Bazzinga~!
•Chocolate Mixture•
Warm.
Izaya was warm.
Izaya was with a normal temperature, finally.
Shizuo sighed in relief, his thumb rubbing Izaya's temple softly. Some fingers of Shizuo's right hand were stroking Izaya's hair every now and then. His left arm still used as some kind of pillow by Izaya. The lights were on, the rain was pouring down outside. For third time that day the sky cried.
Drip, drip, drip.
Izaya was asleep.
Izaya seemed comfortable.
Shizuo wasn't asleep.
Shizuo seemed uncomfortable.
Unlike Izaya, Shizuo didn't have a support for his neck and to use the arm of the couch would be as uncomfortable. If he was uncomfortable Shizuo should move then?
No.
-…Why was that?
Because… -Shizuo was so nervous for a while now- …because, he was afraid that Izaya would stir and move away. It would be very lamentable. Seeing that Izaya was very close to Shizuo's chest, his stomach and legs…
Shizuo was more than willing to sacrifice a night of sleep if he could make that sensation last longer.
And what sensation it was!
Their legs tangled together, their thighs pressing against each other, their stomachs and breathing contractions dancing in a same pace. Izaya's left hand was grasping with his fingers Shizuo's shirt, his slender fingers peeking over the cast of his hand. Shizuo knew Izaya's right hand and arm was somewhere between their bodies, but he really didn't want to think in what kind of place, of better said in which area it was…
Nevertheless, Shizuo felt good and Izaya felt good so everything was… good, right?
Yes.
Shizuo could care less about the horrible pain in his neck tomorrow.
He was in bliss.
Something warm was placed inside his chest, his heart beating hard, a tidy rhythm.
He was feeling good.
So good…
Why?
Why he was feeling good?
Why did his heart beat so hard?
Why so fast?
Why did he want to stay like this?
Why?
Why did he want to set his lips over Izaya?
Why the strongest man in the city was afraid of tomorrow?
•••••
Secure, secure in his arms.
Shizuo was falling asleep.
Secure, and safe in his arms.
Shizuo took a deep breath pulling Izaya against himself.
Guarded, with all his might.
'This…' Shizuo glanced at the person in his arms '…Izaya…' his eyelids felt heavy '…this…' Shizuo pressed his lips on top of Izaya's head '…this is mine…'
Shizuo drifted to dreamland.
•••••
Hours Passed and…
There was an imperceptible twitch on his eyelids.
His body reacted on his own.
His thoughts were unclean.
His body felt weird
His mind was hazy.
He felt as if a gulp of cider had slid through him.
He wasn't cold anymore.
But.
There was a blurring, a buzzing, an echoing pain...
Ding, ding-ding, ding-ding-ding…
Suddenly.
All of it smearing away.
It was a ravenous feeling ravaging through him.
It didn't settle his heart.
It left him messy inside.
He opened his eyes slowly. His sight couldn't focus. His body felt numb.
He checked his head. As incongruous as it sounds.
He had to make sure it was his head, because if not, then it wasn't his problem.
Oh.
It was his head.
Oh.
It was his body.
Oh.
Those were his fingers.
That was his hand.
Fingernails, skin, muscle, tendons, bones, veins, cells, atoms…
Hehe, that was funny. No wait. NO. It wasn't funny!
Anyway. This. Thaaaat. All of that.-
-Wasn't his apartment.
Analyzing the past events with a, metaphorically and hypothetically speaking, cold head Izaya resumed his night.
Something was wrong.
Something was just terribly wrong.
Or… wasn't it…?
Bleh. Who cares?
Anyway!
Why…?
Why was he there…?
Why was he in the arms of his most hated enemy…?
He really didn't care…?
Izaya was in Shizuo's apartment.
He looked more carefully at Shizuo's face, inching closer and closer.
Why?
Why in first place Izaya had invited Shizuo to be near him…?
The past couple of days seemed like a distant dream.
•••••
The rain still poured down outside. A fine mist pasting on the crystals of the windows of the apartment, cold and humidity rounding every corner of the city's morning. A foggy weather.
It's heavy.
Something heavy was on top of his stomach; it didn't feel bad to have it on top of him, though it was getting harder and harder to breathe. Also, there was an extra squeeze added to both sides of his body. A hand was on the middle of his chest, pressing lightly.
"…Shizu-chan," a voice descended from above.
