Early meeting

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Izaya's sisters seemed normal, he watched them from the corner of his eye, as they crossed the road. The quieter one Kururi was walking slowly, Mairu the louder of the two was skipping along. Both seemed to be watching him. They were definitely the flea's sisters, ignoring the gazes on his back, he opened the door for them, waiting for the pair to step inside. Leading them to the table, he wondered what he should say to his work mates. As it turned out he didn't need to say anything.

Karisawa's squeal drew the attention of everyone in the restaurant. "So cute, I love your hoodies." The blond sighed glad that Kadota and Walker were restraining her. "These are Izaya's sisters." Sitting back down in front of his cake, he made room for the pair, handing them a menu. "Here. Order anything you want."

He blinked in confusion as the menu was snatched away, by none other than his fiancé. He didn't look happy, his eyes cold as he looked down at his sisters. "What are you two doing here?" For a brief second those crimson eyes flicked to him, warming slightly. "We came to see Shizuo-San. He offered to buy us lunch."

"No you're not, our parents will pick you up." Shizuo wanted to open his mouth, but he had a feeling he should stay out of it, it was Izaya's family. "We want to stay with, Shizuo-San." And now they were drawing attention, hushed whispers filling the room. "It should be okay, right?" Whether or not Izaya could tell he was uncomfortable with the attention, the flea sighed. "Move over." The rest of the group could tell, their boss wanted to sit next to him, quickly shuffling over to make room for him. Now he had an Orihara on both sides. "Cake again? Shizu-chan."

"So what are your names?" He noticed immediately as Karisawa spoke, Kida and Kadota froze, looking down at their food. The otaku obviously didn't notice the way Mr god complex was glaring at her. "I'm Mairu and this is Kururi." His crazy colleague nodded and smiled. "Do you want to know how Shizu-Shizu and Iza-Iza got together?"

Kadota clamped a hand out over her mouth, but she had already started the conversation. "Tell us." He noticed Izaya tense up beside him. Why was he so uncomfortable? it was him that arranged him to meet his family. Had he changed his mind? "Shizuo, we're finished, so we'll go back first." He nodded gratefully as Kadota and Walker practically dragged the otaku out, Kida following behind. "Aw, no fair." He felt Izaya relax after looking at his phone. "Come on, Time to go." Unfortunately the girls clung to him, as they left the table, Shizuo adding the money in for the cake he didn't get to eat.

They dangled from his arms. He kept the pair hanging like monkeys, not realising he was using his strength. "Wow, you're really strong." Kururi nodded in agreement. Cursing inwardly he carried them from the door, seeing a black Mercedes pull up on the pavement outside. He found himself looking at a much older version of Izaya, the man's lips were set in a thin line. "Shizu-chan!" A slim hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling him back. Both girls let go of him, landing skilfully on the ground. "Go back and make me a coffee."

Shizuo blinked. So the flea didn't want to introduce them? Fine. Turning away, he walked back to the office, with mixed feelings, everyone making way for him. Surprisingly a familiar face was standing by the lift. "Hey man, sorry about before. I tried to keep her quiet." The blond shrugged, stepping into the lift as the doors opened, Kadota followed him in. Glancing up he looked straight into the camera, before ripping it down and crushing it in his hand. "Don't worry about it." He could tell Kadota was staring at the broken camera, trying to judge his mood.

"So those are Izaya's sisters." And there he went again, testing the waters, seeing what he could talk about. "Yeah." It wasn't long until the light around the button vanished, the door opening. "I'll make you a coffee." The good thing was that he didn't have to meet the flea's parents, the bad thing was the fact he didn't know why Izaya was acting weird about it. He had stayed when his sisters were there, then when his parents had showed up he couldn't get rid of him fast enough.

Kadota followed him into the kitchen, grabbing three cups, while he filled the kettle up. "I'll have another word with Karisawa." The first cup was filled to the top with milk, which was handed to him. Both of them leaned against the counter, waiting for the water to boil. "I don't think she did anything wrong this time. You saw how weird the flea was acting." He was hiding something. Why else would he react like that? Or maybe he was ashamed of him and having second thoughts? Shaking his head of bad thoughts, he took a gulp of his milk.

"I know, he seemed off. Usually he would be teasing you." So he wasn't the only one who had picked up on it either? "Are you having second thoughts?" The blond shook his head, he would find out why his fiancé was acting different. Wasn't their relationship built on trust after all? The kettle finished boiling, a click signalling it was done. Setting his cup down, he made the two coffees, leaving one on the side for Kadota, while he put the other on the flea's desk. "What are you going to do?" Honestly he didn't know, trust Izaya like he had been doing?

"Carry on as I am." He knew his work colleague disagreed, as always he voiced his opinion. "Isn't that running away?" What would he do without sensible Kadota? He couldn't give his answer, instead he watched through the glass as Izaya walked down the corridor.

The door opened, crimson eyes narrowing. "Dotachin, you should be at your desk." Within seconds the cup was drained and left on his desk, his workmate gone. "Shizu-chan, here. Since you didn't eat yours." Silently he took the box, seeing that it belonged to a bakery. Inside were two éclairs, smothered in cream.

