Arc Two, Chapter Twelve
Miraculously the washroom wasn't as dirty as Izaya thought it would be, nor was there anyone else in it. He stood in front of the mirror, but all he could see was a twisted and evil Izaya. He hated it, hated himself. He hated how he manipulated people, hated pushing people away, and most of all, he hated Shizuo for giving him false hope.
Shizuo sat there at the table, waiting for Izaya to return. After sitting there for nearly ten minutes, the blonde stood and followed the track Izaya left. He walked inside the restroom and stopped when he saw a broken mirror on the counter, and he eyes drifted to the other man sitting on the floor, staying to himself in the corner. His eyes widened a little when he saw some blood dripping from his hands. "Izaya!" He exclaimed and ran over to his side. "Are you all right?" He asked and the blonde reached out to touch his hands, but pulled away when he flinched. "Izaya?"
Izaya really wasn't expecting to break the mirror; he just wanted to wash his face. It happened automatically, throwing the plant pot on the counter at the mirror. When it hit, the glass shattered downwards. He tried to clean up the mess as best as possible, receiving a few cuts in the process. Izaya clutched the white silk of his robe to stop the bleeding, but it didn't work. It stung, he could feel some of the small shards in his skin, though it was nothing he couldn't handle. What was he supposed to say exactly, 'I just felt like breaking the mirror'? No, even Shizuo wouldn't buy that. "Nothing that I can't handle...it doesn't matter."
"Izaya," Shizuo said to him, but paused when he took a look down at his own shirt. It was a thicker cotton; it could help stop the bleeding, compared to the thin robe. The blonde slipped his shirt off and ripped it into strips. He soaked a few in hot water to clean the wound. After he finished, he turned back to Izaya and took his hands. This time he didn't flinch, he only looked away. He cleaned them as well as he could, pulling a few shards out here and there. Izaya had to bite the inside of his lip, to keep him from whimpering. Shizuo wrapped the wounds with the dry strips. When he finished, the blonde just stared down at the bandaged hands, and he couldn't hold back the tears. They fell and hit Izaya's hands below. Seeing Izaya hurt hit him pretty hard, because he couldn't prevent it. "W-why did you do it?"
Watching Shizuo cry hurt more than the cuts did. Izaya looked away from him, at a very interesting spot on the floor. "Would you believe me if I said the mirror exploded?" He exhaled, laughing nervously. "Of course not." Izaya shrugged. "I didn't plan on it...I can't give a reasonable excuse, I just did it." He raised a hand to the man's face. "Stop crying, Shizuo. It doesn't suit you." He wiped his tears away.
"Someone has to! You're not crying; someone has to do it for you," he muttered. He gently placed smaller hands into his own, careful with how he held them. The ex-bartender shook his head. "I don't want to see you hurt. That's how it is, right? You don't want to see the people you love, hurt. You might be one of the most hated around, but you still have people that care. If anything, you still have me...I love you." Shizuo ignored everything else, every other thought and pulled Izaya into a hug, holding the small frame to his own. "I don't care if you say fuck it and leave when you get your memories back, you'll still mean so much to me."
Izaya leaned against the strong chest and rested his head against his shoulder. "You're the most hypocritical person," he laughed and moved to sit on Shizuo's lap, and most unbelievable." Izaya continued to laugh from a mix of emotions, which drove him to cry. His shoulders shook, trying his best not to make a sound. Great, now the two of them were crying. Where did that leave them? What did that accomplish? Crying wouldn't change anything. "And stubborn." It was the weirdest feeling, having a romantic moment...in a public bathroom, while both of them were crying and covered in blood. "And irrational...a-and I love you too."
The bodyguard held Izaya closer, "but...you would have to like that about me or you wouldn't say that you love me," he said. They sat there for a few moment, before Shizuo finally decided that he needed to get up. "We should go back to the hotel, we're not really in any condition to keep walking around here." Shizuo's hand tugged on Izaya's robe lightly. "I'll see if I can clean this, hopefully the blood will come out, but white is a bitch to clean." He pulled on Izaya's sleeve, "come on, should get going." He headed out of the restroom, leading the raven out and they walked back to the castle in silence.
Why does Shizuo always insist to shoot me down? Even at the worst possible moment...I've told him there is no one else for me, I've even said that I love him. Does he still not believe me, does he still not trust me? They received a few weird and worried looks along the way; as if wearing a nearly see-through, short robe wasn't enough. Izaya flopped down on the couch in their suite. "Why do you keep denying what I have to say? Isn't saying I love youenough? You don't like things about me either, which doesn't stop you from loving me." He argued.
