AN: Well, tomorrow is back to school...so I won't update as fast as I usually do. As always, VataRaven and I do not own Durarara! Please continue to read and review!
Arc One, Chapter Eleven
Morning arrived, or more like hell for Izaya. His head and stomach throbbed in pain, and there was something heavy on top of him. He knew what it was, a hangover. The raven cursed in his mind. At least the heavy thing blocked the sun. Izaya reached his hands up to push it off, but his blood-coloured eyes shot open when he realized what was on top of him. "Get the hell off of me." He pushed Shizuo off of him and stood up. That was an immediate mistake as nausea hit him like a ton of bricks.
The blonde grunted as he hit the ground with a thud, but slowly woke up to the sounds of someone emptying their guts in the bathroom. He sat, realizing who it was that was in his bathroom. He stood up, getting a glass of water and pain killers for the flea. He wandered to the bathroom, setting the glass by the dark-haired man.
Izaya looked to the side where a glass of water was placed. He wiped the vomit off of his mouth and glared at the naked Shizuo who stood before him. He felt disgusted with himself. Izaya didn't remember anything, but could guess what he and the blonde did. "Get out!" He slammed the door in Shizuo's face and locked it. He wasn't sure what was more disgusting, having sex with the man he hated the most, or the lingering taste of vomit. He washed his mouth out with listerine and stepped in the shower.
"You know this is my apartment, right?" Shizuo asked on the other side of the door. He sighed, grabbing a towel and a change of clothes for the other. Without knocking, he unlocked the door from the other side and set the towel and change of clothes on the sink. How did last night even happen? He knew he shouldn't have had sex but he couldn't help it when the flea lowered himself onto him. "Fuck, what the hell did I even do?"
Izaya stepped out onto the floor, soaking wet after his hour long shower. He grabbed a towel, not even realizing that Shizuo had set them there. He didn't care that he almost broke the door nor that he dripped water on the floor. He didn't care about anything besides his pounding headache and going home. Izaya opened the door and searched for his clothes. "Where are my clothes, Shizuo?" He asked, annoyed.
The blonde flinched when Izaya called him by his real name. "I put them in the wash. There was a reason why I put a set of Kasuka's clothes in the bathroom," he added. He felt like he should've said something, but the flea's aura told him it wouldn't matter. "I," he started, "I'm sorry," he quickly said before rushing back into the bathroom. He threw the pair of clothes at Izaya, not wanting him to stand around naked. "Fuck!" He yelled in the bathroom. Bad enough that Izaya hated him and it just got worse.
The blonde with a simple man, he thought that apologizing would fix everything. Instead of wearing Kasuka's clothes, he grabbed his own clothes out of the washer and slipped them on. He wasn't going to wear anything Shizuo gave him, even if that meant wearing wet clothes. There was only one person who could help him. Shinra was the only person Izaya trusted and considered a friend. Ever since Izaya and Shinra knew each other, they were friends. He never understood how the man was also friends with Shizuo.
The blonde was in the shower, letting the warm water run over his body. He heard Izaya's voice though the walls, but not the whole conversation. He gulped, not sure what he could do to fix it. He needed to fix it; he didn't need Izaya trying to slit his throat while he slept. He finished his shower in under ten minutes and wrapped a towel around himself. The smaller man sat on the couch, frowning like crazy. "You'll get sick if you wear wet clothes," he told him, only receiving a glare. He watched his kitten play with string before he picked her up. He walked over to Izaya, placing the kitten on his lap. "Play with her. It'll make you less mad. Do want me to take you home?"
Izaya talked to Shinra on the phone who tried to calm him down. He had to tell Shinra what happened. He told Izaya that he would talk to him about it later, because Celty was angry at him. Seemed like everyone was angry. His red eyes blinked down at the cute kitten on his lap. "I forgot about her." The cat purred as Izaya pet her white fur. He spotted the yellow car outside of the window, and stood up with the cat in his arms. "Gotta go." He sang and walked out without caring that he stole Shizuo's cat, or that his clothes were wet.
Shizuo blinked and ran after Izaya. "Hey, that's my cat!" He yelled at him, stopping him from leaving. Honey coloured eyes glared at the taxi as it honked and he stomped over to it, scaring the driver off. "Flea, hate to tell you but what happened last night was your fault!" He snapped, "you're the one who got drunk and decided to get on me!" He blushed. "Look, I'm sorry...but you were stronger than me, I wasn't able to do anything." The dark-haired man ignored him, trying to act like the blonde wasn't there. "Izaya, you remember what I said yesterday? The part about the high school love letter? I've had a crush on you from the first time I meet you, for over ten fucking years. I could never tell you because knowing you, you would just use it against me. Izaya, I'm sorry. I can't do or say anything to make this go away."
Izaya had a hard time believing that he was stronger than Shizuo. He finally looked at the blonde and gave him his cat back. "Listen, just because we kissed and had sex does not mean I like you. I've told you from the beginning that this was a way to give my body what it wants."
The raven's heart sank in his chest as he continued to talk. It was an odd feeling, he had never felt anything for the blonde besides hate before. So then why was he upset? "You're pathetic. Did you think that things would change for us? That you can protect me? I'm not a girl, I can take care of myself. This entire time, you've meant nothing to me besides sex... and half the time it wasn't even me." He called a taxi again, unable to look at Shizuo's face.
