Amaranthine 7/8
anonymous
January 12 2012, 16:52:36 UTC
“What the fuck is it to you, Flea?” Shizuo snarled at him. School would get so very boring once Shizuo left - how on earth was he supposed to keep himself entertained without the challenge of puzzling out The Monster’s bizarre behaviour to keep him occupied? “And why the hell should I tell you? Huh? Like I need you following me around and pissing me off there, too.”
Izaya bristled at the implication. It was Shizuo who had chased him all over the school grounds today; Shizuo who tracked him through the streets of Ikebukuro like a hound.
But,a voice that sounded alarmingly like Shinra’s chimed in his mind, interrupting his thoughts. You’re the one who always provokes him into it. Just like today; it had been amusing to see the monster so jumpy throughout the ceremony in the hall, but Izaya knew that despite how harried he’d been in the morning if Izaya hadn’t thrown that first knife at the blond Shizuo would likely have just continued on to his classroom to collect his diploma and gone home. And that would have infuriated Izaya more than anything else - he wouldn’t stand for being ignored.
The bell rang, signalling the end of the school day (shortened because of the graduation ceremony) and Izaya used the momentary distraction caused by the commotion as students filtered out into the courtyard to whip a knife out of his pocket. Movements lightning quick, he slashed at Shizuo’s chest in what he knew to be the first frontal attack of the blond’s day, tearing the blazer’s front and snagging the piece of material he wanted. As Shizuo grabbed at his shoulder to shove him away, his other hand had made its way up to Shizuo’s collar, gripping it firmly as he glared up at the other. “It doesn’t matter where you go Shizu-chan; don’t think for a second that you can get away from me.”
Izaya tugged, pulling Shizuo forwards until their mouths met - he swallowed the growl that he could tell had been building up in the other’s throat and revelled in the widening of honeyed eyes as they collided in a very different way to usual. The hand on the blond’s collar moved to hook around his neck and bring the taller boy closer to him. Izaya bit the other’s lip, taking advantage of the gasp it induced to slip his tongue across to meet Shizuo’s as they fought for dominance. Shizuo’s arms had moved down to frame Izaya’s waist and press him against the wall, only pulling back when breathing became a necessity. He stared down at Izaya, brows furrowed and Izaya probably would have pulled him down again if he hadn’t recognised the voices approaching them from the other side of their wall. Instead, he slipped out of Shizuo’s grasp while he was still confused and tugged his prize off his blade to wave the small scrap of material back at the blond before skipping away. “Thank you so much for the button, Shizuo-senpai. I’ll be sure to treasure it.”
Izaya bristled at the implication. It was Shizuo who had chased him all over the school grounds today; Shizuo who tracked him through the streets of Ikebukuro like a hound.
But,a voice that sounded alarmingly like Shinra’s chimed in his mind, interrupting his thoughts. You’re the one who always provokes him into it. Just like today; it had been amusing to see the monster so jumpy throughout the ceremony in the hall, but Izaya knew that despite how harried he’d been in the morning if Izaya hadn’t thrown that first knife at the blond Shizuo would likely have just continued on to his classroom to collect his diploma and gone home. And that would have infuriated Izaya more than anything else - he wouldn’t stand for being ignored.
The bell rang, signalling the end of the school day (shortened because of the graduation ceremony) and Izaya used the momentary distraction caused by the commotion as students filtered out into the courtyard to whip a knife out of his pocket. Movements lightning quick, he slashed at Shizuo’s chest in what he knew to be the first frontal attack of the blond’s day, tearing the blazer’s front and snagging the piece of material he wanted. As Shizuo grabbed at his shoulder to shove him away, his other hand had made its way up to Shizuo’s collar, gripping it firmly as he glared up at the other. “It doesn’t matter where you go Shizu-chan; don’t think for a second that you can get away from me.”
Izaya tugged, pulling Shizuo forwards until their mouths met - he swallowed the growl that he could tell had been building up in the other’s throat and revelled in the widening of honeyed eyes as they collided in a very different way to usual. The hand on the blond’s collar moved to hook around his neck and bring the taller boy closer to him. Izaya bit the other’s lip, taking advantage of the gasp it induced to slip his tongue across to meet Shizuo’s as they fought for dominance. Shizuo’s arms had moved down to frame Izaya’s waist and press him against the wall, only pulling back when breathing became a necessity. He stared down at Izaya, brows furrowed and Izaya probably would have pulled him down again if he hadn’t recognised the voices approaching them from the other side of their wall. Instead, he slipped out of Shizuo’s grasp while he was still confused and tugged his prize off his blade to wave the small scrap of material back at the blond before skipping away. “Thank you so much for the button, Shizuo-senpai. I’ll be sure to treasure it.”
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