Re: It's all Shinra's fault 2/?
anonymous
March 31 2010, 22:05:11 UTC
So that was what led to his current situation. He was lucky enough to still have some of Kasuka's clothes from when they were younger. Hell, he was lucky that he still have his keys in the overly large bartender suit that had nearly swallowed him in fabric. Clad in a bright yellow hoodie and khakis, he suddenly felt that he shouldn't have left Shinra's. Pride however wouldn't allow him to go back just yet.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.." He mumbled under his breath.
Just what the hell could he do for the next several hours until he could finally work up the nerve to call Celty? Biting his tongue, he glared into the distance of the street until something caught his eye.
A slender male figure in a long fur trimmed coat danced across the street, careless of the cars speeding behind and in front of him. In fact, he seemed to be in his own world, giggling about something.
The familiar surge of anger flooded Shizuo's system. His mouth opened to scream that flea's name, Izaya almost passing his lips, but a passing thought stopped him in his tracks.
An uncharacteristic grin flashed across the boy's face. Uncurling his fists, the brunette took off on a run towards his rival. However, he had a different plan in mind.
Meanwhile Orihara Izaya jumped on to the sidewalk curb with the grace of a cat, his jacket briefly billowing behind him for a moment. Today had been a surprisingly quiet day considering that he was in Ikebukuro. Not a single vending machine or trash bin had been thrown in his direction and no screeches of his names. It was disconcerting to a degree. Perhaps he was in some alternate dimension where he wasn't chased around by a blonde in a bartender suit and pig-donkeys flew with abandon?
This ridiculous train of thought was interrupted by a body slamming into his. It wasn't enough to knock him over, but it certainly caught the informant's attention. Looking down, he came face to face with what appeared to be a 12 year old kid. The boy was staring up at him with the strangest expression on his face and damn if he didn't look familiar to Izaya. He was a cute human, if not for the fact that he was still staring.
"Can I help you?" Izaya asked in an amused manner that belied his minor annoyance.
The kid continued to stare at him for a second before opening his mouth, "I'm...lost."
'Joyful.' Thought Izaya, keeping his expression, while addressing the boy. "Well then, who might I be talking to?" His lanky form leaned down to be on eye level with the brunette.
It looked like the boy was weary about saying anything until he began, "Koizumi...Shizuo." That was when everything paused for Orihara Izaya. A bubble of laughter threatened to flood out of his mouth. A kid who not only seemed like Shizu-chan, but had his firt name as well? Oh it was too good to be true. This kid probably didn't have the blonde's ridiculous strength because really Heiwajima Shizuo was one of a kind. Oh how he hated that man.
Smirking, he grabbed little Shizuo's hand and started a trek in the direction of the park. The boy seemed to be a adverse to this, his face baffled and his free arm flailing a bit. "Hey where are you taking me?"
"To the park." Was Izaya's only reply. What better way to make his day better than to troll a mini-Shizuo look alike? Let the torture commence.
It's all Shinra's fault 3/?
anonymous
April 1 2010, 14:42:58 UTC
It wasn't until Shizuo had collided with Izaya's black jacket that he realized he didn't have a clear plan in mind for what he was intending to do. It was all such a spur of the moment plan.
It was simple, lure the flea into a secluded place using his new form to get Izaya to lower his guard, then...the would smash the living hell out of that son of a bitch. That didn't quite work out however, since he hadn't expected the informant to ask for his name.
(Which was pretty lame as well, he could only think of a last name that fast).
He also didn't expect to be tugged in the direction of the little park Celty and he would occasionally sit at. Just what the hell did the vermin plan on doing to him? He could have just used his strength and pulled the dark haired man's arm from his socket and used it to beat his profusely bleeding corpse...but that would blow his cover.
So Shizuo allowed himself to led to the semiquiet park that was littered with food stalls and benches.
"Sooooooo, Koizumi-kun, hasn't your mother ever told you that it isn't good to walk around cities by yourself at your age?" Izaya asked, glancing at the shorter brunette from over his shoulder, more than just a little bounce in his step. "You never know how many creepy and dangerous people would just love to gobble you up."
His amused tone lingered on the word gobble for far longer than necessary and it was worth it judging by the way little Shizuo blanched and directed a confused look at him. Not even two minutes into his plan and Izaya was already seeing the beginning taking effect. Really, it was all about lulling that cute little boy into a false sense of security, subtly making him uncomfortable along the way, and then methodically tear his being down and watch the results.