"That's only because you didn't eat your lunch, if you can call it that. You really should cut down." He wondered if he should let the flea know, what he had just given him was a lot worse. Picking up the first one from the box, he took a bite savouring the mouthful. Running his finger through the cream, Shizuo scooped some up onto his finger, placing it in his mouth. So delicious. He would give up smoking for good, just for these. Taking another bite, he glanced up seeing Izaya watching him eat. "Carry on, you look like you're enjoying it."

Ignoring him, he went back to his sugary treat, forgetting why Izaya had been late back in the first place. Once he had finished the first, the blond picked up the second, only for the flea to appear in front of him, snatching his dessert away. "Oi, I thought you hated sweets."

"I do." He watched transfixed, as his lover ran his finger through the cream, bringing it teasingly to his lips. "But you love these." How dare he take away his food. Parting his lips, he moved them over the flea's cream filled finger, slowly sucking. Grabbing his wrist, he went deeper, lapping at the slim digit, looking up when he heard a gulp. "Damn, Shizu-chan." Seeing the familiar look in those crimson eyes he quickly released him, snatching his éclair back. Quick reflexes knocked it from his hand, Mr god complex catching it in his palm. "Give it back." The laughter in his ear made him shiver. "Make me."

Since he had become the flea's temporary P.A, there had been three things added to the office. The first was the lock on the door had been reinforced, the second was the curtain that covered the large window and lastly, black blinds had been placed at the top of the glass surrounding the door. All of it controlled by a remote the flea kept on his desk.

Taking up the challenge, he lunged at his flea, snatching it from his grip. A single movement and it was back in slim hands. He made another desperate grab, hearing the whirring of the curtain and blinds closing, the door automatically locking. "Got it." And Izaya had him, pinned underneath him as usual. He had been tricked. Again.

The treat was removed from his hand, a cream filled finger moving slowly along his bottom lip. Damn it, he knew exactly where this was going. Opening his mouth he took in The cream covered finger, giving the flea a show, hearing him let out a quiet groan. "You know what happens when you tempt me, Shizu-chan." In response he lifted his hips rolling them up into his lover. "Give it to me." Of course he was talking about the éclair. It seemed Izaya had other things in mind. He really hoped there was no CCTV in the office. Really hoped.

He forgot. The damn flea had distracted him like usual, using his simple mind against him. He forgot in the office, he forgot again once they reached home and now it was the next morning and he was fresh from sleep, he remembered. For once he agreed with the flea, he was a protozoan, distracted by sex. Every. Damn. Time. "Good morning, Shizu-chan." Once again instead of getting up, the damn flea had his arms around him. "Time to get up." Breaking away from those secure arms, he headed into the bathroom, cursing at the dulled pain in his lower back.

The ride to work was uncomfortable, for him anyway, his head resting against the window, angry at himself for being so weak to pleasure. In their entire relationship there was only one time he hadn't succumbed to Izaya. Their wedding arrangements. "You can work with your team today." He only nodded, staring out of the window.

"Morning." He could tell all of them were shocked to see him. He was supposed to be Izaya's P.A today. Meaning his fiancé wanted to avoid a certain line of questioning. Fine. Pulling out his chair he took a seat, switching his computer on. Shizuo looked up to find everyone staring at him. "Shizu-Shizu, is everything okay with Iza-Iza?" Kadota added his part. "Did you talk after yesterday lunch?" Shaking his head , he gave them a small smile. "Everything's fine, I finished everything yesterday." Not completely a lie. After...that, he managed to get his work done, including booking the interviews.

"The morning announcement is late." It was the first words Walker had spoken all morning. He hasn't realised and now that he knew, it bothered him. The announcement had always been on time. Just as he was deciding whether or not he should go up and check, the speakers crackled to life.

Good morning my lovely humans. Work hard and have a productive day. If you have any problems or issues that need sorting, please see your department manager, me or my P.A Shizu-chan.

Nope, he was the same as usual. He had been worrying for nothing. Feeling the sudden need for a cigarette, Shizuo got up leaving his desk. "I'm going for a smoke." On the way out if the doors, he reached into his pocket taking out a cigarette, fishing for his lighter, he took that out as well.

The packet fell from his hand, his own coffee eyes meeting a darker red than Izaya. He guessed it was the flea's father. Leaving him with two options. Go and see him, climb into the car and listen to what he had to say. Or pretend he didn't know him and carry on smoking.

He chose the latter standing by the wall, cigarette in between his fingers, looking up at the sky, it looked like it was going to be a nice day. "Excuse me, can I borrow a light?" Still holding in his palm, The blond handed it to the guy next to him, not bothering to see who it was.

"Shizuo Heiwajima, right?" And now he does look, finally putting a voice to the face of the flea's father, his future father in law. Shit. It wasn't his fault though, he was just standing there. "Yes." What else was he supposed to say? "I'm Shirou, you're engaged to my son." Keep calm, stay where he was, keep smoking. Don't be rude. Keep fucking calm. "I can't say I'm too happy about it." Well he hadn't expected to be rejected so quickly. "Oh, don't worry it's not because of you. You seem like a nice kid."

