Izaya skipped merrily towards the library, swinging his bag back and forth as he went. It had been about a month since that faithful day when he had unknowingly—yes, unknowingly; he was still new then and hadn't known who to mess with—sat in a very violent blonde's chair. It had been a month since he and his beloved Shizu-chan had become renowned campus enemies.
And it had been a month since Izaya had been utterly bored out of his mind.
Yes, Izaya thought, smiling jovially, Shizu-chan was very entertaining. Izaya loved him. He regarded Shizuo almost as a toy, a plaything, someone that was made solely for Izaya's amusement. And amuse Izaya he did, in more ways than one.
First off, Izaya had come to the conclusion during their third—chase? Fight? Izaya didn't know what to call whatever they did, to be honest—thing that Shizuo was a closeted homosexual. Or a closeted bisexual. Maybe pansexual, if the brute even knew what that was.
Either way, Izaya was pretty sure that Shizuo was attracted to men. He thought this because, during that third whatever, when Shizuo had unfortunately backed him into an ally and slammed him into the wall, Izaya had offered him a smirk and a sly, "Mmmm, alright Shizu-chan, if you really want to fuck me against the wall, I can't say I'd be totally adverse to the idea—"
And what had Shizuo done? Shizuo had turned bright red, immediately released Izaya ("You fucking FLEA, that is NOT what I was doing!"), and high-tailed it the fuck out of there. Izaya had stood there in slight shock for about thirty seconds before bursting into mirthful laughter. This is great, He had thought, stuffing his hands in his pockets and grinning after Shizuo's retreating form. Now I know what really bothers him.
So, ever since then, Izaya had been sure to include as much innuendo and dirty humor as possible in his conversations with Shizuo. Izaya could tell that this was getting on Shizuo's nerves—and, to a lesser degree, his hormones—but that just made him want to do it all the more.
Ah, how he loved playing with sexually frustrated people! They were simply the most entertaining type of humans imaginable. And Izaya did a pretty good job of riling them up, if he did say so himself. He had always been told he could be a model, after all.
Humming a little, Izaya continued towards the library, looking forward to his soon-to-be encounter with Shizu-chan. Yes, Izaya had basically memorized Shizuo's entire schedule, and it was truly a testament to how utterly stupid Shizuo was that he hadn't bothered to change any of his daily activities in order to avoid Izaya, such as the times he went to the library. Or he secretly liked Izaya's company. Either one was okay with Izaya as long as he got to see Shizuo at least once a day.
He finally approached the library building—a very modern place, entirely made out of glass—and stepped towards the stairs, taking them two at a time. He sang a breathy, "Shizu-chan, Shizu-chaan~" under his breath the entire time, reaching the door and pulling it open.
Izaya strode inside, taking his cellphone out and muting it before beginning his search for Shizuo. One thing Shizuo did do that Izaya had to give him credit for was switching up where he sat every time he went here. You would never find him in the same chair, even if he was in the same building.
Izaya found it kind of ironic, considering he had first met Shizuo because he had accidentally sat in the chair Shizuo always sat in. Now he didn't even sit in the same area two days in a row.
Continuing his walk through the library, Izaya decided that he should probably check the study rooms first. Izaya and Shizuo unfortunately shared just one class together, and that one class happened to be History. It also happened to have a test scheduled for the very next day.
Now, Izaya wasn't worried about this test at all. History was his best subject, because he simply loved learning about all the things humans had done and why they had done them. It was fun to him. So, he had decided to take the night before the test off and go harass Shizuo as he tried to study.
Because Izaya knew that Shizu-chan was definitely not as good at History as he was. And oh, how he loved to mock him for it.
Finally reaching the study rooms, Izaya's face split into a wide grin as he saw the familiar bleached-blonde hair of his lovely plaything. Feeling his mood improving just by looking at Shizuo, Izaya skipped forwards and pulled at the glass door, thanking his stars that not only was Shizuo here, but he was also alone.
"Shiiiizu-chan~!" He called loudly, walking over to where Shizuo sat and plopping down in the chair next to him. "How are you?"
Shizuo, who had jumped about a mile in the air when Izaya entered, now looked as if he was trying extremely hard to not jump up and strangle the raven right then. Izaya knew it was probably because they were in someplace so public, and for that he was both disappointed and grateful.
"Izaya-kun, get the fuck out of here," Shizuo said instead, his voice filled with barely controlled rage. It seemed even the sight of Izaya set him off, which made Izaya himself absolutely gleeful.
"I'd fuck you out of here," Izaya purred in reply, leaning close and batting his eyelashes for affect. Predictably, Shizuo's face blossomed into a blush and he jerked backwards as far from Izaya as he could go.
Laughing, Izaya leaned back against the desk and threw his trademark smirk at Shizuo.
"So, whatcha studying?" Izaya asked, beginning to rifle through the many books and papers spread out over Shizuo's desk.
"None of your business," Shizuo growled, catching Izaya's wrist and violently jerking it away from his papers. Izaya let out a hiss of pain and held his wrist close, glaring at Shizuo.
"That wasn't very nice, Shizu-chan," He said indignantly, cradling his hand. "I was only curious."
"I don't care," Shizuo replied, slowly sulking back to his seat and swatting Izaya away. As if he was a fly.
This did not bode well with Izaya. So, he decided to turn up his annoyance factor just a little bit.
"Shhhhiiizu-chaaaan," He whined, using the voice he had come to know that Shizuo absolutely loathed. Predictably, Shizuo's eyes twitched, and his grip on the desk tightened.
"What, flea?" He growled, not even bothering to look in Izaya's direction. Izaya thought that that was probably because if he so much as glanced that way, he wouldn't be able to control his temper. Delightful, wasn't it?
