Arc Two, Chapter Three
Shizuo sighed deeply, unsure if he should stay or not. His hazel eyes looked at Izaya, watching him sleep. He sighed again before giving in and moving on to the bed, moving the best he can with the flea attached to his arm, and he laid there as the dark-haired man slept. He turned his gaze to look over at the other, watching him shift around. He stiffened when Izaya uses him as a pillow, but he let it slide, this time. Not like he could do anything. "If only you were this fucking cute every other time."
Izaya woke up two hours later, finding it harder to breathe. He backed up to find his face buried against Shizuo's strong chest. How did the man even get in his room, and why was he hugging him? Must have thought he was a pillow. Izaya sat up and stretched his arms. He used to sleeping in the same bed, since he had to at Shizuo's. From the looks of it, Izaya didn't have a guest room in his loft. Maybe I don't need one? "My bed is so comfortable...more comfortable than yours..." He mumbled. "Anyway, Shizu-chan, isn't it time to go shopping?" He decided, and changed in his bathroom.
The blonde's eyebrow twitched, "you're more than welcome to sleep on the couch, if you want to complain about the living arrangements, flea." He sat up, looking at the time. He was lying in that fucking bed for two fucking hours, not even sleeping. "And FYI, you were the one that grabbed me and wouldn't let go of my arm," he retorted. He got off the bed and walked down to the twin's bedroom. "Come on, we're going shopping for the two of ya," he called to them. Since Izaya wouldn't be there most of the time, it would be for them.
Izaya laughed quietly as he changed in his bathroom. He wondered why Shizuo stayed so long in the first place. Couldn't he easily push him away? He was so close to him, in the giant bed. If it were Izaya, he'd push Shizuo off of him without a second thought. He headed towards his living room and sat down on his expensive couch. Why was taking Shizuo so long?
The twins perked up when they heard Shizuo's voice through the door. They thought he would have left, knowing his temper around Izaya. Mairu spoke first, as usual. "Shopping for us?!" She opened the door and looked up at him. Kururi followed, "shopping. What stuff?" She asked. Mairu looked at him blankly. "Wait, who's we? Izaya is going to buy us stuff?" She gasped in disbelief.
Izaya heard the last part of the conversation as he searched for Shizuo. "What! You can't boss me around, Shizu-chan. I said no such thing."
"You two need food in the house, you can't cook or even eat in this place," he told them and turned to Izaya. "You're the one that said we're going shopping! I will drag your ass out of here if I have to!"
"I meant that we are shopping for me, myself, and I."
Fuck, why must Izaya be so difficult? It wasn't that hard to buy food for his sisters. He grunted when the two girls suddenly jumped on him, wanting him to carry them. The blonde wasn't really bothered by it. He walked into the living room, pulling Izaya up on his feet. "You're sisters need food, which they are lacking in this fucking place." He headed to the grocery store, holding on to Izaya. "Fuck, it's like taking care of a bunch of cats. Twins are the kittens, the flea is the adult cat who wants all the attention. Girls, get off so you can push the cart."
Once Mairu and Kururi leapt off him to push the cart, Izaya took no time to jump on Shizuo's back. "What would it be like if I crossed dressed for a day or so? I bet you'd treat me nicer." He laughed at the thought on everyone's faces.
"It's not the first time you pretended being a girl. You wouldn't look any different; you have a lean enough figure. Besides, people already confuse you as a woman, you don't need to cross-dress for that," he flat-out told the other man and groaned something about needing a smoke.
"Don't be so mean, Shizu-chan! Unlike your fantasies, I have never experienced anyone mistaking me for a woman. If I were a girl, that would mean I wouldn't annoy you as much! Look at the twins, they are somewhat like me and you just take it."
"Your sisters are also freshmen in high school and they don't piss me off like you!" He snapped back, "and they don't insult me every damn time they fucking see me." Izaya was starting to give him a headache. The damn bastard was yelling at how cruel he was being. "Flea, shut the fuck up! You're yelling in my ear!" He watched the two girls run ahead towards the junk food. "Hey, no, go the other way!" He yelled at them, so damn glad he didn't have to deal with Kasuka like this. He chased after the twins, the flea just chilling on his back, head resting on top of his own. "Think you're so fucking cute, don't ya?"
Izaya didn't care what whatever his sisters bought. they'd better eat it all before Izaya returned home again. Izaya jumped down off Shizuo's back. He looked down at a frilly, knee-length, black skirt with tights built-in. "Oh, look! This is fate." He ripped the skirt off the hanger and went around to collect female clothes.
