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Arc Two, Chapter 11
Izaya woke up the next morning and saw light creeping in through the curtains. To his surprise, he didn't have much of a hangover. Only a minor head/stomachache. He sat up on Shizuo's lap and began poking his cheek. "Wake up." He repeated, having fun pestering the moody blonde in the morning. "We're on a vacation, no time for sleeping!"
Shizuo raised a hand and started to feel around Izaya's face. "Trying to find the off button," he answered the unasked question. "Fine," he groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He's so wasn't a morning person. He sighed deeply and rolled over, his head resting on Izaya's shoulder. "Flea, go see what they have for breakfast. I'll be there after I shower." The bartender stood and stumbled over to the bathroom to freshen up a little. He came out after about ten minutes and looked to see that Izaya was missing, so he must've gotten food. He dressed himself in a pair of loose jeans and a white t-shirt, and found his way towards their mini kitchen and smiled at how cute Izaya looked eating. He ordered an egg sandwich from room service and sat in front of the raven-haired man. He chuckled a little, "you look cute," he commented before reaching for a napkin to clean Izaya's face.
"You know, I'm capable of wiping my face." He laughed. "I didn't know what you wanted." He leaned back in the chair. "I wasn't aware that you think it's cute when I eat. Maybe I should try eating something off of you?" He waved his spoon around in circles. "Just kidding...you'd probably push me away." He mumbled the last part. "Anyways! I have something to show you while you wait for your food." Izaya opened his suit case and carried the short, silky white robe to the bathroom. He was determined on wearing that for the rest of the day, not caring where he went. It barely covered his ass, with little to no underwear he wore. He walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. "Hey Shizu-chan! Do you want some coffee? I can make you some coffee...but it's ALL the way down here." He bent over to the lowest shelf possible.
Shizuo spat his drink out as he covered his nose, just feeling a nose bleed coming on. "W-what are you wearing?" He asked. "Um, sure, I'll have some coffee," he answered. The blood started to drip from his nose when he watched Izaya bend over to get. He looked down to his pants when he felt them tighten, "fuck," he cussed under his breath and he quickly stood up, running to the bathroom. His head perked up when he heard a knock on the door and heard Izaya say he'd get it. The blonde ran out, tackling the poor man to the ground. "No you won't! And cover up!"
Izaya panted and looked up at an angry Shizuo. "My, my! Who knew you were kinky." He looked down. "And you're hard! I guess it can't be helped. You like what I'm wearing, you can't deny it." He wrapped his legs around Shizuo's waist and brought the man closer. Shizuo wasn't going to go along with it, but it was worth a shot. "Come on, Shizu-chan. You know you want me." He smiled deviously.
Shizuo looked away, "no, I don't want you," he said, his stomach growling a little. He heard a knock on the door and removed Izaya's legs from his waist. He ran to answer the door, and it was the delivery man. He took his order and shut the door afterwards. "Go get dressed!" He snapped at the other man.
Izaya frowned and sat up from the position, looking at the door. Tch, what would it take for him to give in? He was so stubborn. It's what the raven loved and hated about him at the same time. He thought of every plan in the book, he was wearing the sexiest outfit, but to no avail. Sure, Shizuo was affected by his actions but he never took initiative to follow through. Maybe I need a different approach? He thought about the man on the other side of the door and a smirk curled at the corners of his lips. He was actually a cutie; especially his smile with his dimples, and he had a Swedish accent from what Izaya could tell. Maybe I can make Shizuo jealous? Oh, this will be fun! He walked up to the door and opened it again. "Hey delivery-man!" He sung, the brunette immediately looked back at him. Izaya smirked and bit his bottom lip suggestively. "You forgot your tip." He paused, "aahh well, I'll give it to you later!" He winked and shut the door before the man could respond. "Well he certainly appreciated my outfit...unlike someone I know."
"Hey, I'm hungry! I don't want things getting in the way of my food," he huffed and ate a bit. He was about as simple as they could get and as cliché, in terms of his stomach. He was just glad he didn't have to cook breakfast, it was a nice change for him. "You try too hard when you're trying to be cute or whatever."
