Chapter 14: Boobs
Time slowed down as if it were trying to mock Izaya for his defenseless state.
His black shirt was thin, the air warmed from the multiple bodies moving to the cues of music, and the barrel pressed against his side cold as ice.
There weren't too many people left, just a handful.
But enough to cover the bastard to his side as just another faceless visitor.
Drawing a gun in the middle of this club had consequences everyone was well aware of, so this guy knew exactly what he was doing.
This was bad-
Despite the beats having tuned down considerably the room was filled with smooth chatter. White noise as far as Izaya cared, but enough to drown the words his assaulter had spoken.
A simple glimpse to the side allowed Izaya to realize that Kurokovitch's attention belonged to Creston's lips only as he spoke the words he craved to hear, and Creston's mind returned that favor by offering the same.
The bodyguards were watching their respective clients- and the people dancing were too far gone into the debts of alcohol and drugs to have noticed anything.
Izaya was on his own-
Ironic.
He was alone, in the midst of a crowd.
The gun was pressed harder against his body to nudge him forward, and as if having flipped a switch Izaya's pulse accelerated.
He had to get away-
How?
His brilliant eyes flickered left and right in order to locate something helpful.
Because the second he acted out of place this bastard was going to shoot-
No one would be able to react.
He didn't need to aim either with the gun pressed right into his fucking spleen. The impact of the bullet would destroy his organ if not cause damage even worse.
Bleeding to death was an option too-
But that was his least worry-
The second he stepped out of this club he was going to end dead in a gutter faster than he wished-
He wasn't going to outrun a bullet-
Dozens of thoughts raced through Izaya's mind, but none revealed the solution he sought and the bodies around him moved as time sped up and his eyes grazed the bar.
He was there. His bartender. As always his movements were mesmerizing to watch as he served the ordered drink with a professional smile.
Tequila, grenadine and orange juice had been carefully layered upon each other and formed the cocktail his guest desired.
A Tequila Sunrise.
And just for a brief second Izaya found himself smiling bitterly at the way his mind failed to give him a solution to his problem, but easily deduced the drink that was being mixed.
The gun pressed to his body seemed awfully harsh and cold against the mood the sight evoked and Izaya's breath stilled, when the bartender suddenly turned to look at him.
"The usual?"
Him.
He was asking him-
The careful thrill of possible answers quickly circled Izaya's mind at high speed. This was his chance-
"Keep the angel shot," he called, naturally, as if it were just any other day at the bar that didn't cause his heart to leap out of his chest. "I'm about to leave anyway."
And Shizuo stilled.
Immediately.
Music thrummed.
People chatted.
The glass he had been holding onto was set down and his eyes focused on the smile of no smiles glued to his guest's face.
He knew the nonexistent drink. And he knew it was not what his guest used to order. A hint of confusion caused Shizuo to frown lightly as he looked for hints of a joke.
But his favorite guest's eyes missed their usually taunting glint.
They were hard and serious.
And somehow that was all the confirmation Shizuo needed to know that something was off-
No doubt clouded Shizuo's mind as his body tensed and suddenly he noticed him.
A guy.
Next to his virgin wave.
Closer than he should be, face hidden and with an odd angle to his elbow- and suddenly Shizuo just knew.
Izaya saw none of the bartender's conclusions. No reaction giving away his intention.
A simple nod was given before the bartender turned his gaze to another guest and Izaya's guts hit rock bottom.
Fuck-
He didn't understand-
Cursing interally Izaya regretted his words-
Why did he not come up with something better?
Something more decisive, something more-
"Hey, move," the bastard threatening him with a gun hissed, and Izaya froze.
What now? He refused to die in an alley like a god damn fucking rat-
And suddenly the bartender yelled. Loud, albeit not too disturbing, just in a way that made sure everyone in a range of two meters was going to hear him.
"Removing your shirts is not allowed ladies!"
And Izaya blinked.
Shirts?
Ladies?
Turning his gaze to the side, Izaya glanced over his shoulder, expecting to see a couple freely bouncing tits and the drunk women they belonged to.
It wasn't even that he was interested in such a sight- it was a reflex.
The human urge to crave knowledge and experience anything out of the norm was a natural one, one that that could be triggered easily, and was sure to hit-
Just as the sound of cracking bones right next to his ears-
The icy metal retracted from his hips as the bastard's body went flying to the ground and Izaya's eyes turned back-
Quick.
But not quicker than the hand grasping his wrist.
Before Izaya knew it the bartender had appeared out of thin air and Izaya was pulled behind his back.
Surprised chatter and low gasps immediately filled the faces of those in close proximity as they had all been too busy to locate the fantom women removing their shirts to notice another guest being kicked to the ground.
Eyes wide and brain trying to catch up to what had just happened Izaya looked at his savior-
The bartender- he had jumped over the counter the second Izaya's assaulter turned to look at the nonexistent girls and kicked the living daylights out of his face-
Quick chatter and questioning gazes filled the air for the brief second that it took for the bastard to turn towards the bartender and Izaya froze.
The gun-
Where-
"You fucking-!"
He was still holding onto his weapon, but not for long, with a quicker reaction and even more precise action the bartender stepped onto his wrist and kicked the gun behind the bar's counter.
The security stationed nearby was quick to close in too, now that a commotion had broken loose and with one quick drag, the bartender picked the bastard off the ground and threw him into their arms.
"Dear customer, I think it's time for you to leave," one of them declared with voices not made to be opposed.
And Izaya-
Izaya was left to stare.
Honestly, shellshocked.