Shizuo stirred, but didn't wake up.
"Shizu-chan," the voice spoke again. Shizuo wrinkled his brow muttering an intelligible, "what?"
"I'm hungry," the voice that descended from heaven said.
"…" Shizuo hear it but didn't really listen to it.
"Shizu-chan I want something to eat," Shizuo moved his head and body to the side adjusting his body on the couch he was sleeping on, wrinkling his brow a bit more and taking a deep breath. There was a time of silence. Shizuo felt something akin to a stare.
The weight over his navel and stomach shifted, soft breaths ragged against his face.
A warm cheek moved smoothly over Shizuo's side of face, "Shizu-chan do you want some too?"
Despite the absurdity of this one-sided talk Shizuo still come up with a few conclusions:
"What-ever… Izzy… lemme sleep…" Shizuo grunted drifting to dreamland again.
"Aww… OK then," Izaya said in a rather soft and disappointed tone.
The weight on top of Shizuo was removed.
Somehow… Shizuo's body felt a bit lonely…
There were a few steps, a moment of silence and then were more noises. There was a turn in the lights from on to off, a door opened and then soon after it was closed.
It took several minutes to Shizuo's mind to register what have happened.
Izaya was on top of him. (Shizuo didn't mind it.)
Izaya was hungry. (Shizuo didn't mind… much. Izaya could do his own food.)
Izaya asked Shizuo if he wanted some food. (Shizuo didn't want. Not right there at least.)
Izaya left the apartment to get food and probably wasn't going to return.
-… Shizuo did mind that…-
Shizuo's body jerked forward suddenly wide awake. He looked frantically around. There was no-one there, it was empty. Shizuo jumped out of the couch, rushing outside.
The rain still pouring down, the sunlight could be barely seen through the cloudy weather. Shizuo dashed through the hallway of the building of his residence. He went down the stairs in an incredible speed. Shizuo trotted stairs down.
"…What... What I'm doing...?" he asked himself at some point on his journey. He slowed his pace, coming to a halt.
"I don't have a reason to stop him, do I?" Shizuo stood in silence thinking.
No matter how hard he tried to think, he couldn't think in a suitable excuse to deny what he had affirmed before. Or rather he didn't want to think in a suitable excuse for the reaction he made. It was so foreign. The things Shizuo was feeling for him.
All what have happened to him yesterday, damn just hours ago!
It was – It was!
Everything was going so fast!
A day! No! A night!
That was all it took to him to change!
For him…
Those feelings! Those fucking feelings! Were confusing! Annoying! Weird!
He didn't know what it was!
All was so, so damn scary.
•••••
Shizuo breathed out letting warm water wash his doubts away. The water of the shower was the only thing in what he wanted to think about. He soaped his body, scrubbing dirt away. He didn't want to leave that cramped rectangle. He was in peace there, unaware of the vicissitudes outside of the security of that small room. But he knew better, he couldn't get away forever. He needed to keep on living, no matter how annoying it was.
He has work to do.
And he was late.
Shizuo stepped outside wrapping a towel around his navel, taking another towel for his head drying lightly his hair. Unfortunately, the clothes he needed were in the laundry area. He growled annoyed. His day couldn't get any better!
Shizuo strolled crossing the living-room. He glanced at the couch and saw his jacket on it. Was it there before? He didn't pay much attention to it, walking straight to find his clothes for work. When he found them and returned to his room he sniffed something in the air. Slowly his steps stopped and his head turned to the kitchen area.
There on the counter of the kitchen a pair of red eyes stared at him, certainly, Izaya was amused.
"Shizu-chan, trust his neighbors very much, doesn't he? Leaving the door unlocked, even though, we live in the hard times of delinquency. Or it is, perhaps, that Shizu-chan is too full of himself and trust blindly on his own audacity to handle a robbery attempt? It might just be that Shizu-chan forgot to lock the door when he went to shower. Yep, the last one is more likely, right-right ~ Shizu~ chan~?" Izaya smiled evilly.
Shizuo was lost for words.
•••••
Izaya frowned and decided that the contest of stares was pointless if it meant that the food he was making was going to get burn. So he turned his gaze to the saucepan instead of the half-naked Shizuo. It was a difficult choice to decide, between watch a well-toned blond bodyguard half-naked, or a soon to be delicious looking meal? No. It wasn't. Apparently.