It would be as if he was getting sweet sweet revenge on the larger Shizuo, just downsized a bit. But, with all plans, there were unexpected turns when it concerned all person's named Shizuo apparently. Once they had reached the park, he felt the loss of the boy's hand and heard footsteps running to his left. Swiftly turning around, the crimson eyed man grinned at seeing little Shizuo making a mad dash.
So the kid got spooked and ran. Smart choice really, but it did leave Izaya without any fun for the evening. However, the smaller male didn't run out of the park, he just stopped at one particular bench surrounded from the back by shrubery. The boy raised his arms over his head and waved the elder down as if he were a plane.
Chuckling at the childish behavior, Izaya casually walked over to him, sitting down and crossing his leg. Mini-Shizuo looked a little nervous, as if he was unsure whether it was safe to sit next to the informer. Patting the space next to him, he offered the unruly haired boy a hopefully reassuring smile.
"Come on now, I don't bite...much."
-I'm glad some people are enjoying it so far. Don't worry, Izaya makes his creeper of the year award soon enough.-
It's all Shinra's fault 4/?
anonymous
April 1 2010, 14:44:24 UTC
Shizuo's face lit up a pinkish red hue before he plopped down beside the skinny man. The ex-blonde was positive now that his impulsive plan was never going to work out and that he should just cut and run. But once again, pride reared its ugly head. He couldn't leave now! Then that bastard would win everything!
So he sat, twiddling his thumbs nervously and tried to ignore the blatant stare that was boring into the side of his head. Twitching self-consciously, he snapped his head too stare right back.
"Would you stop staring at me-!" He almost slipped and called Izaya by his disgusting name. Swallowing, he returned his gaze to the pavement under his feet. "I never caught your name." A slender hand curled around his chin and turned his head back; red eyes smirking as he drew closer.
"Orihara Izaya." The man replied, his words like poison as he stared into the boy's eyes. He didn't relinquish his hold on the boy's chin, making sure it was lax enough that it didn't hurt him. A light dusting of red decorated Shizuo's cheeks as he tried to look away from the other's gaze.
"Well...Orihara-san, would you not sta-" The little brunette was cut off again, but this time by Izaya who used his other hand to place a finger on the boy's lips.
"No no," He began, leaning just a little bit closer to Shizuo's face, "Izaya-kun, please I insist." The emphasized 'kun' in a slow, determined manner causing another flare of pink to flash across the younger's face. "Okay Shizu-chan?"
'Oh this is priceless.' Izaya thought, enjoying the close up view of a blushing mini-Shizuo staring up at him. 'I think I'll switch plans here on out.'
"Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid.." He mumbled under his breath.
Just what the hell could he do for the next several hours until he could finally work up the nerve to call Celty? Biting his tongue, he glared into the distance of the street until something caught his eye.
A slender male figure in a long fur trimmed coat danced across the street, careless of the cars speeding behind and in front of him. In fact, he seemed to be in his own world, giggling about something.
The familiar surge of anger flooded Shizuo's system. His mouth opened to scream that flea's name, Izaya almost passing his lips, but a passing thought stopped him in his tracks.
An uncharacteristic grin flashed across the boy's face. Uncurling his fists, the brunette took off on a run towards his rival. However, he had a different plan in mind.
Meanwhile Orihara Izaya jumped on to the sidewalk curb with the grace of a cat, his jacket briefly billowing behind him for a moment. Today had been a surprisingly quiet day considering that he was in Ikebukuro. Not a single vending machine or trash bin had been thrown in his direction and no screeches of his names. It was disconcerting to a degree. Perhaps he was in some alternate dimension where he wasn't chased around by a blonde in a bartender suit and pig-donkeys flew with abandon?
This ridiculous train of thought was interrupted by a body slamming into his. It wasn't enough to knock him over, but it certainly caught the informant's attention. Looking down, he came face to face with what appeared to be a 12 year old kid.
The boy was staring up at him with the strangest expression on his face and damn if he didn't look familiar to Izaya. He was a cute human, if not for the fact that he was still staring.
"Can I help you?" Izaya asked in an amused manner that belied his minor annoyance.
The kid continued to stare at him for a second before opening his mouth, "I'm...lost."
'Joyful.' Thought Izaya, keeping his expression, while addressing the boy. "Well then, who might I be talking to?" His lanky form leaned down to be on eye level with the brunette.
