Chapter 32: Sun and Moon

Warning: Language, This chapter has been written on phone. Please excuse any misspellings and auto corrections! Thank you and Enjoy~

"Glad you could join us Orihara!" The man classed in a hoodie and the animalistic mask raised his arms in a welcoming way. "I must say, you are very smart into coming here much sooner than expected. I was thinking you'd come in a few days or even a week." His arms spreading world wide into a welcoming manner. Crisp eyes that bled blood swept at the taller man with annoyance or bitter disgust as if they were tasting his appearance. Disgusting brute.

"I'd rather you not treat me as a prize. I came only to discuss a matter or business." The voice that was once filled with teases and purrs imploded into a serious manner that said he was not meant to be trifled with. His tone was of someone who was bothered and this man drank in his emotions cautiously. "Very well."

"I am curious though, why are you so hell-bent on catching me when you've already had your chance?" His voice in a slight muse of play like his teasing voice to Shizuo, but they could tell he wasn't in the teasing mood and was fed up with this problem. Though, Izaya subconsciously knew the answer before it could draw from the man's lips in reply. They were willing to destroy, humiliate, annihilate him like they have already state countless and thousands of times over. He licked his lips as they were becoming dry from anxious waiting, never forgetting the fact that Shizuo was still there trying to keep his balance in standing than crashing onto the floor.

"I'm sure both you and I know that reason." The man in the mask replied. "We just want someone to play with."

Even beneath the mask, his smile never went unnoticed.

"If you say you wish to play with someone, why not go get another person to? They might even be more than fit to do so rather than me." His facade was a brick wall blocking anyone from him. Walls were placed all around him and no one could see beyond the heavy walls besides the beast heaving with fury. "Oh, but on the contrary, no one is dastardly more fun than you,"

"and you're the little one we, yet, I, crave to have fun with." His smirk collected itself. The room never spoke nor ushered a word from its eerie silence and lack of light. "The hell are you on about this playing and fun shit?" Shizuo growled in protest as he wobbled endlessly on sturdy ground. He looked like a wind chime when they dance in the wind and create that loud chime noise when they hit its own poles with one another. "I'd rather you shut your mouth Heiwajima Shizuo. This is business of the matter and I don't recall ever letting you on it."

"The fuck?! You hold me here and say it's not my damn business when clearly I've been in your way and you're talking about this in front of me?" Venom spilled straight from his mouth and the man drank it in. The matter of essence was now or never, but he did drag the brute into this mess only because he proved to be troublesome for him and his men. "I suppose you're right, but you're not as important to us as this prize is-"

"Will you shut up about prizes!? He's no damned prize!" Shizuo's anger was rising like a tea kettle steaming out of control. His blood rushed through his ears and burned through his veins from the adrenaline and not caring if he would snap any second. This man, or rather, disgusting creature was pushing him over the edge. He hated how this man spoke of Izaya being a play toy or something every one could have. He was a known bastard who deserved some sort of negative insults, but this set the blond off like a lever turning on a machine and it overheating.

"Just be quiet, mutt." Shizuo growled at the nickname mutt.

"You know, we've noticed that you came sooner than expected like I said." He mused out as he strode over to Shizuo's wavering self.

"Do you really care about this man? This beast?"

"Your enemy?"

The room was dead silent until a laugh rippled through the air and he sheathed his knife within his pockets of his coat. "You think I came for him? Oh no, no." Izaya clamped his lips together to muffle his chuckles of amusement. "I came to settle the score."

"Aren't you going to send the dullahan find him?"

"Nope. There's no need."

"And why is that...?" Her voice dulled instantly on how the man was nonchalant. "Because he doesn't need my help. He's got a person who's willing to put their life on the line to protect him."

"So does that mean there's suddenly a complete moron out there who actually cares about the bastard?"

"Possibly, but maybe helping out of guilt. " Unbelievable. One moment she was out barking like a rabid dog on rabies and preparing her long nail-like claws, the next, listening to this man's sheepinees and reasonings.

"I know it sounds strange," he said as his eyes met hers "but they have a strong connection and you can just feel something." Namie's brows knitted out of confusion and gave Shinra that 'are you an idiot' glare. "I call that blasphemy. No one can love or feel protective of that man."

