'Shit, shit, shit!' Shizuo thinks, clutching his phone tightly. He'd gotten it a week ago, along with a new number, so Izaya wouldn't know it was his yet. It's kind of nice that it doesn't shatter into a million pieces, though he's sure he could at least crack the screen if he really tried. He kind of wants to try.

"Orihara Izaya speaking!" Izaya chirps on the other end, and Shizuo glares at his wall.

"Hey."

"Hello. May I ask who's calling?"

"Oh, it's uh…" Oh shit. "The guy...from yesterday."

"I see a lot of people everyday, I'm going to need more information than that." Izaya replies back cheerily, and Shizuo scowls.

"You cornered me in Kishitanis clinic and we-we did...stuff."

"Oh, yes. I remember now! You know, I never did get your name." Izaya says, slyly. His tone is dripping with suggestion and Shizuo refrains from gritting his teeth when he speaks.

"When are you free?" He asks, unable to make his voice flirty or suggestive like Izaya's. Honestly he has no desire to see that little pest again, even if he did have amazing oral skills, be it talking, manipulation, or apparently fellating.

"My, so eager!" Izaya laughs, and Shizuo scowls."Did I not satisfy you the last time?"

"No!" He gasps, then quickly corrects himself when he realizes what he's basically said. "I mean- Yes, well that is… I don't want to meet up for sex, okay!?"

"Then I assume you need some information?" His tone slides into professional so easily Shizuo gets whiplash and he shakes his head in frustration.

"No! Just tell me when you're free so we can meet." He snaps, and Izaya's end goes stares up at his ceiling, at the yellow ring forming there from the times he's too lazy to go outside and smoke. He should really stop doing that...

"Hello?" Shizuo asks, impatient.

"You'll have to tell me your name first." Izaya eventually replies, and Shizuo thinks quick. 'Egyptian name, what's an Egyptian name?! Damn that old hag!'

"Bob." He says, biting his lip. 'You idiot, that's not Egyptian!'

"...really? Your japanese is flawless, I expected you'd have a middle eastern name. Or a Japanese one, your Japanese is flawless. I assumed you were born here."

"A-ahaha! Yes, you're right it would be normal if I had a japanese name huh?" He says, relieved. "My name isn't Bob, hahaha! I'm Naoki. Naoki...Hanejima." It worked for his brother, he could use it too.

"Ohh, like the actor!" Izaya coos. "Any relation?" He jokes, and Shizuo finds himself laughing.

"We're basically twins." He says, chuckling with Izaya. "So, um...do you wanna meet up sometime?" He asks again, probably for the third time because of course he'd be difficult, and Izaya hums warmly.

"How about tomorrow night?" Tomorrow was halloween though, and Shizuo had to attend Celty's party, even though he wasn't in his own body at the moment. She'd texted him earlier that body swaps were no excuse to skip.

"Oh, uh, I have to go to a party… Actually, why don't you come with me? It's a halloween party but I don't think you have to dress up."

"Alright." Izaya agrees easily, for once, and Shizuo finds himself smiling. He has a date and an opportunity to find out what Izaya has to do with his magical body transformation. It's a shitty situation, but having a place to start working things out makes him feel a lot better.

"Great. Text me your address and I'll pick you up, around 6."

"Okay. See you tomorrow, Naoki-kun!" Izaya says, and Shizuo has a rather sudden and painfully vivid image of Izaya getting ready like a teen girl in an anime. It's silly, of course, but Shizuo can't deny that Izaya sounded excited.

He goes to bed feeling guilty, beetle tattoo burning.

"Don't you have another shirt, Naoki-kun?" Izaya asks, when he opens the door. It 5:53 pm, and the sky is fading to a brilliant twilight.

"Like you don't always wear the same thing." He scoffs, and Izaya's eyes widen.

"How would you know what I usually wear?" He asks slowly, on guard as soon as the words leave his mouth. He bites the inside of his cheek, scolding himself mentally. 'Stupid!'

"Well you were wearing that when we last met… And I, uh, well you're pretty famous in Ikebukuro and I see pictures of you sometimes."

"Where?" Izaya demands, smiling in a very dark way.

"Uh, the uh, The dollars gang! You've heard of us, I'm sure. I'm a member and you and...the monster of Ikebukuro are pretty popular there…"

"I see." He accepts that, apparently, and lets Shizuo lead the way. It's a quiet walk to the station, and a silent ride to Ikebukuro. More than not Izaya's typing something on his phone when Shizuo glances at him, and he wonders if he should be making conversation.

'Nah.' He decides, after a moment. 'I don't want to talk to him anyway.' Though it would be the perfect time.

As they start to get closer to Shinra's place, Izaya starts to look almost nervous. After awhile he stops, pulling Shizuo off to the side where they aren't in anybodys way.

"Where are we going?" He asks, face apathetic. The cheerful, flirty Izaya from is gone and in his place he stands showing as little emotion as possible. Shizuo is, again, struck by how quickly he can change his tune.

"To Celty's party." He answers, a little put off by the delay. "She invited me." It's not a lie, of course, but he almost feels like it is.

"I see." Izaya takes a step away from him, smiling apologetically. "I'm afraid I'll have to decline for tonight."

"Why?" He frowns, irritation welling up inside him again.

"I wasn't invited." He says, shoving his hands in his pockets with a shrug.

"It's a plus one. You're my...well, you're my plus one." Shizuo says. 'Not my date.' Izaya smiles like he's a kid who's said something silly.

"I happen to know a lot of the people who'll be attending. I'm not welcome." He insists, and Shizuo frowns harder. He doesn't understand why Izaya would hold himself back, when he seems like the type to happily crash any party he desires.

"It'll be fine." Shizuo sighs, reaching for Izaya's wrist to tug him there himself. Of course he never makes contact, Izaya moving faster than he can follow, and by the time his eyes find him again, he's a few feet behind him.

"Seriously, what's the problem?" He snaps, irritated. Izaya isn't looking at him, though. He's staring off to the side like he's bored, waiting for Shizuo to shut up so he can go home, most likely.

"Look… I doubt anyone would, like, try to attack you or anything. If that's what you're worried about." He tries, gentler this time, and Izaya finally looks at him. He's smirking, cold and darkly amused.

"That's not it." He says, brushing past Shizuo and heading back towards the stations. "Sorry for ruining the date, but I'm not going to the party."

"Wait," His hand latches onto Izaya's wrist as he goes by, stopping the informant and calling his attention back.

'He thinks it's a date…' Shizuo thinks, frowning at the ground because he just can't look at Izaya.

'Well, what else was he supposed to think?' He sighs, biting his lip. Truthfully Izaya had sounded happy on the phone when he'd agreed to meet up with Naoki. Knowing that Izaya was gay, or bi or whatever, wasn't at all surprising.

Well, it had been when he'd got on his knees to suck him off, but that had just been because Izaya had done that to him. Though he doesn't know who he is…

"Naoki-kun?" He looks up, into Izaya's red eyes, and makes up his mind.

"Are you hungry?" Shizuo hears himself ask, tightening his grip on Izaya's hand.

"Huh? Oh, a little, I suppose..." He answers, clearly caught off guard and trying not to show it. Classic flea.

"Great." He smiles. 'This will work too.'

Sliding his hand to intertwine with Izaya's, he tugs him in a new direction. He supposes they can just skip the party, he never wanted to go anyway.

So I didn't go over this very thoroughly... sorry. Still hope you liked.