Ghost love
Ghosts don't exist. That's what Shizuo was here to prove or else he'd lose the house and his family's legacy. So why then was the room getting colder, why couldn't he open his eyes and why could he feel a hand smoothing along the curve of his ass?
He was dreaming. That was it. He'd listened to the so called history of the house. His name sake ancestor had been married but had a lover on the side. Naturally things got messy and there was death. Since then any women that stepped in the house were found dead or quickly ran away. Men it seemed were left alone.
He'd felt sorry for the lover. He couldn't think about being trapped in the closet or forced to marry someone his parents had chosen. But the house wasn't haunted.
Shizuo groaned as the same hand followed the crease of his ass. It had been so long since someone had touched him. Relationships just didn't work out for him. He let out a pleased whimper as his twitching bud was breached. His dream lover methodical in his approach. Shizuo felt the chill wash over him, a cold breath against his ear. "Shizu-chan."
Shizuo moaned at the possessiveness in that voice. He wanted to see the owner but couldn't bring himself to open his eyes. It looked like it was a blindfold dream. It was unfair that he couldn't reciprocate but he would make the most of it whilst it lasted.
Shizuo squirmed pressing into the touch, his entrance being stretched finger by finger. He was shivering, panting in anticipation. With a cry he found himself filled, his fingers clawing at the pillow, his body rolled onto his stomach. "My name, Shizu-chan." His lover demanded in a whisper.
Shizuo cried out with each punishing thrust, a cold vice around his cock holding his orgasm at bay. Burying his scream in his pillow Shizuo wiggled his ass begging for his lover not to punish him.
"My name, Shizu-chan."
Shizuo mewled and whimpered as his lover dominated every part of him. He needed to come. Needed release so desperately. Cold lips brushed against his own plundering and consuming. Shizuo bucked and writhed pushed further and further over the edge. In his desperation he breathed a name. "Izaya."
His lover paused in their lovemaking, movements becoming erratic and the cold grip releasing his cock. Shizuo came hard slumping against the sheets. A cold touch gently brushed his hair from his face. "Found you."
Shizuo woke up groggy and sore. Stumbling into the bathroom he spared a glance for the shower and then thought fuck it. The bath plug went in and hot water pounded the ceramic. He'd gone to the trouble of cleaning so he'd damn well use it.
Shizuo tossed lotions and products in, sweet smelling stuff that made his skin soft. He grimaced as he stripped off revealing his softer more feminine body. He tried not to think about the soft twin mounts stuck to his body. He tried not to think about the smooth dip between his thighs. He'd always known he'd been born in the wrong body. That was how he knew last night was nothing but a blissful dream.
Shizuo sighed turning off the taps and sinking into the heat. After the chill in the house it was a welcoming change. He didn't want to think about anything, especially not the fact that he had the body of a woman in a house where women died.
His strength usually protected him, his bones like steel were abnormally hard to break. Just like losing his baby teeth, every break had come back stronger. If anyone or anything wanted to kill him they would have a hard time doing so. That's why he was here instead of Kasuka.
Shizuo sighed staring up and the ceiling rather than the valley of his breasts peeking out of the water. Not enough bubble bath. Shaking away his negative thoughts, Shizuo threw himself into the problems with the house.
Apart from having to clean up himself since all cleaning companies had refused, the house was in relatively good condition. It was old, had its charm and felt like it could be a good home. He just needed to put the ghost rumour to rest and find out how the chill was getting into the house. The heaters were working fine so maybe poor insulation. He hoped there wasn't any holes.
Shizuo stayed until the water chilled, but still not to the degree of his room last night. Reluctantly he pulled himself from the tub stepping out and wrapping a towel around himself. He cursed as he looked straight into the large ornate mirror he'd pointedly avoided. He'd like nothing better to do than smash it to smithereens but it was part of the house and he had to behave himself. Instead he did as his therapist had told him to do. Standing a healthy distance back he met his own gaze reflected back at him. Slowly he dropped the towel swallowing thickly as he traced his curves. He hated it but couldn't deny that everyone thought he was pretty and worth a fuck.
