Title: Seducing Cupid
Rating: M
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya,
Warnings: Male x Male Relationships, Smut
Description: He sees it every single day; people falling in love. It was just another day in the life of the new Cupid, Izaya Orihara. You would think he would know what falling in love looks like, but that wasn't the case when it was his love life. Shizaya. AU.
Izaya sat on the edge of a tall building, looking down at the busy down streets of Tokyo. The light from the moon shone on the black wings, displaying the beautiful finesse in each and every feather that they were made up of. The fallen angel sat with one leg dangling over the side of the building and the other pulled up against his chest. To the side of him lay a large wooden bow, and a wooden quiver with a few sharpened arrows in it. His dark hair blew slightly in the wind as he absent-mindedly observed the people below him. He knew that he should be looking for the next pair of people he was to shoot, but his mind continued to wonder back to the blonde haired man from earlier. Izaya didn't make friendships with people. He would interact with them, but actually forming some sort of mutual, emotional bond with another human was something that he didn't do. He was different from everyone else and, until now, he had never met another being on earth that had some other worldly quality to them. There was always a sense, scratching at the back of his mind, reminding him of how he would never belong amongst humans. No matter what they did, they would all age, die one day, and then forget all about him. To protect himself, he made it a personal rule to never get close to a human.
He reached over and grabbed one of the arrows from the sheath. The arrow didn't look like the typical arrow that they depict in story books. The arrow had two ends; one of the ends was sharp enough to break through skin, the other dull enough to bounce off any remotely hard surface. If someone was struck with the sharp side, they would fall in love. If someone was hit with the dull side, however, that brought out the power to hate.
"Love and hate are two sides of the same coin." Izaya chuckled slightly under his breath at the irony of it. The two emotions were completely different, yet there was a very fine line between the two of them. They are also the two strongest emotions a human could ever feel. The dark haired cupid ran his delicate finger over the sharp tip. There had been more than one occasion where he had wondered if he could make himself fall in love. But that would only make his job so much easier and much more enjoyable, which would only defeat the purpose of 'punishment'.
The loud scream of a woman pulled him away from his thoughts and drew his attention back towards the streets of Ikebukuro. His eyes locked on to what would be a soon to be horrific scene. A girl was being backed into the back corner of a dark alleyway by a man nearly a foot taller than her. Izaya watched with disinterest as the man grabbed the girl by the throat and slam her into the wall. The girl screamed once more before the man covered her mouth with his hand. Izaya nonchalantly reached over and grabbed his wooden bow. Holding the wooden weapon up, he lined the arrow up with the man that was attacking the girl. Slowly, he began to pull the string and arrow back. Once he had it perfectly lined up, he released the indestructible string and watched as the dull part of the arrow rebounded off the man's back. The guy dropped the girl and turned around, looking around angrily for the object that hit him. During his diversion, the innocent girl ran away and made an unnecessary scene. Izaya scuffed at the ridiculously over dramatic spectacle that the woman had managed to create.
The loud neigh of a horse made Izaya look back slowly and smirk.
A black Pegasus stood there snorting with black flames that gathered together in the shape of wings. Sitting on top of the winged horse was a woman dressed in black leather with reigns in her hands. Black smoke came out of her neck from her headless body. She threw her leg off of the side of her winged horse and walked towards Izaya. She pulled out a small device and typed out a message on it and extended it for black winged angel to read.
[Nice to see that you still have a heart, Izaya.] Said man laugh slightly after reading the message.
"Whatever makes you think that, my dear Celty?" She pulled back the electronic device and began to type out another message before erasing it and typing out another.
[You just saved that girl from being raped.] Izaya scanned the message and frowned for a fraction of a second before replacing it with his iconic mask. He pushed himself up and put his hands in his pockets.