He watched Izaya take women's clothes off the rack. He sighed, not like he was the one to wear them, Izaya was on his own. He walked off to find the twins, getting them healthy things to cook such as meat, vegetables, and things they could easily cook themselves without much effort. He looked over to them when they said they wished he could cook for them. "It's not that hard. It's easy to make stir fry and such." He pat their heads, "you'll be alright on this." He looked back over to Izaya, sighing. Is he serious? He wants to waste money on female clothes he'll only wear once.
Izaya picked out black heels and a bra that would make him look like he had boobs. He stuffed the bra too, just to confuse people even more. He chose a long-sleeved pink top that hid what muscles he had. It wasn't overly tight, but not overly baggy either. It was perfect, with a ribbon across his waist. There was also a very long, black wig with bangs. "Oh my god, my dream came true!" He laughed and went to the changing room, leaving his male clothes in a separate bag. Izaya wondered if he should've bought make-up, but Shizuo said he looked too much like a girl anyways.
"How are we supposed to make all this, Shizuo?" Izaya usually bought them food or having to buy food for themselves. Mairu always faked some sob story and got tons of free food. Like, someone in her family died or they were having financial trouble. Izaya wasn't poor at all, he was just a stubborn bastard. "Barely every cook." Kururi finished. The twins nodded their head in unison as Shizuo explained how to cook different items. He grabbed a cook book with the most basic ingredients. "Here," he said, handing the book over to one of the girls, "you two will do fine. If you can read this, you can cook. It's what I did and I forced Kasuka to do the same."
Then, they all heard a very annoying, high-pitched voice. "SHIZUUU-CHHANNNNN. Do you like my new outfit?" Mairu and Kururi turned their heads, immediately dropping their jaws. Izaya was seriously wearing female clothes, and actually looked good in them. If they hadn't lived with him, they wouldn't recognize him.
Shizuo stared at seeing the fucking flea dressed in female clothes. He just rolled his eyes, calling him a "fucking idiot" and took a step back when the flea had the nerve to look at him with big, innocent eyes. "Does Shizu-chan not like it?"
"Shut up! I don't like skirts at all! You don't have the legs for it! I hate womens sex appeal, they always whore themselves out in slutty clothes they can buy!" He reached a hand out, ripping the wig off Izaya's head. "Stop fucking around and stop thinking about yourself!"
Mairu and Kururi silently wished that Shizuo was their brother, instead of Izaya. They didn't blame him for hating Izaya so much, but wondered why he was so nice to him. Shizuo was incredibly helpful, Izaya would never do that for them.
"You're no fun, Shizu-chan!" Izaya snatched the wig back and pulled it in his head. "I don't care what you like, this isn't for you. Maybe the whore appearance was what I was going for, so thank you! I'm flattered." He skipped off to the make-up, almost slipping with his heels on. He found an appreciation for women who whore heels all the time. They were incredibly uncomfortable.
Mairu sighed as he ran away again, embarrassed being with him in public. "Don't worry about it, Shizuo! He's always selfish, whether his memories are gone or not. At least he's paying for groceries, right?" Besides, if Izaya wasn't going to keep the make-up, that meant they could keep it for themselves. It was better than wasting money. Izaya finished and carried a basket full of make-up to the check-out. The girls pushed the cart to the check-out as well. The cashier rang everything, not noticing that Izaya wore clothes he didn't pay for. He gave cash to Shizuo and casually walked out of the building.
"Tch," the blonde sounded, putting Izaya's money into the cashier's hand, "use that for the food. There is a girl with red eyes, wearing a short skirt and heals. You can't miss her, make sure she doesn't leave without paying for the outfit she's wearing." Soon after, the blonde waved to the man who was being held by the security guard.
"Be sure to pay for all that!" Shizuo yelled. He waited outside for Izaya to finally come out. The blonde looked over when he heard the door open. The info broker wore his normal clothes, embarrassed. "Serve this as a lesson, Izaya. Why don't you realize how much of an ass you were in that store? And you wonder why your own sisters don't like you."
Izaya only flushed from anger, not embarrassment as Shizuo thought. Security gave him a short interrogation. He played nice, to get the hell out of the store. They told him to give them ID and Izaya almost gave them a fake one. They immediately recognized his name and let him go. They didn't even bother asking him why he dressed as a woman. Izaya was going to kill Shizuo. "Moron! Narcissistic, blonde, Neanderthal!" Izaya snapped.
"I don't need your sly comments. I'm not embarrassed or upset, if that's what you're hoping for. I wasn't an ass in the store, I just wanted clothes! It's not like I was harming anyone! If I'm such an embarrassment, why don't you leave? You know I don't remember you; I may have lost my memories, but that doesn't stop me from knowing that something is odd." Izaya was in Shizuo's face then, and his sisters backed away from the two if they started fighting.
"Only you would fuck up the second chance you're given. I told you how people hated you, I would at least hope you fucking tried being a brother. You're older than them and you act like a child." He poked Izaya's forehead, hearing Izaya growl. "Oh look, I am turning into a Neanderthal like you!"
