In which Shizuo panics a lot [10/?]
anonymous
May 16 2010, 15:17:05 UTC
The blond couldn't stop staring at Izaya's flushed face. „I'm going to sleep on the couch”, Heiwajima said, trying to sound as sure and full of self-control as possbile. When Izaya's head bowed cutely to the left, he already knew he failed at convincing both Orihara and himself that he was as cool as cucumber.
Shizuo almost winced when his brain decided to show him an image of a certain part of his body that was more likely to become - maybe not as cool, but at least as hard as cucumber if Izaya's show of cuteness was about to continue.
Heiwajima didn't like it. Didn't like it at all. He especially didn't like it when Orihara moved himself on top of Shizuo's body and positioned his head close to the blond's face, so close, he could feel his hot breath.
„Let's do something together”, Orihara whispered, making the blond's mouth go dry, and he knew he was already enjoying the feeling of the bastard's body so close to his own.
Heiwajima closed his eyes, and after a while, he opened them again, staring at the drunken and flushed Izaya. „No”, the blond said said simply, and Orihara blinked from surprise.
Shizuo gasped when the louse's face moved even closer to his own. „Why?”, Izaya asked, and behind his unfocused stare, Heiwajima could see he was a bit hurt. However, this didn't mean he wasn't still trying to make the blond more aroused than he already was - Orihara sat down on Shizuo's stomach, dangerously close to his hips, looking at him with question in his eyes.
„Because you'd regret it tomorrow. Well, I'd regret it too, of course, er. No, I mean, I'm regretting it right now, since I'm actually sober - No wait, I'll regret it in a moment, 'cause we didn't - Oh screw that, whatever, there will be regrets”, Heiwajima babbled, his face red, and his pants a bit too tight for his own comfort.
Izaya moved closer to the blond, devilish sparkles visible in his eyes. „Ssssooo, you mean... If I wasn't drunk, you'd like to have sex with me?”, Orihara asked innocently, staring at Heiwajima with expression Shizuo had never seen on his face before.
The blond hesitated. Why was he actually considering this, dammit, wasn't the answer obvious? „I... Maybe”, was all he managed to say, and the moment those words left his lips, a strange feeling hit him. It was the truth. He wasn't just telling this to the bastard because he wanted him to shut up. Congratulations, self. You are officially fucked u-
Shizuo probably would've scolded himself mentally some more, if not for Izaya's lips suddenly and kind of awkwardly touching his mouth.
The blond froze. His mind started spinning, and he briefly wondered if he should respond somehow, push the bastard away - or maybe kiss him back, hell, why not - but before he managed to do something, Izaya pulled away and with a sigh, snuggled himself to shocked Heiwajima.
A second of almost painful silence later, Orihara was already snoring cutely.
Shizuo let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, his eyes glued to the ceiling. His mind was desperately trying to process what the hell had just happened, but the only conclusion he could draw was that Izaya had kissed him.
In which Shizuo panics a lot [11/?]
anonymous
May 16 2010, 15:17:41 UTC
But that couldn't have happened. It was impossible. It was against all the fundamental laws of the Universe. Right? Right?
Heiwajima moved a little bit, trying not to wake up the snuggling, confusing bastard, and looked at the face which was laying so close to his own. Izaya's hair was messy, his face flushed, and a small stream of saliva was dripping from his mouth.
Really, now. This was the face of a bastard that managed to get him all flushed up and bothered?
Shizuo smiled a bit despite himself, and, after a while of hesitation, he put his arm on Orihara's back. He slowly moved his hand up and down Izaya's spine, feeling his hot skin even through the material of his shirt. Orihara mumbled something and moved closer to him, his warm breath on Heiwajima's neck.
The whole situation was, well, impossible. Almost hilariously so. And the blond realized he didn't mind it one bit.
With a sigh of resignation, Shizuo snuggled closer to Izaya's small, warm body.
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A loud sound of something hard hitting a solid surface pierced Shizuo's ears, making him wince a little. „Are you sure that you are alright?”, the blond asked for the tenth time, sighing loudly when Izaya's muffled and totally incomprehensible reply came from the inside of his bathroom.
Heiwajima kind of expected that the morning after the awkward evening would be weird. However, he had thought it would be more like this: Izaya would wake up, find himself snuggled up to his mortal enemy, and then they would proceed to gouging out each other's eyes with spoons durning the breakfast.
