Well I'm back again and this time I have edited the chapter and taken my time with it so hopefully its better than the last two.
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Story starts here:
Izaya was grumbling under his breath about idiots in suits, Shizuo assumed he was still talking about the Shiki guy. He hadn't voiced how they were still holding hands or that they were in public and everyone seemed to be either staring directly at them or squealing.
Fucking girls
The attention didn't really bother him, so used to the many people of Ikebukuro staring him down for being- well him. He ignored them only glancing around every other time they turned down a new road. Shinjuku looked a lot cleaner than Ikebukuro or maybe it was just the area Izaya lived in. The streets were clean and not as many people crowded the streets but that could also be because everyone was at work or in school.
Shizuo tuned in and out to what Izaya was grumbling about and just as he was about to speak, the other said something that made him stop.
"Coming to my apartment. Kissing me like he owned me. Who the hel-"Shizuos mind halted for a few seconds slowly letting the realization sink in. An unknown urge to go right back to that apartment and smash the older man's face in, instead he just clenched his fists and kept walking. The idea of someone else getting to touch the other made him sick. He knew he had no right to seeing as how they were not in a relationship that involved anything other than physical contact. Also Izaya had already told him he wasn't a virgin so someone else had clearly touched him before Shizuo could.
"Izaya." His tone was deep and guarded; he stopped walking forcing the other to as well.
"What the hell Shizuo?" Shizuo didn't even comprehend the use of his actual name instead he studied the other. Although only a few weeks had gone by since the entire arrangement had started, the thought of having any other feelings than what was silently agreed upon didn't necessarily bother him. Dating someone like Izaya wasn't his first choice but when the thought of Izaya involved with someone else like that entered his mind he knew he didn't like it. The two had been together for a long time now. Since they first met, there had always been something between them true it was hate but it was like no other. A burning that only the other could cool with a sadistic smirk or a bone crushing punch. Maybe he was thinking on it to hard.
"Did you like it?" Or maybe he wasn't thinking enough. Izayas attention had always been on him, even when he was thinking of humans, Shizuo knew he could wipe them from his mind in seconds. He knew Izaya loved the chase just as Shizuo did. No other thoughts than harming each other entered their mind.
Izaya studied him for a moment, piecing together what the other was asking but played dumb anyway. "It?" He raised an eyebrow, almost like he was daring Shizuo to continue.
"The kiss." The territory was unfamiliar. They were enemies. They kicked, punched, and destroyed the other. No here Shizuo was, standing in front of the younger one getting jealous because- He cut the thought short.
"Are you falling for me?" Izayas heart suddenly slowed. The stayed silent for a while, staring at each other. Izaya holding his breath and worried what this meant, and Shizuo contemplating his answer. Instead he just gave his own version of a smirk.
"You're still holding my hand."
After the early incident they found a small library-like book store down the street and Izaya had insisted on going inside. It was a small and cozy place with a nice homey feel. Bookcase set up in their normal row like fashion with some lining the creamy walls. The carpet was a dark brown, nearly identical to wooden bookcases. The books like any library ranged from big to small, thin to thick and old to new. Although the place was small it also had what looked like a coffee shop built into one of the walls to the right. Candles were lit in the middle of the tables laid about for people to sit and read while they sipped a hot beverage. Not many people other than themselves and the two women behind the counters were present where he could see them but it felt as if were just them.
Izaya rushed ahead towards one of the book cases to start sifting through the titles. Shizuo just sighed and followed behind. Watching Izaya closely as he picked up a book and opened to what appeared to be a random page. His eyes speed across the page, Shizuo wandered if he was even reading or maybe Izaya could just read that fast. He didn't dwell on it.
Instead he reflected on the last few weeks. He had been around Izaya more than another time in his life. Seeing him every day, multiple times excluding the days they couldn't meet up of course. He had touched the Flea more than he had probably ever touched anyone else, hell he had probably touched Izaya more than himself. The thought made him chuckle. He had also been a lot calmer the past few weeks. Whether it was from the sex or the fact that Izaya hadn't been a total dick to him for a while he didn't know. The few times he had lost his temper had nothing to do with the flea. He looked the other up and down. He was dressed in his normal attire same as himself but something seemed different about him. Something was different.
"I'm getting this was one come on." Izaya shut the book with a creepy grin stretched across his face. Shizuo paid little mind to it. While the younger one of the two paid for the book, Shizuo went to the coffee stand to see if they had any milk.