Shizuo, however, was still staring or gawking, something between the two forms, at Izaya.
"…you know… your phone has been ringing for a while…" Izaya said half-mockingly stirring the ingredients on the saucepan.
Suddenly Shizuo could hear the ringtone of his cell phone in the contiguous room. Shizuo looked between Izaya and his room unable to take a decision.
"I wonder if it is Shizu-chan's boss calling~" Izaya said. "Ohh~! Shizu-chan is going to get scolded~!"
Shizuo rushed to his room.
Izaya thought that Shizuo would react and would act like that, but he didn't actually believe it could actually happen.
"The world is full of surprises, huh." Izaya said absentmindedly. He glanced at the window, where the rain poured down; he stared intently into the space… for quite some time. He seemed as if his mind was losing into-
-something was burning.
Izaya looked down "Crap!"
•••••
Shizuo knew he wasn't hallucinating. That was a relief. Shizuo changed and tried to not rip his clothes while doing it. Shizuo was surprised? Yes. Did he expect to find that annoying little thing in his kitchen? No. Did he feel a tiny bit happy that Izaya was back…? …Yeah… just a tiny little bit happy…
Shizuo was having a really hard time catching up with everything.
The phone call from before had been as Izaya had said, Shizuo's boss. Yes, Shizuo was late for work; even though his boss wasn't strict Shizuo did have conscience about his work's position. He wasn't exactly the shiny start of the company.
Shizuo wasn't scared about losing his job, because he knew that if he could get fired in the future it would probably be from his own fault. So, he was more concerned about him abusing of his boss's kindness than anything else. Shizuo desired to do things right in his job.
The least he could do was to get on time when his boss called.
Shizuo did have morals and sense of responsibility.
And how he hated that fact in that moment, he had to go. Shizuo had to go and leave Izaya behind.
'Wait. Wait. I gonna leave him here? In my house alone? What if-' Shizuo's brain filled with many images of his apartment engulfed in fire, but seconds after, his brain and nose decided that that insignificant fact was something secondary, because right there was chocolate's scent into the air!
Suddenly, the awful images of fire landscapes, the time and lateness, his boss, his responsibilities, the people in general, and the world were forgotten. Instead, the only thing Shizuo could think and watch was Izaya pouring chocolate into two mugs.
•••••
A few questions and explanations:
Why did Izaya leave Shizuo's place? He went to the grocery store. How can be possible that Shizuo didn't have chocolate for a stormy day? –Shizuo didn't have because he'd spent it two days ago and hadn't bought more.
Was really Izaya that hungry? Yes. Definitively.
Why did Izaya returned to Shizuo place? Because he was hungry and it was closer and faster to cook at Shizuo's than go to his own place. Not a very consistent answer but an answers nonetheless.
Was Shizuo over-indulging his tummy lately? Yes.
Was Izaya wearing his red hoodie? No.
With what did he wear to go out then? Shizuo's jacket.
Did Shizuo wish to see Izaya wearing it again, because he knew the jacket was bigger and that it would probably look baggy and adorable on him, since he was assaulted with the urge to see Izaya wearing something of his property…?
Yes.
•••••
Shizuo sipped from his mug lightly, (Wear my jacket~) "…H-Hey, don't you have a little cold…?" damn, his voice betrayed him!
Izaya chewed slowly his food "…I'm fine…" he stuffed his mouth with more food.
Shizuo slapped himself inwardly; he could have suggested it in a different way!
What was done was done.
Izaya was finishing eating when two ringtones sounded in the room. One from Izaya's cell phone, and the other from Shizuo's. Both males picked their respective calls.
Shizuo continuously apologized to his boss, without purpose; because his boss wasn't the slightest mad. His boss was more concerned about him than angry, far more preoccupied that Shizuo had gotten into a fight in his way to work than anything else. While Shizuo still excused himself Izaya finished his call. He stared for a moment at the babbling blond.
Izaya went to the laundry area and retrieved his hoodie, he put it on. He walked to the door opening it when Shizuo without previous notice called after him.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Shizuo was about to walk to him when Izaya made a sly smile.
"…Call you later. See ya~" And in a blink of eyes Izaya was gone.
While on the other line: [Shizuo? Are you there?]
"Ahh, yes," Shizuo once again was left speechless and unable to think in a proper decision.
What would it be, his work or Izaya?
"…I'm on my way Tom-san."
The call went dead.