Shizuo smacked the phone out of Izaya's hand. "What the fuck! I know you can fucking take care of yourself, and your sisters, I think. I wasn't about to let you kill yourself, just because you're not right in the head." He grabbed Izaya, forcing him from leaving. "Back in high school, I wished you were a female, but I got over that...I'm still not over being a homophobe." Red eyes looked up, their eyes meeting. "It's the worst, being a closet gay that's a homophobe." He slowly released the flea's wrists. "You know why I like you? You were never afraid of me…but now, I even fucked that up. And you sure aren't some pushover." He hesitantly reached a hand out to gently touch Izaya's face, and gave him a simple kiss on the lips.
Izaya gasped from the shock of the simple kiss. He had never understood why humans liked kissing. It was merely lips on lips. There shouldn't have been a feeling involved, but there was. He leaned up slightly and dipped his tongue in Shizuo's mouth. This shouldn't be happening...This really shouldn't be happening. Izaya continued to kiss him. When he pulled away to breathe, he reached into his pocket and quickly brought his switchblade up to Shizuo's throat. "Touch me again..."
"Don't feed me that BS! You just fucking kissed me back! You're telling me that you felt nothing?" He jumped back, avoiding being cut by Izaya's blade, making sure his kitten didn't get hit. "Fine, you know what! I've dealt with you for too long. Maybe I won't save you when you become mental, I don't give a fuck anymore. Go and kill yourself! Everyone will be so fucking happy! No one will cry for you, no one likes you!" He yelled and stomped off. He was trying to be nice, but Izaya had to act like a fucking bastard. He slammed the door behind him slid down to the floor, just feeling like crap. "No one would miss him," he repeated, "I would…I've gotten so used to him being around. Would be lonely without him coming around to piss me off."
Izaya let out a sigh of relief when Shizuo walked away from him. Shizuo was seriously pissed at him, which should have been good. Since Izaya was convinced the soul left his body, he could finally live normally again. The blonde would go back to chasing him around the city and Izaya would observe humans. He would continue his job and keep Namie busy with endless amounts of work. Izaya decided to take the subway home since his phone broke. The world seemed normal, he could finally enjoy his humans' company. By the time he reached his house, his clothes were dry but he felt like he was getting a cold.
The blonde sat there on the floor, looking down at his kitten, watching her play with the string of his shoes. Shizuo picked her up and nuzzled the small creature against the side of his face. "What am I to do?" Of course, he wasn't expecting an answer. The ex-bartender set the kitten back down, using a finger to scratch her tummy. "I fucked up big time and I'm not sure…how to fix it. Did you enjoy the flea being over?" He received a little meow from the cute kitten. "Of course, you'd like anyone that paid attention to you."
The week went on and the one time Izaya came by to annoy Shizuo, he wasn't around. "You missed him. He said he needed to talk to someone. I wasn't about to stop him," Tom answered the info broker.
Shizuo went to talk to Celty; the only person that would listen to him. "I'm trying to fix something. I fucked up with someone I think…I like. But they're stubborn as hell, don't seem to listen to me, and they pretty much don't believe that I like them." He sighed deeply, "and thus, they now make fun of me because I confessed."
"I missed him?" Izaya repeated as if he didn't hear right; he rarely missed Shizuo. It must have been something urgent if his boss let him go. He turned around and walked away. He tried to convince himself that it meant nothing and they would go back to fighting. He denied his feelings for the blonde, and dismissing the feelings for lust. His body craved more of Shizuo, nothing else. There were only three people Shizu-chan talked to: Celty, Kasuka, and Shinra. Since Kasuka was away on a movie set, that only left the dullahan and illegal doctor. The raven made his way towards their home.
Celty wrote on her PDA calmly and showed Shizuo the message. [So, if they make fun of you, are they really worth it?]
The blonde chuckled. "You know the saying; you tease those you like. This is just on a much wider scale of…teasing, but I've long gotten used to it." The blonde pulled out a cancer stick and lit it up. "The fucking flea! How the fuck can he say he doesn't feel anything when he kissed me back." The ex-bartender let out a roar and kicked the railing in front of him in anger. "He pisses me off!" Fuck, the fucking flea was going to be the death of him. If anything, he was going to bust a blood vessel if he kept this up.
To be honest, I've always expected Shizuo had some sort of crush on Izaya. Celty walked thought and away from him, joining Shinra in another room. It was best to leave Shizuo alone when he was that angry; she didn't want him destroying her house.
Izaya eavesdropped on the conversation Shizuo was having with Celty and himself. He heard the entire thing. "My, my, Shizu-chan! You like to talk to yourself out loud?" He smirked. Hopefully Shizuo would get angry enough to chase him. He wouldn't let Shizu-chan hurt him; he just wanted everything back to normal.
The blonde looked over to the side, seeing that Celty was missing. "Fuck, she left!" He growled at the smaller man. "What, have nothing better to do than eavesdrop on me?!" He snaps, only getting that fucking grin as an answer. "Fuck, I hate your fucking face," he grumbled. He dropped his cancer stick and stepped on it.
"As I recall, you love my face." Izaya tapped his cheek just to piss the blonde off. He was a very impatient man, who was very easy to annoy. Izaya hardly even had to do anything; just standing there had Shizuo balling his fists.
"I do hate your face! I can hate your face as much as I like! You have enough balls to come around here to pick fun at me for confessing to you. No, because kissing me back wasn't enough for you! You have to go the extra mile! I have never let any of your crap personally affect me."
"And how is that going for you?" Izaya teased. "If you don't want to be personally affected by me then by all means, do something about it. You used to run around town chasing me, and suddenly that's all changed? If you really hate my face, then why don't you ruin it?" It was only a matter of time until Shizuo snapped.