His brother had gotten him in to modelling. He'd been popular but only until trust came in to play. No one cared that he didn't wanted to be treated as a girl, no one cared enough to accept him for who he was. As long as he didn't mention he was a guy it wasn't gay. As long as he kept everything locked inside he was a pretty girl with an hourglass body and soft skin. Shizuo looked in the mirror. "You're not me."
Turning away before he broke his promise Shizuo grabbed his clothes and tossed the towel on his head scrubbing his short hair. That had been a battle in itself. His agency had fired him. Shizuo sighed taking a deep breath and pushing everything down.
Shizuo wasn't sure if he was dreaming this time. It felt too real. He was in the kitchen bent over the counter his wrists pinned to the cupboard. He didn't struggle feeling Izaya's cold lips against his nape. His legs were wide apart but he didn't have the cock that was present in so many of his dreams and fantasies.
Izaya's fingers slid into his panties over the smooth v he kept trimmed and trailed down his slit. Shizuo gasped shaking his head. "Not there." He sobbed. "Please."
Shizuo trembled as his plea went unanswered. Izaya's fingers dipped inside him. Shizuo whimpered hating how strange his body was but how those parts still gave him pleasure. Izaya played with him and then he was bent over further his dream lover plunging his cold rigid cock inside. Shizuo screamed in shock held in place whilst Izaya rode him hard. He shattered around him and Izaya followed suit coming inside him. Shizuo slumped caught once again and held by a figure he couldn't see. "My Shizu-chan, so beautiful."
Shizuo sighed pulling himself from the kitchen floor wondering what had made him pass out. He'd dreamed again. There was a soreness between his legs, what he guessed was a phantom ache. He'd wanted his dream lover to be real, or at least to see who he was. Being fucked by a cold shadow wasn't healthy.
His therapist would have a field day.
Except there was a slickness between his thighs. Shizuo froze thinking it was his own orgasm but he could feel something cold dribbling from where he'd been taken. Shizuo felt a sickness rise up, his gaze warily looking around the kitchen. Was there someone one else in the house? Had he been drugged. Bile rose and Shizuo ran from the room heart pounding with fear.
He grabbed his phone from the bedside table trembling as he fumbled for Shinra's contact. As he pressed the call button, a strange charge went through his phone and with horror he watched as the screen went dark.
"No. No no no. Come on." Shizuo cursed. He needed to leave. He was sure there was someone else in the house and strong or not he was still a guy trapped in a woman's body.
Grabbing his bag he ran for the stairs and grabbed the front door handle. It was frozen to the touch. Shizuo cried out letting go staring at the sheet of ice sealing him in. Clenching his fist he paused before launch catching a flicker at his side. Slowly turning Shizuo stared at the pale figure, deep back hair, red eyes and no feet. Choking out a gasp he backed away with a scream. "Shizu-chan." The male smiled reaching for him.
Shizuo groaned rolling out of bed head in his hands. The house was fucking with his head. He'd never had so many nightmares. Grabbing his phone he looked at the time seeing there was no new messages. As expected. Tossing it down he dropped his head in his hands trying to control his breathing. Today he figured out where the draft was coming from.
Pushing himself up Shizuo left the room and went down to the basement. His nightmare had left him frazzled but he had his strength and knowing he was the monster in the mirror pushed everything else away. The steps would need replacing, the wood rotten and creaked under every step.
Shizuo looked around seeing the basement like the attic he'd yet to get into was filled with past junk. It would give him something to do but it meant he couldn't explore the chill. Shizuo sighed knowing he'd just have to dig out the warm blankets until then. But first a jumper because it was bloody cold.
Shizuo picked up candlesticks tossing them to one side. Kasuka would be able to sell them or something. Not everything was trash. The process was slow and tedious resulting in him spending more time holding back his strength.
