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Chapter 4

Shizuo´s POV

"So you did come back, huh?" Was the question that received me when I arrived to the cave the next day.

I tried to readjust my eyes to the darkness so I could recognize the figure of the siren in the water before answering.

"I said I would, didn´t I?" I responded back after a few seconds, my sight finally able to distinguish the white blur of Izaya´s body from the rest of the water. I slowly made my way to him, being careful not to fall inside the pond in the process.

"I thought it was common sense to never trust what a human says…" The answer made me stop mid-step, my mind trying to decipher what kind of tone was that and what it meant.

"Wha-Don't you have that backwards?" I asked, a chuckle escaping my lips at the absurdity of that. "It´s a siren the one you should never trust" My eyes were finally able to make out the guy´s expression.

His eyes, once more, were a little bit duller than last time, his whole face showing a bored and uninterested expression while resting his head on his arms at the shore. He looked like that for a few seconds before he scoffed a laugh, like if what I just said was completely idiotic.

"Now, why would you think that way, huh?"

I took a sit on the flat rock near the edge of the pond, motioning for the other to come out so I could check the bandage, like I said I would. He went underwater (To hydrate himself, I assume) before jumping out and sitting in front of me, his back now facing me.

"Oh, I don´t know" I continued the conversation, my hands taking off the bandage so I could check on the wound development. "Because they are tricky and deceptive? They will try to drown you when they get the chance?"

I didn´t need to see his face (He was facing the other way anyways) to know that he was silently laughing at my comment, his frame shaking up and down giving him away. It made my task just slightly more difficult, but I could still verify that the wound was finally on its way to properly healing.

"I could say the same right back at you about humans, couldn´t I?" He said, looking over his shoulder at me right when I turned to pull out some more ointment and a new clean bandage from my rucksack. "Well, except the part about drowning us…" He continued, directing his gaze at the ceiling as if entertaining the idea of a drowning siren. "And if that were true about us, you would be dead since yesterday" He concluded, directing his eyes on me and narrowing them with a sadistic smile.

It was my turn to laugh again. Is not every day that someone threatens me after knowing about my strength, they were never that stupid.

"Right, as if you didn't try that the first time AND yesterday as well" I retorted, sending his way that toothy grin I was so famous for back at the base. In any other context, it would serve as a warning to stop whatever the fuck was going on and scram, but today… It just lacked the threat. "I´m still alive, though" I concluded offhandedly, returning to the injury.

I quickly applied some more ointment on the wound before putting the new bandage in place. Izaya was silent after the last exchange, so I finished without stopping anymore. When I was done I gave the bandage a small pat, making the other notice that I was done.

The siren quickly jumped back to the water, splashing some on my face in the process, before resurfacing and checking the bandage. He started to probe the area were the wound should be. I assumed he must be testing it to see if what I was doing was really helping or not.

"Not even a thank you, huh? Discourteous little prick…" I mentally commented, running a palm over my face to get rid of the water that had splashed me.

When I opened my eyes again, Izaya was watching me with a serious expression, but his eyes didn´t look as sure as the rest of his face.

He looked confused.

"What?" I quacked, confused as well. "Too tight?" That was the only conclusion my mind could come up with to justify such a reaction from the other.

He kept his half glare on me before diverting his eyes and huffing, as if resigned. He mumbled something, but it was so low that I couldn´t make it out.

"What are you, a flea?" I asked, getting annoyed by the behavior of the raven. "Louder" I commanded, putting away all the tools I had used on Izaya, ready for whatever the other was going to complain about.

His face snapped my way once more, offended by the comment I made. "Eh… That´s a good face" I noticed, making the mental note to use that nickname again if I got the chance.

"I said," he answered, his tone now clear and slightly annoyed. "That humans are not supposed to be like this" He finished.

I let the words and their meaning sink in for a minute before answering.

"What do you know about humans?" I asked, surprisingly calm. The reason why could be that Izaya looked like a wounded animal (Well, he actually WAS like a wounded animal), ready to slash at the slightest provocation.

His face though, despite my best intentions, turned more severe.

"You're wrong if you think that I don´t know your kin" He said, his tone as venomous as it was during our first encounter. My eyes widened just a bit at that, not expecting my words to have the opposite effect. "You make excuses to hunt us down when you are the ones who should be labeled as liars and tricksters" He spat while his hand ghostly patted the wound on his side.

I caught the movement and my mind quickly ran back to the bodies of those soldiers that we found weeks ago. The signs of something thrashing along the path of shoeprints… And the scratches all over their arms and chests…

"Could it be…That Izaya didn´t actually murdered them on cold blood, but killed them to defend his life…?" The thought ran through my mind when the pieces started to fall together. If that was true… But wait… Did he say hunt? What was he talking about? Humans avoid sirens, why would we hunt them down…?