Shizuo ignored the comment, "I treat people as a child when I see them act like a fucking child. You know what, I saved you from those clothes. Wearing that crap out in public would've got you kidnapped and raped. Trust me, not even you can fight off five or ten people when they gang up on you."
Izaya didn't even know his sisters, so how was he supposed to act like a brother? He didn't know the first thing about being one. The raven smirked deviously. "So, I'm sexy when I cross dress? I knew you were lying through your teeth. You want me all to yourself, it's written all over your face."
A look of anger came across on Shizuo's face. He was just about ready to punch Izaya, barely stopping himself from doing so. He only stopped because he saw the two girls run off, a part of him wanting to stop Izaya from following them. He was the fucking reason why they ran off in the first place. "Should start treating people like people, not toys," he muttered.
He about ready to tell Izaya he was gay. He didn't like women, simple as that. He could admit when one was beautiful, but it was rare. All the girls that hit on him didn't know how to dress. He always wondered why more couldn't be like Celty. He carried the bags and headed back to the loft.
Izaya wondered if Shizuo was actually hurt over what he said. He felt a pang in his chest, knowing he was turning into his old self. Shizuo looked so pathetic. He told his sisters to stay put before he ran after Shizuo, grabbing his arm. "Where are you going? I thought you need to stay by my side?" Izaya ended up walking with Shizuo, wherever he was going. "It's only fair that you stay here. How am I supposed to babysit the twins around the city alone? A lot of people hate me, as you said."
"Just go and get your sisters, Izaya. It's not smart that they're out this late." The blonde just continued towards the loft. He put everything away while he waited for Izaya and the twins to come back. "Fuck, he's worse than before," he muttered. It was only about thirty minutes later before the others came back. He was out on the balcony, smoking. He was lucky if he could smoke. Every time he did, Izaya magically appeared and slapped him. "Would be easier if I said I was gay, he wouldn't be trying to accuse me of…anything. He's still acting pretty much the same."
Why was Shizuo being so sensitive suddenly? He never walked away when Izaya wanted him to, to but now that Izaya actually asked him to stay, he had the nerve to walk away. Maybe it was reverse psychology, or something that he said really hit home. Izaya really didn't see the harm in teasing Shizuo, or dressing as a woman. If anything, he hoped that it would make him laugh. It wasn't like Izaya was throwing knives at him, or abusing him for that matter. He just wanted to have fun. Izaya met up with the girls. He decided to spend some time on the swing to think. Mairu and Kururi swung with them.
"Where did Shizuo go?" Mairu asked.
"I don't know where he is." Izaya retorted.
"Make angry?" Kururi questioned. Izaya shrugged his shoulders, "I have no idea." They spent about twenty minutes at the park before they headed home. When they returned, the twins went straight to bed. After a long day with Izaya, they needed sleep. The raven went to the balcony. "Shizu-chan! You came back. Still smoking cigarettes, I see. How does cancer taste?"
"If you think that'll stop me from smoking, you'd be fucking wrong. I don't smoke that much." He took a long drag before blowing out the smoke and looked at the time. "They seem close," he muttered, "the stars and the moon," he added when he was given a look. "Like you can touch them from right here." He dropped the cig and stepped on it, chuckling. "Or whatever, I'm just talking nonsense," he walked inside and laid down on the couch to sleep.
The sweetest sound ever...was Shizuo's laugh. Izaya had tried to make him laugh all throughout the day, but instead he thought he was trying to piss him off. That was okay, though. It's how it always was, why change that? He couldn't repair the damage he caused. Yeah, it was possible for him to change but not fix everything. Izaya walked inside and saw Shizuo sleeping on the couch. He looked so peaceful, for the strongest man.
He almost woke him with a prank. The raven walked over to where Shizuo was, ready to scream, but decided not to. He looked so soft, and even...cute, actually. Izaya never thought he'd use that word to describe someone, especially not Shizuo. The blonde man could throw a car and not break a sweat. Something like that should never be named cute. Izaya shook his head, what am I thinking? He raised his leg to kick Shizuo but stopped, yet again. Why...Why can't I harass him when he's sleeping, but I can any other time? I'm too tired to think clearly. That only gave him the excuse to run his hand along Shizuo's smooth hair.
AN: If Izaya seems OOC in this chapter, remember that he has lost his memories, therefore he is sweeter to Shizuo. He's trying to make him laugh because he doesn't like how Shizuo's always so angry, and doesn't understand why (obviously). Hearing him laugh is better than taking shit all the time, no? Like I said, under his cold exterior, there is a side no one sees. I edited this chapter, thanks to Rai Rai Blue who reviewed. This is why reviews are very important.