"That's not quite true." He turned back around and looked back down at the city that illuminated with lights. "It might have stopped the rape, but the damage has been done. The assault is traumatizing as well. Besides, we don't know what the outcome of the situation will really be. Hatred is a particular emotion and can drive people to make stupid decisions. For all we know, he can follow her home and rape her in a much more brutal fashion. After all," he turned back around to face Celty with a playful smile on his face, "that is what you're here to talk to me about it, isn't it?" The woman hesitated for a moment before walking closer to Izaya. She stopped no less than a foot away and looked down as she typed another message for him to read.
[I'm just trying to protect you, Izaya. From what I hear, the higher ups are not happy with you. Maybe you should lay low for a while.] The scrawny male frowned as he turned around to gather up his things. He snapped on his quiver, careful not to get it stuck on his wings, and put his arm through the bow to have it balance on his shoulder.
"No need to worry about me, Celty.~ Why don't you do what you do best and inspire those foolish humans, and I will do what I will do." Izaya started to walk away but was stopped by Celty's firm grip. She quickly typed out a message and thrust it into Izaya's view.
[I'm serious, Izaya! You're going to get punished!] The dark angel read over the message quickly before shrugging the PDA out of his face and pulling his arm free of the muse's strong grip. Without another word, he made his way towards the exit and pulled open the old, rusty door before slamming it behind him. With a slight urgency in his step, Izaya made his way down a few flight of stairs before stopping on a landing half way down. His head dropped as he back up until his back collided with the wall. His knees bent as he allowed himself to slide down the wall until he was fully sitting on the floor.
"I don't think there is a worse punishment than this."
Izaya rolled his shoulders before reaching for his dry towel in the steamy bathroom. The towel was quickly rubbed over all his body to remove the excess water from the hot shower that he oh so badly needed. When he ran the towel over his back, he winced. The vertical scars on his back were red and swollen. It made his back ache like all hell, but he was just happy that the bleeding had finally stopped. Whoever thought that having wings was a good thing was very foolish.
The towel was tied around his waist as he made his way towards his sink. Opening the cabinet door, he grabbed one of the money bottles of pain relieving cream. Izaya quickly popped off the cap and squirted some on the palm of his hand. The bottle was placed on the porcelain sink before the dark haired male rubbed the godly cream between his hands to warm it up a bit. Once he thought that it was warm enough, he reached back awkwardly and rubbed it on the sore, ripped skin.
Once he thought that it was a sufficient amount, he turned on the sink and began to wash his hands of the excess cream. After his hands were hastily dried off on the towel, he opened the door to the bathroom, letting the steam dissipate into the cold air of his apartment.
Tired legs lead him to his large room where he removed his damp towel. He shuttered as the cold met his heated flesh and opened his dresser drawer to fish out a pair of fresh boxers. Izaya then put on a pair of sleep pants and laid on his silky sheets. The pain in his back made him wince but that was something that he had become accustomed to by now.
As he started to drift into a state of half consciousness, his mind began to drift. However, it wasn't the normal things that he thought it about. All he could think about was the blonde man that he has now run into twice.
Who was he? What was his name? How could he see him when he had his wings out? Maybe he wasn't human…?
Izaya turned onto his side as his thoughts continued to center on that mysterious man. All control of his thoughts were now lost as his subconscious began to take over. Right before he went to sleep, his thoughts became and more personal.
Does he think about me? Does he wonder who I am as well? He was quite attractive…does he think that I am attractive as well?
Will we be able to meet again?
Izaya then fell into a deep slumber with, for once, a true, honest smile on his face.
Beta'd by Virusitic.
Okay so, as you can see, this story has a lot of supernatural elements in it. To clear it up, because there is some questions on it, Izaya is a fallen angel that was sentenced to the job of being cupid. So he is cupid as well as an angel. Also, Celty is a muse, in case that wasn't clear enough. I also approximated that this story will be roughly around 16 chapters long. Finally...err, idk how or why it always comes to this but this story is completely my own original idea. As far as I know, there are no other stories like this in the Shizaya fan fiction community so I am not sure how people are saying I am copying and how this story is cliche? Idek anymore XD
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter despite the ubber amounts of information in it! :D Please review! It will make me update a lot faster :)