Finishing up around the same time, they headed for the door to continue on to wherever they were going. Shizuo sipped on his cup of milk, which had an odd sweet taste to it. The walked a little farther when Izaya suddenly stopped, drawing the attention of the other. "What do you want to do?" He asked looking around for any sort of entertainment. "I'm bored with walking and I don't want to risk going back to my apartment yet."
"Don't matter to me." Shizuo muttered, shrugging nonchalantly. He scanned his surroundings but didn't see anything of interest. "We could go get something to eat." He suggested. Izaya nodded and then they were walking again. It was starting to get a little chilly out by the time they found a nice sushi joint to sit in and warm up. It gave off the feel that every other restraint did nothing really spectacular about the place. They walked in and straight across from them was a counter with a tall brunette standing behind it and to her far away left and right were the table. A small buffet looked to be a few feet behind her and beyond that a sushi bar. The walls were covered in a weird dark green and red walk paper, only a few windows were visible any they were covered with curtains. A little odd but he didn't stay on the thought for long.
"Seating for two?" The woman's voice was chirpy and she gave off a vibe that said 'I love being here' along with her overly decorated work uniform that had about thirty buttons reading catchy phrases. Her hair was in a neat ponytail and braces showed when she smiled.
"Yes please." Izaya replied just as cheerful, Shizuo had the sneaking suspicion he was mocking her, but he never knew with the flea. She led them to a small booth in a corner which both parties were grateful for. From where they sat few could see them without moving about in an awkward fashion. A huge fake plant was behind Izaya and a wall was behind Shizuo. They ordered their drinks and because they both knew what they wanted, their food as well.
"Don't you ever get sick of that stuff?" Shizuo said motioning a chopstick to Izayas plate of fatty tuna. His face scrunched up when Izaya just looked at him for a second before offering him one. "I don't like the taste of them. It's too bland." Izaya gawked at him.
"You probably ruined your taste buds with your entire sugar intake." He defended his favorite food. And the chatter went on from that until Izaya convinced him to try it with soy sauce. After that they jumped from topic to topic. Discussing random things, Shizuos strength, why Izaya is so annoying, why they hate each other.
"You started it; I was just applauding your display of brute strength." He said as if it were the most plausible excuse in the world. "You're the one who jumped to conclusions thinking I was some evil demon spawn." He waved his hand around.
"I didn't like the way you were looking at me." Izaya deadpanned, almost smacking himself for thinking Shizuo would say something interesting. But a playful twinkle was in his eye.
"You're such a protozoan." He muttered with his head in his hands, not expecting the other to hear it, but he did. And instead of flipping the table like Izaya would expect he felt something wet hit his right hand. A small and soft clump slid of his hands and landed on the table. It was the half eaten fatty tuna he had given to Shizuo.
"..Pfft..ghn…" Shizuo held his laughter in at the shocked look on the informants face. Barely breathing he gulped down some precious oxygen when a wet and slimy piece of tuna smacked him in the face. It was Izayas turn to laugh. Shizuo looked up to Izaya giggling away while pointing at him, making no effort to hold it in.
It was war.
Food was flying from both sides of the booth, half of it hitting each other and the rest flying to other people in the restraint or smacking into the wall behind Shizuo. When they ran out of food they moved to ice from their drinks, than to other people's food. People were ducking to avoid any miss fire while others-teenagers- joined in the food fight, It wasn't until that same cheery woman who had been their waitress came out of nowhere and started yelling at them. They quickly pain and booked it out of there.
About five minutes down the sidewalk the busted out laughing, gripping their stomachs tightly. After they finally collected themselves, they walked to Izayas apartment.
They reached the front of the building, Izaya ready to go in and see if Shiki had actually left but more importantly-
He turned to see Shizuo standing there.
"Shizu-chan?" He asked, the other had a dazed look and Izaya had to call him a few more times before he snapped out of it. "Earth to shizu-chan."
"Huh? Oh yeah..um." He paused while glancing around. "I guess I'll head ba-"He was cut off by a tug on his arm. He looked down to see a smirking flea. He opened his mouth to ask what the other was doing but he was pulled into a waiting elevator. When they were inside, alone Izaya looked up to him with a shit eating grin spread across his face.
"Stay at my place tonight hmm?" Sure nit sounded like a question but Shizuo Izaya wouldn't take no for an answer. So he let himself be dragged into the empty apartment not minding the activities that came after once the door closed.
Okay so I put effort into this and I think I did an ok job, A few more chapters for this and then we get onto the real stories.
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Ja ne~