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It always smelled like antiseptics at Shinra's house. At least that applied to those visits Shizuo had paid him in the time span of their friendship and most times it also smelled like blood, either Shizuo's or the blood of the poor souls he sometimes dragged to his wannabe doctor friend after more or less unwillingly beating the living shit out of them.
This time he hadn't come because of a physical wound to fix. He had just been released from hospital a few hours ago. The doctor had been surprised at his fast healing process after being strucked by a truck. So no, he wasn't here for Shinra to inspect his extraordinary healing. This time he came because of Izaya Orihara, whom he had met less than 24 hours ago and who had also tried to kill him multiple times in the last 12 hours.
He hadn't, however, expected the damn bastard to sit there, acting like he was all-innocent, getting treated by Shinra the goddamn traitor.
"Izaaaaaayaaaaa... You are deaad", he had growled but the raven boy seemed unnaturally unnerved. He even grinned the bastard. "Aw but Shizuo-chan! That would be horribly violent of you, don't you think?"
It was for the sake of Shinras flats interior that Celty was able to contain the blondes rage until Izaya finally left, after leaving one or two comments Shizuo would overhear. Otherwise he would have been willingly enough to run after the raven haired, to throw some heavy objects at him to squeeze him like the insect he was, but surely he didn't want to see his face for the rest of the day.
For the rest of my life, Shizuo thought, and this isn't what I'm here for anyway "so... Shiinrrraaaa", he grinned at the other student wo was gulping down his words, still smiling at him like he always was. But Shinra must have noticed the twitch on Shizuo's face, the way he furrowed his eyebrows in frustration and flexed his shoulders. It still reeks of the bastard in here. "Why did you introduce me to this asshole?!", Shizuo honestly wanted to know, he didn't understand it, couldn't wrap his mind around it. Someone as irritating as Izaya and him... Everybody who had functioning eyes could see that those two meeting would equal playing with matches in a room soaked in gasoline. But knowing Shinra, he probably was insane enough to watch a uncrontrolled fire up close.
"Well, you two are my best friends after all!" Shinra cheered and Shizuo couldn't believe he just called Izaya a friend. "How can you two be friends?! He is...hhngrr", Shizuo was struggling for words, "unbearrrrable."
Sinra didn't lose his smile:"We went to middleschool together. I was glad I would have both of you around me in high school! I didn't know he would react on you this way. It's always a bit of a gamble with Izaya." Shizuo huffed in a sudden breath. "I don't get it. I don't want to get it.", Shizuos cheeks slightly rose with anger and embarrassment at his own thoughts. Maybe Yes I do. The Blonde shook his head, as if it would make the memory of this day dart out of his head to crash against the nearest wall and fall on the livingroom floor to die. "It's late, Shinra. I'm leaving.", he rushed to the door, hesitated: "Ah goodbye, Celty!" and with that he left.
On the following day in school, Shizuo was being cautious. The bad feeling hadn't left him since yesterday. It followed him to bed and waited for him in the morning. He didn't even know if he wanted to avoid Izaya or find him already, to make him pay. But he hadn't seen him all day in class, the seat in front of him and next to Shinra always empty.
By the time it rang for lunch break, Shizuo allowed himself to relax. As he didn't see him in the cafeteria, Shizuo figured, Izaya must have been absent from school all day.
Shinra waved him over to introduce him to another one of his acquaintances. The guy didn't wear the school's uniform, just like Izaya but he had a seriousness about him, an almost grumpy expression. Shizuo decided that he liked this guy, with him being the first normal person he met in this school. Kyouhei Kadota was the name of the other student. Shizuo was so happy. Haven't seen the bastard all day! Met someone reasonable! It was as if whatever gods had granted him his wish of one day in peace.
The three classmates ate mostly in silence. Shizuo drank his milk, Kadota ate his rice and Shinra was on his phone, probably texting with or about his crush. Everything was peaceful until Kadota slowly raised his head and starred at something, irritated. Do I have something on my face? Shizuo asked himself and finally Shinra, while continuing to grin lighthearted explained: "Oh I forget to mention... Izaya said he would join us for lunch today"
He hadn't even looked up from his phone but Shizuo tensed at the mention of his name and suddenly he felt the itching irritation all over his body. The alarming feeling that something was of, that something dangerous was right behind him, sharp breath hunting down his spine. He hadn't needed to turn around since Izaya suddenly appeared in the chair right next to him, quiet enough to mentally make him flinch a bit.
Izaya had a book hugged around his chest and used his other hand to support his head. With the way he let his fragile shoulders sag he looked like a flirtatious school girl. Wait what. He looked straight at Shizuo and he wondered if the dark-haired one knew it was enough to drive him insane. When he greeted them it sounded like an insult, though. "Dota-chin, Shizuo-chaaan", he lowered his eyelids and gave Shinra a side glance and an acknowledging crooked smile, without turning away from Shizuo who, by now, was starting to tighten the grip on his chopsticks and fantasized about were to stab the boy next to him first.
