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ஜ Chapter 12:Mindfuck ஜ

-Izaya´s point of view. The next day.-

That stupid brute.

Stupid, stupid, stupid brute.

Typing away almost violently on his computer desk´s keyboard he glared at the screen. Namie was sitting at her usual desk, watching the informant with one eyebrow raised in amusement.

"What are you so mad about?" she questioned as always not even hiding her grinning face.

"Want to get your pay cut half?" the raven asked almost instantly, not even bothering to look up from his computer to see how that stupid grin got wiped of Namie´s face.

"What? No!" the woman protested instantly, frowning now instead of smirking and turned back to her computer. Over the course of time she had spent here working she knew when to tease her shitty boss and when not.

Silence hovered over the scene again, but it felt thick and heavy. The raven was almost waiting for the woman to dare and say another thing, just so he could lash out at her with a reason.

Why he was so mad? Oh, just because of a certain stupid brute.

As always.

That idiot, that huge stupid oaf, he didn´t even know how anyone could be this stupid. Hadn´t it been obvious the day before that the key to his handcuffs had to be somewhere near him?

It was in the top drawer of his desk, seriously, if the brute had simply looked he would have found it easily.

He could have just figured the keys whereabouts out easily, but no! Instead he fucked him over the desk!

Even a silly monster like him should have been able to and yet that idiot didn´t even bother to look. Did Shizu-chan think he had no key? Seriously if that brute had been just a bit smarter than the average amoeba he wouldn't have this problem now.

His fingers freezing over the keyboard for a second the raven groaned, face palming.

It annoyed the shit out of him.

So what was it exactly that aggravated his nerves so much?

This table.

This desk.

In his office.

Izaya was supposed to work here and do nothing but work- and now that he was searching for information he couldn´t fucking stop thinking about how that stupid idiot fucked him right here.

If he had at least hurt him or forced him or somehow made it a bad memory, because he was good at suppressing those, but no- that the night before- fuck he hated to admit it but it was probably the hottest sex he had had in his life so far.

And that was exactly the fucking problem.

A fucking half hard problem.

"Oi Namie, are you done with the papers yet?" the raven asked annoyed, rubbing temples to try and forget this shit so he could concentrate on work.

Rolling her eyes the woman got up from her desk and walked over, those annoying heels clacking on the floor again.

"Why are you in such a shitty mood?" She questioned, handing over a couple of files.

"None of your business," the raven snarled, fetching the documents as harsh as he had treated her basically the whole evening.

It was all the brute´s fault- If he hadn´t just come here whenever he saw fit this wouldn´t have happened in the first place.

"Geez, someone here needs to get laid." Almost choking on his own spit the raven blinked as he glared at the woman. "What?" She questioned, going back to her seat, "Might pull that stick out of your ass." Groaning the raven stood up from his chair and headed for the kitchen to get himself a strong, strong and bitter cup of coffee.

"Seriously Namie, just shut up."

-Shizuo´s point of view.-

"Shizuo-"

"Ah fuck-!" Hissing the blond shook his hand as a stinging burn caught his full attention. The cigarette he had been holding had started to burn down and as careful as he had been he hadn´t noticed it doing so until it actually reached his poor skin. Cringing a bit Tom watched the blond wipe the ash of his palm.

"I tried to tell you but you didn´t listen." Stomping onto that gleaming rest of the cigarette the blond put it out quickly.

"Heard you too late," he commented, taking a mental note to buy more cigarette´s as he lit the last for today- usually he wouldn´t even be using them up this fast in just one day, but well, a certain someone had forced him to.

"What were you thinking about so hard?" Tom asked, stepping up some stairs to the next apartment they were going to visit.

"Ah... nothing."

The answer tasted like bile on the blond´s tongue.

Nothing my ass.

Shizuo hadn´t been able to sleep at all tonight. And it was completely that stupid flea´s fault!

Shizuo had just wanted to go to bed in peace. He came home to his apartment, got undressed, showered, everything was nice like that, nothing noteworthy happened really. He got his usual glass of milk, Kasuka called from one of his shoots- it was a nice evening to say the least.

