#54 of 365
Title: Come Back To Me, part 10 of ?
Fandom: Durarara!!
Characters: Shizuo, Tsugaru, Izaya, Shinra, Celty
Prompt: Old Big Bang
There was a streak across the living room before the little boy was leaping into his father’s arms, hugging the taller blonde tightly. Shizuo’s arms wrapped around the boy in return, holding him so carefully that Izaya was struck by it for a moment. Shizuo had conquered his fear of his own strength enough to hold his son without worrying about crushing him. Surely the Shizuo he had known years before would never have dared to hold his son so firmly for fear of harming them. It was just another one of the many changes to the blonde that was driving the information broker up the wall.
“Thank you for watching him, Shinra,” Shizuo responded tersely, frustration and anger still lacing his voice as he turned towards the doctor. “I’ll talk to you about times when Tom-san calls me back.”
“Shizu-chan’s going to ditch out on the party? Such a shame..,” Izaya cut in with a smirk, eyes focusing on Shizuo. The blonde whirled towards him, fury blazing in the eyes despite the unusually calm set of his body. A smaller set of blue eyes joined them in a firm glare over at the other.
“Papa, I want to go home,” Tsugaru entreated in Russian, eyes not leaving the raven across the room as his fingers tightened their grip on Shizuo’s sleeves.
“Does your father even speak Russian? Or does he have to guess what you’re saying?” Izaya asked the child, looking from the boy to Shizuo and waiting for an answer.
“I can speak Russian, flea,” Shizuo hissed back, in Russian to prove the point. Izaya blinked, a bit surprised that Shizuo had gone through the process of learning the language. He hadn’t seemed like he would adjust well to life in another country and learning another language.
“Well, well, Shizu-chan. The years seem to have been mostly good to you. Too bad you couldn’t hold on to your wife.” It wasn’t the strongest jibe he could have used, but sometimes by repeatedly prodding he got the same desired effect that would come from taking another tactic. Shizuo never did what he expected anyway.
“Flea! Don’t talk like that in front of my son!” Shizuo’s voice rapidly escalating, body angling away from Izaya and partially masking Tsugaru from his sight.
It was at that moment that Celty came out to greet the newcomers she had yet to see. Her PDA was out in a flash when she, as was usual of her perception, picked up on the mounting and hostile tension in the room.
[Hello Shizuo, Izaya] she typed, flashing the message to both men in the room.
“Hey Celty,” Shizuo responded. “We were just leaving. I need to get Tsugaru home.”
“Yes. Let’s go home,” the boy responded quietly, fingers still twined in the fabric of Shizuo’s shirt, hovering close to his chest. It was almost like those fingers were the thin barrier between Shizuo losing his temper like old times and this new Shizuo who had a better grip.
“We’re going now,” Shizuo responded, his voice sickeningly sweet in Izaya’s ears. “Say good bye to Shinra and Celty.”
“Good bye Shinra-san, Celty-san,” the boy responded, tone just loud enough to carry from his place against Shizuo’s chest to the two individuals.
“Awww, I don’t get a good bye Shizu-chan? I’m hurt,” Izaya responded in false hurt.
“Tch. You don’t deserve one, flea. Go crawl back to your hole and stay there,” Shizuo growled, turning towards the door.
“Good bye, little Tsu-chan,” the raven chirped to the boy. Tsugaru’s eyes widened for a moment before he buried his head against Shizuo’s chest, trying to hide from the man who his father seemed to hate, and banish the fascination he had in him.
“Bye Celty, Shinra,” Shizuo waved with one hand over his shoulder before leaving the apartment, not even acknowledging Izaya further.
Fandom: Durarara!!
Characters: Shizuo, Tsugaru, Izaya, Shinra, Celty
Prompt: Old Big Bang
There was a streak across the living room before the little boy was leaping into his father’s arms, hugging the taller blonde tightly. Shizuo’s arms wrapped around the boy in return, holding him so carefully that Izaya was struck by it for a moment. Shizuo had conquered his fear of his own strength enough to hold his son without worrying about crushing him. Surely the Shizuo he had known years before would never have dared to hold his son so firmly for fear of harming them. It was just another one of the many changes to the blonde that was driving the information broker up the wall.
“Thank you for watching him, Shinra,” Shizuo responded tersely, frustration and anger still lacing his voice as he turned towards the doctor. “I’ll talk to you about times when Tom-san calls me back.”
“Shizu-chan’s going to ditch out on the party? Such a shame..,” Izaya cut in with a smirk, eyes focusing on Shizuo. The blonde whirled towards him, fury blazing in the eyes despite the unusually calm set of his body. A smaller set of blue eyes joined them in a firm glare over at the other.
“Papa, I want to go home,” Tsugaru entreated in Russian, eyes not leaving the raven across the room as his fingers tightened their grip on Shizuo’s sleeves.
“Does your father even speak Russian? Or does he have to guess what you’re saying?” Izaya asked the child, looking from the boy to Shizuo and waiting for an answer.
“I can speak Russian, flea,” Shizuo hissed back, in Russian to prove the point. Izaya blinked, a bit surprised that Shizuo had gone through the process of learning the language. He hadn’t seemed like he would adjust well to life in another country and learning another language.
“Well, well, Shizu-chan. The years seem to have been mostly good to you. Too bad you couldn’t hold on to your wife.” It wasn’t the strongest jibe he could have used, but sometimes by repeatedly prodding he got the same desired effect that would come from taking another tactic. Shizuo never did what he expected anyway.
“Flea! Don’t talk like that in front of my son!” Shizuo’s voice rapidly escalating, body angling away from Izaya and partially masking Tsugaru from his sight.
It was at that moment that Celty came out to greet the newcomers she had yet to see. Her PDA was out in a flash when she, as was usual of her perception, picked up on the mounting and hostile tension in the room.
[Hello Shizuo, Izaya] she typed, flashing the message to both men in the room.
“Hey Celty,” Shizuo responded. “We were just leaving. I need to get Tsugaru home.”
“Yes. Let’s go home,” the boy responded quietly, fingers still twined in the fabric of Shizuo’s shirt, hovering close to his chest. It was almost like those fingers were the thin barrier between Shizuo losing his temper like old times and this new Shizuo who had a better grip.
“We’re going now,” Shizuo responded, his voice sickeningly sweet in Izaya’s ears. “Say good bye to Shinra and Celty.”
“Good bye Shinra-san, Celty-san,” the boy responded, tone just loud enough to carry from his place against Shizuo’s chest to the two individuals.
“Awww, I don’t get a good bye Shizu-chan? I’m hurt,” Izaya responded in false hurt.
“Tch. You don’t deserve one, flea. Go crawl back to your hole and stay there,” Shizuo growled, turning towards the door.
“Good bye, little Tsu-chan,” the raven chirped to the boy. Tsugaru’s eyes widened for a moment before he buried his head against Shizuo’s chest, trying to hide from the man who his father seemed to hate, and banish the fascination he had in him.
“Bye Celty, Shinra,” Shizuo waved with one hand over his shoulder before leaving the apartment, not even acknowledging Izaya further.