I shook my head, trying to slow down the speed of my thoughts before they got out of hand. Why should I believe whatever this creature says anyways? I have been warned more than enough about the way they trick people with their words and bodies. It should be expected that whatever that comes out from that mouth is as good as a lie, no matter how tear-jerking.

Wait, no… I have never actually seen a siren doing anything of the sort to believe that… But is not like I can believe whatever Izaya says either…

I groaned closing my eyes, my thoughts getting too damned confusing and frustrating. I concluded that I had to reach to my own conclusion by my own means before I took a stance on this matter. That decision didn´t make my internal battle any less complicated.

My right eye twitched and I suddenly itched for a smoke, but this wasn´t the more ventilated place to have one, so I conformed myself with scratching the back of my head to vent some frustration. I remained like that before a small laugh brought me back to the cave.

"What? Did your pea-sized brain just shut down?" Izaya sounded like he was having fun by watching the parade of emotions run over my body.

I glared at him, not very happy with the comparison.

"Look, "I spat with frustration. "I don´t know about you, but I have heard enough shit about y'all to not trust one of your kind in my life" I said, noticing how the other's mocking smile dropped from his face to be replaced by that severe glare again. "And you haven´t really given me any reasons to think differently" I reasoned. "But, if there´s something I have learned is to never judge something without knowing it well" I said firmly, looking right at his eyes with no hesitation, trying to calm him down.

His eyes wavered for just a second there, he faced the other way.

"The worst type of humans out there have sincere eyes like yours…" he whispered again, but this time I was able to catch it.

His words stung me, not because I was hurt that he thought badly of me, but because it made me wonder what kind of experience could have made him think like that...

It made me want to change his impression about humans.

"As I said, you can believe whatever you want" I was finally able to answer back. "I have already decided that I will treat you as you show me you deserve to be treated" My mind was set. "The rest is up to you" I crossed my arms over my chest.

He looked at my eyes intently, looking for any trace of doubt. The severity left his face slowly before he put on a disbelieving smile.

"Such a fool, that trusting attitude will get you killed one day" He said, closing his eyes, shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders. Still, the smile didn´t left his face. "Alright! So let's start all over again!" He exclaimed with the enthusiasm of a child when given a new toy. "Orihara Izaya, siren" He said, putting his trademark smirk this time.

I sighed with the sudden change of attitude from the other, but smiled when I felt the tension finally left the atmosphere. "Heiwajima Shizuo, human" I said, extending a hand in his direction.

He looked at my hand with a raised brow in confusion, not knowing what I was expecting of him. I rolled my eyes.

"This is a handshake, you're supposed to grab my hand" I explained as simple as I possibly could.

Still looking unsure, he grabbed my hand awkwardly. I firmly grasped his and gave it a small shake. He watched the exchange with curious eyes and I found that most of his reactions were like a child´s. They were quite cute.

"Okay, that´s the second time I think that" I wanted to slap myself for that, and make it double for keeping the count.

I released the hand of Izaya before getting up and dusting myself off, preparing to leave and continue my patrol for the day. However, when I picked up my rucksack, one of the crab cakes I had inside rolled off and fell into the water with a splat.

I was about to just pick it up again but stopped when I saw Izaya getting near the food and poking it with one of his nails.

"What-What is that?" He asked with a frown.

"Huh? It´s a crab cake" I responded right away. "Food" I added for good measure.

The siren definitely recognized the word because his eyes immediately shined with a ravenous glint and in a quick motion shoved the entire cake into his mouth, munching like his life depended on it. I heard a gasp before his eyes returned to me.

"I-It´s good!" He exclaimed with an amazed expression. "Do you have more?"

The sincerity on his face took me by surprise. I just nodded and took out the rest of the package, which contained another two crab patties. The raven jumped out of the water to snatch them out of my hands before devouring them again. His cheeks took on a pink blush while he was breathing them in.

The whole display made me wonder if the guy was starving himself… "Thinking back now… What does he eat here? Is this pond even connected to the sea?" I wondered. The thought of the siren not having anything to eat since coming here made a lump in my throat.

"O-oi," I called, making him turn my way, his cheeks still round with mouthfuls. "I can bring you some more tomorrow, if you want" I offered.

He swallowed the food and looked at me with eyes wide open, suddenly looking as if I was offering him the keys of heaven.

"Would you really do that?" He asked, disbelief evident in his voice.

I just nodded.