Izaya shook his head with the palm of his hand against his face. "You really are a neanderthal. Sleep, drink, eat, and you're happy." Izaya sat down beside Shizuo, watching as he ate his food. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Shizu-chan! Sexy would be the word. I can't make you all hot and bothered while wearing layers. That doesn't suit me at all!" He paused. "But speaking of cute, that delivery-man was, don't you think?"
"Sleeping, drinking, and eating are a means of survival. Surviving is a good thing to do, and you need to work to get money, so you can eat," he told the other man. The blonde nearly chokes on his food at what Izaya said. Hot and bothered? "Don't say things like that at the table! It's not table talk, that's more like bed talk!" His face flushed. Fuck, what the hell? "Then you're trying too damn hard trying to be…se…sexy," he added, spitting out the last word; the word just didn't want to go past his lips. Why was Izaya trying to get him excited, anyway? "He looked ok, but the accent was awful."
"But that means I can mess with him more! It's all part of the fun. And it's amusing when foreigners try to speak Japanese...I think I might see him later." He winked, waiting. for Shizuo's reaction.
"Okay, do whatever the hell you want," Shizuo flat out told him as he finished off his food. He set the tray outside to get picked up during the day. "If you go out with another man, I'll just walk around the town myself; I have no issue with it," he stopped when he noticed the info broker was staring at him. Obviously he didn't like the answer. "You're staring is creeping me out, flea. We're not dating, we're not official, I could care less if you want to run off somewhere."
"Would you really care less, Shizu-chan?" He leaned in closer to Shizuo's mouth.
The bartender raised a brow, "I said I didn't care, why are you asking another time?" Inside, no, he wasn't fine with it, but he wasn't going to let that side show and give Izaya what he wanted. He patted the flea's head, "and sure, go out in that outfit. I'm sure that guy would be more than willing to protect you."
"You really think so? You're so considerate, Shizu-chan. I'm glad you're always looking out for my well-being; since I'm such a fragile creature." Izaya laughed. "Since you honestly don't care...then I think I will! After all, we're not 'official' or anything." Was Shizuo being serious? Did he really not care, all this meant nothing? "So...we're friends with benefits then, right? Then, I guess this will mean nothing." He stared into Shizuo's eyes for a moment and leaned in for a quick kiss.
Hazel eyes widened a little at the kiss. "Yeah, sure, whatever," he said and left to brush his teeth with a blush on his face. When he came back, he saw Izaya sitting at the table. "You know, sitting there won't do you any good. The bell boy isn't going to stick around for long. Might as well catch him and go out with him..." What the hell am I saying? No, no, no! Why am I encouraging Izaya to go out with another man? Too late now, I fucked up yet again.
Izaya's mask dropped all at once, the emotions displayed across his pretty face. Annoyed, was the prominent one. It was so hard to tell with Shizu-chan. Maybe he could predict Shizuo before, but now now. Shizuo said he acted the same. That wasn't true in the slightest. He knew he was a different. "Oh, you're absolutely right! I wouldn't want him to leave. I don't even know when his shift ends. Ja ne!" Izaya walked out of their suite and towards the elevator. Once inside, he couldn't stop laughing. It was like his emotions finally cracked from the time he lost his memories. At that moment, he doubted he would ever regain them back. The doors opened to the lobby and he saw the delivery-man standing at the front desk. He put on a cute smile and strutted towards him; the brunette almost dropped a tray he was carrying. "So, so! When does your shift end?"
Shortly after Izaya left, Shizuo quickly stood and followed the other man, making sure he wasn't spotted. Damn it, he didn't really think Izaya was going to go. He sighed; of course Izaya was going to go after the other, man, he was acting like he didn't care. Shizuo stopped when he spotted the flea in the lobby and hid himself around the corner. This was stupid, he felt stupid spying on his crush...like some crazy stalker.
