heartbreak hotel ! toukomaru

who are you, syo?

izuru disliked asking questions. he disliked answering them. in general, he saw questions as a bore. he specifically hated asking them, though. he knew almost everything- he was everything.

why would he ask questions?

izuru's long black hair draped across his face. he was scowling- he was always scowling. that was why seeing syo and izuru bounce around the apocalyptic setting of towa city was so bizarre. there was syo, a genocidal maniac with a bizarre craving for blood, and izuru, an omniscient high school boy with hair as dark as a night with no stars.

syo, in a bored manner, spun a pair of scissors on her index finger. she had her head to her palm, legs dangling from atop the building the two had perched upon. she wasnt hiding the fact that she was bored- she radiated boredom. in a sudden exclamation of said boredom, syo tossed the scissors away and let out a bored groan. bored bored bored bored bored. no longer a word, izuru thought. bored. bored. the scissors danced through the air in a rather violent passion. izuru didn't spare her a glance. bored. bored.

"watcha doin?"

syo had managed to quickly bounce up and behind izuru. it wasn't too impressive, he thought. he was simply right next to her. the only thing she really had to do was stand up, perhaps thrust herself in his direction, but only slightly. izuru slowly peeked over his shoulder.

his calm, refined gaze met syo's crazed, demented stare. "didja hear me? or are you deaf?" izuru looked away, eyes focusing back on the wreckage of towa city. bored. she was annoying and boring and everything he hated, izuru reassured himself of this. syo, however, would enthusiastically disagree. she clicked her scissors together. "hey, hey! it's not nice to ignore people, dumbass!" syo whined. izuru stayed still. two cold, keen blades pressed against izuru's neck. "i said," syo sneered, "what the fuck-(izuru thought the swear was unnecessary, her intent was clear enough)-are you doing?!"

with a sigh, his eyes closed. he didn't dare irritate her- not because he thought she would kill him. he knew she wouldn't, couldn't, he was her only companion at the moment. but rather, because her sharp screeching annoyed the shit out of him.

"could you be anymore irritating?" he asked.

"i should ask you that, mr. know it all." syo muttered. her tongue, long and scarlet, draped from her agape mouth like it always had. her eyes were still mad with that deranged semblance they always had. she impatiently leaned to one side and watched him with twitchy fingers, as she always had. izuru sighed and put up a hand, signaling syo to put down her scissors. "don't hiss at me," he said. syo rolled her eyes and lowered her weapon.

izuru's red eyes glanced over to syo. there she stood, arms crossed, mouth agape, tongue.... there, eyes ablaze. "what? do i look funny to ya?" izuru didn't respond and repositioned his gaze. "no."

they sat in silence after that. it was uncomfortable, annoying. syo bounced her leg impatiently and continued to twirl her scissors on one finger. a meaningless repetition in her behavior, perhaps if she was so unsure what to do with her hands he should cut them off for her. spare her the trouble. izuru was bothered, but he didn't make it as clear. it was almost impossible to tell. of course, much to his dismay, syo knew. when izuru was uncomfortable he'd put his calf over his other leg's knee and sigh. every single time. of course he was bored, syo thought, he acts so predictably. so, like any logical person, syo continued to bounce her leg and watched izuru like a hawk. syo thought to herself, its funny, funny that the man who is everything, even he has his ticks.

after the two minutes of the uncomfortable silence, izuru's leg crossed atop his knee and, syo would say dramatically, he let out an emotionless sigh that sounded like a malnourished attempt at irritability. like something annoyed, but tired. no, no, more like something annoying... something annoying lacking the main annoying thing it does. syo kept trying to explain it to herself until she was muttering "annoying, annoying" to herself. the words slipped from her mouth unconsciously, uncontrollably.

izuru watched her. red eyes brighter than any ruby started holes into syo. they burned through her, leaving a strange part of her vulnerable. she couldn't figure out why, but when he did that, her rambling stopped. syo's grip on her scissors loosened and she put them into her waistband. it felt strange, to have her hands free. the last time she felt comfortable enough was with an old friend. annoying green eyes... probably more comforting than the red ones beside her, unblinking. komaru- that was her name, wasn't it?- probably hadn't made it far without her. she bit her cheek.

   izuru, unbothered by this showing of vulnerability, looked away. he seemed to think on his words for a moment, for a heartbeat. then, unprompted, he spoke. his words cut through the thick, tension filled air like a bullet.

"who are you, syo?"