Durarara Lemons

Irrationality At Its Best Quality

Springs in the abused mattress protested loudly as the heavy suitcase was thrown furiously down onto the hotel bed.

"I still can't fucking believe this," the blond growled, punching his beaten up bag for good measure.

"Aw, come on Shizu-chan, lighten up."

Shizuo glared over his shoulder at the grinning brunet, who skipped over to the other bed and flopped down on it, along with his own duffle bag.

"It's just like a sleepover! You should be happier that you get to sleep with me, "he winked up at Shizuo, who continued to glower at him.

"Well, Izaya-kun, sorry that after two and a half hours of you jabbing me with your fucking pen, I'm not exactly thrilled to have you as a roommate," Shizuo dropped his gaze to unzip the suitcase.

Izaya frowned on the other bed, and pretended to be hurt.

"And I thought that bus ride to Mito was life-changing."

Shizuo scoffed, "Yeah, right. I still fucking hate you," he pulled out a pair of blue gym sweats, and a white undershirt, "you're lucky the teachers won't let me kill you," he mumbled.

"Yes, I'm ever so thankful," Izaya sighed, sitting up on the squeaking bed and glancing curiously around at the small hotel room.

He frowned, "Though I could do without the vomit-colored walls. Seriously, who ever thought this was a good color fo-"

"Zip it with the interior design bitching," Shizuo growled.

Izaya shrugged nonchalantly, "Just trying to make conversation."

"Go to bed."

"What are you, eight? It's only ten PM, Shizu-chan. I wanna walk around a bit."

"Whatever. The less I have to deal with you, the better."

Shizuo shrugged, picking up his clothes and a toothbrush, shoving the latter in his mouth as he headed to the bathroom.

Mouth open to retort, Izaya was interrupted by the enthusiastic banging on the room door. Shuffling over, Izaya opened up and was greeted by an energetic Shinra, who was decked in ridiculous-looking pink pajamas and night-cap.

"Well you look...special," Izaya mumbled.

"Dashing, I know, Celty gave these to me!" Shinra explained with a wide grin.

"Figures. So what brings this pleasant surprise?"

"Oh, I just came to check on you and Shizuo. I wondered if you two had killed each other yet. Guess not." Shinra pursed his lips, peering behind Izaya into the hotel room, seemingly displeased with the absence of destruction.

"How do you know his dead body isn't in a closet or something?" Izaya challenged.

"Is it?" Excitement returned to the glasses-wearing brunet.

"No, Shinra, unfortunately I haven't killed that thing yet."

"Oh. Well. I guess I'll just go then, you know, gotta catch some sleep for tomorrow. Can't go to Kairakuen tired!"

"Yeah, yeah. You're sick, Shinra," Izaya grinned, shutting the door when Shinra smiled and headed back to his room.

Izaya clicked his tongue, standing in the doorway to the room, but not feeling like going anywhere anymore. He scuffled back to the beds, and for a few moments, listened to the rushing of shower water coming from behind the closed bathroom door. He grinned to himself, and went to the bathroom door, frowning when he discovered it locked.