#59 of 365
Title: Come Back To Me, part 15 of ?
Fandom: Durarara!!
Characters: Shizuo, Izaya
Prompt: Old Big Bang
Shizuo bristled at being invited to sit in his own house by his enemy. Who the hell did the flea think he was?! But the last thing he wanted to do was chase the flea out and risk them finding Tsugaru… He’d never forgive himself if he brought about the same fate for his son that had come to his wife.
So he sat with a rather heavy thud on the couch, causing it to creak and sag dangerously underneath him. Izaya flitted down next to him, swinging his feet out for a moment and giving an all too innocent smile before he looked over at Shizuo. His expression turned serious, eyes gleaming sharply.
“So then, on to the questions Shizu-chan is going to be kind enough to answer for me,” Izaya sighed, sounding far too pleased with himself.
“Just get on with it, flea,” Shizuo hissed, fingers quaking as he attempted to hold in the urge to punch Izaya in the face, run him out of his home. “You have until Tsugaru wakes up and you’re gone.”
“Let’s cut to the chase, then. Where is the wife you left your home and life for? If she was so wonderful, than where is she now, Shizu-chan?” Izaya asked, eyes intent on the blonde for any and all reaction to the questioning.
“Why the hell do you need to know?!?” Shizuo barked, an instantaneous reaction to the question. His eyes flared angrily, giving Izaya a flashback to the Shizuo he had known before his leave from Ikebukuro.
“Ah, ah, ah Shizu-chan~ That’s no way to talk to me if you want me to keep your secret, is it?” Izaya responded, grin growing when he noted the sag forward of Shizuo’s shoulders, shuddering with the effort of containing his rage. The raven would hand it to the blonde that he had gotten better at controlling his anger… but he was still far too emotional to stand a chance of staying calm.
“She’s dead,” Shizuo finally managed to spit out through gritted teeth. Head hanging even lower as he said it, Izaya was only graced with the view of the mess of blonde hair on Shizuo’s head.
“And how did that come about, Shizu-chan? You don’t just die,” Izaya asked. It was a chance to rub salt into wounds, to try and incite reaction, and he was not going to pass it up. Shizuo was vulnerable, in a position where Izaya could easily tug the odds into his favor, rather than allowing them to remain at an even keel.
Shizuo remained silent for a few moments, however. His hands came together, gripping each other to the point where tendons stood out against his flesh and knuckles blanched almost as white as bone. Izaya sat, allowing the silence to linger and waft through the room until he was practically writhing with impatience. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything the blonde lifted his head.
“She… she was killed,” he dragged out, the words coming out like it killed him to say them. His head dropped almost instantly, as he let the confession rain in the air and his shoulders shook with a different kind of emotion.
Fandom: Durarara!!
Characters: Shizuo, Izaya
Prompt: Old Big Bang
Shizuo bristled at being invited to sit in his own house by his enemy. Who the hell did the flea think he was?! But the last thing he wanted to do was chase the flea out and risk them finding Tsugaru… He’d never forgive himself if he brought about the same fate for his son that had come to his wife.
So he sat with a rather heavy thud on the couch, causing it to creak and sag dangerously underneath him. Izaya flitted down next to him, swinging his feet out for a moment and giving an all too innocent smile before he looked over at Shizuo. His expression turned serious, eyes gleaming sharply.
“So then, on to the questions Shizu-chan is going to be kind enough to answer for me,” Izaya sighed, sounding far too pleased with himself.
“Just get on with it, flea,” Shizuo hissed, fingers quaking as he attempted to hold in the urge to punch Izaya in the face, run him out of his home. “You have until Tsugaru wakes up and you’re gone.”
“Let’s cut to the chase, then. Where is the wife you left your home and life for? If she was so wonderful, than where is she now, Shizu-chan?” Izaya asked, eyes intent on the blonde for any and all reaction to the questioning.
“Why the hell do you need to know?!?” Shizuo barked, an instantaneous reaction to the question. His eyes flared angrily, giving Izaya a flashback to the Shizuo he had known before his leave from Ikebukuro.
“Ah, ah, ah Shizu-chan~ That’s no way to talk to me if you want me to keep your secret, is it?” Izaya responded, grin growing when he noted the sag forward of Shizuo’s shoulders, shuddering with the effort of containing his rage. The raven would hand it to the blonde that he had gotten better at controlling his anger… but he was still far too emotional to stand a chance of staying calm.
“She’s dead,” Shizuo finally managed to spit out through gritted teeth. Head hanging even lower as he said it, Izaya was only graced with the view of the mess of blonde hair on Shizuo’s head.
“And how did that come about, Shizu-chan? You don’t just die,” Izaya asked. It was a chance to rub salt into wounds, to try and incite reaction, and he was not going to pass it up. Shizuo was vulnerable, in a position where Izaya could easily tug the odds into his favor, rather than allowing them to remain at an even keel.
Shizuo remained silent for a few moments, however. His hands came together, gripping each other to the point where tendons stood out against his flesh and knuckles blanched almost as white as bone. Izaya sat, allowing the silence to linger and waft through the room until he was practically writhing with impatience. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything the blonde lifted his head.
“She… she was killed,” he dragged out, the words coming out like it killed him to say them. His head dropped almost instantly, as he let the confession rain in the air and his shoulders shook with a different kind of emotion.