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PART 6

Dec 24, 2010 21:21

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Fill: For Your Entertainment 2/? anonymous February 13 2011, 05:09:01 UTC

Shizuo tried and failed to form coherent speech as his mind worked to process my outrageous suggestion. His lip twitched in a half-sneer, half-gasp and I saw his hands shaking with the desire to lift something that weighed at least three times as much as he did. Just then my survival instinct decided to kick in, though it did at a very low level. I supposed I should clear out before his shock-induced paralysis wore off, and I sauntered into my room, leaving him twitching on the couch.
When I emerged again a few hours later, he had apparently stumbled into his own room, because I didn’t see him anywhere. I was a little unnerved by the unusual quietude that had descended upon our house, and was quite happy when our parents returned. Though I politely declined Mom’s suggestion that I help make dinner. I wasn’t in that good of a mood.
Shizuo didn’t come out for dinner, even when Mom knocked on his door. I told them he had been suspended, and that he had wrecked the entryway wall again. At this point I wasn’t trying to be mean, I was just stating the facts. They’d find out soon enough anyway. They seemed concerned rather than angry, as always. I don’t quite understand how they’re always so patient; Shizuo certainly didn’t inherit that. But I won’t get into that now. The gist of it is, they left him alone and I didn’t see him again until the next day after school.
When I say after school, I don’t mean I went home and he was there; I mean he actually came to school to see me. So hopefully you’ll understand when I try to explain how fucked up I had made him the day before.
He was lurking around the school gate, looking like some kind of pedophile. He hadn’t even bothered to put on his uniform so he would blend in with the rest of the students. Instead, he had thrown on some jeans, and I had a feeling he wasn’t wearing a shirt under his gray hoodie. So yeah, either pedophile or homeless man would have been my bet if I hadn’t known him. “Isn’t it too bright out here for you, cave-dweller?” I said as I approached him.
As I got nearer, I realized it wasn’t really the time to be joking. I may be a jerk most of the time, but it’s just for show. I’m actually a decent guy, especially to Shizuo. And this case definitely called for Super-Sibling-Delic. He looked like he hadn’t really slept last night, and he had dark spots under his eyes. And he looked ill and nervous (which really added to the pedophile/homeless man guise, by the way).
I tried to sound casual, but I think a little of my unease tainted my voice. “Whoa, what happened?”
Shizuo shoved his hands into his pockets and clenched his fists, watching curious students pass by fervently. He started to open his mouth to say something, but quickly clamped it shut.
“You’re freaking me out now.”
He bit his lip and leaned back in frustration, then hunched forward again to whisper in my ear, with a tremendous effort, “You were right.”
I didn’t catch on immediately. “I’m always right, Shizuo, you’ve got to narrow it down a bit.”
His jaw clenched suddenly. “Do not be a dick right now.”
“Sorry.”
He turned his head toward the wall and looked as if he would like nothing more than to smash his head through it to end his suffering. I think we both knew that wouldn’t work. He’s too durable. That’s probably why he didn’t actually do it. “About that person…” he mumbled.
I thought for a moment. Sometimes, a bit like a drunk, I don’t remember the things I say when I’m on a douchebag rampage. After a moment, though, I got it. “…Izaya?”
Red blossomed on his face. That’s one unfortunate thing about our family that we both inherited-lobster blush. I watched him expectantly, though his pinkish reaction had really been answer enough. Looking away from me, he inclined his head the tiniest amount possible in lieu of a nod.
I let out a low whistle and looked towards the ground, sticking my hands into my pockets. He shifted nervously from foot to foot as I tried to think of what to say next. I decided on, “Alright, you’re gay. So what?”

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