Continuation 1
anonymous
February 4 2010, 05:08:09 UTC
*Extreme crack ahead. The smut comes later*
Izaya remained sitting in the alley for a while, enjoying his afterglow. He cleaned the bottle and screwed the cork back on. He stretched and yawned, realizing that he had stayed up all night and well into the morning. Nothing new but Izaya felt a bit tired despite his high spirits. He gingerly walked away from the alley, humming a tune. It was very refreshing to be able to walk the Ikebukuro streets without having to keep watch out for vending machines hurling in his direction or crazy bullies mowing him down at any corner. He spotted a familiar face and picked up his pace, a wicked idea forming in his very wicked mind. “Kida-kun! Good morning!” Izaya liked Kida. Because Kida was afraid of him but always did his best to look chirpy as a camouflage. Izaya thought that it was a highly interesting coping device. “Good morning, Orihara-san! How are you in this fine day?” “Not too bad, not too bad. Oh and hi there, Mikado-kun.” The person in question flinched and looked around as if for a prompt. Here was another fun one. “Go-ood morning, Ori-hara-san.” “You boys on your way to school?” “Yeah! And then we’re going to hit the arcade. Right, Mikado?” “Sure…” Izaya had to hand it out to Kida, he knew how to keep his cool. “Great. Sorry I can’t join you. But hey, I got a gift for you.” With his best smile Izaya presented the bottle. Mikado stepped behind Kida who took it from Izaya without much hesitation. “Thanks a bunch, Orihara-san!” “Kida, we can’t have that! It’s alcohol…” Izaya burst out laughing. “Heh, your righteous friend is right, Kida-kun. I actually wanted someone to deliver this to Shizu-chan. He’s having a rough time. I’m sure you can do it for me, right?” Kida hesitated momentarily and Mikado piped into very softly. “But we’ll be late for school…” Izaya pouted in mock sadness. “But Mikado-kun, I thought we were friends. And friends help each other, out? Unfortunately I have errands to run and things to do. I was hoping that my pals would give me a hand in this…guess I was wrong and we aren’t friends.” Kida stepped in with another one billion yen smile perfectly plastered on his face. “Sure, we’d more than happy to help! No problem, Orihara-san! Leave it up to your humble servant.” Without a doubt Kida was a world of fun. “I’ll be counting on you, then. And please tell Shizu-chan that I am very sorry and that I’ll pay for the laundry bill. He’ll know what I mean.” “Right!” Kida took the bottle, knowing that there was a catch to this but all too aware that if he did not obey Izaya would be cross. And that was something he did not want to see. “Wonderful. Before you go, word with you Kida-kun.” Izaya wrapped an arm around the boy’s shoulder and pulled him in, speaking into his ear. “Now, Kida-kun. You’re a smart fellow. But if you’re planning to put the moves on country kid there you better hurry. Before some bad men have their way with him. Tokyo’s full of them. Just some friendly advice, know what I mean? Here’s a gift for you, I hope you know how to use it.” Izaya slipped him a condom, his conspiratorial-like attitude making him all the more conspicuous. Kida’s smile grew wan and jittery. Izaya was happy. Today was a wonderful day. It was with such bubbly thoughts that Izaya got home and flung himself on the futon, falling asleep immediately. His dream mind picked up right where conscious thoughts stopped.
Izaya was walking down Ikebukuro, just round the Sunshine building that happened to be a giant knife with a keen blade scraping the sky. The neon drew all sorts of shapes and they changed at random. He trotted happily from vending machine to vending machine, pulling a leash around Shizu’s neck which made perfect sense given that Shizu was his pet and even had dog ears to attest to. A cloud crashed against the sharp edge of the Sunshine switchblade and suddenly it was raining vodka that left Izaya’s precious jacket unblemished even as it wetted Shizu completely who barked like the doggish creature he truly was. “Shizu-chan, Shizu-chan!” The vending machine developed wings and flew about. Izaya cackled and drank up the vodka rain. Shizu whimpered in fear.