The flea didn´t pop up again at his place or shit like that.

So why?

Why the hell was it that when he laid down in bed and put out the light, that he couldn´t get Izaya´s face out of his mind?!

If it were just his face!

It wasn´t even only that!

It was everything- everything that happened so far- he thought he had fucking come to terms with it! He didn't have a problem securing Izaya's well... life. No. He really didn´t.

He didn´t regret anything he did.

Not even that first time when he was drunk, because he tended to get just even more blunt and honest during such escapades.

And yet he just couldn´t get the flea out of his mind!

He kept remembering what Izaya had said. Kept remembering what he himself had said-

What the raven had looked like, moved like, felt like-

Getting up to bash his head against the wall had certainly done nothing but destroyed his bedroom wall.

He didn´t even know why! If he at least knew the reason he could do something against it, bash someone´s face in or something, but like this?

He had no fucking idea! What was it even that obviously kept lingering in his mind?

Was it because he hated the flea? Was it because their well sort of relationship changed all of a sudden so drastically? But it wasn´t even a fucking change!

He had never really, honestly been out to kill the flea, he would never really kill anyone. So nothing changed- he just didn´t want Izaya to die because of something so stupid.

This was nothing more than a simple agreement.

Yeah, just as Izaya put it, nothing changed between them at all, so why the hell was he thinking about the flea nonstop now?

Having reached the next apartment the door opened in front of them. Some guy was quivering in fear, obviously expecting to be throw across the street or something, but honestly speaking Shizuo wasn´t even really listening to what he had to say.

He noted that the guy said something about not having the money, but that he would have it by tomorrow and when they returned he would give it back.

Normally these kind of excuses and delays would piss him off, but when he was already pissed off because of another reason this one seemed too small to even get angry about it.

Closing the door again Tom looked at the overly quiet blond.

"So, what´s going on between you and Izaya?" Almost choking on the cigarette he was smoking the blond started to cough violently.

"What?" he asked, hoping he had misheard, but Tom just shrugged.

"Well you didn´t kill him the day before yesterday and instead went to talk with him, that was pretty odd if you ask me." Shit he forgot about that-

He had never given Tom an explanation for what happened then-

Awkward the blond tried to think of an explanation- but what the hell was he supposed to tell his friend? Yeah well, sorry Tom but I´m fucking the flea every now and then? "Except he is bribing you or something," Tom suddenly threw in growing a tad more serious.

Ah.

Shaking his head the blond rubbed his neck.

"No, that´s not it-" it wasn´t like he wanted to save Izaya's shitty reputation or something, but that flea wouldn´t be bribing him anytime in his life. "No the flea and me just have-" Shizuo continued, searching for the right words- to just... explain, without explaining to much.

He didn´t want to lie to his probably first and oldest friend, but he couldn´t exactly tell him the truth either considering he had indirectly promised Izaya to keep this to himself so-

"...an agreement." Was the best answer he could come up with. Tilting his head Tom rose an eyebrow at his friend.

"Agreement?"

Crap. This answer had been too vague hadn´t it? Of course, tom wanted to know what was going on after all.

What was he supposed to say...?

"Yeah, like you know... every second day we try not to kill each other-" Good- that wasn´t even a lie. "For, the city you know. And peace," Shizuo explained, causing the dread locked man to look at him quite surprised.

"And Izaya agreed to that?" he asked in doubt, and Shizuo wondered if maybe he should have come up with a better excuse. Feeling a bit annoyed yet again the blond noted in his mind that this too was all Izaya's fault. If it weren´t for that flea then he wouldn´t even have to come up with some kind of excuse at the moment.

...

No, who was he kidding, this wasn´t Izaya´s fault. That kiss and thing they did the second Izaya threatened to disappear, that was both their fault, the blame was equally to share- he beat up the guy that was supposed to help Izaya take care of that problem and Izaya had obviously waited too long.

But what was after that- wasn´t Izaya´s fault at all.

It was entirely Shizuo´s decision, and he knew that. Because he didn´t want the flea to suffer just because he was a half and that fucking bastard was the only other one in the city.