What had happened however was a bit different: Orihara had indeed woken up, but then had mumbled something incomprehensible, and almost stomping over half-sleeping Shizuo, thrown himself into the bathroom. He had been sitting there for about an hour now, and Heiwajima didn't even want to think about the state of his toilet.
Well, the blond couldn't really complain. After all, this was a perfect kind of a hilarious blackmail material, especially since Izaya probably had nothing on him. He was pretty sure that the bastard would not remember anything he had done or heard yesterday, including Shizuo's more-than-embarrassing lines.
Heiwajima's inner, mean self smiled in an evil way - he was so going to tease the louse about this morning for the rest of his days.
Shizuo smiled a bit when the door to his bathroom finally opened, revealing a very pale Izaya. He looked at Heiwajima, who was grinning, and before the blond managed to comment his state, the louse's mouth opened. „Shut up, Shizu-chan”, Orihara mumbled, and then, to Heiwajima's surprise, flashed him a big, bright smile.
In which Shizuo panics a lot [12/?]
anonymous
May 16 2010, 15:18:33 UTC
The blond's evil master plan almost instantly crumbled into pieces when Izaya's head bowed a bit to the right, revealing his smooth, slim neck in a disturbingly familiar manner. „I'm so sorry about leaving you alone in bed for sooo long. So, Shizu-chan, do you want to kiss me good morning now or something?”, the bastard asked, amusement almost visible in the air surrounding him.
Shizuo's face went blank.
The louse smiled innocently. „What noooow. I hope you still remember that thing you said to me last night?”, Orihara purred while nonchalantly leaning towards the blond, who suddenly started to feel like a tiny chicken in front of a tiger.
Heiwajima was pretty sure he started sweating. The louse was obviously bluffing, right?
„W-what do you mean, you bastard?”, the blond asked, deciding it was for the best to fake surprise. Izaya giggled a bit at that, and slowly moved away from Shizuo. The bastard turned around and with a big grin started walking towards the door, slowly and sensually shaking his hips along the way.
This is bad, Heiwajima thought, his eyes glued to Izaya's pretty backside when he leaned a bit in front of the genkan.
Orihara sat down and casually picked his shoes from the floor. „My, Shizu-chan, you naughty boy, do you really want me to remind you what you said last night?”, Izaya almost purred and Shizuo's anger-meter with a loud „ding!” appeared in his mind.
„I have. No. Idea. What you're talking about”, Heiwajima said slowly, trying not to look at Orihara, who was now putting on his shoes using some exotic technique that required lots of ass-shaking.
„Well, well. I was the one who was drunk, Shizu-chan. And yet, you are the one with serious holes in your memory”, Izaya said with a smile, and then stood up, got his jacket from the hanger and started doing weird things with it that had more to do with striptease than the actual getting-dressed-routine. „Because, you know, I remember everything.”
Shizuo heart almost stopped. „W-W-What do you mean, you remember everything? You were so drunk you could barely stand!”, Heiwajima yelled, hoping that he didn't sound like a panicked wimp, because he totally wasn't already acting like one, hell no.
A devilish smile appeared on Izaya's face. „Well, you knooow. It's true that I get drunk really fast. But. It is also true that I recover from my not-so-sober state even faster”, Orihara explained, looking at his nails with fascination.
Shizuo's smile told him he hadn't got it.
„Well. What I mean is, by the time we got to your apartment, I was barely tipsy”, Izaya added, looking with satisfaction at Heiwajima's face, whose expression was slowly changing from „huh” state to „what the hell” state. Heehee.
Finally, the blond exploded. „What the HELL are you talking about”, Shizuo shouted, his expression full of anger, and white teeth showing. Scary. „I mean, that's impossible! You wanted to... with me... and you kind of... snuggled up to me - You did all this intentionally? On freakin' purpose?”
In which Shizuo panics a lot [13/?]
anonymous
May 16 2010, 15:19:33 UTC
Izaya couldn't help it anymore and laughed out loud. Shizu-chan was way too cute, really. Like a bunch of dancing pandas in frilly dresses. Or angry monkeys with half-peeled bananas, whatever.
Orihara was still laughing when Heiwajima growled and with a roar, threw himself on Izaya. The blond was not only angry now, he was also blushing fiercely. Awww.
Orihara easily evaded the living bullet of rage and reached for his knife. „You bastard, I'll fucking kill you”, Shizuo announced, looking at amused Izaya with a murderous intent hidden in his eyes.