The next item was one that had been haphazardly thrown and ruined. Shizuo lifted the painting finally seeing his ancestors face. It was like looking in a mirror. His namesake wasn't smiling but the woman next to him was. Shizuo felt a shiver of revulsion. "Well I can see why it was an arranged marriage. She looks like a snake."
Shizuo tossed the painting into the bin pile. If it was up to him he'd toss the entire lot. There was nothing of value to him in the house. "Ugh, this is pointless." He said to himself aloud. "There's gotta be an easier way."
Shizuo left the basement, calling Kasuka on his phone. "Kasuka, do we really need to keep any of this? Can't I just call a skip?"
"Nii-san, there might be valuables."
"Not for me." Shizuo grumbled.
"Order a skip. We'll let the rest of the family go through it." Kasuka suggested. "Anything valuable keep aside."
"Cool." Shizuo slumped relieved.
"How is it?" Kasuka asked.
"A mess. Basement and attic are packed, I haven't checked the other rooms. There's a draft in the house but until the basement is cleared I can't find the source."
"I meant the ghost rumour. Nii-san, you are a woman."
Shizuo growled. "It's fine. Just some fucked up nightmares. I'll order the skip and then check the other rooms. Bye Kasuka."
Another sleepless night. Shizuo opened the front door and seeing the skip had been dropped off started tossing everything inside. The work out kept him warm and soon he'd made a dent in the basement junk.
Shizuo grabbed the next item and paused to flick it open. A jewellery chest. Sitting inside was an old tarnished ring with the pointlessly large stone. It was valuable, the gold and diamond but Shizuo hated it on sight. It bent under his strength. The ugly ring was crushed and Shizuo happily threw it in the skip.
As it turned out the basement was easy. Everything had belonged to the viper woman, jewellery, dresses and flawlessly painted portraits. It was all damaged anyway, as if a fierce wind had shredded pictures and fabric.
Hours later the basement was clear. Shizuo looked around, lay down on the cold floor and laughed until he cried.
Shizuo panted as his belly rubbed against the sheets. The blankets had fallen off the bed and his fingers dipped inside him. Shizuo moaned as they moved, a slick cold wetness oozed from his clit seeping around his fingers. Shizuo cried not understanding why he was pleasuring his disgusting body. His fingers seemed frozen where they were.
Shizuo whimpered wanting to stop, but he couldn't. His hips moved in the chilly night, his fingers widening his hole. His eyes snapped open feeling his hole become slick. Shizuo cried out as he added more fingers. It felt like he'd put in something thicker. His hips moved and his body thawed.
Shizuo stumbled into the shower blasting the hot water. A sneeze tickled his throat and he knew he was coming down with a cold. Wrapping up warm, Shizuo was in the attic after breakfast.
"Did anything belong to Shizuo?" He asked seeing more of the viper woman's stuff. Shizuo threw it all down in a pile. It was quite therapeutic ridding the house of everything belonging to a woman that had ruined a couple's true love.
The basement and attic was done. Shizuo checked the rest of the house but there was no more things belonging to the woman. His next step was the study he was sure had belonged to the lover. The lock had rusted and with a push he was inside. It was a surprisingly cozy warm room, if not for the chill. The carpet was plush.
Shizuo kicked his shoes off and let the material tickle between his toes. He felt relaxed in this room. The back wall was like a mini library, antique book cases lining the walls. Shizuo found himself blushing staring at the large antique desk and matching chair. His fingers ran over the desk lamp. Opening the drawer he pulled out a yellowed appointment book and an old tarnished pair of glasses. Putting them on he laughed as everything blurred.
Setting them down he gently ran his fingers over the book spines. Tears pricked his eyes. "I'm sorry." He found himself whispering. "I'm so sorry." The chill blew across his neck.
Shizuo left the study alone and went around the house. The parlour was already empty but he'd expected that given it had been where the viper woman had spent most of her time. The rest of the house was pristine.
It took a week to clear out everything unwanted and to a state that satisfied Shizuo. The cold chill was still in the house, as were the multiple sex dreams he'd been having.