This situation could have gone wrong in so many ways- so many options, so many possible injuries and yet-
Turning around the bartender looked at him with eyes that spoke of nothing he just did.
"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" His voice, usually so calm, seemed awfully disturbed for an average customer and Izaya couldn't help but stare blankly at this guy.
That had been close.
Too fucking close-
And before he knew it, a chuckle forced itself onto his lips.
Izaya didn't even know where it was coming from, because he wasn't amused, if anything he was more shaken than he liked to admit.
He was a fan of his life and losing it was a stake too high to take and yet-
"I didn't think you would jump over the counter-" he wheezed, and the bartender visibly relaxed. The chuckles Izaya held seemed to be contagious as he returned them with a smile.
"You requested an angel shot didn't you?" he said, just like that.
As if his actions had been nothing while they had been more than Izaya could have ever asked for.
He jumped into harm's way.
Pulled him out of any direct danger.
Why?
This guy was way too smooth.
And suddenly Izaya went quiet, and a genuine smile forced itself on his lips. He tried to hide it by raising his hand to his lips as he spoke, but failed as he met the bartender's face with an indescribable gaze.
"Am I an angel now?"
And somehow that question, the tune in his voice combined with his expression did something to Shizuo.
It was as if time had slowed down for a moment.
Voice dry and oddly void of intelligent replies Shizuo found himself looking at his virgin wave with no witty answer.
"Maybe?" was all he could muster, and Izaya snorted.
It was then that the crowd that had gathered around the two quickly moved to the side.
The guy Shizuo suspected to be another drug lord forced his way through the masses with a cigar at his lips.
Heavy strides accompanied his walk, just as the Russian counterparts they had been negotiating with.
"What's the commotion about, Izaya?"
Ah.
So his name was Izaya.
The air that had been filled with the pleasant relief of having lept from danger's edge suddenly seemed to harden. At least Izaya's expression did as he approached the guy and spoke.
"Some guy was getting too close and the bartender took care of him," he answered smoothly with a lie made up on the spot and Shizuo's eyes narrowed just slightly.
"I guess I need to thank you then," the guy missing a name declared and nodded towards Shizuo in what appeared to be the only gesture he was willing to waste on common folk.
Shizuo was no idiot.
The way he dressed, the emerald jewel setting on his tie and his general behavior told him enough to know that he was a man of high importance. Higher than Izaya at least.
Wary, and unable to judge his character, Shizuo glanced towards Izaya.
Izaya had played down what had just taken place and that fact alone told Shizuo enough to proceed with caution.
A simple nod was given, as he doubted this guy was looking for any petty words of gratitude and so he shifted his attention back to Izaya.
"The limousine is waiting upstairs. Mr. Kurokovitch will join us on the way," he announced with the sweetest smile in place as the russian the name probably belonged to, joined them.
Smiles appeared all around as Izaya immediately clicked into business mode.
"It's a pleasure to have your guidance," he greeted the russian as soon as he joined and a quick nod of appreciation was given in reply.
A glance was exchanged, by Izaya. It was directed at Shizuo, holding unspoken words of gratitude, and an apology as he moved towards the exit of the lounge.
The russian followed right after, just as the bodyguards and what Shizuo expected to be Izaya's boss of some sorts.
He was aware.
Izaya wasn't able to speak without drawing attention, and thanking a bartender more than necessary for simply stepping in between a misguided conversation would seem too suspicious to execute.
He understood.
Shizuo understood more than he wanted to, as his eyes followed Izaya's partners.
Those people were dangerous.
He could tell at a single glance.
The fact that Izaya didn't mention the gun told more than an actual explanation could.
And quicker than he liked they were gone from their dancefloor.
Beats, music and the usual air of chatter mixed as soon as they were gone and Shizuo couldn't help but sigh.
"Did someone actually threaten him with a gun?" It was Evelyn who whispered the words close to his body as she crouched on the ground. The gun he had kicked away earlier had ended up sliding beyond the counter and ended up just before their fridge.
Grasping the object with as little fingers as possible his colleague picked the weapon up and held it away from her body by an arms length, as if it were going to develop life by itself.
"Officially?" Shizuo asked, his eyes still glued to the exit.
Izaya had disappeared and Evelyn froze.
He didn't like Izaya's superior. He couldn't even tell why, but something about him just rubbed him in all the wrong ways.
The question was enough for Evelyn to understand that she was to never speak about this incident to anyone.
"Please don't do that," she suddenly whispered and Shizuo blinked, forcing his eyes away from the dance floor.
"Do what?"
An expression of worry was written all across her eyes as she met Shizuo's.
"I know you meant well, but one wrong move and…" she faded out, but Shizuo knew what she was pointing at without her needing to elaborate.
He could have gotten shot.
Certainly.
She was right.
His actions had been stupid.
Stupid beyond saving-
Why did he move?
Not a second was spared to think about the action.
His body acted on its own.
Because if he hadn't, then Izaya-
An image of his bleeding body on the ground suddenly popped into Shizuo's mind and he froze. Izaya could have died.
Shot and discarded in an alley.
Found only days later when his body was starting to rot.
And Shizuo's eyes turned back to the doormen that had tossed the guy out of the club.
The guy was gone.
The gun was confiscated.
But what if he tried again?
to be continued~
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Well, well, well C: We FINALLY know Izaya's name xDDD It might not be much to you but I swear worming my way around descriptions was unbelievably annoying xDDDDDD
But hey, now we can finally move on with the really interesting parts C:
Mini warning ahead for next chapter- it will be disturbing xD
Consider yourself warned x'DD
With that being said, see you next Saturday~! C: