappear, don't freak out!"
"I'm too used to seeing you disappear to be freaked out by it," I replied, making my way down the stairs. Night had fallen just about an hour ago, leaving a sky full of stars and the pool area illuminated with swirling blue light. I was happy to see no one else was occupying it. Though, the glow of lights from some of the rooms above made me aware people could look out of their windows at any moment, "Don't go teleporting around here. If someone sees you, there will be trouble."
"Yes sir!" Izaya said, opening the pool gate, "Aw, they don't have a hot tub."
I was disappointed as well.
"A place with a hot tub would have been more money," I reasoned.
"So? You have an unlimited amount of money right here," he said, pointing to himself.
"I do? Weren't you saying you wouldn't give me the money?"
"I didn't say I wouldn't, just that I'd ask for something in return," Izaya said, trying to look innocent, "Wish me some trunks!"
Rolling my eyes, I did as I was told. In the next second, maroon trunks were hanging from his hips, and he turned around, about to rush to the pools edge and probably jump right in.
Something caught my eye, and I reached out to grab his arm before he could leave. I felt that smooth heat almost immediately, but I was too busy staring to fully appreciate it.
"Hey, wha-" Izaya stopped when he saw me staring at his back. He abruptly struggled, twisting in my grip to hide his back, "Let go, Shizuo."
Scars. Long marks decorated his back in criss-crosses.
"When did you get those?" I asked quietly, not complying with his words.
"It doesn't matter. I wanna swim," Izaya replied, looking toward the water. The fact he talked like they were no big deal hurt. I let him go.
He glanced at me before running to the pool and cannon-balling in.
He was safe right now. But what would happen after this? Would he tell me to put the jewelry box somewhere? Where? Where could it not be found by disgustingly selfish assholes who would take advantage of him?
It was the first time that the fact I could contract with him hit me.
It was a confusing feeling. I didn't want to have control of another person like that. It felt wrong. But he'd have at least one more year of freedom.
Hell, that's not good enough either! He shouldn't have a certain time limit left of freedom in the first place! Why the fuck did these mirads even exist?
"Come ooooon, Shizuo!" He whined from the pool, holding on to the edge as he looked at me expectantly. He obviously didn't want to talk about the scars. He didn't want to talk about anything including his past, actually.
I walked over to the pool's stairs, making my way in bit by bit. I shivered when I discovered the water was a bit chilly.
"Why didn't you jump in? So boring," Izaya said, swimming over to me.
"I don't like water in my ears," I replied truthfully, submerging in the water up to my neck. He ducked, sucking the pool water into his mouth, and squirting it at me. It hit my cheek, and I grimaced, "Gross. Stop."
"Gross? You already kissed me," Izaya said with a grin. I rolled my eyes, kicking off the side of the pool to go drifting further into the deep end. After being in the water for a while, my body grew used to the temperature, and it was very soothing. Izaya was doing flips and I don't know what else. I suddenly wished I had grabbed a pack of cigarettes before coming down here.
Something barked.
I looked over the pool's edge to see a small golden brown dog with its snout poking through the fence. It stared back at me, and slowly began wagging its tail.
"A dog?" Izaya asked, floating over to me. At Izaya's appearance, the dog went crazy with its barking, "I think he can sense I'm not human."
Animals had acute senses indeed. Though his, or her, yips were getting annoying.
"Go back underwater."
"You want me to drown myself over a dog?" Izaya asked with a frown.
"If he stops barking."
Izaya pouted, and then he wasn't there. I looked around in panic, and then saw him right beside the dog.
"I told you not to do that!" I hissed, looking up at the windows.
"Oh it's dark," Izaya replied, on his hands and knees, "Hi little guy."
The dog stopped barking, and took a few steps back, nose up in the air cautiously. Izaya held out his hand, and the dog slowly approached, smelling the hand. With just a couple sniffs, the dog was wagging his tail and giving Izaya's hand a bath. Izaya chuckled and started petting it.
"If you get too friendly, he'll keep hanging around here," I warned, lifting myself from the pool and sitting on the edge, "He have a collar?"
"Nope. He's dirty, too," Izaya replied, scratching behind the dog's ears. Seems the dog really liked that, for he promptly flopped down on his side and huffed with contentment.
"Might be a stray," I commented, walking over to our towels and grabbing one, wiping down my body.
"He's sweet," Izaya said, standing up and joining me. The dog started barking again, "Hey, wish for a dog treat!"
I raised an eyebrow.
"Er... kay. I wish for a dog treat," I repeated. Said dog treat appeared in Izaya's hand, and he tossed it at the fence. It soared right through the hole, and landed to the right of the dog. It jumped, startled by something appearing like that, but then gobbled it up, "Alright, alright, enough."
We walked back up to our room. After wishing for new clothing and taking a shower, I threw on a t-shirt and boxers while Izaya was taking his own shower. I gotta say, I could get used to not dealing with people when I would normally have to go shopping to get this stuff.
I yawned, slipping underneath my covers, suddenly very tired. I closed my eyes just as the sound of the running water stopped. I was vaguely aware of the bathroom door opening and shutting, and the light on his side of the room being turned off, before all was silent and dark and perfect for falling asleep.
And so I did.
... I had so much fun writing this chapter. And I skipped a class to write this chapter. Bad me. XD This chapter is longer than the others and has more actually happening, so I hope I made up for the last chappie!
narc09: Ha, I love Aladdin XD I knew EXACTLY what you were talking about