A Fool's Errand 6/?
anonymous
May 10 2010, 00:03:21 UTC
Shizuo sighed as he opened the door to his apartment; he couldn’t believe he was actually letting his enemy into his home. He reached into his pocket, but he had smoked all his cigarettes without realizing.
The informant jumped when Shizuo cursed. The blond glared at him as he mussed his own hair up. “Would you stop jumping at everything? God, it’s hard to believe that you’re the louse.”
“Um…Heiwajima-san?”
“What.”
Izaya flinched, “I-if you don’t mind m-me asking, why do you call me…louse?”
“…I’m sorry, it’s a bad habit,” Shizuo sighed, “don’t worry about it.” He took off his shoes and shuffled into his house. The whole situation with Izaya was making him tired as hell. With no care about what to do with Izaya, the blond fell onto his couch and was out like a light.
Izaya looked around the apartment nervously. He slowly took his shoes off, closed the door, and tiptoed around the place in curiosity. Judging by the small space, there was only one room, one bathroom, a kitchen, and a living room where Shizuo was currently napping, and the simple layout of the furniture, Shizuo lived alone. Izaya wondered if that meant no one would be able to save him if the blond man decided to throw something else at him.
He sat on one of the armchairs opposite of the currently sleeping blond bartender(?). He rocked back and forth in slight boredom, feeling awkward with staying in an apartment with a man he barely knew or remembered.
A small picture frame caught his wandering eye; it had four boys, three of which were smiling, one who was giving another a glare. Izaya moved closer to the picture, he recognized Shinra-giving a wide grin in the picture, Shizuo, and himself. Even though he and Shizuo were on the ends of the group, Izaya could tell it was he who the blond was glaring at.
And he could tell that it wasn’t just a smile on his own face, it was a sneer, a smirk. He also noticed the air of confidence this Izaya seemed to emanate. There was a feeling of superiority, and Izaya could tell from the way the boy was postured: this guy…was absolutely an arrogant prick.
“That’s me?”
He looked from the currently sleeping blond to the glaring blond in the picture. They definitely shared the same scowl. And the Shizuo in the picture had the same look that Shizuo had when he first saw Izaya in the park.
The informant jumped when Shizuo cursed. The blond glared at him as he mussed his own hair up. “Would you stop jumping at everything? God, it’s hard to believe that you’re the louse.”
“Um…Heiwajima-san?”
“What.”
Izaya flinched, “I-if you don’t mind m-me asking, why do you call me…louse?”
“…I’m sorry, it’s a bad habit,” Shizuo sighed, “don’t worry about it.” He took off his shoes and shuffled into his house. The whole situation with Izaya was making him tired as hell. With no care about what to do with Izaya, the blond fell onto his couch and was out like a light.
Izaya looked around the apartment nervously. He slowly took his shoes off, closed the door, and tiptoed around the place in curiosity. Judging by the small space, there was only one room, one bathroom, a kitchen, and a living room where Shizuo was currently napping, and the simple layout of the furniture, Shizuo lived alone. Izaya wondered if that meant no one would be able to save him if the blond man decided to throw something else at him.
He sat on one of the armchairs opposite of the currently sleeping blond bartender(?). He rocked back and forth in slight boredom, feeling awkward with staying in an apartment with a man he barely knew or remembered.
A small picture frame caught his wandering eye; it had four boys, three of which were smiling, one who was giving another a glare. Izaya moved closer to the picture, he recognized Shinra-giving a wide grin in the picture, Shizuo, and himself. Even though he and Shizuo were on the ends of the group, Izaya could tell it was he who the blond was glaring at.
And he could tell that it wasn’t just a smile on his own face, it was a sneer, a smirk. He also noticed the air of confidence this Izaya seemed to emanate. There was a feeling of superiority, and Izaya could tell from the way the boy was postured: this guy…was absolutely an arrogant prick.
“That’s me?”
He looked from the currently sleeping blond to the glaring blond in the picture. They definitely shared the same scowl. And the Shizuo in the picture had the same look that Shizuo had when he first saw Izaya in the park.
He’d have to ask about their past later.
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moar, I NEED MOAR!!! XD
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