Izaya remained sitting in the alley for a while, enjoying his afterglow. He cleaned the bottle and screwed the cork back on. He stretched and yawned, realizing that he had stayed up all night and well into the morning. Nothing new but Izaya felt a bit tired despite his high spirits. He gingerly walked away from the alley, humming a tune. It was very refreshing to be able to walk the Ikebukuro streets without having to keep watch out for vending machines hurling in his direction or crazy bullies mowing him down at any corner. He spotted a familiar face and picked up his pace, a wicked idea forming in his very wicked mind.
“Kida-kun! Good morning!”
Izaya liked Kida. Because Kida was afraid of him but always did his best to look chirpy as a camouflage. Izaya thought that it was a highly interesting coping device.
“Good morning, Orihara-san! How are you in this fine day?”
“Not too bad, not too bad. Oh and hi there, Mikado-kun.”
The person in question flinched and looked around as if for a prompt. Here was another fun one.
“Go-ood morning, Ori-hara-san.”
“You boys on your way to school?”
“Yeah! And then we’re going to hit the arcade. Right, Mikado?”
“Sure…”
Izaya had to hand it out to Kida, he knew how to keep his cool.
“Great. Sorry I can’t join you. But hey, I got a gift for you.”
With his best smile Izaya presented the bottle. Mikado stepped behind Kida who took it from Izaya without much hesitation.
“Thanks a bunch, Orihara-san!”
“Kida, we can’t have that! It’s alcohol…”
Izaya burst out laughing.
“Heh, your righteous friend is right, Kida-kun. I actually wanted someone to deliver this to Shizu-chan. He’s having a rough time. I’m sure you can do it for me, right?”
Kida hesitated momentarily and Mikado piped into very softly.
“But we’ll be late for school…”
Izaya pouted in mock sadness.
“But Mikado-kun, I thought we were friends. And friends help each other, out? Unfortunately I have errands to run and things to do. I was hoping that my pals would give me a hand in this…guess I was wrong and we aren’t friends.”
Kida stepped in with another one billion yen smile perfectly plastered on his face.
“Sure, we’d more than happy to help! No problem, Orihara-san! Leave it up to your humble servant.”
Without a doubt Kida was a world of fun.
“I’ll be counting on you, then. And please tell Shizu-chan that I am very sorry and that I’ll pay for the laundry bill. He’ll know what I mean.”
“Right!”
Kida took the bottle, knowing that there was a catch to this but all too aware that if he did not obey Izaya would be cross. And that was something he did not want to see.
“Wonderful. Before you go, word with you Kida-kun.”
Izaya wrapped an arm around the boy’s shoulder and pulled him in, speaking into his ear.
“Now, Kida-kun. You’re a smart fellow. But if you’re planning to put the moves on country kid there you better hurry. Before some bad men have their way with him. Tokyo’s full of them. Just some friendly advice, know what I mean? Here’s a gift for you, I hope you know how to use it.”
Izaya slipped him a condom, his conspiratorial-like attitude making him all the more conspicuous. Kida’s smile grew wan and jittery. Izaya was happy. Today was a wonderful day.
It was with such bubbly thoughts that Izaya got home and flung himself on the futon, falling asleep immediately. His dream mind picked up right where conscious thoughts stopped.
Izaya was walking down Ikebukuro, just round the Sunshine building that happened to be a giant knife with a keen blade scraping the sky. The neon drew all sorts of shapes and they changed at random. He trotted happily from vending machine to vending machine, pulling a leash around Shizu’s neck which made perfect sense given that Shizu was his pet and even had dog ears to attest to. A cloud crashed against the sharp edge of the Sunshine switchblade and suddenly it was raining vodka that left Izaya’s precious jacket unblemished even as it wetted Shizu completely who barked like the doggish creature he truly was.
“Shizu-chan, Shizu-chan!”
The vending machine developed wings and flew about. Izaya cackled and drank up the vodka rain. Shizu whimpered in fear.
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