•••••
Tanaka Tom was a thinking human being. Using his brain before his muscles, he was a very capable man. He was an admirable person who could, perhaps, well, have nerves of steel since he could handle Shizuo's attics. However, Tom had a long way to go; he still could meet new facets of his employee. Tanaka Tom had never had the pleasure to handle… a sulking Shizuo.
All began two days ago, in a stormy weird weather. Tom had been worried about Shizuo's lateness so he called him. The things apparently went wrong. When Tom called, Tom deduced that Shizuo was with somebody, and said person had left while he was calling. So, Tom couldn't help but to think that he perhaps had called in a bad moment.
The reasons for his concern were visible.
Shizuo's soul was leaking out of his body, dark clouds brooding over his head.
However, Tom couldn't make something about it, do things better, and instead they sighed at a same time.
Yet, Tom had to ask "Shizuo… something happened…? You look… quite troubled."
Shizuo walked and walked clearly not listening to his boss's words.
This had had never happened before.
This feeling of longing.
This feeling of hopelessness.
His heart felt constricted, 'Though, I'm feeling being severed inside out…' Shizuo thought grimly.
Tom and Shizuo walked ahead, both sighed quite dreadfully.
•••••
"Call you later" that was what Izaya had said before when he left, Shizuo felt like he was being stupid for trust in his words.
Stupid.
'Yes, I am' Shizuo thought angry.
It was the afternoon of the day three. Shizuo wasn't exactly in a happy mood. The unhealthy veins popping out of his face was proof of it.
He felt betrayed. He didn't quite grasp the why he felt betrayed in first place but the emotion was there so it was true. Thus he was going to make shreds of the next poor unfortunate idiot who dared to annoy him in a way of another.
Tom had said he could take the rest of the day, with the weather as it was they couldn't work properly. Truth to be told Tom just didn't want to see more bloodshed for the day.
Shizuo kept walking under the rain holding his umbrella. He wanted to go home and sleep because he didn't want to think that Izaya was playing with him in some kind of mental torture and that was the why he wasn't calling him.
Shizuo sighed; he felt a bit disappointed…
He looked up chilly air grazing his skin.
Buzz.
Shizuo walked ahead again.
Buzz.
Shizuo suddenly felt that something was wrong. His leg was buzzing, in his pocket where his cell phone was, more correctly.
He slipped his hand in his pocked flipping his cell phone open.
[Are you free?]
Shizuo texted back [Who the fuck are you?] he wasn't in a really good mood.
Almost immediately he received a reply [My bad, I forgot that Shizu-chan is a Neanderthal and that he doesn't understand the advanced technology of the setting called ID. So, to correct that awful mistake and made a good use of that grey matter called brain which you don't use often, more accurately never, save my number under the nickname "Orihara Izaya-Sama Lover of Humankind" and I am sure you'll never forget my number again! (^o^)/ ]
Time passed and Izaya didn't have a reply.
However, Shizuo did [You know, I going to do this to you: Σ(^∀´(┗┐ヽ(^∀^ )ﾉ I promise. Anyhow, you are or not?]
[What?] Shizuo replied.
[…I seriously doubt about your capabilities of deduction… Are you free or not? (-ω- )o＜]
[Yes, I am... Why do you ask?] Shizuo waited and waited for a reply, but didn't get any so he decided to text another mgs.
It was difficult to do so while holding an umbrella.
The chaos in the sky turned into light, almost magically the rain stopped and the sunlight fell upon the city. Shizuo was still editing the message. So he didn't pay attention to the shadow looming behind him until it was too late.
Shizuo was pounced down.
Hard.
"Hello there, Shizu-chan~!" Izaya said, grinning happily, "Like I promised! I kicked you!"
Yes, the sun was shining again.
•To Be Continued•
A/N: I declare myself guilty :I… I used too many emoticons! (lol) they're so cute :3
xD anyhow. This chapter was entirely for Shizaya :3! Shizuo and Izaya are getting closer *ufufufu*. I also 'subtly' suggested some changes in Izaya's mind and body (._.).
My favorite phrase of this chapter is when Shizuo said: 'This is mine' thinking in Izaya Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ ohmygosh! And when Shizuo said: 'What-ever… Izzy… lemme sleep…' is so cute D:
Mm, I like them only because I'm the author? o.O? Do you like them too? Which is your favorite part? C: I'd like to know~