"Now that you say it, it´s been a while since I saw you two run around," Tom suddenly threw in, obviously having been thinking about what Shizuo had said.

... well, thinking about it, it was true. Had they even had one of their chases ever since they started doing this?

There was one, the day before yesterday, Izaya had been annoyed because Shizuo came to his apartment and pretty much set him straight on how the hell he had to act around him.

So it wasn´t the lack of chases that made him think of weird things.

But then what?

Groaning the blond threw his cigarette on the ground and stomped on it. A soft hiss of the cigarette fizzling out reached his ears and he frowned.

It was useless thinking about this, so he decided to stop. So what if he kept thinking about the flea?

So be it, it would stop eventually.

Probably.

Hopefully.

It didn´t take long until the blond was finally done with his work. A few more apartments later Tom finally called it quits.

Not that any of Shizuo´s thoughts were showing any signs of doing the same.

"Well then, see you tomorrow, Shizuo," his friend waved and so they parted again on the streets.

Frown still in place the blond turned around and reached for his pants pockets- only to be left to cringe. Right, he had already smoked the entire pack of cigarettes. that fucking flea would kill him one day. Be it through the smoking he had to do because of his annoying presence or through one of his stupid games.

Then maybe again this was one of his shitty mind games too.

Annoyed the blond grumbled to himself as he walked down the pavement.

It was when he caught a glimpse of a very familiar black bike, that he stopped in his tracks.

Red and light was illuminating the scene as an obviously very anxious and confused biker tried to make herself understood, shoving her PDA over and over in front of a police officer's face.

Being the very definition of what Shizuo would call unfriendly the biker simply seemed to be yelling at her and a frown made its way on his face as he walked over.

"Got a problem?"

Taking a glance at the blond man that had approached the two the police officer seemed to wage his options. Should he try his luck and tell the man that disturbingly looked a lot like the rumored fortissimo of Ikebukuro to fuck off, or should he just call it a day and leave it at this?

Presumably he had taken the second option as he shoved a note pad he had been holding back into his pocket.

"You are lucky this time driver san," the man mumbled hurriedly, obviously having figured out that maybe he was indeed facing the man that had sent countless of his colleagues into hospital upon approach.

Getting onto his bike the engine of the machine roared and he drove off.

Relieved the woman started typing away on her device.

(Thank you, the police is scary.) She wrote on the PDA, showing it to the blond.

"Scary?" the man repeated, wondering why they would be- but thinking about how they kept pestering Celty and she didn´t exactly use her shadows against them they probably were to her.

(They keep telling me I´m not allowed to drive with this motorcycle without a license- And sometimes that other police officers appears too.) She went on, typing away on her device as the blond read.

"Why don´t you get one?"

(How? I have no head! They want to take a picture for the license!)

Oh. That certainly explained a lot.

"Why don´t you just shake them off? You can drive faster than them on your bike, don´t you?" Just remembering at what kind of speed she passed him every now and then made him wonder why they ops even caught up with her in the first place.

Typing away on her PDA she answered.

( That´s what I try to do most of the time, but sometimes they catch me, like now.) Her shoulders dropping slightly the blond couldn´t help but imagine the woman sighing frustrated. Raising the PDA again her fingers flew across the screen.

(I will just stay home for a while, maybe they will forget?)

The way she tilted her head questioningly made the blond swallow his response how they were probably going to chase her anyway and he nodded instead.

"Sounds like a plan." Maybe they would just leave her alone anyway- after chasing her all the time and never actually getting her they were bound to give up, right?

(How about you, I haven't seen any vending machines fly through the air in a few days.) Celty asked, raising the device once more.

Fuck.

Now she was asking about that too.

"... Guess I should throw one after him," the blond mumbled, more to himself than the woman but Celty thought he was addressing her anyway.

(What, no I´m not complaining, I was just wondering if he disappeared or something since I haven´t seen him around.) The dullahan quickly cleared up, not wanting her best friend to start fighting again.

Surprised the blond looked at her.

"You didn´t?"

Ah-

Wait, wasn´t Izaya saying he was busy with work?

He had been so when he went to his place yesterday-

…

…

NO he was not thinking about what happened then.