"I'm bored," Izaya replied, heaving an exasperated sigh and resting his chin on Shizuo's hand. Shizuo cringed and jerked his hand away. Izaya realized, too late, that Shizuo's hand was shaking with anger. Maybe he had found another thing that pissed Shizuo off—boredom.
A moment later, when Izaya's back was stinging from the impact of crashing into and breaking a glass window, he knew that his assumption had been correct.
Oops. He hadn't planned to be thrown anywhere today.
Apparently, however, this plan had not been one-sided. The moment Izaya's body had connected with the window, Shizuo had shouted, "Oh fuck!" and rushed forwards to assess the damage. Izaya was too dazed and half-conscious to remember much else, but he could vaguely recall a lot of shouting, scolding, and overall panic.
He distantly thought that it was too bad he was about to black out. He loved seeing panic.
And then everything went dark.
.
Izaya woke up three hours later in the nurse's office. Everything felt kind of stuffy, and his body felt like it was burning. Izaya did a quick once-over of his health condition and came to the conclusion that:
1. No permanent damage had been done.
2. The burning sensations were probably from the scratches he had gotten from the falling glass. He wondered if he was bleeding.
And 3. There was someone touching his arm.
Jerking his head to the right, Izaya blinked in surprise as he was met with a pair of sunglasses and bleach blonde hair. His surprise didn't last long, however, before his face was back into it's trademark smirk. It was slightly more bitter this time, though.
"Aww, Shizu-chan, so nice of you to come here," Izaya said dryly, looking pointedly at the hand that was wrapped around his wrist. Shizuo blinked, seemingly just now realizing that he was awake, and released his arm.
"Shut up," Shizuo muttered, his eyes glittering with hatred. At least, that's what it looked like to Izaya. "I'm not here because I want to be. I was—"
"Given a new partner."
Both Shizuo and Izaya looked up at the interrupting voice. The Headmistress of the school had entered, smiling grimly.
"Hello, Orihara-kun. Heiwajima-kun," She acknowledged, inclining her head slightly. Izaya and Shizuo did the same, Shizuo ashamedly, and Izaya bemusedly.
"Good evening, Akiyama-sensei," Izaya said politely, flashing a smile too friendly to be real. Akiyama knew this too, but ignored it.
"Good evening. Are you well?"
Izaya nodded. "Better."
"Good."
Akiyama crossed the room and stood at the edge of Izaya's bed, smiling at the both of them. For some reason, Izaya felt a sense of foreboding. Maybe because Shizuo wasn't looking at either of them.
"As Heiwajima-kun was undoubtedly about to tell you… Yes, he is not here of his own free will. We're sorry to say," She added, throwing a sharp look at Shizuo. Shizuo squirmed uncomfortably. Izaya decided right then that he quite liked Akiyama-sensei.
Focusing back on Izaya, Akiyama continued, "It should come as no surprise that Heiwajima-kun has quite the record of on-campus fighting. Ever since you came here, Orihara-kun, this fighting has increased."
Izaya grinned and felt a burst of pride, mentally patting himself on the back. Well done.
"We told him about a week ago that if he got into another fight—it didn't matter with whom—that he would be expelled."
Izaya's grin slipped from his face like a bare foot on ice. What?! He couldn't have Shizuo expelled. Shizuo was his only form of entertainment nowadays! What would he do without him?
His worry must have shown on his face, because Akiyama looked mildly miffed. "No need to look so aghast, Orihara-kun," She said bemusedly. Izaya quickly wiped his face clean of emotion. That was a bad slip there; better not do it again.
"We've given Heiwajima-kun a choice, and we'll do the same to you, since you are undeniably part of this whole problem," Akiyama continued, her eyes sharp behind her glasses. Izaya was intrigued. He loved deals, but what sort of deals could the Headmistress possibly offer him?
He listened intently to Akiyama-sensei's next words.
"This is your choice: You two are to become 'college buddies'—or, you are not to leave the other's side during meals, classes, free time, etcetera, until you have resolved all negative energy between you. You are not to lay a hand on each other in violence during this time. You will get along and you will do so willingly." Here she paused and smiled. "Or you will be expelled."
She crossed over and laid a hand on Shizuo's shoulder. Shizuo looked beyond trapped and embarrassed. "Heiwajima-kun has already made his choice. He says he is willing to try this partnership with you, in order to escape expulsion." She nudged Shizuo slightly, who looked up and glared at Izaya for a moment before muttering, "Yeah, I did."
Akiyama smiled. "See? Your agreement is all we need to put this in place, Orihara-kun. Are you up for it?"
Before Akiyama had even finished her sentence, Izaya was nodded, excitement glittering in his eyes. This was quite possibly the best thing he could have been offered. It wasn't even a deal; it was more like a present to him!
Shooting a grin at Shizuo, Izaya bowed gracefully (he wasn't sure how he had managed graceful when he was sitting on a hospital bed) to Akiyama and said, "Oh, I think I can do that. I'd rather not get expelled, either."
A/N: Cool! I got reviews. I got 2, to be exact. I think 2 is a nice number. So, I'll announce it right now: When I get 2 reviews/follows/favorites (not two of each, two IN ALL), I update! I'm sorry if this seems like a lot to ask for, but...I need to know that people are actually reading the story, you know? Otherwise there's no point in updating. So yeah, if you like this story, please review or follow it! That'll make me update. :D I so love writing this relationship... I can't wait to write them living together. :) I also have this personal headcanon that Shizuo is a lot quieter around authority figures that he actually respects, so that'll probably show up a lot here, as it just did with Akiyama-sensei! ^^
Thanks for reading!