A.N~ I don't have school tomorrow, so I'll see if I can get the next chapter up some time today.
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Chapter 5
"What do you want Shizu-chan? Calling me over and over won't make me want to come any more than I do."
Shizuo ground his teeth at Izaya's - dare he say - charming voice, and crushed his cigarette between his fingers. "You're annoying." He said, almost routinely, leaning his back against his kitchen wall.
Izaya's laugh rung in his ears, and the thought of his devious smile was enough to enrage the ex-bartender, but Mairu was sleeping in the next room and he didn't want to wake her. "What do you want Shizu-chan?" He finally asked.
Shizuo sighed at the degrading nickname. "I want to talk." The annoyance was apparent in his voice.
Izaya giggled over the phone. "Oh~ Does Shizu-chan miss me already~?" Shizuo could imagine the mocking flirtatious smile on the flea's face as he said that.
"Shut up, that's not what it's about." The ex-bartender said, tightening his grip on the phone.
"Of course it isn't." The informant said, almost losing the devious undertone of his voice. Shizuo raised a brow at this. "You wan't me to come to the wedding." He said plainly.
"Of course." Shizuo said, slightly thrown off by the flea's voice. "Look, I just want to talk."
"We're talking now." Shizuo could almost hear the grin that ws probably plastered on the flea's face in his voice.
"Not what I meant."
"I know." Izaya said suddenly. "Meet me at my apartment in an hour." He giggled again. "You should know where it is."
"Alri-"
Shizuo was cut off as the line went dead. "Stupid Flea." Shizuo mumbled to himself as he prepared for his meeting with Izaya.
Izaya's apartment is big.
Shizuo looked down the hallway that led to the flea's door, with his jaw opened. It was hard to believe that the vermin had enough money to stay at a place like this.
He shook the thought from his mind and knocked on the door.
A few seconds later the door swung opened, revealing a petite girl with short brunette hair. She looked up at him with crimson eyes with a smile that resembled Mairu. "Morning Shizuo."
Shizuo sighed. "Yeah, hi. Where's the Flea?"
"Eh? Shizu-chan is so mean! And I even invited you to my house." Shizuo looked over Kururi's head at the bouncing idiot behind her.
He rolled his eyes, pushing past Kururi who pouted as he let himself in.
"So what did you want to talk about Shizu-chan? I'm very busy." He smiled, sitting on his sofa with his legs crossed as if this were a business meeting instead of a talk with his most hated enemy.
"I want to talk about the wedding."
Izaya rolled his eyes. "We already talked. I said I was going to think about it."
"Have you?" Shizuo asked annoyed.
"Yes."
"And?"
"I'm not going."
Shizuo rolled his eyes. "Why not?"
"Why does it matter if I come?"
Kururi sat beside Izaya as the two began yelling back and forth.
"Mairu wants you there, doesn't your sister asking you to come to her wedding mean anything to you?"
Izaya thought for a second. "Not as much as you would think."
"Flea!"
"Brute!"
Shizuo growled grabbing the steel coffee table in front of him and lifting it over his head. "Izaya!"
Izaya didn't make a move to budge as Shizuo moved to thow the table, only for him to be stopped by a sharp poke to the ribs.
"Shizuo." Kururi warned. Shizuo sighed, dropping the table.
"Now," she started, grabbing Izaya's hand and pulling him up. "You two are going to play nice." She pulled Izaya along and grabbed Shizuo's hand in her other hand. "Stop fighting."
Izaya's fingers touched his and Shizuo couldn't look away from the crimson irises staring up at him. Kururi and Mairu shared the same eyes, but Izaya's were so much more different. There was a depth to them that seemed insane and almost sad sometimes.
He stared down at the informant, noting the pink blush forming on his face before he yanked his hand away, and ran to his room. "Get out of my house Shizuo," he called behind him before he slammed the door.
Shizuo just stood there, wondering what the hell happened.
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