"The flea is probably just doing some shady business and that´s why he doesn´t have any time to waste annoying the hell out of everyone in Ikebukuro," he quickly said, deeming it as the best explanation he had for the flea being absent for so long.

(Busy?)

It was then that the odd ringing of his own phone filled the air. Frowning a bit the blond pulled the device out. He was rarely called by anyone- mostly Kasuka, but they had already talked yesterday and it was unlikely he was going to call two days in a row.

Flipping the phone open without sparing a glance at the screen to check who was calling the blond picked up.

A pleased smirk drew across the raven´s expression who was sitting in his favorite swivel chair in his office.

"So you do pick up once in a while," he noted, annoying not only his secretary who wasn´t up to listen to her boss phoning people while she was supposed to work, but also the man he called.

Checking his phone the blonde looked at the screen- he thought he had deleted the flea´s number the last time he called him to inform him that he had pulled shit on his brother.

An unknown number. Ah of course, that flea would have more than just one phone- and that´s why that louse was so shady.

"Flea what the hell do you want?" he groaned, figuring that he would either be trying to annoy him or talk about their deal.

(Izaya?!)

Having Celty´s PDA shoved in his face the blond realized that his phone´s setting was fairly loud- and the woman was probably able to hear everything the flea said even while standing opposite to him.

"Don´t worry I will be short," the raven´s voice resounded through the phone, "I just want to make clear that I don´t want you to bust in here like you did last time at your whim."

Ah-

SHIT.

Feeling the heat rush to his face the blond quickly fumbled with his phone, as Celty tilted her head. "I do have let´s say clients here at times too and you didn't even lock the door or anything when you barged in here to-"

*CRASH*

He could have just hung up, yup, he definitely should have been able to. But in his panic the blond had forgotten how the fuck to just quickly hang up a call-

A bit regretful the blond stared at the pieces of crumbled metal in his hand.

He had crushed the device in his palm without thinking.

Still feeling the prominent heat in his cheeks from having Celty listen to the stupid flea´s rambling, he looked up when the PDA was shoved in his face.

(You were at his place?) the woman asked tilting her head, and god it certainly didn´t help him feel less embarrassed.

-Izaya´s point of view.-

Confused the raven looked at his phones screen, which undeniably showed that the brute had just quit the call.

"Did that protozoan just hang up on me?" the raven mumbled, talking to himself as he frowned. That shithead, he kept him from working properly and now he wasn't even listening to what he had to say? he swore if he weren't that busy he would pay Ikebukuro a visit to annoy the shit out of that blond idiot.

Pressing the green button once more he tried to call the amoeba again- only for the mailbox to answer his call.

A smirk drew across his lips.

"Just you wait." So he didn't pick up anymore? Well, he wasn't going to let him off the hook this easily.

"Revenge is sweet, isn´t it~?"

To be continued~

Trololo next chapter Izzy will get a kind of revenge that well- let´s just say it backfires a bit xDDDDDDD

Unknown: xD I shall use everything, throw your ideas at me xDD ohhhh you mean he says it russian? Hmmm i shall think about that C:

Unknown: So I have no idea if this was you again, but whelp xD Thank chu x/D ahahah they are getting feels indeed xD dawww I´m using everything xD except some minor things I already excluded xDDD

Guest 2: lmao Namie is enjoying this way too much xD dawwww that´s so true~! xD I think that kind of trust actually exists for real between them. I mean just think of that lovely head bump- who would head bump someone? Just like that? xD xDDD ahaha I love Shizuo´s reactions to Izaya's unexpected reactions xD lmao I bet Shizuo never ever imagined anything like this to happen xDDDDDD daw yes C: Shizu is a cute mini muffin C: he wants to cuddle after sex xDD lmao i was thinking of making him try after the desk fucking but not yet, not yet xDDDDD

Trolololo the next smutty wish is on the plan xD So see you on April the 29th xD~! xDDD

And sorry I´m a bit late, I had no internet -sobs- but hey, apparently some guys are coming to our house and they are gonna make me get some gooooood internet C: C: C: C: C: Let´s hope that really happens lmao xD and soon xDDDD

See ya~!