Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2012 21:45:00 GMT -5
Maybe he was just lonely.
Whenever he seemed to think nobody was noticing, Izaya was always sneaking off and apparently trying to isolate himself, right before Shinra would notice and take off after him. Shizuo would watch, five days of seven, trying not to say anything or pretending not to care.
It was true, though. It seemed like if he left the flea alone, he would just isolate himself and not bother anybody, Shizuo included. On several occasions, he even tried convincing Shinra to not go off looking for him, even if it didn't seem to do a lick of good, because "Izaya's still my friend, he needs to talk to somebody." It was like a constant chorus, the only lyrics to a song that only Shinra and Izaya seemed to know, and it kind of pissed Shizuo off. Shinra was a nice person with, yeah, his own problems, but he never really deserved to be stuck dealing with somebody like Orihara fucking Izaya. Nobody deserved to deal with the kind of pressure that had to exist merely by being that asshole's friend.
That was why one day, when Izaya slowed his steps and started to break himself off from the herd that was himself, Shinra, Shizuo, and Kadota, Shizuo waited until Izaya turned around to walk away before he turned a 180 and followed.
Maybe Izaya was just lonely. That had to be why he never bothered getting close to anybody but Shinra, because he didn't know how.
Shizuo opened the door to the empty classroom and watched Izaya, sitting on the windowsill and watching the clouds roll on by. He didn't say anything as Shizuo walked in; he didn't even look at him. But Shizuo had already resolved to not leave until he had Izaya with him.
Not a single word was said between the two. Izaya blinked up, red eyes clearly shocked to see brown ones staring back at him, threatening quietly, but there wasn't a quip that made it through the censor in Izaya's brain.
And it was silent like that, just the two of them, staring at each other as a blush slowly crept up Shizuo's cheeks and he had to look away. He'd never admit that Izaya was handsome.
Soon, it whenever Izaya was giving way to his depression and wanting to hide, it was Shizuo following him. It became routine, in a twisted way, it made them inseparable, and Izaya, whenever he was starting to feel more like himself again, only forced the fights to escalate, get worse.
It sucked, and the more that Shizuo followed him, the worse it got once Izaya was back to himself. Shinra only smiled quietly, never explaining himself, but clearly knowing everything, the whole, unwritten story.
Yet, Shizuo still followed. He followed each time, and never once did they speak a word in those private moments together, no matter what happened, whether Izaya pushed and shoved to make him leave, whether he stayed where he was, quiet...
...but eventually, one day, as an adult, Izaya finally said something, his back pressed against an alley wall that he was cornered against, hand on his throat.
he had that look, of course, the same look they had back when they were kids and were alone, the same ones that rose those emotions all over again, the feelings of needing to guard him, in case something happened.
"So how much more of your life are you going to spend chasing after me?"
Whenever he seemed to think nobody was noticing, Izaya was always sneaking off and apparently trying to isolate himself, right before Shinra would notice and take off after him. Shizuo would watch, five days of seven, trying not to say anything or pretending not to care.
It was true, though. It seemed like if he left the flea alone, he would just isolate himself and not bother anybody, Shizuo included. On several occasions, he even tried convincing Shinra to not go off looking for him, even if it didn't seem to do a lick of good, because "Izaya's still my friend, he needs to talk to somebody." It was like a constant chorus, the only lyrics to a song that only Shinra and Izaya seemed to know, and it kind of pissed Shizuo off. Shinra was a nice person with, yeah, his own problems, but he never really deserved to be stuck dealing with somebody like Orihara fucking Izaya. Nobody deserved to deal with the kind of pressure that had to exist merely by being that asshole's friend.
That was why one day, when Izaya slowed his steps and started to break himself off from the herd that was himself, Shinra, Shizuo, and Kadota, Shizuo waited until Izaya turned around to walk away before he turned a 180 and followed.
Maybe Izaya was just lonely. That had to be why he never bothered getting close to anybody but Shinra, because he didn't know how.
Shizuo opened the door to the empty classroom and watched Izaya, sitting on the windowsill and watching the clouds roll on by. He didn't say anything as Shizuo walked in; he didn't even look at him. But Shizuo had already resolved to not leave until he had Izaya with him.
Not a single word was said between the two. Izaya blinked up, red eyes clearly shocked to see brown ones staring back at him, threatening quietly, but there wasn't a quip that made it through the censor in Izaya's brain.
And it was silent like that, just the two of them, staring at each other as a blush slowly crept up Shizuo's cheeks and he had to look away. He'd never admit that Izaya was handsome.
Soon, it whenever Izaya was giving way to his depression and wanting to hide, it was Shizuo following him. It became routine, in a twisted way, it made them inseparable, and Izaya, whenever he was starting to feel more like himself again, only forced the fights to escalate, get worse.
It sucked, and the more that Shizuo followed him, the worse it got once Izaya was back to himself. Shinra only smiled quietly, never explaining himself, but clearly knowing everything, the whole, unwritten story.
Yet, Shizuo still followed. He followed each time, and never once did they speak a word in those private moments together, no matter what happened, whether Izaya pushed and shoved to make him leave, whether he stayed where he was, quiet...
...but eventually, one day, as an adult, Izaya finally said something, his back pressed against an alley wall that he was cornered against, hand on his throat.
he had that look, of course, the same look they had back when they were kids and were alone, the same ones that rose those emotions all over again, the feelings of needing to guard him, in case something happened.
"So how much more of your life are you going to spend chasing after me?"