"You might think so, but it's actually real. Like how I love Celty even if she's not human or even different from the rest of the people."

"And how much you love your brother very much." Triggered. "Don't bring Seiji into this!" She hissed with venom. Though, she could understand where he was coming from. It was sadly about twisted love bending the ropes of sanity into playing its tricks.

"Shizuo promised he'd protect him and make sure he'd stay out of trouble. Shizuo is not one to break a promise." Shinra's eyes wandered off onto the ceiling with a smile twisting upward. His two friends he knew for the longest are now creating bonds that most thought were absolutely impossible.

"I wouldn't be surprised if he did swing that way."

No shocker there. This man was as tricky as could get and no one other than the people he knew or contagiously stood around could understand him or his purposes. He was Orihara Izaya, the infamous information broker in all if Tokyo and his reputation never stayed still nor did it reek too much of rumors. "Him with Shizuo? Heiwajima Shizuo?" Namie snorted softly and craning her neck to the side. "That's something impossible and yet something to see since it's out of the ordinary."

"Don't I agree with you."

The Kitsune mask acted as the face it was hiding; scowling or frowning in confusion. "To settle a score?"

"More or less to make it even."

Shizuo couldn't feel his footing any longer and staggered to the floor only hitting his knee to collect himself. The feeling of numbness was fading quickly but it still gnawed at his nerves hungrily. It was a good sign that his body could adjust better and faster than a regular human body.

"Looks like someone can't take the waiting over there-"

"Shut up already!" The brute caught his tongue and interrupted him. "How rude."

Kitsune swelled his eyes over and fixed his gaze back onto the prize he so dearly begged and sought for, although he spat deadly venom and ice stabbing towards his way in a dreadful way.

"You said you wished for me and you got me. Though, there has to be a change in plans." Crimson eyes flickered as did his dark eyes behind a mask's did with interest. "Change? Well this may be interesting." Kitsune said in his best interest feeling his greedy hunger flood his senses.

"I'm guessing you're going to trade yourself for the mutt here, aren't you?"

Izaya collected himself quietly before snickering. "No, not at all. I said I didn't come for Shizu-chan since I have no need for him anyway." This sends a wave of question towards Kitsune. Although Shizuo feels slightly offended for what drew free from the raven's mouth.

"Then what is it?"

"You can have me right now, Shizu-chan can stay but not watch."

Shizuo felt the blood in him stop circulating and lost color bit by bit. This disgusted his stomach to the point he tried to fight back bile rising into his throat. What was this louse thinking? It's not right!

"Sounds like a tempting offer and I do love twisting peoples lives." Kitsune mused out. "But that's not going to be enough."

"Oh? And why is it not?" The raven asked in an unamused voice that clearly gave away his annoyance.

"You see, it's a nice offer. But the changes I'll make are" his snicker widens.

"that he stays and watches his little prize writhing beneath me." Suddenly spiders dug straight through his rough skin and sent shivers crawling straight down his spine. He couldn't see it, but Izaya had flashed a little surprise in his eyes.

"I wouldn't want to agree with those terms." Izaya said in protest, eyeing him with those gorgeous eyes. But Kitsune didn't find his eyes spelling a cool demeanor.

"Unfortunately, that's too bad. Seeing how I'm in charge and can do whatever I want to my prize."

Izaya was snickering but deep down he was holding his breath in absolute disgust. The man steadied himself right before the raven and slightly towering over him like a shadow. "You bend to my rules and the mutt over there will have to watch his cake go to waste."

A rough hard hand firmly grasped onto his sleeve and ripped it down exposing his longsleeve underneath and a little skin of his shoulder skidding up to his neck. He stayed right where he was and still looked unamused while Kitsune drank in his hidden emotions. Kitsune drawing his head forward, he stopped an inch or two away from Izaya's ear, or rather, dangerously close.

"He gets to watch you mewl and cry out." Kitsune said aloud even though he was hovering over the raven's ear. His breath being blockaded by the mask as sheer protection for his identity and his emotions.

His other hand drove onto the raven's perfect and smooth yet cold as ice face slowly, and trailed his fingers down in a seductive way making Izaya shudder silently. "After all," The hand rested upon his chin and snatched it upward forcing those russet eyes to make contact with his hidden features.