"What do you mean?" His curiosity out won his ability to stay quiet. "I mean, you're too good for Izaya." So he wasn't the only one with bastards for parents. The cigarette met its fate falling to the pavement in two halves, grounded into ash by his shoe. "Excuse me? You don't know me and you're saying I'm better than the flea? Aren't parents supposed to care about their kids? Aren't they supposed to be the most precious thing in the world?" Yes he was ranting and maybe he was including his parents in there as well.

Eyes the colour of dried blood widened. The older man's lips twitching into a smile. "Oh, don't get me wrong, I love my son and wish him the best, I'm worried that you're caught in the middle of one of his games. How well do you know him?"

"Well enough that I agreed to marry him." The older man tilted his head. "You've made how you feel clear enough. I only hope you don't regret your decision. It was nice to meet you, Shizuo Heiwajima." Unclenching his fists, he nodded, stunned anyone would be worried about him."see you next week." They both went their separate ways, Izaya's father going back to his car, the blond going back into the building. Just before he made it to the office, he was stopped by a small woman that worked in the purchasing department. Behind her was a metal trolley.

"Heiwajima-San, sorry to bother you." She looked terrified of him, her eyes widening. "There were some leftovers from one of the orders, do you or your team want any?" Her hands trembled as she held out a pile of exercise books. "Thanks." Taking the pile he gave her a small smile. "No problem." She gave him a shaky smile in return, hurrying away.

He watched as she practically ran down the corridor, trying to remember her name or even her department. Shaking his head he gave up, carrying the pile into the office. "Shizu-Shizu, you're back. What are they?" Karisawa pointed to the books. "Some woman handed them to me." The blond placed them on his desk, handing a few to the otaku, realising when it was too late, just what she might put in them. "You really should try and remember people's names." Shrugging he handed them out to the rest of the team.

Shizuo kept a few on his desk for himself. Taking the rest, he knocked twice on the door to his manager's office. "Tom, do you want any exercise books? They're going spare." The dread locked man nodded, taking them from him. "Thanks Shizuo."

As expected the crazy otaku was already scribbling away. Ignoring the image she was drawing, he sat at his desk, opening the first page, pen in hand. On second thoughts, flicking through the empty pages, Shizuo stopped two pages before the centre.

On one side of the page he wrote down, What I know about the flea. Underneath he listed what he knew.

His name is Izaya Orihara.

He's male

He's the same age as me.

He has black hair and crimson eyes.

He wears that awful fur trimmed jacket.

He's in a relationship with me.

He has two younger sisters, a mother and a father.

But that was basic information that everyone knew. Shaking his head, he put pen to paper once again.

He's addicted to sex. After the sentence he added. With me. After all he had no idea how many relationships, Izaya had been in before him.

He loves ootoro

He likes games

He owns his own company.

At some point he worked for Shiki.

That was pretty much it, everything he knew about his lover. Really it wasn't much, for the amount of time they had been together. With a sigh, he closed the book. Keeping them in his drawer. He thought back to the flea's words. I'll teach you. Liar.

At lunch as usual they all stood making their way from the building. "Shizu-chan!" Kadota gave him a look. "You want us to wait?" Shaking his head he watched the rest of his team leave, waiting for Izaya. "Let's eat lunch together."

"Russian Sushi?" The flea nodded, arms laced behind his back. "Shizu-chan knows me so well. Lets go." If only that were true. He hardly knew him at all. Keeping his thoughts to himself, the blond followed after the excited male.

"You don't like ootoro? Shizu-chan." He gave him a look, isn't that obvious? "It's a lot better than that cake you eat. All that sugar is going to rot your teeth." Picking up his plate, Shizuo tipped the contents on to the plate on front of Izaya. "You have it." Putting his plate to the side, he rested his head in his arms, closing his eyes. Why did everything have to change? Why couldn't it remain the same? "Thinking isn't your thing, protozoan." Lifting his head he glared at Izaya, who was happily eating his ootoro. "Kasuka will be back at the end of the week." He hid his smile, seeing the flea choke on his food. "Oh, is that so?"

"Hey flea, why did your father warn me about you?" Crimson eyes hardened, making him regret asking the question. "What? When?" Shizuo sat back up, folding his arms across his chest. "This morning. What did he mean?" Mr god complex shook his head. "You don't need to know." A growl erupted from his throat even as he stood, flipping the table, Izaya quickly took his plate away. "Hey, no fighting, fighting bad." Ignoring Simon, the blond glared at the flea. "Where are you going? Shizu-chan." Ignoring him, he stormed out, everyone quickly moving out of his way.

Straight away he lit up a cigarette, trying to calm down. As he brought it to his lips, his gaze fell to the silver band on his finger. It felt like a heavy weight at the moment and he wondered whether his so called fiancé knew what it symbolised.

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