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Izaya's pov:
"Izaya, I love you," Shizu-chan says softly in a gentle manner I didn't think he would have. 'No. Don't change. Don't love me. Don't be human! Don't be human, Shizu-chan! I love you because you're a fucking monster! Don't call me by my name! Call me a flea! A bastard! A cockroach!', I thought frantically.
"D-don't call me that. . . .," I mutter, sniffling.
"Why?"
"You don't love me. . . .,"
"Izaya–", I cut him off.
"NO!!! Don't call me th-that! I don't w-want you to change! *hic* Y-you're a monster! D-don't turn h-human. . . .!", I sob, pounding my clenched fists against his chest. "Call me a flea! A bastard! A cockroach! What you always called me when we h-had our fights!"
"But how can I call you that when I fucking love you?!", Shizu-chan exclaims, pinning my hands beside my head.
I stare at him, at shock to see the monster of Ikebukuro like this. This wasn't him, he was turning human. But how come I liked that? I removed my gaze from him, my lips quivering. His grip on my wrists loosened up a bit, then he buried his nose in my neck, inhaling my scent. It made me blush a deep pink.
We stayed in a comfortable silence, us cuddling together. The voices in my head have gone, but I knew they'd be back. I took this chance to take a risk and cuddle against Shizu-chan. I was a sucker for hugs and cuddles alike.
"When I said I hated your scent, I meant it," Shizu-chan softly says, breaking the silence. "But right now, I love smelling it."
"Stupid protozoan. . .," I mumble, cuddling more into my blonde monster as he chuckled softly.
I then felt his lips press themselves against my neck, making me gasp and blush more. He looked back up at me and smirked playfully, chuckling. I glared, hiding my face in his chest. This stupid protozoan, monster, dog knew how to rile me up. It was driving me insane. Making me fall deeper in love with him.
"Izaya–"
"I said don't call me that, Shizu-chan. . .," I growl, cutting him off.
"Flea, if you think I don't love you, let me show you.", Shizu-chan says.
I bit my lip before replying, "Shizu-chan. . . .I–. . . . .I don't know. . . . ."
"It's alright. Let me work my way up there. After all, I was the one that fucked up," Shizu-chan says, chuckling. "Please, Izaya. Flea. Bastard. Cockroach. Give me a second chance. I promise I won't fuck it up."
"Shizu-chan. . .," I say, speechless.
"Let me love you," he says.
Having enough of sweet words from the stupid monster who's IQ was lower than a monkey's, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into a heated kiss. Shizu-chan kisses me back hungrily, pushing me down onto the bed gently so I won't reopen my stitches. I moaned under him, writhing as we had our passionate make-out session. I love this stupid single-celled organism monster.
Author's pov:
So the Fortissmo of Ikebukuro and Tokyo's greatest informant kissed heatedly to their hearts content. The otaku of the Kadota gang, Erika, the girl's fantasies were finally coming true. And as I'm typing this, I can basically think of what's going to happen next between Shizuo and Izaya. I bet you people out there can too. But, sadly, no. Your favorite smutty butt sex was going to happen. Not yet at least.
"WHERE'S THE SMUTTY BUTT SEX?!?!", I hear you whine.
Woah. Calm down gurl/boi. There is going to be the smutty butt sex, but I'm going to post it soon. So do not fret, dear humans, for the smutty butt sex will come soon eventually!
"WHAT ABOUT DOTA-CHIN AND HANA-CHAN GET AT IT?!?!", Erika screams.
No, Erika. No. AND DO NOT BREAK THE FOURTH WALL DAMMIT!!! Trump! Rebuild the damn wall! This time, make it secure and hard so that there will be no more incidents like this!
"I WILL BUILD. . . . .another wall," Trump says, scampering off to rebuild the fourth wall.
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Let Me Love You (Shizaya fanfic)
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