„Can we leave the „kill” part and go with the „fucking” alone, hm?”, Izaya asked innocently and this was the moment Shizuo lost it. With an angry roar, he launched himself on Orihara and made him back off until his back met with the door to his apartment.
Izaya's reactions were quick; he swiftly reached for the door handle and a second later, he was already outside of Heiwajima's house, the blond's angry shouts following after him. Orihara snorted to himself when Shizuo, still roaring, jumped from the stairs and tried to catch him in a bear-like hug.
He missed a few centimeters and Izaya giggled at that, his feet ready for a good, exhausting chase. The blond growled at him and second later, both men were already at it, running past the terrified crowds of people who commuted to their work.
„My, Shizu-chan, you are so fast! I bet you are using up that energy you decided to save yesterday”, Orihara shouted while humming something happily to the melody of Shizuo's angry roars. Both men were running through less-crowded streets of Ikebukuro now and Izaya fluttered his eyelashes when he noticed a very happy Erika, who was apparently fangirling his last comment.
This only made the blond growl more. Orihara „whoops”-ed at that and then dove into a small alley, Heiwajima following him closely. A second later, Izaya decided it was a bad decision - it was one of those backstreets people used to throw away trash, so there were a lot of bins and other things Shizuo loved to use as his makeshift weapons.
Orihara sighed when a loud cry of triumph escaped from the blond's mouth. Izaya almost automatically dodged (Shizu-chan was getting so predictable!) and just as he had expected, a big rubbish bin flew past him and landed on the other end of the street. It was huge and Orihara was really happy it didn't hit him -
Izaya's eyes went wide when he realized that it was Heiwajima's plan all along.
The rubbish bin was big, big enough to make it impossible to escape the narrow end of the alley with it blocking the path. Orihara slowed down in front of the obstacle, quickly turning to face the blond - and moaned when Heiwajima caught up to him and pushed him roughly against the barrier.
In which Shizuo panics a lot [14/14]
anonymous
May 16 2010, 15:20:10 UTC
"Aw, Shizu-chan, that's so not fair," Izaya said with a fake laughter hidden in his voice. His back was pressed against the rubbish bin and Heiwajima was standing right in front of him, so close, he could feel the blond's hot breath; there was no way for him to escape. He couldn't just yell for help, either; there was probably no chance for anyone to hear him.
„This is the end, you fucking louse”, the blond growled, flashing his white teeth in a self-satisfied smile. Izaya really liked that expression of Heiwajima's - it reminded him of a cute kitty which spotted its prey for the first time.
„You don't say”, Orihara mocked using his best innocent voice. If he was going to get hit, he could as well try to make the blond as pissed off as possible.
Orihara blinked, when a sound of someone coming reached his ears; luckily, Shizuo was too busy reading his fist for a face-smashing hit to notice it. Thanks to that, Izaya saw the newcomer first; it was Tom, with a bag of garbage in his hands - it was that guy Shizuo hanged out with, he recalled - and a sly smile appeared on his lips.
He had an idea.
His hand quickly reached for Heiwajima's back, wrapping iself around the blond's waist. Orihara pulled him closer, smashing their bodies together and making Shizuo's eyes widen with surprise.
Izaya's head titled to the left, revealing his pretty, slim, white neck. He put a dazed look on his face and moaned loudly, sensually, succesfully capturing the attention of Tom, who automatically turned his head into the direction of two men.
Orihara, acting as if he didn't know about his presence, rubbed his body against Shizuo, making him gasp from surprise. While Heiwajima was trying to process what the hell had just happened, his hands wrapped around the blond's back possessively.
Orihara could almost hear the loud bang sound when the poor Tom's jaw hit the pavement.
Heiwajima's similar reaction soon followed when he finally noticed his employer.
A long, painful moment of silence followed; Shizuo, flushed red from embarrassment, was still half-clinging to Izaya, who, in return, was grinning at the shocked passerby. Orihara could almost see Heiwajima's thoughts when he tried to imagine what his employer was thinking, looking at them from his point of view.
Tom's reaction was more than enough of an answer. Without a word, the wide-eyed man slowly turned around, and, to the Izaya's endless amusement, left the alley, almost colliding with a trash bin along the way.
Even after Tom had left, petrified Shizuo was still too surprised to move and Izaya used it to his advantage. He untangled himself from the blond and swiftly escaped from his clutches. Izaya retreated quickly to the other end of the alley, a smug smile plastered onto his lips.