"You are our broken toy, right?"

Faster than a blink a knife was pressed onto Kitsune's throat and he never had time to react. "If you seek to repair me, then you're doing a horrible job at it." Izaya hissed under a chuckle. If he had been more careless then he might as well have broken character and that is something he could not allow. Izaya never broke character nor ever had to, but some thing about this man and where he was briefly screamed at him to destroy the disgusting pile of filth before him. 'Great, now I'm becoming more like Shizu-chan..."

The silver glistened on the blade under the shade of the mask and dug itself deeper. "But you are a toy-my toy at that." Kitsune continued and drew even more closer despite the weapon ready to slit his throat open. Kitsune's hand that was tugging on the raven's jacket fled and grabbed a hold of Izaya's wrist that held the weapon.

"Don't play dirty now."

His other hand slithered under his clothing and raised his shirt exposing pale skin from his waist gasping for air. It traveled upward more until it settled upon his chest nearing a nipple ready to be pinched. Shizuo was practically foaming with fury. "I wonder how you're going to take being fucked up again but this time in front of little Shizu-chan you call over there~"

Izaya flinched softly and recoiled away from the touch but his wrist was still captured. Izaya felt a brute force push him down onto the ground. "I said no playing dirty Orihara."

This man. This monster hovered over him like a wild animal finally capturing its prey and preparing to devour it. Izaya didn't let his facade waver but his eyes looked slightly puzzled. "You think I don't know that you're planning something?"

"We all know fully well that you can escape at any moment, but alas, you choose to stay and torture yourself?" Izaya only grinned that cheshire smile of a cat's. As if the man in the mask could read his mind, he knew what he thought.

"You're planning to rile Heiwajima over so you can escape, aren't you?"

His facade slipped. "Like I said, I'm here to settle the score."

His smile slipped off of his features as Kitsune's large hand collided into his neck, capturing him in a struggle to breath. He was slightly choking him.

"The score isn't going to settle until we. Fuck. You. To. Pieces."

Smile.

"And you cry out and beg for mercy."

Seeing this turned him into a raging volcano. Unable to hold back the slightest emotion he couldn't see any color but red. He couldn't feel any emotion but the hunger for demolition from his raging fury. He couldn't hear anything but his heaving roars. Charging madly, Shizuo hurled himself straight at Kitsune slamming his fast straight into his face and instantly shattering the mask into pieces, them both soaring to the side and leaving a surprised raven on the floor collecting himself.

"YOU FUCKING COCKSUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!" His roar rumbled the whole place and threatened to shatter anyone's bravery.

"YOU WILL NEVER HARM HIM AFTER I BASH YOUR FUCKING SKULL INBETWEEN MY FINGERS!"

Fist after fist, they slammed repeatedly onto the man below him seeing nothing but red stain his knuckles. They bat and bat and slammed and slammed onto the battered man under him. He couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. This angered him to no end and he couldn't understand why his lava boiling anger never subsided but instead erupting. He was the blazing sun that he was meant to be.

Him threatening Izaya. Him dangerously close to Izaya. Him taking advantage over Izaya. Him going to rape Izaya over and over and over from time and time again.

But if he carries on. He'll be a monster that Izaya has tried numerous times to become.

"Shizu-chan."

His body froze entirely as his fists came onto a screeching halt.

That was it; he was frozen forever and it took years for him to act. Very slowly he turned around meeting the raven's gaze. He was expecting the man to have a dastardly evil grin he had always had on but instead he looked at back with an unreadable emotion.

Didn't he want Shizuo to become a murderer? To finally evolve into the monster that was hidden behind human skin? He did. But his mind warned him to stop Shizuo.

"He's not worth it."

Even though the angry growls and voices were prowling in the depths of his head, Izaya's voice smooth as a purr silenced it all. It didn't take long for Shizuo to realize who he thought was under him was unrecognizable.

"Tch, it's not even the damn guy I thought he was." The curse rolling off of his tongue. It wasn't the notorious man he had speculated to be. It was a man in his middle ages with a little tan and a gold tooth, though his eyes weren't able to be seen from how bruised and plumbed his face was; they just assumed it was a dark color.

"The bastard must have traded his clothes onto this guy to make him look and smell like him."

