Did I Say You Could Speak?

13: The two were inside a janitor's closet...

The two were inside a janitor's closet of the nearest school. No one was there. It was incredibly silent. Shizuo was reminded of his academy days when he first met Izaya. Little did Shinra know that the two would end up like this. Shizuo's clothes barely on him. His arms tied above his head with some mop string. Izaya was a master at creating things out of nothing. He stood in front of Shizuo with his foot nicely on top of Shizuo's chest. 

"You must be one fucked up bastard to want to marry me, Shizu-Chan. I know you said that before but..."

"I must admit, that when I asked you to marry me, I wasn't expecting things to go quite like this," Shizuo looked around. 

"What did you think would happen? We were here scouting out information on potential teenagers to play with and then you went and got down on one knee. What the fuck? Come on, Shizu-Chan. Don't you know how to be romantic?" 

Shizuo remained silent.

"I'll take that as a no," Izaya pressed his foot further into Shizuo's chest. "Wait a second, did you hear that?" Izaya pressed his ear against the door. "I think we have company." 

I cannot believe you talked me into this. What if someone finds out we invaded the school just to find out information on the principal?

Oh, come on, don't be such a worrywart. I'm sure it'll be fine...

It will most certainly not be fine!

"What's this? Some kids sneaking into a school?" Izaya smirked. "That could be entertaining." 

"Please don't get any ideas," Shizuo frowned, putting on his clothes as fast as possible. 

Did you hear that?

You're imagining things.

No, I really heard a voice!

Let's just get what we came for and get out of here...

"Sounds like a smart kid, we should follow that advice." Izaya waited for the noise to pass and opened the door. He looked both ways and gestured for Shizuo to follow him. 

"So, are you going to marry me?" 

"Shizu-Chan, we haven't even found a place to live yet. Also, can we not talk about that while trying to avoid two nosy teenagers?" Izaya frowned, grabbing Shizuo's hand and turning corners to get outside. 

"Who are you?" a woman crossed her arms and frowned. She was waiting outside so she must be in on the whole children sneaking into school event. 

"Who are you?" Izaya grinned. 

"That's none of your business." 

"I could say the same," Izaya shrugged, walking off. 

"You don't look like a student here."

"Neither do you." 

"You moreso." 

"Listen, lady..." Izaya eyed her up and down and used his masterful deductive abilities. "Do you sell buildings?" 

"Huh?" she blinked. "Yeah...but..." 

"Do you know any good places with a spacious basement and a nice upper floor?" 

She pondered for a moment. "Yes? I think I know of a place." 

Izaya clapped his hands together. "Perfect. Let's make a deal. I won't tell anyone about you and those kids breaking and entering onto school property and you won't tell anyone that we were here. In return, you show me that place." 

She raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Why should I trust that?" 

"Because me and my future husband here," Izaya gestured to Shizuo, wrapping his arm around his waist, "are going to open up a gay strip club and that's just your cup of tea, isn't it? I'll give you discounts," he blew a kiss. 

"Ah sweet yaoi gods," her eyes lit up with hearts but she quickly snapped herself out of it. "Ahem," she cleared her throat, "I suppose I can arrange that."  

"Great."

"So does this mean you are saying yes?" Shizuo muttered. 

"Figure out a better way to ask me and I'll think about it," Izaya replied. 

...

"Do you think this name is too weird?" Izaya looked up at the sign. 

"Any weirder than Etnavs?" Shizuo rolled his eyes. "You're thinking about it too much." 

"It's just Etnavs backwards though..." 

"I'm sure no one is going to care that you named this place Svante. I'm also certain no one is even going to place it to Etnavs so your secret sex building history is going to stay a secret." 

"If you keep talking so loudly like that, nothing is going to stay a secret," Izaya rolled his eyes. "How much time do you think it'll be before we can get all of the set up ready? I want to meet cute boys," he puffed out his cheeks. 

"I'm sure we will be set up way before the Funtom Company falls." 

"Don't jinx it. I like their products."

"Yes, yes, can we get married yet?" 

"You really aren't good at this whole romance thing, are you?" Izaya chuckled. 

"Last time I checked, neither were you," Shizuo crossed his arms.  

"Hm, if we're going to get married does that mean we should think about children?" 

"I'm sure I don't need to explain to you that neither of us can get pregnant..." Shizuo frowned. Izaya jumped up and clung to Shizuo like a koala. 

"Aw, come on now, don't you want me to make you pregnant?" 

"It's not scientifically possi-"

"And since when were you such a smarty-pants, hm?" Izaya snickered. "Is it because you stopped wasting brain cells on throwing things at me?" 

"Don't tempt me. I'll throw you right now." 

"If you insist, just don't break our new building." Izaya looked up at the sign. "Do you really think anyone is actually going to remember this place? Will we even get customers?" 

"First we have to find strippers..." 

"Cute boys?" Izaya grinned. 

"We aren't even married yet and you're already cheating..." 

"Cute boys!" 

"Yeah, okay, cute boys," Shizuo carried Izaya into the building. Or, rather, Izaya refused to let go of him as he walked inside. He immediately went down the stairs and to the bar, pouring himself a drink. Izaya jumped off and snatched it, so Shizuo drank straight from the bottle. 

"To our future," they said, clanging the glass together.