"Thanks, Shizu-chan!" He exclaimed, eyes narrowing because the smile he threw at me was so wide and so sincere that occupied almost all of his face.

And I felt the need to slap myself for the third time that day.

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I found myself walking around the night market later that day.

When I arrived back to the base after my patrol (Ready to take a nap, mind you), I was informed that we were running out of supplies and that I was nominated by my dear friends to go pick up everything that was needed.

It comes without saying that some chairs were thrown at Kadota and my other so called dear friends before I agreed to do anything. I hated to go shopping anyways. Luckily, one of my juniors, Vorona, volunteered herself to help me.

So here I was, walking around the night stalls of Sagena, trying to complete the unbelievably long list of supplies before it was time to close the market for the day. At least Vorona was silent and only spoke when necessary. She was the one doing most of the deals with the merchants because when they caught a glance at my face, they would try to make a run for it. Seriously, I was getting more pissed off by the second.

"We have almost everything that has been required, I can handle the rest of this request by my own, senior Shizuo" she spoke suddenly, most likely catching on my mood.

She has always been like that. Even when we were just upcoming students at the militia academy, she would notice my temper just before it snapped and would try to stop me from getting any angrier. I think that if it weren´t for her, I would have been kicked out from the academy a long time ago.

She was one of those persons I could be with without getting pissed so much.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Affirmative" she quickly responded. "Besides, you already are carrying too much. Any more would be impossible to fit through the base door" he concluded, signaling to the mountain of stuff that I was carrying around on one arm.

"Eh…? So much already?" I haven´t even noticed.

"Alright, thanks for that" I agreed, relieved that I didn´t need to deal with any more scared merchants for the day.

"No need to thank me" she continued while I was turning around to leave. "It is what I want to do" she added, a little more quiet than usual.

I turned my head with a raised brow to look at her, but she was already heading the other way with the list of supplies in front of her face. I just shrugged it off and continued the walk back.

Even though it was so late already, the market was still full of life. Most of them being elderly people, merchants selling their goods and couples taking strolls around the food and games stalls. The younger ones long gone to bed by the looks of it.

While watching the night life detachedly, one of the stalls caught my attention. I deviated myself a little to take a good look at the stall.

It was a traditional oriental food stand. There were rice balls with different fillings, some sweet and other salty. There were also balls of fried octopus covered in sauce and some boxes filled with different cuts of fish rolled with rice and seaweed. I picked a set of rice balls and my mind quickly wondered if Izaya has ever tasted some of these…

And my mind came to a sudden stop.

"Did I just really thought…?" My mental rant was halted before it could even begin by the seller of the food.

"Oho! Young gentleman, would you like to try some of these exotic oriental delicacies?" He asked, eyeing me up and down.

I snapped back to reality and turned to the man. Then back to the box of rice balls before putting it back to the whole display before turning to continue my path.

"Aww, come on! Don´t be like that!" the man exclaimed before putting himself in front of me. "How about I offer you a deal?" He said, and before I could brush him off my way he continued. "You purchase two of whichever packs you want, and I give you a free pack of Pocky!"

I raised a brow at that.

"What the hell is a pocky?"

"Oh, they are a type of sweet very popular at the other side of the world! And you can play a very interesting game with them!" the man suddenly lowered his voice, making me get closer to him so I could hear him. "First, you need someone else to play the game with" He announced, his voice getting only lower. "Then, you put one of the ends of the pocky on your mouth and the other end goes into the other person´s" I gulped at that. "And you start biting on the stick, making it smaller and smaller until…" My face was red with the imminent conclusion my mind has reached. "You kiss!"

I jumped at that, since the man had decided to yell the last part on my ear. I glared at him but once more was interrupted before voicing my annoyance.

"Or the person who breaks the pocky first loses, whichever comes first" He concluded, shrugging. "So… What do you say? Wanna try that with your girlfriend?" He jabbed at my ribs, raising both of his brows in a suggestive gesture.

I found no excuse to stop my disgust from being voiced, making some of the neighboring stands to close their business in fear that I decided to yell at them as well.

But I still arrived back to my room with a bag of rice balls, a wooden box of sushi rolls and a suspicious looking bag of bread sticks coated in a thin layer of chocolate.

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OtPr: Oh my goodness! I know that this is not the longest chapter so far, but it is certainly my favorite! (So far x3) I want to know what you think of this story. How do you feel about these Izaya and Shizuo? Is Izaya too random? And! Any idea that you may have for the story. I have all of this planned out, but that doesn´t mean I cannot include some of your ideas on it ;3. Once more, I love you all my awesome readers and hope you enjoyed this chappy as much as I did. Hope to read your fabulous reviews soon!