Heiwajima stared at his mortal enemy with a pure disbelief, and his face looked so hilarious and cute, Orihara couldn't help himself, he had to send him a flying kiss. The blond almost automatically winced, and a wild laughter escaped Orihara's mouth, echoing through the streets of Ikebukuro.
Shizuo's wild scream of anger soon followed.
Unfortunately for a poor, confused Tom, who was already close to a heart attack, it sounded somewhat ambiguous.
Re: In which Shizuo panics a lot [14/14]
anonymous
May 17 2010, 00:00:04 UTC
XD Perfect ending was perfect. Izaya was the exact mixture of Adorable and Utter Bastard that makes me love his character so much. You, dear author-(kind of)anon, are fantastic.
Re: In which Shizuo panics a lot [14/14]
anonymous
July 21 2012, 11:23:38 UTC
Even if the "Orihara/Heiwajima did this/that" kinda annoyed me (you should simply say Izaya or Shizuo) it was awesome! I love that you didn't make them sleep together so abruptly, and that Izaya was such a tease and not a desperately crying uke wants sex kind.
Shizuo almost winced when his brain decided to show him an image of a certain part of his body that was more likely to become - maybe not as cool, but at least as hard as cucumber if Izaya's show of cuteness was about to continue.
Heiwajima didn't like it. Didn't like it at all. He especially didn't like it when Orihara moved himself on top of Shizuo's body and positioned his head close to the blond's face, so close, he could feel his hot breath.
„Let's do something together”, Orihara whispered, making the blond's mouth go dry, and he knew he was already enjoying the feeling of the bastard's body so close to his own.
Heiwajima closed his eyes, and after a while, he opened them again, staring at the drunken and flushed Izaya. „No”, the blond said said simply, and Orihara blinked from surprise.
Shizuo gasped when the louse's face moved even closer to his own. „Why?”, Izaya asked, and behind his unfocused stare, Heiwajima could see he was a bit hurt. However, this didn't mean he wasn't still trying to make the blond more aroused than he already was - Orihara sat down on Shizuo's stomach, dangerously close to his hips, looking at him with question in his eyes.
„Because you'd regret it tomorrow. Well, I'd regret it too, of course, er. No, I mean, I'm regretting it right now, since I'm actually sober - No wait, I'll regret it in a moment, 'cause we didn't - Oh screw that, whatever, there will be regrets”, Heiwajima babbled, his face red, and his pants a bit too tight for his own comfort.
Izaya moved closer to the blond, devilish sparkles visible in his eyes. „Ssssooo, you mean... If I wasn't drunk, you'd like to have sex with me?”, Orihara asked innocently, staring at Heiwajima with expression Shizuo had never seen on his face before.
The blond hesitated. Why was he actually considering this, dammit, wasn't the answer obvious? „I... Maybe”, was all he managed to say, and the moment those words left his lips, a strange feeling hit him. It was the truth. He wasn't just telling this to the bastard because he wanted him to shut up. Congratulations, self. You are officially fucked u-
Shizuo probably would've scolded himself mentally some more, if not for Izaya's lips suddenly and kind of awkwardly touching his mouth.
The blond froze. His mind started spinning, and he briefly wondered if he should respond somehow, push the bastard away - or maybe kiss him back, hell, why not - but before he managed to do something, Izaya pulled away and with a sigh, snuggled himself to shocked Heiwajima.
A second of almost painful silence later, Orihara was already snoring cutely.
Shizuo let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, his eyes glued to the ceiling. His mind was desperately trying to process what the hell had just happened, but the only conclusion he could draw was that Izaya had kissed him.
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Heiwajima moved a little bit, trying not to wake up the snuggling, confusing bastard, and looked at the face which was laying so close to his own. Izaya's hair was messy, his face flushed, and a small stream of saliva was dripping from his mouth.
Really, now. This was the face of a bastard that managed to get him all flushed up and bothered?
Shizuo smiled a bit despite himself, and, after a while of hesitation, he put his arm on Orihara's back. He slowly moved his hand up and down Izaya's spine, feeling his hot skin even through the material of his shirt. Orihara mumbled something and moved closer to him, his warm breath on Heiwajima's neck.
The whole situation was, well, impossible. Almost hilariously so. And the blond realized he didn't mind it one bit.
With a sigh of resignation, Shizuo snuggled closer to Izaya's small, warm body.