The brunette turned around when he heard a familiar voice. "On the hour," he answered, "why are you wonder?" He asked in a thick Swedish accent. A blush came across the man's face when he realized what the raven was wearing.
"Well I caught you just in time," Izaya read the name-tag and smirked, "Donnie. You even have a nice name! I was wondering if you wanted to go on a date?" He suggested. Knowing that Shizuo didn't care made it all worth while. If Shizu-chan wasn't going to have fun with him, that doesn't mean he couldn't have fun. Although, Izaya's idea of fun was different than any normal person. He wasn't planning on actually seducing the brunette. The thought of himself with a human disgusted him.
"Like, around town?" Donnie asked dumbly and received a simple nod from the man standing in front of him. "But, I was just to your room...you were there with a blonde gentleman. I thought he was your boyfriend, but I guess I was wrong. So, a brother?" He asked and Izaya nodded, holding back a laugh.
A hand clenched around the corner, part of the wall crumbled down. The bastard thought they were brothers! And it would seem Shizuo scared people off, they sort of gave him a strange look before running off.
Aahh, so Shizu-chan decided to follow me, huh? He is jealous, I was wrong! His smirk widened. He's so full of surprises, it's enticing! The raven pretended not to notice that Shizuo was there, even though it was obvious. Who else could break a wall?
Donnie smiled shyly, "sure, we can go out," he said. "Just wait for me, I'll be back to meet you in ten minutes." He walked off to finish his shift. He came back after he dressed out of his work uniform, into nice jeans and a button up shirt. "Sort of surprised that you stayed. And what is your name? It's only fair, since you know mine."
"Surprised that I stayed? Well of course! Who wouldn't stay for you?" He winked. "My name is Yoru." He answered. Izaya wasn't about to let Donnie know his real name. He was just a resource to get back at Shizuo. "So where do you want to go?"
Donnie looked down. "Are you going to...never mind," Donnie finished. If Yoru was going to put less-revealing clothes on, he would've done so before he left the room. The brunette just started to think, crap, I don't know what to do on the date. "How about we go to the art festival? They set up so much there; they have short plays going on, a section with artwork, all sorts of food. It's a fun place for the weekend," he enthused. Donnie hesitated to reach out to take Yoru's hand, but quickly pulled away, blushing a little. "Come on, it's only a ten minute walk from here, I'll take you there."
"Sure! That sounds like fun." Why not go with Donnie to the festival when he knew that Shizuo would follow them. Who knew how he would react and what thoughts were running through his protozoan brain. Not to mention, it was a free night at the festival. "Do you think that the artists are willing to draw me?" He reached down to grab a hold of Donnie's hand. It took all he had not to look back at Shizu-chan with a Cheshire grin. "Maybe...in a seductive pose?"
Liquid gold eyes watched the entire scene. The man tried to grab Izaya's hand, but quickly pulled away from doing so, and Shizuo thought yeah, that's right, you don't touch my flea! He nearly had a mini heart attack when Izaya willingly grabbed the man's hand. No! Fucking flea, you don't go around touching other men! He watched as the two left and he followed them. He swore, if the brunette tired to grab anything...so help him; he was going to chuck a vending machine at the man.
"So, do you and your brother get along pretty well?" Donnie asked, peering down at their intertwined hands. "I heard the two of you fighting before I answered the door."
"We don't get along most of the time; I wish he would pay more attention to me!" Izaya said dramatically, making sure Shizuo heard every word. He wouldn't reveal anything else about his feelings for Shizuo, now that he knew he was following him. He almost felt bad for the handsome brunette, because his face wouldn't be so handsome when Shizuo was done with it. They finally reached the festival after mindless small-talk. Izaya found an artist and asked her if she would draw a picture of him. He paid the woman before sitting down on a chair.
Donnie's emerald eyes stared at the raven...so he was not crazy; he really did have crimson eyes. He continued to stare at the man as he sat down, but he quickly pulled away when a trash can came flying in his direction. The poor brunette looked around, "where the hell did that come from!?" He watched Yoru wave it off, telling him not to worry about it. Donnie peered over the artists shoulder, "awe, so cute; she's making you look adorable."