Shizuo looked over at the other man, staring at him. "I didn't deny anything. It's the first time you said you loved me. Made me happy to hear you say it, regardless of the situation. And you're right; you're a grade A bastard that no one can seem to like, and you go out of your way to ruin people's lives. What's not to love," he said in a joking manor. "But, I've seen the other side of you," he stated and sat beside the man on the couch. "I would see you at the park, eating by yourself, and your eyes told me you were lonely. And other times, I would see you smiling, it depends on the your mood, the weather, what you're eating…it all varies."
Izaya leaned against the back of the couch and brought his knees to his chest. He watched as Shizuo held his hands and re-wrapped them. "So...you can read my eyes." Izaya smirked and laughed. "Or does that also depend on my mood, the weather, and what I'm eating?" He smiled.
"Don't be a smart ass," the blonde retorted as he tightened the bandages, earning a bit of a pained whine from the man. Good, that's what he wanted. "And I wasn't stalking; I was coming there to kick your ass. Never got to that part because your face distracted me so damn much." He finished wrapping the wounds and folded the end inside the bandage. He face flushed when he felt lips against his cheek. He hated that he blushed so damn easily from a simple kiss. His hazel eyes stared into crimson before he leaned in to lock lips with him. The brute ended up pushing the flea down on to the couch, deepening the kiss, but he pulled away after a few moments.
Izaya's liquid ruby eyes widened at the sudden abruptness. He opened his mouth, kissing Shizuo back absent-mindedly, slipping his tongue in his mouth. He barely registered what happened until Shizuo pulled away. He looked up at him, with a pleasantly-shocked expression. "Keep going...Don't just stop." He urged the blonde. Izaya leaned up on his elbows to kiss Shizuo's lips. He wished he didn't hurt his hands, or he'd put them to good use. Maybe that's what the protozoan wanted...to tease him.
"No, I'd rather not," Shizuo stuttered, his voice sounding a bit high-pitched. He didn't mean to do that, it just sort of happened. And what the hell was up with his voice? The blonde turned his gaze away, not wanting to face Izaya in that moment. Not only did Izaya enjoy it, he was asking for more. No, no, no, they couldn't do more. Knowing his fucking luck, Izaya would get his memories right when they start to have sex and...that just wouldn't end well. He saw it, the flea would get his memory back and Izaya would try to stab him with the butter knife on the table. His gaze slowly looked over to the table, eyes on the knife. Why was that even there?
Izaya laughed at Shizuo's tone of voice. "This time I'm not actually asking you to have sex with me. Making out is fine, isn't it? That's all." Izaya leaned up on his elbows and kissed Shizuo's lips briefly. "You're the one who pushed me down." He positioned himself under the man so he'd fit between his legs. "Try not to freak out...please. Just don't think about anything." Izaya kissed Shizuo's neck and—tried—to leave bite marks. He pulled his collar down to expose more of his neck.
Shizuo allowed himself to give in to want the raven-haired man wanted. He hissed in pleasure at the little bites and sucks down his neck, and he moaned out loud when Izaya started sucking on a part of his neck, near his pulse. That was when he fell into same sort of daze, but swiftly came back when felt himself drooling and he quickly sat up, cleaning his mouth off. "I have to start making dinner," he lied and rolled off the couch, tripping over to the small kitchen space.
Izaya groaned when Shizuo pulled away from him. Come on, he couldn't handle kisses on his neck? Really? "Only make enough for yourself, Shizu-chan. I'm not hungry, and I'm going to bed since you don't like kissing me...apparently." He glared in Shizuo's general direction. If only he wasn't lazy and tired, he would get back at Shizuo somehow. Maybe it was from the blood loss or the long day in general. The couch was strangely comfortable, same with the couch pillows. He just laid down and watched as Shizuo cooked something. He bet the blonde wasn't even hungry; he wanted to get away from him.
"It wasn't about that! Fuck, I was drooling and it was gross, that's all!" He complained as he viciously cut the vegetables, grumbling shit to himself and he slid the freshly cut veggies and meat into a pot he asked to use, making an easy soup. Sure, Izaya said he wasn't hungry but he'd most likely wander in the kitchen in the middle of the night. What the hell am I supposed to do with him. We're going to give each other heart attacks by the time we are forty.
AN: Oh yay! I am back with my normal routine of editing, now that I am feeling slightly better. And sorry if I seem annoying or desperate with all the review requests. I often wonder what it would be like if Izaya and Shizuo actually existed...Anyways! Hope you enjoyed the—short—chapter. The next one will be longer!