It looked like the boy was weary about saying anything until he began, "Koizumi...Shizuo." That was when everything paused for Orihara Izaya. A bubble of laughter threatened to flood out of his mouth. A kid who not only seemed like Shizu-chan, but had his firt name as well? Oh it was too good to be true. This kid probably didn't have the blonde's ridiculous strength because really Heiwajima Shizuo was one of a kind. Oh how he hated that man.
Smirking, he grabbed little Shizuo's hand and started a trek in the direction of the park. The boy seemed to be a adverse to this, his face baffled and his free arm flailing a bit. "Hey where are you taking me?"
"To the park." Was Izaya's only reply. What better way to make his day better than to troll a mini-Shizuo look alike? Let the torture commence.
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Thank you so much!!
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It was simple, lure the flea into a secluded place using his new form to get Izaya to lower his guard, then...the would smash the living hell out of that son of a bitch. That didn't quite work out however, since he hadn't expected the informant to ask for his name.
(Which was pretty lame as well, he could only think of a last name that fast).
He also didn't expect to be tugged in the direction of the little park Celty and he would occasionally sit at. Just what the hell did the vermin plan on doing to him? He could have just used his strength and pulled the dark haired man's arm from his socket and used it to beat his profusely bleeding corpse...but that would blow his cover.
So Shizuo allowed himself to led to the semiquiet park that was littered with food stalls and benches.
"Sooooooo, Koizumi-kun, hasn't your mother ever told you that it isn't good to walk around cities by yourself at your age?" Izaya asked, glancing at the shorter brunette from over his shoulder, more than just a little bounce in his step. "You never know how many creepy and dangerous people would just love to gobble you up."
His amused tone lingered on the word gobble for far longer than necessary and it was worth it judging by the way little Shizuo blanched and directed a confused look at him. Not even two minutes into his plan and Izaya was already seeing the beginning taking effect.
Really, it was all about lulling that cute little boy into a false sense of security, subtly making him uncomfortable along the way, and then methodically tear his being down and watch the results.
It would be as if he was getting sweet sweet revenge on the larger Shizuo, just downsized a bit. But, with all plans, there were unexpected turns when it concerned all person's named Shizuo apparently.
Once they had reached the park, he felt the loss of the boy's hand and heard footsteps running to his left. Swiftly turning around, the crimson eyed man grinned at seeing little Shizuo making a mad dash.
So the kid got spooked and ran. Smart choice really, but it did leave Izaya without any fun for the evening. However, the smaller male didn't run out of the park, he just stopped at one particular bench surrounded from the back by shrubery. The boy raised his arms over his head and waved the elder down as if he were a plane.
Chuckling at the childish behavior, Izaya casually walked over to him, sitting down and crossing his leg. Mini-Shizuo looked a little nervous, as if he was unsure whether it was safe to sit next to the informer. Patting the space next to him, he offered the unruly haired boy a hopefully reassuring smile.
"Come on now, I don't bite...much."
-I'm glad some people are enjoying it so far. Don't worry, Izaya makes his creeper of the year award soon enough.-
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So he sat, twiddling his thumbs nervously and tried to ignore the blatant stare that was boring into the side of his head. Twitching self-consciously, he snapped his head too stare right back.
"Would you stop staring at me-!" He almost slipped and called Izaya by his disgusting name. Swallowing, he returned his gaze to the pavement under his feet. "I never caught your name." A slender hand curled around his chin and turned his head back; red eyes smirking as he drew closer.
"Orihara Izaya." The man replied, his words like poison as he stared into the boy's eyes. He didn't relinquish his hold on the boy's chin, making sure it was lax enough that it didn't hurt him. A light dusting of red decorated Shizuo's cheeks as he tried to look away from the other's gaze.
"Well...Orihara-san, would you not sta-" The little brunette was cut off again, but this time by Izaya who used his other hand to place a finger on the boy's lips.
"No no," He began, leaning just a little bit closer to Shizuo's face, "Izaya-kun, please I insist." The emphasized 'kun' in a slow, determined manner causing another flare of pink to flash across the younger's face. "Okay Shizu-chan?"
'Oh this is priceless.' Izaya thought, enjoying the close up view of a blushing mini-Shizuo staring up at him. 'I think I'll switch plans here on out.'
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im loving this like woooooooh omg need new chapter/post/fill thing ;__;
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>creeper of the year award
=D!
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Please write more <3
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OH WRITER!ANON YOU ARE QUITE AMAZING.
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