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.
Shizuo's POV
"Hiroshi Ito. He's just done a few petty crimes.. a few robberies.. been in jail twice, but not for long," Tom said as he scanned the folder in front of him.
"There a listed address?" I asked, taking a bite of my sandwich.
"Yeah, he lives on the east side. We'll have to pay him a visit later," Tom replied, closing the folder and setting it down. I shook my head.
"Not later, right after we eat."
"Shizuo, we've been up all night running around. You need to get at least a little sleep."
"I'm fine. Izaya's probably going through a lot worse than missing out on sleep," I bit, enraged by the mere thought. Tom's expression turned contemplative.
"What exactly is Izaya to you? 'cause, no offense, but I don't think you'd be like this even if I was kidnapped, and I'm the one closest to you," Tom asked with an eyebrow raised. I was actually taken off-guard. I had never really had to put a title on Izaya before.
I blushed.
"Er..." I started, looking down at my sandwich. This was kinda embarrassing. What would I call him? My boyfriend? My lover? "He's... special."
"... special," Tom asked, mockingly. I grumbled and took the last bite of my sandwich, standing up and dusting the crumbs off my hand. I grabbed the folder from the table.
"Let's go," I said, making my way out.
"Wh- I'm not even done eating!" Tom called after me.
"It's a sandwich. Grab it and go," I called back to him, opening the door. The sun was still rising in the sky and the morning was cool.
I shouldn't have been surprised when Hiroshi wasn't home, but it made my stomach drop. Tom and I asked around, and ended up finding out about a bar Hiroshi frequently visited at night. It wasn't easy to get the information, either. Tom had to basically act like Hiroshi promised him drugs and he wanted the payment. I commend Tom for his acting skills.
I remembered Izaya commenting on my acting skills and smiled.
But that smile quickly turned into a frown. Night, huh? We were wasting another whole day. Though, if I thought logically about it, I would have to suffer and wait until the day the contract ended anyway. The time between when the contract ended and a new contract began was the most critical. If I opened the box first, he'd be mine.
I would make sure it happened.
"How are we going to do this?" Tom asked me at dusk, walking along side me, "It's not like I can go in there demanding drugs. We don't even know if he actually supplies drugs!"
"You're right. We have to think of something any guy would go for," I responded. My eyes fell on a group of girls walking in the club, and a smirk came to my face, "I think I have an idea."
x
"You have got to be kidding me," Tom gasped, staring in the mirror in disbelief, "Shizuo, I'm in a skirt."
"Exactly. I wish you had a more girlish figure, but this Hiroshi guy isn't supposed to be the brightest thing, right?" I asked, trying not to laugh as I looked at him. I gotta admit, he made quite the pathetic girl, and my make-up skills were nothing short of atrocious. Hey, it was fairly dark in a club, I think it would work.
"My voice is way too deep! This will never work!" Tom exclaimed, constantly pulling down at the skirt. He had almost cried when I told him to shave his legs.
"Some girls have deep voices, now listen. All you have to do is go in there and try to get the information out of him. If he's a sleeze like the majority of men around here are, it should be fairly easy. Make sure to order him something to drink if he's not already drinking."
"Only for you, man," Tom sighed, looking very unhappy.
"I'll be right behind you. And I'll even try to sit somewhere within earshot, alright? Don't forget that I'm your bodyguard. I'll handle things if something goes wrong," I promised. He still looked wary.
"I don't even understand what I'm asking him though! Contract? Mirad? What?"
I sighed. Maybe I should have explained things fully, but now we didn't have enough time.
"Go," I muttered, pushing him out the door. We were in a gas station bathroom that was about two blocks down from the club in question.
"It keeps riding up!" Tom screeched, and I couldn't help but laugh.
Oh Izaya, if only you were here right now. I know you'd get a kick out of this. Actually, you probably corrupted my mind to even come up with something like this!
The club was like any other in the vicinity. I scrunched my nose up the minute I entered, keeping my eyes trained on Tom as I followed him from a short distance. We both knew what Hiroshi looked like thanks to a photo we dug up in his folder, and it didn't take long to spot him at the bar with a couple buddies.
