My Dirty Little Secret

Secret Forty-Eight: Hotpot

"Ahhhhh," Izaya took a deep breath getting off the plane, "you smell that? That is the sweet smell of 'Fuck You'" he said smiling at Shizuo, the artificial blonde had been grumpy the whole plane ride, not wanting to go back to Japan. Especially not wanting to leave the duel faced cafe to Decim.

"We shouldn't be here, Izaya," he growled angrily.

"That is 'Izaya-kun' to you Shizu-chan. We are back home, we shouldn't be speaking English," Izaya poked Shizuo's nose. The two traveled around the airport, trying to get their things situated. They were scheduled to stay with Shinra Kishitani until moving on to their hot spring trip.

"Oh look at you," the male in the lab-coat walked over and placed his hands on Izaya's shoulders, "If it isn't my adorable lil' shit."

Izaya smiled, "I missed you too Shinra. How is Celty doing?" 

"Beautifully, how else?" 

Shinra led the married couple towards a black car that neighed like a horse. Izaya laughed, forgetting about Shooter. He missed this place, this city. It was good to be back, however, being back made him want to play with people, toy with them, like pawns. Izaya could never understand why this city did that to him. How was Ikebukuro different from any other city?

Shizuo watched his husband carefully, not wanting him to get any funny ideas. The two shouldn't have come here, they really shouldn't be in Japan. Couldn't they have gone somewhere else? Why was a vacation necessary anyway? Ah, but, Shizuo did want to see Kasuka. Would Izaya want to see his siblings? The twins didn't seem all that interested in their big brother or vice versa.

The blonde stared out the window silently, while Izaya and Shinra caught up. They passed a lot of familiar faces along the way to Shinra's apartment, some of them Shizuo didn't want to see. It was a good thing none of them looked at the car and saw him. No one needed to know that Izaya and Shizuo were in Japan. Shinra better not have told a single soul besides Celty.

That was wishful thinking.

Mostly everyone they knew was at the apartment, waiting for them to enter through the door. The married couple was shocked, staring at everyone as they threw confetti. Was Shizuo imagining seeing them on the street? How did they all get here so quickly?

"Hotpot," Izaya muttered under his breath. The pot on a table was the only thing he saw, everyone else was invisible. It was a hotpot party. He couldn't believe it. It had to be fake. There was no way these people would have a hotpot party with him, let alone for him.

"I~za~ya~san" another blonde walked over to him, smiling with evil intent.

"Kida-kun," Izaya sweat dropped. He just wanted to have a hotpot party with people, that was all, but these people hated his guts. The raven-head felt he should leave now. Izaya and Shizuo had dropped of the face of the earth when they got married. They moved to America and started their own business. Izaya sent information to the right people, to keep the ones he knew safe. His apology for all the trouble he had caused over his lifetime. Izaya didn't feel guilty, but Shizuo forced him to do something.

The shorter blonde hugged Izaya, "I hate you so much but I also missed you at the same time," he said.

"Honestly, Orihara-san, why did you guys just leave like that? And not even say goodbye? After all we went through together," Mikado huffed. 

"You mean all he put you through," Namie spoke up, taking a sip of her drink, "how can you idiots obviously think he has changed? He is playing you all, just like he always does. Bet'cha he still has that stupid coat too."