*****
A loud sound of something hard hitting a solid surface pierced Shizuo's ears, making him wince a little. „Are you sure that you are alright?”, the blond asked for the tenth time, sighing loudly when Izaya's muffled and totally incomprehensible reply came from the inside of his bathroom.
Heiwajima kind of expected that the morning after the awkward evening would be weird. However, he had thought it would be more like this: Izaya would wake up, find himself snuggled up to his mortal enemy, and then they would proceed to gouging out each other's eyes with spoons durning the breakfast.
What had happened however was a bit different: Orihara had indeed woken up, but then had mumbled something incomprehensible, and almost stomping over half-sleeping Shizuo, thrown himself into the bathroom. He had been sitting there for about an hour now, and Heiwajima didn't even want to think about the state of his toilet.
Well, the blond couldn't really complain. After all, this was a perfect kind of a hilarious blackmail material, especially since Izaya probably had nothing on him. He was pretty sure that the bastard would not remember anything he had done or heard yesterday, including Shizuo's more-than-embarrassing lines.
Heiwajima's inner, mean self smiled in an evil way - he was so going to tease the louse about this morning for the rest of his days.
Shizuo smiled a bit when the door to his bathroom finally opened, revealing a very pale Izaya. He looked at Heiwajima, who was grinning, and before the blond managed to comment his state, the louse's mouth opened. „Shut up, Shizu-chan”, Orihara mumbled, and then, to Heiwajima's surprise, flashed him a big, bright smile.
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Shizuo's face went blank.
The louse smiled innocently. „What noooow. I hope you still remember that thing you said to me last night?”, Orihara purred while nonchalantly leaning towards the blond, who suddenly started to feel like a tiny chicken in front of a tiger.
Heiwajima was pretty sure he started sweating. The louse was obviously bluffing, right?
„W-what do you mean, you bastard?”, the blond asked, deciding it was for the best to fake surprise. Izaya giggled a bit at that, and slowly moved away from Shizuo. The bastard turned around and with a big grin started walking towards the door, slowly and sensually shaking his hips along the way.
This is bad, Heiwajima thought, his eyes glued to Izaya's pretty backside when he leaned a bit in front of the genkan.
Orihara sat down and casually picked his shoes from the floor. „My, Shizu-chan, you naughty boy, do you really want me to remind you what you said last night?”, Izaya almost purred and Shizuo's anger-meter with a loud „ding!” appeared in his mind.
„I have. No. Idea. What you're talking about”, Heiwajima said slowly, trying not to look at Orihara, who was now putting on his shoes using some exotic technique that required lots of ass-shaking.
„Well, well. I was the one who was drunk, Shizu-chan. And yet, you are the one with serious holes in your memory”, Izaya said with a smile, and then stood up, got his jacket from the hanger and started doing weird things with it that had more to do with striptease than the actual getting-dressed-routine. „Because, you know, I remember everything.”
Shizuo heart almost stopped. „W-W-What do you mean, you remember everything? You were so drunk you could barely stand!”, Heiwajima yelled, hoping that he didn't sound like a panicked wimp, because he totally wasn't already acting like one, hell no.
A devilish smile appeared on Izaya's face. „Well, you knooow. It's true that I get drunk really fast. But. It is also true that I recover from my not-so-sober state even faster”, Orihara explained, looking at his nails with fascination.
Shizuo's smile told him he hadn't got it.
„Well. What I mean is, by the time we got to your apartment, I was barely tipsy”, Izaya added, looking with satisfaction at Heiwajima's face, whose expression was slowly changing from „huh” state to „what the hell” state. Heehee.
Finally, the blond exploded. „What the HELL are you talking about”, Shizuo shouted, his expression full of anger, and white teeth showing. Scary. „I mean, that's impossible! You wanted to... with me... and you kind of... snuggled up to me - You did all this intentionally? On freakin' purpose?”
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Orihara was still laughing when Heiwajima growled and with a roar, threw himself on Izaya. The blond was not only angry now, he was also blushing fiercely. Awww.
Orihara easily evaded the living bullet of rage and reached for his knife. „You bastard, I'll fucking kill you”, Shizuo announced, looking at amused Izaya with a murderous intent hidden in his eyes.
„Can we leave the „kill” part and go with the „fucking” alone, hm?”, Izaya asked innocently and this was the moment Shizuo lost it. With an angry roar, he launched himself on Orihara and made him back off until his back met with the door to his apartment.
