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Chapter 3

Izaya Orihara pulled at the fur on his sleeves as he awaited his hazel-eyed brute. He had told Shizuo to meet him at 7, and the blonde had yet to show up. He looked down at his phone.

7:34 PM.

He hadn't really expected him to come anyways.

He smiled sadly to himself, though anyone else looking would have seen a malicious grin instead.

"Ready to order Izaya?" The informant in question looked up at the tall dark-skinned Russian, Simon, who seemed to be annoyed that Izaya had yet to order.

He waved the man away, " I'm waiting for someone."

Simon looked around the restraunt and frowned. "Is it possible that you forgot to invite your friend?"

"Maybe." Izaya laughed halfheartedly. Shizuo wasn't coming.

Of course he hadn't expected the ex-bartender to come, he hadn't even waited for his answer. He wasn't sure if he could take rejection from the blonde.

He still hoped he showed up though.

Izaya had stayed up all last night finishing all of his outstanding work so he could meet Shizuo. It was obvious by now though, that Shizuo wasn't going to be there.

Izaya sighed, sliding out of his chair, he might as well go home.

"Oi, Flea."

Izaya's eyes widened in shock as the brute pushed him back into his chair and took a seat across from him.

"You're late." He pouted, as Shizuo slumped in his chair.

"Shut up Flea," he growled, "You should be glad I'm even here."

Izaya smiled, playing with the rings on his fingers. "I didn't think you would."

The blonde rolled his eyes. "Well I'm here."

Izaya beamed, waving Simon over and ordering them both a serving of fatty tuna, before turning back to Shizuo.

"What's this about?" Shizuo said, looking around suspiciously.

The informant smiled, "I told you, it's a date."

Shizuo rolled his eyes though you couldn't see it past his dark sunglasses. "Well what are we doing on this 'date'?" Shizuo asked obviously not amused, though he figured he should play along if he wanted the flea at the wedding.

"You'll see."

Shizuo rolled his eyes. He hadn't planned on coming at all, he knew Izaya wasn't one to be trusted. But when he had mentioned the chance that Izaya would come to the wedding to Mairu, she looked so happy.

So here he was.

Izaya on the other hand was still trying to process in his mind that Shizuo had showed up at all.

Once their food arrived, Izaya beamed, taking a piece in his hand and all but shoving it in his mouth. He stopped, smiling at Shizuo. "Aren't you going to eat?"

Shizuo shrugged, leaning back in his chair, "I just want to get this over with."

The informant frowned, remembering watching his humans interacting with each other on dates. He nodded to himself, deciding his next action. He stood up and sat in the seat beside Shizuo before he took another piece of sushi and extended his arm towards Shizuo who looked at him confused. "Try it."

The blonde raised a brow. "What are you doing?"

Izaya pouted. "What does it look like?" He said, bringing it closer to Shizuo's lips.

"Get that away from me Flea! People are watching!" He said, pushing his hand away.

Izaya narrowed his eyes, "Who cares? We're on a date, this is normal."

Shizuo pushed Izaya's hand away from him and turned his body. "This isn't a date," he snapped. "I'm getting married."

Izaya frowned, putting the sushi back on the plate. This wasn't going as he planned.

He grinned suddenly, grabbing Shizuo's hand and pulling him up off the chair. "What are you doing?" Shizuo snapped, as Izaya pulled him out of the restraunt, only stopping to hand Simon - who was more than shocked to see Shizuo and Izaya together without trying to kill each other - money for their bill.

Shizuo growled as Izaya's childish laughter flooded his ears.

Shizuo looked around as they began to slow down. He looked around confused. He was sure he'd been here before.

He looked around the park, his eyes travelling from the wooden swings to the large penguin shaped slide.

He couldn't help but smile - despite the fact that he was forced to be here with the Flea. He remembered coming to this park when he was a child with his brother. The memories brought a bright smile to his face.

He watched as Izaya skipped his way to the swing and slumped in the seat. "Come Shizu-chan," he beamed, patting the swing next to him.

Shizuo sighed but took the seat beside his most hated enemy.

Izaya kicked sand up from where he sat and started down at his feet. "Shizu-chan...put your arm around me."

Shizuo wrinkled his nose at that. "Why the hell would I do that?"

"Just do it." Izaya ordered, smiling after Shizuo reluctantly draped his arm over his shoulder awkwardly.

The informant leaned his head on the blonde's shoulder, causing Shizuo to grind his teeth in annoyance. He should really be at home with Mairu.

"Why do you love my sister?"

Shizuo was slightly thrown off guard by the question. "I don't know, none of your buisiness." He removed his arm and pushed the informant away. "Stop being weird."

"If you're going to marry my sister, I should know."

Shizuo thought for a second. Mairu was everything he needed. She was smart and strong and beautiful. He was silent for a second before he finally answered. "She loves me even though I'm a monster."

Izaya grinned despite the pain in his chest. "It takes a special kind of person to love someone as dumb as Shizu-chan."

Shizuo rolled his eyes. "Shut up Flea."

"Are...you sure you want to marry her?" Izaya asked.

The blonde leaned his head back. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life." Izaya nodded standing up from the slide. "Well are you coming to the wedding?"

Izaya thought for a second. "I'll think about it."

Shizuo shot up from his seat. "Should have known better than to trust a flea like you."

The informant smiled, skipping away hearing Shizuo raging behind him.

He whipped his eyes with the edge of his sleeve not surprised when he found it was dry. He laughed to himself.

'Monsters don't cry.'

A.N~ Review please~ I hope you excuse the crappy chapter. I promise there's a point to all of this.