Shizuo was finding himself at home with the house. He carried a thermometer everywhere he went. The basement was the coldest spot in the house as he had predicted. Shizuo traced it, avoiding the boiler and toeing at the ground close by the wall. Someone had carved an X into the wall. Shizuo sighed crouching down. His fingers smoothed against the rough surface. Digging his nails in he pried the floor up seeing the uneven dirt underneath.
Shizuo brushed the dirt away, a compulsion to dig moving his fingers. At the first glint of white bone, Shizuo backed away with a choked sob. He stared down in horror knowing he'd discovered remains. Quickly fleeing the basement Shizuo found himself in the study on the phone to the police.
The police had taken the remains away, Shizuo had cleaned the house and couldn't bring himself to stay in the house. He left and passed everything over to Kasuka. A ghost had been ruled out and the house would either be stripped or Kasuka would take the house. Shizuo didn't care. There was nothing left. Or so he thought.
Shizuo hadn't had a period in three months. As always he'd pretended something didn't happen when it involved his body. A trip to the doctors solved the mystery. Somehow he was pregnant. Shizuo was sure it was a mistake but then he'd taken tests by himself and each one came back positive. Shizuo didn't know who to trust. How was he supposed to have explained what had happened, when he didn't understand himself.
Six months later Shizuo gave birth, straight after he vanished from Ikebukuro with his child. His doctor put an emergency note on his medical file and a missing person report with the police.
Twenty years later Shizuo lives in the remote countryside and survives by farming. His daughter attends the local college, which is pretty much one class. It's quiet, the animals are chaotic and he's up at dawn.
Hitting forty means grey hairs he hasn't bothered to dye and long hair he's kept really short. He's spent those years raising his daughter Yua into a beautiful woman. She can handle herself but he still worries. Yua is beautiful but doesn't look like she's japanese. Her skin is like snow, her hair long black silk, she looks like a fairytale princess and Shizuo fears she would vanish one day.
Yua doesn't have a father, Shizuo hasn't been with anyone. He can't trust anyone. Checking the time he knows his daughter is late and that's when worry fills his gut urging him to go and look for her. He gets as far as opening the door, relief filling him as she walks up the path perfectly fine.
"Dad!" She yells happily diving into his arms. Shizuo smiles holding her gently. His daughter isn't alone and he doesn't want any accidents. "Oh. I want to introduce you. This is the transfer student, Izaya Orihara."
Shizuo flinches standing room his full height and looking down on the guy with short black hair, red eyes to match his daughter and a face so familiar it's a guy punch. The name...how many times had he screamed that name in his dreams. Izaya watched him.
"Your friend?" Shizuo swallowed.
"He said he was your friend." His daughter grinned. "So is he my brother? A secret twin? We look identical, I am a lot paler though."
Shizuo shook his head glancing over at Izaya. "Actually I'm your father."
His daughter jumped looking between them. "What?"
Shizuo sighed. "It was you."
Izaya grinned. "Yep. You gonna invite me in, Shizu-chan."
Shizuo sighed walking into the sitting room. His daughter and Izaya joined him. "What's going on?" His daughter demanded. "You look the same age as me!"
Izaya grinned. "Simple. Your father fucked a ghost."
Shizuo groaned. "I didn't know I was being fucked by a ghost. But yeah. I found human remains when cleaning an old family house."
"That was me. That and meeting you again released me so I could be reborn and here I am." Izaya finished.
"Wow!" His daughter gasped. "So that's why I can turn invisible?"
Shizuo looked at Izaya who nodded. "Guess so. You know I'm not your Shizuo."
Izaya shrugged. "It's your soul. Deep down you remember. But I was reborn for you."
Shizuo blushed. "I'm old."
"You're prefect." Izaya smiled. "You're also mine, always have been."
Yua clapped. "This is great. I'm going to my room. Have fun."
Shizuo sighed taking Izaya to his bedroom and closed the door. "It won't be cold this time." Izaya promised leading him to the bed. And it wasn't.
End