"Is she now?" The raven gasped, thinking of different ideas. "You should take pictures with me later! Or we can get something to eat, do you want to get something to eat? I'd gladly pay for you; I have the money."
Donnie blushed some, "sure, we can take a picture, I have my camera with me," he told Yoru. The brunette scratched his cheek, "food? Ok, we'll get something." The two walk on ahead to the food area. They ordered a few things to share, and while eating, Izaya snapped a picture of them together. Donnie blushed when he felt Izaya touch his arm, followed by a question about how many people hit on him. "Actually, people normally don't talk to me."
"People don't talk to you? That's absurd! Are you new to Japan? You have a really thick accent." Izaya took a bite of his ootoro. Honestly, he was getting bored of messing with the brunette. He was forced to act like he actually cared about him. He was only a piece of eye candy, nothing more. He wished that Shizuo would just confront Donnie already. Or maybe...maybe the brute wouldn't do anything? Was it a test to see if Izaya would actually cheat?
"Came here for a college program, will only be here for six more months. It's a way to see the world while in school. I talk to people, but not enough to get attached," he answered. He chewed on a piece of a spicy Japanese dish and spit it out, not expecting it to taste that bad to him. "Why would your brother allow you to go out when you're barely wearing nothing?" He asked, but soon stiffened. Donnie didn't mean to be so straight-forward. "No, never mind, just forget I even asked the question," he looked away and looked back over to Yoru. He leaned in to kiss his cheek, but he was suddenly stopped by a sign flying right by his face. "Hum? What the hell was that?" Donnie raised a brow. This was definitely weird. Every time he made a move on Yoru, something came flying out of nowhere.
First Shizuo broke the wall, then threw a trash can, and now a sign. His strength was truly beautiful...and hilarious. Izaya couldn't hold his laughter in anymore. He held his stomach and laughed until he almost cried. In fact, he almost threw up from laughing so hard. "Oh, for god sakes Donnie...you think I actually like you? Although you are handsome, I must admit, you're not my type. I don't date humans; I date out-of-control blonde monsters. You can't compete with that." He looked into Donnie's sad eyes and messed his brown hair up. "Don't look so down, kid."
Shizuo watched as Izaya walked towards him, and mentioned that he was a horrible spy. "Who said I was spying; I was making sure he didn't touch you," he huffed. He looked over to the brunette that Izaya just…fucked over, for lack of a better word. Shizuo put hand on the raven's hair and forced him to stare at Donnie. "Flea, was that really worth the effort...I'm not even sure what the hell you were trying to do. In the fucking process, you got that guy involved. Feel guilty?"
"I don't feel guilty, no. He shouldn't have been so-" He stopped once the blonde roughly dragged him over to sit beside Donnie. He blinked up at Shizuo. "Alright! Fine, fine. My 'brother' wants me to say that I'm s-that I'm sor-..." He paused. "At any rate, I shouldn't have done that! See, I was proving a point. You can't trust everyone that you meet. You're too young for me anyways! Have some of my fatty tuna, It's really good. Swedish people like tuna, right?" He tried to cheer him up, at the demand of Shizu-chan. "Or maybe some ice cream-Oh!" Izaya reached into his pocket and set money on the table. "I forgot to give you your tip." He looked up at Shizuo. "Can we leave now? Please?"
"I'm not leaving," Shizuo sat down at the table with the two, "flea, you made your point that you won't date the guy, doesn't mean you can't spend time with him…maybe as a friend," he ordered. He reached out and grabbed a roll of ootoro, taking one for himself. He raised a brow when Izaya seemed to not pay any mind to the words he was saying. "Izaya," he lowly growled, warning him.
Donnie looked at the two men, confused. Why was the blonde calling Yoru, Izaya? Unless the raven lied about his name? And were they really brothers? They didn't look at each other like they were related.