Shizuo stepped off of the dirt bag before slightly slamming his foot into the man's side earning a cough of agony and approached Izaya with a hard face.

"Well hello to you too~" Izaya said with a grin standing before the hard boiled man looming over him. Though, his eyes never spoke an emotion. If so, Izaya couldn't read a single sentence from them. Instead, Shizuo snatched his wrist and tugged him hard enough to hurl his feet to move.

"Don't be so rough." Izaya pouted but the brute tugged harder and they moved faster until they found their own exit. The outside seemed completely different than he realized-in fact, it wasn't even in the outskirts. It was in a warehouse right next to public neighborhoods, but under construction which was keeping it hidden; behind private walls. Judging by the crisp air and warm humid feeling his skin absorbed they were still in Ikebukuro.

Shizuo didn't speak-didn't usher a single word.

"I'm guessing Shizu-chan got caught in their shenanigan"

"Shizu-chan must've been injected with some paralyzer. Even with that, Shizu-chan made it out fine and can walk."

"Shizu-chan really is a monster!"

On their way they took a short cut way through an alley ignoring the rats scrambling and the garbage laying dead. "I wonder where that girl went, after all, Shizu-chan did leave her alone in the rain-"

Izaya felt his arm grow tense from the grip the beast had upon it and the next thing he knew he was flung onto a wall in the alley, pinned.

"Shut. Up." He heard Shizuo growl, eyes replaced with one's of an animal. "Don't get uspet with me, we made it out, did we not?"

"But you put yourself in danger- their fucking arms, Izaya!" The plaster of anger rested on his features and it steamed out contagiously like steam. Izaya licked his lips softly before locking himself into those mocha eyes that were on fire. "And if I didn't, who knows what they could've done to you."

"Who cares about me!? I'll be fine because of my durability! You damn well know that they wanted you and they used me to fucking do it!"

"Well isn't that peachy?"

Shizuo was just forcing his anger out while Izaya humbly absorbed it with a cool demeanor like ice. Though, his eyes were slits. Dangerous slits. The blond's grip upon Izaya's arm never trembled and glued there like it was frozen. It tensed from his anger fuming. "If something happened to you it wouldn't just let me down-I'd let Shinra down!"

"And my life is completely worthless compared to a promise from another friend? Well you're right my fellow Shizu-chan~"

That gaze of acceptance hit him harder than a rock or truck could ever.

"You're not useless! I care!"

Caring. A beast. That's something a fairytale would only offer. "Caring? For little old me? That's fairly kind but rich! It would be best if you'd run along and go find that girl you left now." He said.

"I'm not leaving you to go find her. It's obvious she's gone." His eyes swelled on a path of honesty, never even sliding or flinching away from those russet orbs. "I'm not going to leave you alone."

Suddenly butterflies shook his insides because he was sure a rose had blossomed within him. What was this? This feeling? The man before him stood in honesty and bravery despite the city screaming danger. Finally the clouds diverged letting the moon's light rip through and kiss the city's darkness away. The light reflected off of Shizuo's skin brighter than the moon itself and brightened a side that was never seen by anyone other than possibly his little brother. Those eyes screamed apologetic. Izaya was hidden in the darkness completely, though, the moon was trying to catch him in its undying light.

"...I won't leave you."

That rose blossomed taller and greater never letting its petals grow weak or fall. Shizuo was that undying sun feeding it.

Inches apart the beast drew closer, destroying the space in between them and filling it with his presence.

That's right...

Closer, his face drew.

How could I have forgotten?

He's the sun. My sun, Shinra puts it...

Izaya didn't hesitate from the sudden welcome. He braced himself mentally with open arms and let it continue. Their lips brushed softly together.

And I'm...

Ignoring all flaws and denies in him, Izaya welcomed those lips pressing onto his with such kindness and care. He felt strong broad arms enrapture him into a hold and continue to press on into the intimate mouth play.

And I'm his moon.

The kiss remained still until the rough voice of wanting more pushed them into wild passion sending them wrestling with tongues. That broad hand trailed down his front to his waist. They didn't want to, but they had to. Breaking off of the kiss they inhaled deep breaths of air until their eyes settled once again. Lust filled their senses. They knew what was going to happen next.