A damn stalker

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Resisting the urge to get up and punch the flea in the face, he grit his teeth, keeping his head down. Luckily their substitute teacher hadn't said anything to him. The rest of the class was silent, heads down and writing. After all their substitute was the principal of the school.

Shizuo stared at the blank piece of paper in front of him, he should write something down. Something that didn't give much away. Picking up his pen, he began tapping it uselessly against the desk. He paused hearing more tapping. He didn't need to glance behind him, to see Izaya being his usual annoying self. Letting out a sigh, he put the pen to paper. Something important...

The bell rang signalling the end of the lesson. Tom came round collecting the sheets, he kept his head down, avoiding the gaze that he could feel piercing through this head. A hand rested on his, fingers moving over his for a split second and then it was gone. "Orihara, you haven't written anything." He blinked turning around, seeing the other teen tilting his head slightly, staring at him with an unbreakable gaze.

And then his new brother grinned, a wide smirk spreading across his face and making him shudder. He couldn't look away as those sharp crimson eyes bored into him. "Shizuo, Orihara. Class has ended." He broke their involuntary staring match, his movements stuttered as he got up and left the classroom. Already the raven haired teen was next to him, holding onto his arm. "Shizuo, please report to my office after school."

"Tom-sensei, I have to watch my brother's rehearsal today." He could feel Izaya at his side, watching and listening. "Tomorrow morning then, I'll let your teacher know you'll be late." Shizuo nodded, leaving the room. He headed straight to the roof, pushing door open. "Shizu-chan, you're skipping class?" He had nearly forgotten the flea behind him. "Go away, flea."

He lay down on the ground, putting his arms behind his head and closing his eyes. If he went to the infirmary too many questions would be asked and the most he would get would be a detention, he knew Tom wouldn't call his dad in. One of his eyes cracked open seeing the teen sit down next to him cross legged. "You should make it a little less obvious, Shizu-chan."

"What?" He didn't bother opening his eyes. "I already figured it out." His eyes snapped open feeling a weight on top of him. He looked up seeing Izaya staring down at him, sitting on his stomach, hands rested on his chest. "You're a naughty boy, silly protozoan. You're sleeping with Tom. Right?"

Shizuo glared up at him, he could easily push the annoyance away from him. His breath hitched at the cold blade held against his throat. "Don't move, I wouldn't want to cut you." The blond stared at him eyes wide. "What do you want? Damn flea." He jumped feeling his shirt being untucked a hand sliding across his skin. "I want you, Shizu-chan. What I want I get."

"I already told you, I have someone." The flea shrugged. "The principal and he doesn't really count. You don't love him do you? I can tell. You don't trust him either. Its why you're so pissed off at the moment." The blond grit his teeth, laughter filling his ears. "Tom-san tried to get you to open up. You aren't in a relationship, Shizu-chan. You're using him and that silly protozoan, makes everything easier for me."

His eyes widened as crimson eyes got closer, the other teens lips brushing against his. He kept his mouth shut, refusing to let Izaya in. The knife bit deep, making him gasp. The flea took that opportunity to force his tongue in his mouth, filling him with disgust. He bit down, keeping his teeth clamped, tasting the metallic liquid that filled his mouth.

The knife left his throat as Izaya pulled back, blood dripping from his mouth. Shizuo punched him in the stomach, sending him crashing into the wall. Wiping his mouth with the back of his mouth, he stood and glared at the laughing teen. "Hm, I didn't think you'd hit me, after all you wouldn't want daddy to find out. Keep me entertained, Shizu-chan."

He was left standing dumbstruck, laughed still echoing in his ears, even after the crazy teen left the rooftop, the door closing shut behind him, leaving him alone. "Fuck!" He launched his fist forward slamming it into the wall with all his strength, he wasn't sure if it was the bricks or his bones that cracked. Izaya knew, the damn flea had seen right through him.

That wasn't what irritated him, his fingers raised to his mouth, lips warm and damp with blood, Izaya had bitten him too. He could still feel those crimson eyes burning into him, those lips on his and that damn heated tongue in his mouth. The teen was bordering psychotic, but he realised he didn't hate him, or maybe he did, there was another feeling underneath the surface. Things with Izaya would be complicated and he knew he wasn't ready to handle it.

