IZAYA IS TURNING JAPANESE 2/?
anonymous
March 8 2010, 10:58:11 UTC
“Oh, otou-san, you flatter me!” Izaya covered his cheeks with his hands, pretending to blush. Yeah, it definitely could get worse.
“I heard that, you perverted old man!” His mother ran back into the living room, hitting his father on the head with the roll of paper towel. Izaya continued to giggle at the scene.
“Ah, of course, there's only one woman that has my heart!” His father said. He grabbed the roll of paper towel from her and spun her around in his arms before quickly letting her go.
“That's right!” His mother blushed.
“Awww!!” Shizuo's blood began to boil, “Shizu-chan never says things like that to me!” Izaya sighed. I wonder why the fuck not. Shizuo bit the inside of his cheek to keep from saying anything.
“He says things like 'come back here' and 'I'll find you' to me!”
“What kind of romantic words are those, Shizuo-kun!?” His mother hit him on the head with the roll of paper towel before beginning to pat dry the milk with them. Izaya threw himself onto the sofa, pretending to cry.
“It's what s...she deserves.” Shizuo muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
“He hates me! Otou-san, okaa-san, Shizu-chan hates me!” He continued to wail. There wasn't a hell painful enough for Izaya.
“Shizuo-kun! What kind of man have I raised you to be!?” His father was angry, “Tell Izzy you love her at once!” His mother and father both looked at him. Shizuo was going to die. But Izzy first.
“I lo-lo...lo....lo...” He couldn't say it.
“Go on!” His mother urged and hit him on the head with the roll of paper towel once more, already finished cleaning the spilled milk.
“Ow!” He rubbed his head, this time was infinitely harder than the first, “Alright! I love Izzy a lot, okay!?”
“Really!?” Izaya looked up at him from the sofa, his cheeks weren't even tear-stained. Crying, my ass. Izaya jumped up, throwing himself at Shizuo, “I love you too!!” Izaya cried out. Shizuo's entire body burned as Izaya tucked his head under the crook of his neck. He dropped the final shard of the milk bottle he had been holding. Izaya smelled like mint. It was strangely pleasing.
“Awwww!” His mother wiped a tear from her eye, “It's like when we were young!”
“Ah, yes, time sure does fly, doesn't it?” His father placed a hand on his mother's shoulder. They both stared at Shizuo and 'Izzy', smiling warmly at the touching scene.
“I'll kill you.” Shizuo's whisper was low.
“Of course.” Izaya said and smirked against Shizuo's neck, he snuggled deep into the broad chest.
“I heard that, you perverted old man!” His mother ran back into the living room, hitting his father on the head with the roll of paper towel. Izaya continued to giggle at the scene.
“Ah, of course, there's only one woman that has my heart!” His father said. He grabbed the roll of paper towel from her and spun her around in his arms before quickly letting her go.
“That's right!” His mother blushed.
“Awww!!” Shizuo's blood began to boil, “Shizu-chan never says things like that to me!” Izaya sighed. I wonder why the fuck not. Shizuo bit the inside of his cheek to keep from saying anything.
“He says things like 'come back here' and 'I'll find you' to me!”
“What kind of romantic words are those, Shizuo-kun!?” His mother hit him on the head with the roll of paper towel before beginning to pat dry the milk with them. Izaya threw himself onto the sofa, pretending to cry.
“It's what s...she deserves.” Shizuo muttered, crossing his arms over his chest.
“He hates me! Otou-san, okaa-san, Shizu-chan hates me!” He continued to wail. There wasn't a hell painful enough for Izaya.
“Shizuo-kun! What kind of man have I raised you to be!?” His father was angry, “Tell Izzy you love her at once!” His mother and father both looked at him. Shizuo was going to die. But Izzy first.
“I lo-lo...lo....lo...” He couldn't say it.
“Go on!” His mother urged and hit him on the head with the roll of paper towel once more, already finished cleaning the spilled milk.
“Ow!” He rubbed his head, this time was infinitely harder than the first, “Alright! I love Izzy a lot, okay!?”
“Really!?” Izaya looked up at him from the sofa, his cheeks weren't even tear-stained. Crying, my ass. Izaya jumped up, throwing himself at Shizuo, “I love you too!!” Izaya cried out. Shizuo's entire body burned as Izaya tucked his head under the crook of his neck. He dropped the final shard of the milk bottle he had been holding. Izaya smelled like mint. It was strangely pleasing.
“Awwww!” His mother wiped a tear from her eye, “It's like when we were young!”
“Ah, yes, time sure does fly, doesn't it?” His father placed a hand on his mother's shoulder. They both stared at Shizuo and 'Izzy', smiling warmly at the touching scene.
“I'll kill you.” Shizuo's whisper was low.
“Of course.” Izaya said and smirked against Shizuo's neck, he snuggled deep into the broad chest.
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