"Are you not feeling well, Shizuo-cha -" "What the hell do you want from me?!" Shizuo roared and caught the attention of a handful of students around them. He shut his eyes and let the chopsticks land on the table, to use his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose and to rub his eyes with. Go away, go away he pleaded but when he opened his eyes Izaya was still there, grinning and showing off the perfectly straight set of teeth Shizuo wanted to just kick in.
"Guys, guys please. Let's try to all get along" Shinra interfered and Shizuo saw pure disgust spread across the features of Izaya's face. Next he leaned back in his chair and pulled his leg up to rest his shin against the edge of the table. "I'm behaving", he stated thru high-pitched sarcasm like he didn't even try to hide the fact that he clearly was not. "Anyway...", he took a deep breath, "as I was trying to say... You want to know what I want from you? What I wanted to know, Shizu-o-chan is that..."
He smirked at Shizuo as he tilted his head in his direction "Are you a natural blonde?" It meant to annoy him, Shizuo knew. He obviously wasn't a natural blonde. Can't this guy make sense for once?
"You make me want to choke you-" Shizuo muttered to himself but everyone at the table could hear it anyway. "Woaah Shizuo-chan", Izaya staged a long inhale, "You're lucky I'm not into stuff like that or I'd be veeery turned on right now". Before speaking, Shizuo noted, he really should have thought about how his words would sound to an asshole like Izaya. Heat rose through him and his rage made him jump on his feet. Banging his fists on the table he glared at he boy under him with a murderous grin. Izaya realized it was time to run, run fast, so he threw the book he had with him at Shinra who caught it despite looking at his phone and darted to the entrance of the cafeteria. Shizuo saw the flash of black race through the mass of dark blue uniforms while Shizuo dumbed into atleast 8 people on the way ot.
As he finally got to the door he could he the other disappear behind a corner and quickly sprinted down the empty hallway to catch Izaya. He is faster than he looks, Shizuo pants, maybe it's because he's more aerodynamic or something. They ran after each other for a while. Hall after hall passing Shizuo always shifted between almost catching Izaya and almost letting him get out of sight.
At some point the chased started to throw trash cans in the way for Shizuo to run into. He must start getting tired. Shizuo ran even faster and before he had realized it they were on the top floor of the school and Izaya was obviously running to the door that led to the roof. What was he planning?
He crossed the corner and saw Izaya, cursing under his uneven breath and kicking against the door that must be locked. He quickly noticed Shizuo approach and flung around, one hand hiding behind his back. Shizuo suspected the switchblade to be hidden there. The blonde came nearer regardless. "Seems like you're trapped, you flea." he grinned at the small victory. After being taken by surprise twice, it was nice to finally have the upper hand. He caught Izaya's gaze fly past him, the other obviously calculating his chance of escape as Shizuo leapt forward. The blade did indeed appear, but this time Shizuo expected it and was only brushed slightly on the arm by it as he catched hold of the smaller boys thin wrist.
He pulled him towards the wall behind them and Izaya tried to kick him in the guts, all playfulness vanishing from his expression as Shizuo punched him in the side and took advantage of the moment Izaya needed to catch his breath to push the hunching figure against the wall. With one hand he firmly held Izayas left thrist above his head and used his right arm to pinch the raven against the wall by his throat. What he hadn't expected was Izaya to pull out a second knife with his non-dominant hand to hold it against the side of Shizuos neck.
Despite being trapped Izaya still looked murderous, a knife in each hand and grinning up at him. He did a good job at looking calm but Shizuo could feel his rapid pulse press firm against his own skin. Izaya took a deep breath while scanning the teeth-clenching blonde's face. "Have I really earned being choked by you this easily? It's true what they say about blondes..." he broke off after Shizuo actually pressed down harder, making him gag. "Hurry up if you really want to do this" Izaya kept his voice low and Shizuo realized how close they were.
Their foreheads were almost touching and he could see for the first time see the crimson glow in the dark-haired boys eyes. They were captivating and reminded shizuo of rubies, and of blood. I fucking hate violence.
The two enemies stared at eachother like a challenge. First one to look away, first one to die. Shizuo hadn't heard the footsteps down the hall until Izaya noted without even breaking eye contact: "Seems like we have company" Shizuo wrinkled his arm to block the boy's arm with his elbow and turned his head to see if a teacher would interrupt them.
It was a student who came slumping down the hall and came to an halt then he noticed what he believed to be his classmates pressed against each other in a dark corner. He recognized Heiwajima Orihara, then. Realizing this he yelped and jumped to stumble backwards, almost falling over his own feet and ran away as fast as he could.
"Fascinating..." Izaya mumbled and let his narrowed eyes rest on the spot the terrified student had stood on a second ago. Then he rolled his right hand out of the insecure grip and stabbed Shizuo in the left hand, making him unwillingly let go of Izaya's other hand. While Shizuo pressed his bleeding one against his shirt, smearing little blood all over himself Izaya took the chance to duck under Shizuo's arm and ran away from the corner. He almost caught the damn flea by the jacket but the other was again, faster than he would have expected.