"Where are we going?" Izaya asks, though Shizuo doesn't reply. He tugs him along by the hand, through the crowds and to the quieter parts of the city. People bustle past, some giving them looks, good and bad, and others ignore them entirely.
He drags Izaya to a little ramen shop he frequents, holding him by the hand the entire time. Izaya doesn't comment on this, or even react, but Shizuo swears his cheeks are a shade darker than they had been before when they finally reach their destination. He finds himself liking that, and quickly herds him inside before he does something stupid. Again.
"Welcome." The man behind the counter greeted them gruffly. He ran the shop, and Shizuo was pretty fond of him. It felt weird when he didn't greet him like he usually did.
"Um, two orders of the special." He says, feeling awkward. "Please." He add politely. The man nods, heading back to make their food while they take a seat.
"So," Shizuo starts, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. He's not sure what to say so he let's that hang in the air, nervous. It's Halloween, he could be at a party with his friends, and yet he's here on a date with Izaya. He supposes it's fitting, a few days ago the thought would have terrified him and Halloween IS supposed to be scary.
"You don't to feed me." Izaya remarks coldly, and Shizuo slides his eyes over. He's not looking at him. "I'll sleep with you, so if you want to just head to a hotel-"
"No!" Shizuo interrupts, face hot with embarrassment. "That's not what this is." He mumbles, wishing they had their food so he could stuff his face when he didn't want to talk.
"...I see." Izaya stands up abruptly, giving him a wry smile. "I'm afraid I'm not looking for a relationship, so...bye." He heads for the door, and Shizuo bites his lip to reign in his frustration.
"Wait!" He gasps, catching Izaya's wrist. "Please, stay?"
"Why?" He's guarded, and Shizuo curses mentally. He needs to figure out what Izaya has to do with his transformation, and this might be his only chance at figuring it out.
"I-I, uh…" He fumbles, trying desperately to think of what would interest Izaya enough to make him stay.
"Well?" He tries harder to think, considering the few things he knows about Izaya. 'Let's see...He loves humans, he's...insane, he likes to manipulate people, he's an ass, a narcissist, a pest-oh!'
"I'm in love with you!" He blurts, watching the way Izaya stiffens in surprise. "I-I hear about you and that monster Heiwajima and you're so… err, resilient. Yeah! And cool, and uh, when I finally met you I knew you were the one!" He does his best to smile past the was his stomach is churning with disgust.
"You're a bad actor." Izaya informs him, and Shizuo's shoulders slump. He tries in vain to remember how Kasuka does it, something about believing a lie? He's not sure he can convince himself, even for a moment, that he loves Izaya.
But...He's not himself now, is he?
"It's the truth." He lets sincerity simmer in his eyes, thinking of himself as Naoki instead of Shizuo. The rest is fairly easy. "When our eyes first met, your beautiful ruby red and my brown, I felt a connection to you."
Shizuo slides his fingers from Izaya's wrist to his palm and locks their hands together. He looks up at the informant, smiling in a way he knows looks good on this handsome face. He's lucky the gypsy gave him such an attractive body, at least.
"I think you're my soulmate…" He whispers, bringing Izaya's hand to his lips so he can place a delicate kiss across his knuckles.
He doesn't expect to be slapped across the face with that same hand.
"Disgusting!" Izaya snaps, backing away quickly. Shizuo finds himself getting mad, anger burning in his chest until he sees the look Izaya is wearing. Izaya is blushing, if you can believe it. He looks pissed, cheeks pink and eyes burning bright with a mix of emotions.
"What was disgusting?" He demands, standing up himself. Izaya takes a few more steps back, glaring at him. "You shoved your dick down my throat, but kissing your hand is disgusting to you?"
"Yes!" Izaya hisses, furiously. Shizuo can't figure out why he's so angry, though he thinks he's starting to piece it together.
"Why?!" He growls, stepping forward without thinking. Izaya backs up further, closer to the door. "You're the one who called it a date earlier!"
"Because! That's so-so gross, so sappy. It's embarrassing." He huffs, crossing his arms and eying him like Shizuo is going to pounce any second. "And I meant for sex and stuff. Stupid."
'Oh. Oohh! Ha, he's shy! Izaya Orihara is shy!' Shizuo feels elated, finally having something he can tease Izaya with.
"But I love you so much!" Shizuo exclaims, chuckling at the way Izaya's face scrunches up. "All I want is to hold you in my arms-"
"Stop it!" Izaya snaps, scandalized. "You're disgusting!" He hisses, making Shizuo laugh harder.
"But babe," He laughs, stepping forward with his arms spread out like he's inviting Izaya in for a hug. "You know you're my one and only! Our love is like dew on a fresh spring morning, beautiful and brig-"
"I'm leaving." Izaya huffs, heading out the door with a rush. Shizuo laughs, following behind him down the mostly empty sidewalks. He barely notices the shop keeper holding their food and glaring as they leave.
"Aww c'mon. I'm sorry, It's just, I can't believe you of all people would be so shy." Izaya stops walking, looking at him suspiciously.
"You don't know me…" He says slowly, suspicious again. Shizuo pauses, grin fading away as he hurries to cover his mistake.
"Well, well I hear about you and that, uh, bartender guy and you seem so cool, so…" He trails off as Izaya moves directly into his space, eyes narrowed and smile sharper than his knives.
"Why are you so interested in me, hmm?" He purrs, dangerously. "What are you after, information? Revenge? Or... something else?" This close, Shizuo's thinking about the things they did in Shinra's office. It's hard to think with the way his pants are suddenly getting tighter. 'Shit.'
"Uh, that's...um..." He's starting to wonder if Izaya is doing this on purpose, with the way he's smiling at him. It's inviting, and his complete mood swing is making Shizuo dizzy.
"I'll know if you're lying." Izaya informs him, and Shizuo knows it to be true. He thinks quickly, trying to figure out what to do. He can't just say 'Well, I was cursed by a crazy gypsy lady and you hold the key to fixing my situation, so I need to stalk you, if that's okay."
"I-I don't really want anything...He thinks he should say something poetic and romantic, to throw Izaya back off his trail. Not that Izaya COULD figure it out, considering there's no way to prove who he is. Still, he needs a witty and charming comment, and possibly a romantic gesture... But so far, he doesn't know what to say.
"I think you do want something..." He coos, and fuck, It was easier when Izaya was the one being teased.
"Fuck you." He snaps, pulling Izaya in for a kiss. Izaya jerks in surprise, then laughs and mumbles something like "Please do." against his lips. He honestly has no idea what he's doing at this point, but if Izaya can do stuff to him in Shinra's clinic, then he supposes he can kiss him on the street.
Fuckin' gay Eskimo.
Sorry my updates have been lagging. I was in a rough spot for awhile, and I also got a drawing pad so I've been using that a lot when I would normally write. But I'm back now! Also, new story! XD I have no impulse control... go check it out, should be posted soon with TWO chapters already and a lot in store!