The rest of the day passed by without anything special happening, well almost. He sat through his lessons in silence, when it was lunch time he went back up to the roof meeting with the usual gang, Izaya deciding to join them, being his annoying self as usual. He wanted to pick him up and throw him from the roof, out of his life, but nothing was ever that simple. The flea stayed as close as possible to him, always managing to brush up against him, slim hand resting on some part of his body.

No matter how many times he knocked him away or punched him, though he made sure none of his hits landed on the flea's face, he kept coming back for more, never leaving him alone. He knew that he wouldn't be able get away. It only got worse when he went back to class, a rose falling out of his desk. It landed on his lap.

Shizuo winced as he tried to pick it up, the thorns digging into his skin. Letting it go in pain, it fell to the floor. Damn the flea, what the hell was he pulling now? Opening his hand he could see the tiny cuts that littered his palm, each one drawing blood. "What's wrong? Shizu-chan." He shot him a glare, as Izaya walked into the room. "Like you don't know, is this another of your games?"

The other teen stayed silent, gaze drawn to his bleeding hand. Before he could say anything Izaya stepped closer, treading on the thorny rose, taking hold of his wrist. He blinked as his hand was lifted and brought to the teen's lips, a wet tongue licking his palm. The blond tried to pull away, but it seemed Izaya was stronger than he looked. "There, disinfected." He shook his head in disgust. So that was his plan. Hurt him and make it all better?

"Ne, Shizu-chan. Where did the rose come from?" He didn't bother to answer. If Izaya was going to pretend he knew nothing about it, then that was fine, he would just keep an eye on him and make sure he didn't pull anything else. "Shut up, flea." His hand hurt when he clenched it, meaning it was a bitch to write or pick up a pen. Resting his head on the desk, he stared out of the window up at the sky.

Once the final bell had rung, he grabbed his bag, slinging it over his shoulder, making his way down the stairs. "Where are you going? Shizu-chan." Turning his head, he saw the flea keeping in pace with him. "I agreed to watch Kasuka's rehearsal. Go... home." He shivered at the hand on his shoulder. "No, I'll watch too. You're supposed to be looking after me." Cursing inwardly, he brushed the hand off, heading to the stage.

"Nii-san, you came." He nodded at his younger brother, following him down the steps. "We started about ten minutes ago, so we shouldn't be that long." Although Kasuka's expression was blank as usual, he could tell his brother was happy to see him. "Orihara-san. You came too." He grit his teeth as the black haired teen stepped forward rubbing his hand on Kasuka's head. "Someone has to keep Shizu-chan company. Right? Kasuka-kun."

Shizuo sat down in one of the seats, Izaya sitting next to him. He watched as the teacher told everyone to return to the stage. Crossing his arms, he sat back in his seat, knowing he was going to be there for a while. "Hmm, he's quite good. Why Romeo and Juliet?" The blond ignored him, listening to his brother's performance and not understanding a word of it.

They were quite far into it now, Izaya silent next to him, watching with those eyes that could see everything. "Romeo huh? Doesn't really suit him." That one comment broke the silence, the flea resting a hand on his leg. "I'm bored, Shizu-chan. Lets do something else." He brushed the hand from his lap, only for it to go back to the same place. "You can't get rid of me, silly protozoan."

"Everyone stop! That's enough for today, you can all go." Shizuo brushed the teen's hand off for the final time, standing up and making his way to his younger brother. "Nii-san. What did you think?" He ran a hand through his hair. "You were amazing." Not that he understood anything. "Thanks. Lets go." The three of them walked up the steps, following the corridors until they were walking across the playground and out of the school.

"How was your day? Nii-san." Shizuo shrugged. "I was late for class, but apart from that the same as usual. What about you?" Kasuka stared at him blankly. "Same as usual. The next rehearsal is at lunchtime tomorrow. Can you come and watch?" He nodded his head, though he knew his brother would be fine without him.

Both their father and Izaya's mother welcomed them home, asking how their days were, he told them the same thing he had said to Kasuka. Jogging up the stairs he went into his room, closing his door behind him. Dropping his bag onto his bed, he fell back staring at the ceiling. If this was how his life was going to be from now on, he was screwed. Izaya was draining, just like a flea.

Opening his eyes, he caught a small triangle of white poking out of the front pocket on his bag. Reaching over, he tugged it out, holding up the white envelope. There was no writing on it, to say who it was to. Since it was in his bag, he opened the flap, pulling out a folded piece of paper. There was a single sentence in red in the centre of the paper in neat handwriting. They can't have you.

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