Sexiest Man Alive

7| Don't Take Kindly to Mischief

Izaya stared at his phone. His time with Shizuo had come to a close and now he was put on a different project. Life sure was hectic. Did he miss that bleached blonde bitch? Of course not! It's not like he spent every hour checking his phone for a text message. Haha. No! Definitely not! Haha. Why would he do that? He had better means of spending his time than worrying about Shizuo! Hahaha. Haha. Ha...

Okay. So. Maybe he did have slight feelings for the wacko. "It's a shame I won't see him for a while now that we aren't working together," Izaya sighed. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the wall. This was a disaster. He was a mess. A hot mess, but still a mess all the same. 

"Who is 'him'?" Masaomi smiled brightly looking up at Izaya's face. Izaya returned the smile. Customer service guaranteed. Shizuo was still the only person who knew what he really thought inside that head of his. Masaomi Kida. The latest bleached blonde that Izaya had the (unfortunate) pleasure of working with. On the bright side, this bleached blonde bitch was shorter than him. 

"Oh? No one of importance. You're Kida-kun, right?" 

"My, my, the great and powerful Orihara-san remembers a nobody like me? I'm honored," Masaomi smiled. Izaya forced his overwhelming annoyance to the pit of his existence. He would maintain his sexiest man alive atmosphere to the death. Even if he was no longer the sexiest man alive. Fucking Shizuo. Fuck Shizuo. Fuck Shizuo? Izaya gritted his teeth. Slight feelings? Izaya's luscious ass had a bit more than slight feelings for Shizuo. He was becoming more and more aware of his emotions for that particular bleached blonde. 

"Orihara-san?" Masaomi tilted his head. "Are you feeling okay? Your cheeks look a bit pink." 

"Feeling okay?" Izaya laughed nervously. "Of course. Yeah. I'm great. Just peachy. It's a bit warm in here and you are far too close to me. That's all," Izaya gently rested his hands on Masaomi's shoulders, pushing him away lightly. 

Masaomi grabbed his wrist, pulling him, the two fell onto the ground with Izaya grumbling on top of him. He groaned and sat up. His wrist hurt. He must've landed wrong. As he tried to get up the pain was too strong and he tumbled down again. Fuck. Masaomi rolled on top of him. He grabbed Izaya's chin with his hand and smiled. "Do you have a thing for blondes, Orihara-san? Why don't you dump Heiwajima-san? I could treat you much better than him. You're still #1 to me." 

"Would you please get off of me, Kida-kun?" Izaya smiled. He refused to believe that somehow another man with bleached blonde hair was about to get the best of him. If he had to end the charade for the sake of freedom, he would. But, it appeared he wouldn't have to. 

Masaomi was lifted off of him with ease from by collar of his shirt. Shizuo was here, for one reason or another, and Izaya stared up at him, unamused. "What are you doing?" Shizuo growled. 

"My, my, Orihara-san, you've got a scary dog here," Masaomi snickered in the face of impending doom. Laugh in the face of danger why don't you. What are you? Child Simba? Well, let me tell you, Shizuo is a lot more threatening than an elephant graveyard. 

Shizuo pushed Masaomi into the wall. He glared down at him. "Don't touch Izaya. This is your only warning." He released the shirt and Masaomi was made cruelly aware of the height difference between them. 

Izaya sat up, unaware of the obvious threatening that Shizuo had just done, and looked at his wrist. It was okay on the outside. But it felt terribly wrong. He winced as he tried to close his hand. There were still pictures to take. Work to do. He couldn't let this interfere. Plastering the best smile he could on his face, he stood up. 

"Shizu-Chan? What an interesting surprise. What are you doing here?" Izaya sighed. He placed his hand on his hip and shook his head. Two bleached blonde dunces. Was he a magnet for this sort of thing? Bleached blonde bitches that were secretly bastards and brutes. Izaya tried to think of more B related words to string onto the sentence. He couldn't at the moment but mark his words, he would. 

"I know we don't have a job together anymore but I thought I could at least still drive you home," Shizuo scratched his arm. 

"I appreciate the sentiment but Kida-kun and I are late now because of you," Izaya sighed. He grabbed Masaomi's hand and led the way to the photoshoot. 

Masaomi looked behind him and smirked at the dumbfounded Shizuo. He held Izaya's hand tightly, rubbing salt in the other blonde's wound. When they were outside of earshot Izaya returned the sentiment. He crushed Masaomi's hand in his own, nearly breaking bones. 

"I don't know what type of shit you're trying to pull, Kida-kun, but I don't take kindly to mischief. Watch yourself, shitty bastard," Izaya snarled. So much for maintaining an innocent atmosphere. Fuck. 

Masaomi did something completely unexpected. He...blushed? Was this guy a masochist? Izaya stopped dead in his tracks. They still had a few minutes. This was something he couldn't pass up. He didn't take kindly to mischief, that is, when other people were trying to pull things on him. He, however, loved it to a certain extent. 

"I apologize, Orihara-san," Masaomi looked away. 

"Kida-kun," Izaya smiled maliciously, "Did I say you could speak?" Masaomi bit his lower lip and the two continued walking. Izaya released his grasp on Masaomi's hand and made his way. This job was more important than a simple trick or two so he'd have to end his teasing here. Besides, he smirked, they had the entirety of their photo shooting days for small pranks here and there. 

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