Izaya's reactions were quick; he swiftly reached for the door handle and a second later, he was already outside of Heiwajima's house, the blond's angry shouts following after him. Orihara snorted to himself when Shizuo, still roaring, jumped from the stairs and tried to catch him in a bear-like hug.
He missed a few centimeters and Izaya giggled at that, his feet ready for a good, exhausting chase. The blond growled at him and second later, both men were already at it, running past the terrified crowds of people who commuted to their work.
„My, Shizu-chan, you are so fast! I bet you are using up that energy you decided to save yesterday”, Orihara shouted while humming something happily to the melody of Shizuo's angry roars. Both men were running through less-crowded streets of Ikebukuro now and Izaya fluttered his eyelashes when he noticed a very happy Erika, who was apparently fangirling his last comment.
This only made the blond growl more. Orihara „whoops”-ed at that and then dove into a small alley, Heiwajima following him closely. A second later, Izaya decided it was a bad decision - it was one of those backstreets people used to throw away trash, so there were a lot of bins and other things Shizuo loved to use as his makeshift weapons.
Orihara sighed when a loud cry of triumph escaped from the blond's mouth. Izaya almost automatically dodged (Shizu-chan was getting so predictable!) and just as he had expected, a big rubbish bin flew past him and landed on the other end of the street. It was huge and Orihara was really happy it didn't hit him -
Izaya's eyes went wide when he realized that it was Heiwajima's plan all along.
The rubbish bin was big, big enough to make it impossible to escape the narrow end of the alley with it blocking the path. Orihara slowed down in front of the obstacle, quickly turning to face the blond - and moaned when Heiwajima caught up to him and pushed him roughly against the barrier.
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„This is the end, you fucking louse”, the blond growled, flashing his white teeth in a self-satisfied smile. Izaya really liked that expression of Heiwajima's - it reminded him of a cute kitty which spotted its prey for the first time.
„You don't say”, Orihara mocked using his best innocent voice. If he was going to get hit, he could as well try to make the blond as pissed off as possible.
Orihara blinked, when a sound of someone coming reached his ears; luckily, Shizuo was too busy reading his fist for a face-smashing hit to notice it. Thanks to that, Izaya saw the newcomer first; it was Tom, with a bag of garbage in his hands - it was that guy Shizuo hanged out with, he recalled - and a sly smile appeared on his lips.
He had an idea.
His hand quickly reached for Heiwajima's back, wrapping iself around the blond's waist. Orihara pulled him closer, smashing their bodies together and making Shizuo's eyes widen with surprise.
Izaya's head titled to the left, revealing his pretty, slim, white neck. He put a dazed look on his face and moaned loudly, sensually, succesfully capturing the attention of Tom, who automatically turned his head into the direction of two men.
Orihara, acting as if he didn't know about his presence, rubbed his body against Shizuo, making him gasp from surprise. While Heiwajima was trying to process what the hell had just happened, his hands wrapped around the blond's back possessively.
Orihara could almost hear the loud bang sound when the poor Tom's jaw hit the pavement.
Heiwajima's similar reaction soon followed when he finally noticed his employer.
A long, painful moment of silence followed; Shizuo, flushed red from embarrassment, was still half-clinging to Izaya, who, in return, was grinning at the shocked passerby. Orihara could almost see Heiwajima's thoughts when he tried to imagine what his employer was thinking, looking at them from his point of view.
Tom's reaction was more than enough of an answer. Without a word, the wide-eyed man slowly turned around, and, to the Izaya's endless amusement, left the alley, almost colliding with a trash bin along the way.
Even after Tom had left, petrified Shizuo was still too surprised to move and Izaya used it to his advantage. He untangled himself from the blond and swiftly escaped from his clutches. Izaya retreated quickly to the other end of the alley, a smug smile plastered onto his lips.
Heiwajima stared at his mortal enemy with a pure disbelief, and his face looked so hilarious and cute, Orihara couldn't help himself, he had to send him a flying kiss. The blond almost automatically winced, and a wild laughter escaped Orihara's mouth, echoing through the streets of Ikebukuro.
Shizuo's wild scream of anger soon followed.
Unfortunately for a poor, confused Tom, who was already close to a heart attack, it sounded somewhat ambiguous.
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This was awesome anon, I can't even describe what I'm feeling right now. /bookmarks thread
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