Izaya sighed; he honestly didn't care about Donnie and just wanted to get back to the castle. "What is the point? He's a student and we're only here on vacation." He turned his attention back to the brunette. "Do you really care, Donnie?" The informant grabbed the student's blushing cheeks and forced him to look in his eyes. "There are a lot of guys out there. I would appreciate it if you let tonight go."
"It's not that easy, flea! You should have thought about this before you up and flirted with the man!" Shizuo snapped and huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. Clearly, Izaya didn't really get any of this. "Um, I mean," Donnie stuttered out.
The bartender sighed, "he can't date you," he said bluntly. "But we'll keep you company," he offers. "Even you said people don't talk to you. Besides, we've been meaning to go on a date, might as well kill two birds with a stone."
Izaya let go of Sweden's face and looked at Shizuo in disbelief. "Shizu-chan, you know that going on a date in front of the man is even worse, right? Now you're just rubbing it in Donnie's face. Look at how sad he is." Donnie looked at Izaya, still confused. He still had a hard time with Japanese, and the man talked so fast. "So, you two aren't actually brothers?" He asked. Izaya laughed. "No, no! Of course not. My name's not even Yoru."
"I'll give you alone time." Donnie walked away with a blank expression on his face. He didn't know what just happened. He wasn't even sad anymore, just confused. Japanese people were really odd. Why would Yor-Izaya hit on him when his boyfriend was right there?
"Izaya! Stop being a bastard! Is it that hard to be nice to someone!? You went out of your way to hit on the poor guy, the least you can do it spend time with him!" He inhaled deeply, needing to calm himself down. "You said you wanted to change and I'm trying to help you. What you just did...was something an ass would do." He pointed a finger at said ass. "And if you don't know who I'm talking about, that would be you," he confirmed.
"I know who you are talking about, Shizu-chan." Izaya rested his arms on the table. He gave Shizuo some time to calm down, as he stared at the people. They all seemed so happy. "You're just jealous-and don't interject, because you are. Deal with it." He sighed. "This made me realize that there's no one out there for me...but a certain blonde." He paused, staring at Shizuo from the corner of his eyes. "And if you don't know who that is, it's you." He mocked.
"I am not jealous; I am protecting you! You already scared the fucker off. Bad enough you hardly have friends; you treat people in the worst way possible," he muttered. "Don't try to find ways to justify it! My strength is a curse, I always hurt the people I'm close to."
Izaya listened to Shizuo's mini rant and rolled his eyes. "What else is new? Asshole then, asshole now. Either way, you're never going to stop loving me." He laughed. "You think what you have is a curse; that's ludicrous. Your 'curse' makes you interesting. If I sat around feeling sorry for my 'evil curse' then I wouldn't have a job." He narrowed his eyes. "And I have more than enough friends."
Shizuo couldn't help but laugh, "friends? Fuck, you only have Shinra as a friend and I doubt that I count in there as a friend," he told the info broker. The blonde looked down at his hands and started to fidget with his thumbs. "Why are you such a freak...who marvels at my strength? I could end up hurting you if I lose my temper. You should be frightened because of that."
Shizuo hit a sore spot in Izaya, though he would never display those feelings. Hah! Feelings, who needed them? Why couldn't people accomplish anything without feelings? Fuck feelings. No wonder why he distanced himself from reality. Reality was too harsh. "Frightened? Haha! No, no. It's fascinating." He could feel the anger build inside of him. "What if that's what I want, hmm?"
"What you want?" Shizuo repeated. The blonde thought about it for a moment. If this, the two of them dating and living together was not what Izaya wanted, then he should just leave it be. But it wasn't that easy. When the old Izaya came back to the surface, things were most likely going to go back to normal. If they returned to normal, Shizuo would go back to being lonely in his apartment. It would be hard to go back to that. "If that's what you really want, then I won't push it against you anymore," he finally told the other.
"Well! Look who finally figured it out." Izaya pushed his chair back. "I'm going to the washroom." He spat and walked off to find a public washroom.