Good, they were already drinking.
I could see Tom hesitate, and I bit my lip to not laugh. He finally walked up, though, and I watched cautiously as the whole group turned to him. I was worried when I saw some of the shocked looks on some of their faces. Was Tom that obviously a man?
I breathed a sigh of relief when Hiroshi gave a smile and got up with Tom. Tom sent me a quick glance before the two settled at the end of the bar. I decided to seat myself a couple seats down, casually ordering a drink.
"You've heard about me?" Hiroshi was asking, looking surprised, but then he tried to cover it up with a knowing smile, "Well, I am pretty notorious around here."
I snorted. For petty crimes?
"Yeah, I've... always wanted to meet you," oh gosh, was Tom struggling, "I've heard that you'll have a mirad soon?"
I winced. That was a little to the point. Now I really wished I would have explained to Tom better.
Hiroshi raised an eyebrow.
"How you know about that?" He asked, the piercing on his lip glinting in the light.
Shiiiit. Come on Tom.
"We- well. The mirad is inside a pretty jewelry box right?" Tom asked, trying to sound as flirty as he possibly could, "I just adore jewelry! I would do anything for a guy who would let me have that jewelry box."
I almost choked on my drink.
Hiroshi gave him a crooked grin and wrapped his arm around Tom's shoulders.
"Well I don't have it right now, but how about some advanced payment, eh?"
I almost choked on my drink again.
"Not so fast!" Tom squeaked, grabbing a hand the was about to go roaming. He cleared his throat when he realized he sounded too much like a guy, "When are you going to get the jewelry box?"
"I'm gonna get it Tuesday night, honey! I'm sure he won't mind if I give away the jewelry box, he don't need it!"
Ha. This guy didn't know anything.
Tuesday night. Six days. So it was literally four weeks.
"Fluffy?"
I turned in surprise when a female voice was right over my shoulder. My eyes widened.
"It is you!" Akari exclaimed, looking excited, "I thought you said you were leaving town?"
Crap.
"Um... yeah-"
"Yo yo YO! Hey man!"
I whipped my bed back to Tom and Hiroshi. Hiroshi looked freaked out and Tom looked scandalized.
"You're a dude!" Hiroshi shouted, pointing an accusing finger.
I hastily stood up, completely ignoring Akari, and quickly wrapped an arm around Hiroshi's shoulders.
"So you hit on a guy? How fucking lame. Better not let anyone else know," I whispered, patting his shoulder as he looked stricken. I grabbed Tom's arm and dragged him out of the club.
"I... was violated!" Tom exclaimed.
"How much did you get?" I asked, stopping when we were far enough away to be deemed safe. Tom took a few deep breathes.
"Tuesday night. At a storage house on the west side. I was going to ask for a time but he..." Tom trailed off, looking disgusted.
"I'm sorry Tom," I apologized, looking sheepish, "But this is great! I don't need a time, I'll fucking stay there forever if I have to!"
I was so happy I could burst. Now I had a real chance. I had a plan.
Izaya, you are not going to slip away from me again!
"Can we go home now? I really want to get out of this skirt!" Tom complained.
I laughed.
"Yes, yes, we can go home," I consented, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, "Thank you, Tom. Seriously."
"... I would say you're welcome, but I don't know if I can forgive you for this little stunt."
"You know you will."
"I'm never doing something like this again."
"Okay."
"My legs are bare, Shizuo."
"I know."
"You owe me."
"Okay."
"Okay, then right now, I want you to tell me everything," Tom ordered.
So I did.
A tad short. Started late with this one, and almost was going to miss a day, but here it is!
Haha, I could NOT write this chapter without the "Yo, yo, yo, hey man!" used in some form xD In fact, this chapter was a huge break from the angst and I NEEDED IT. Poor Tom. But I loved the Shizuo/Tom interaction here xD
H2302: Mirads are able to chose if they want to grant wishes to anyone BUT their contractor. They MUST listen to what their contractor says.
Yumekui7: It wasn't there when he first came in, but I made him say it! :D
Megumi Inoue: o/o Thank you so much~ This made me so happy :DD!