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PART 8

May 06, 2011 14:06

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Habits (1/3) anonymous May 31 2011, 23:55:56 UTC

It was during one of those brief, rare times when both Shizuo and Izaya were exhausted from the chase and slumped against opposing alley walls, blood still pumping through their veins like some sort of drug, that Izaya first brought it up.

“I’ve figured out a new way to break you, Shizu-chan.”

“Gonna set one of your shitty gangs on me again, flea? Seems like it’s one of your fuckin’ habits now.”

“No-- I’m going to make you fall in love and then break your heart.”

“Using who? I ain’t got any girls I’m interested in.”

“Using me,” Izaya clarified.

And that was what started it all.

-

They were back on the chase within the next day, wild and exhilarating and free and everything they were used to, Shizuo’s roar echoing throughout the streets and Izaya’s laughter forming a chilling duet of anger and glee.

“My, Shizu-chan, you’re making such a mess!” He called over his shoulder as he dodged yet another flying trash can, twirling around the path of a vending machine.

“Call me crazy; I was born to make a mess,” Shizuo sneered in response, pure rage flowing unhindered through his body, starting right down from his toes (fueling his feet), up through his stomach (fueling his heaving lungs), and all the way up to his brain (stopping all thought besides killkillkillkillkill), creating a set orchestra that defined the very existence of the Fortissimo of Ikebukuro.

Izaya tripped for the first time, and Shizuo knew that it was on purpose because it had the blonde crashing down on top of him in a position that was no so unlike another, earning an irritatingly smug expression from the bastard beneath him as blood rushed to Shizuo’s cheeks.

And somehow, somehow, Izaya still managed to get away.

-

Shizuo was trying to do his job, trying to ignore the pest that had been skipping behind him and humming for the past ten minutes (he supposed that was an accomplishment in itself; he’d never been able to ignore Izaya for more than ten seconds and he doesn’t want a repeat of last time), but the flea just kept flouncing along, stopping to exclaim at times how much he loves someone’s outfit, or hat, or hair, or anything.

“I love humans,” Izaya sighed blissfully, “but you know, Shizu-chan, I really love you.”

Shizuo stopped dead in his tracks and turned around. Tom didn’t notice and continued walking, too thankful that Izaya was finally getting farther away to check around for Shizuo, but it didn’t bother the blonde much. He would’ve done exactly the same thing if not for what Izaya had just said.

“Bullshit. You hate me and you fucking know it,” Shizuo argued, wishing Izaya would just take those words back before they actually had an effect on him. It’s the first time that word love has been directed towards him from the flea’s lips.
But Izaya only smiled, “How long till your surrender?” and then threw back his head to chuckle madly, unable to even keep up the façade for that particular lie. Of course it was too silly and too utterly impossible.

-

“What if your shit plan backfires on you?” Shizuo asked after he’d banged down Izaya’s door for the third time that week, watching Izaya pick it up and attempt to put it back into place with animalistic satisfaction.

“You’re lonely. I’m not. It’s not part of the equation,” explained Izaya confidently, giving up on setting his door back up, choosing instead to jot down on a sticky note that Namie should go to buy him another one when she got back.

“Do I need to tell you again? How honestly I’m on my own, and happier to be alone?”

“But everything I do alone has every bit of you,” Izaya replied innocently, and this time it had definitely been rehearsed. Shizuo cursed the flush of embarrassment that rose to his face, loathing towards the information broker increased tenfold with just the realization that if he wanted to, Izaya could make him believe that he actually had feelings for him.

It bothered him to no end.

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