Almost Animalistic, Isn't It?
Pairing: Shizaya
Summary: Shizaya - cat and mouse, chaser and the chased. Why do they keep this vicious cycle up?
Genre: Romance
Rating: T
Word Count: less than a thousand
Status: Complete, oneshot
This was written probably a year ago, right after I started watching Durarara!!! It's the only Shizaya I have, and ever will, write, but I am fond of it.
It's always been a game of cat and rat with them. Shizuo would scrabble after him, throwing signs, trash bins, whatever he could at Izaya, who simply skipped away, singing "Shizu-chan!~" at the top of his rat-bastard lungs and brandishing that knife, that god damned same knife he'd had back when they'd first met. Sometimes Simon would interrupt, other times that Masaomi kid and his little black haired companion. Celty just shook her head - helmet, same difference - at him and typed out more than once "Why don't you just end the game?"
He'd never had a real answer for her, and she knew it.
So it wasn't a great surprise when one day, he took her advice.
"Shizu-chan~"
Do...not...react... he chanted. His fists were pulled at his sides, the veins along his face popping out. His teeth dug into his cigarette, releasing an even fouler taste than normal as they pierced through the flimsy end. Good. It was a much needed distraction.
"Shizu-chan, why don't you come out to plaaaaayyyy?~"
That irritating son of a bi-! Shizuo, already realizing his limits, darted into the crowd, away from Izaya, away from the chase, away from his dear rat-bastard.
Of course, being the pain in the ass he was and all, Izaya didn't take kindly to being ignored and, on feet as every bit as lithe and agile as a true rat, he caught up to the blonde as he entered a back alley. "Why are you ignoring me Shizu-chan?" he called out, trapping Shizuo between the festering garbage and barrels of god only knew what.
Perfect. This wasn't what he had planned when he'd turned his back, but Shizuo figured, that's what I get for turning my back on a rat.
Izaya was still wearing that stupid fur lined jacket and he was still in his bartending outfit. Izaya still carried the same damn knife and Shizuo still exerted the same damn strength. Izaya still claimed to hate him, telling him so when he didn't answer and his anger still flared at the unflattering nickname and the way Izaya was getting closer and closer. They were still cat and rat, and they were still hopelessly locked in the chase, but the roles were blurring, and Shizuo finally found that Izaya, despite all of his sneaky, backstabbing, self-preserving bull - was more than just a rat.
After all, could a rat push him up against a brick wall and ravish his mouth?
"That's what you get for ignoring me, Shizu-chan. Don't forget!" And like the - partial - rat he was, he slunk back off into the shadows again, his cackles echoing back to Shizuo, still leaning up against the wall.
The next day Shizuo couldn't help but wonder if Celty knew what was happening because he was greeted with an "I told you so" and nothing more before she raced off to meet Shinra for a date, cat helmet and shadow catsuit and all.
Puffing on a fresh cigarette, he smirked - Izaya, rat-bastard extraordinaire, could never be tempted by a mere cat or Celty would have been his choice. No, the rat wanted him, and Shizuo seemed, at the moment, more like a dog.
He loyally chased the rat, panted and drooled, and at the end of the day still came when he was called.
Dog it was.