Secret Desires (Shizaya)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Izaya leaned against the wall outside of Shinra's apartment complex, fiddling with his flick blade. The informant knew that Shinra's experiments never usually failed, but in this case, there HAD to be some sort of mistake.

It was OBVIOUS that there was a strong hatred shared by him and Shizu-chan, as Izaya could not even walk through Ikebukuro without having a vending machine thrown at his head.

So while they were drugged, why wasn't their HATE amplified, but their . . . love?

"Strongest emotion? Tch, don't make me laugh. A monster like Shizu-chan could never love . . ." Izaya thought aloud.

But then again . . . the informant realized that last night was not the first time this . . . occurence . . . had happened.

He thought back to that Friday night, when Shizuo had had WAY too much to drink and Izaya was starting to get a little tipsy too. It had all started as a kiss, a simple pressing of the lips . . . but then it got rough. Shizuo had forced his tongue into the raven's mouth, running his tongue along the back of Izaya's teeth.

As much as he wanted to deny it, Izaya couldn't help but remember how sexy that had felt. Shizuo wasn't a half bad kisser, even while highly intoxicated!

"I wonder how many women have been granted that sensation," Izaya mumbled.

Wait . . . was he JEALOUS? No, of course not! That's absolutely preposterous! The brilliant Izaya Orihara is NEVER jealous, being so above common people. And why was he still thinking about that stupid protozoan anyways? He had work to tend to, and lovely humans to watch! It's not as if he CARED for that monster of a human. Replacing the blade in his hand with his cell phone, Izaya proceeded to call his next client and at the same time, make his way back to Shinjuku.

Work, work, work. I have no time for Shizu-chan! he thought. Instead I must devote myself to my work and my humans!

With this thought, the raven began to dig up the information for the task at hand.

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"Oi, Shizuo!" Tom called.

"Uh, what?" Shizuo replied, a bit startled.

"Man, what's with you today? You've been acting all dazed and almost looked like you're fantasizing something . . . Kinda creepy, man."

"Oh, uh, sorry, Tom . . . just kind of tired, I guess."

"Alright, alright," Tom said, putting on a sly grin. "Well it's getting kind of late. Wanna go to Russian Sushi for dinner?"

"Eh, sure why not?"

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"Please come again! Sushi still be good!" exclaimed Simon, waving to the two men.

"Man, that guy sure is passionate about his job," Tom said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah, yeah . . . " Shizuo replied, not really paying any attention to his friend.

"Shizuo, why are you so spaced out today?" Tom inquired. Suddenly, he grabbed Shizuo's chin and pulled their faces close until they were only inches apart.

"You know, if something's bothering you, I could help you forget about it."

"Tom! What are you--mmph!" Tom mashed their lips together, sending the blonde into a state of shock.

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Meanwhile, Izaya just happened to be in, walking by Russian Sushi, when he saw Shizuo and Tom. The raven was stunned.

Were they dating? Well, they must be if they're KISSING. Izaya had a tight ball in his stomach, and he felt hurt and angry.

Wait--why was he feeling hurt? There was no reason to even care about what those two were doing.

It's not like Shizuo's MY lover or anything, the informant thought, so why does it hurt so badly to watch him kiss Tom? I shouldn't even give a crap . . .

But no matter how much he denied it, Izaya could not stop the tears from forming in his eyes.

This is all so confusing! he thought before turning away from the painful display and running home. What the hell, Shizu-chan! Maybe I had the SLIGHTEST idea that I could . . . well, never mind . . . it doesn't make a difference now, right?

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Shizuo gasped as he shoved Tom away a little too hard, sending him flying into the nearest building.

"WHAT THE HELL, TOM!" he shouted in his face. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"

Tom winced from the building's contact. "I love you, Shizuo Heiwajima. I have for quite a while, actually," he confessed. "And really, I don't care if you don't feel the same way right now. Because in the end, you will. I know you will . . . "

The blonde left the man sitting on the ground to his own creepy thoughts and headed home.

What the hell just happened? he thought. Jesus, that guy has got some SERIOUS love problems.

A shiver crawled up the bodyguard's spine. And of all people . . . why me? I mean, he's like a brother to me . . . DEFINITELY not a lover. That kiss was absolutely horrendous! I wish all people tasted as good as Izaya . . . Crap! Did I just think that?! What the hell's wrong with me?! But . . . Izaya DID taste like mint chocolate, and his breath was gentle and warm. Then there was his TONGUE. Oh, that little muscle felt like it had fucking years of skill! And then his--WAIT A SECOND I SHOULDN'T BE THINKING THIS! Dammit dammit dammit dammit dammit!

Shizuo's internal argument was suddenly interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone.

Blocked number.

He snapped open the phone,"Yeah?"

"Hello, Shizu-chan," replied an annoyingly recognizable voice.

"Flea! How the hell'd you get my number?"

"Please, Shizu-chan. I'm an information broker. Finding a simple phone number is a cinch."

"Well, whatever, that's not the point! Why the hell are you calling me?"

There was a pause at the other end of the line.

" . . . I have an idea . . . to make sure we don't . . . um, have good feelings toward each other . . ."

Shizuo's heart stopped. So Izaya had been having these thoughts too? He had been thinking about HIM?

"Shizu-chan?"

"Sorry, what?"

"Ugh, I SAID 'Come to my apartment so I can put my idea into action,' protozoan!"

"What the hell! I'm not going to your apartment again after . . . what happened last time!"

"Jeez, grow a pear. I'm not asking you to fuck--"

"OKAY I'll be there in like an hour! Bye!" Shizuo frantically shut his phone and threw it across the room.

A light flush appeared on his cheeks.

I wonder what kind of sick plan the bastard came up with, he thought. Ugh, what did I just agree to?