Shizuo Heiwajima

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clandestineking:

Allowing himself to get comfortable might have seemed like a deceptive tactic, but it wasn’t escape that the broker was after.  By showing himself to be completely at ease, he was in turn telling Shizuo that he was utterly and completely unafraid.  After taking care to hang his coat up, Izaya crossed over to the couch and dropped onto it, stretching across the piece like a big, lazy cat.

“It may come as a surprise to you, but I am human.  When I feel like eating, I eat; I just happen to metabolize things quicker than some.  But I don’t make a point of eating three meals a day, so that likely factors into my weight.  Doesn’t make me unhealthy, though.”

Not that it was a good thing to practice, however.  The informant didn’t eat or sleep on a regular schedule, having trained his body years ago to go without.  When it was necessary, he would go to bed or have a meal–the latter being something he enjoyed quite a bit more.  Food was something he truly did like, but he often forget about it until he became bored.

“I doubt you have anything to feed me with anyway.  Even milk tastes terrible when it belongs to Shizu-chan.”

His eyes still following Izaya closely as he walked around the apartment, Shizuo couldn’t help but see the situation as bizarre. After having gotten over the initial excitement of getting the other alone, he was left to observe the scene before him. The body guard never thinking that he would be seeing his arch rival sprawled out on his couch so carelessly. 

He looked even smaller with the coat off. “I know asshole, I’m not you.” This meaning that Shizuo didn’t have delusions about Izaya’s being human. “I didn’t ask for your eating schedule, couldn’t care less if you’re healthy or not.” He preferred unhealthy. 

 “If you don’t usually eat then you can deal till I figure out what to do with ya’.” There was only one microwavable meal left and Shizuo wasn’t gonna share. “Think you’d be able to fix down the garbage shoot?”  

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          ❦ —- ❝ and you smell like an ashtray. smoking KILLS, you know. ❞

“I don’t smell like an ashtray.” Shizuo signature scent was actually gas station cologne.    

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clandestineking:     

“Well, now, what a surprise~!  Shizu-chan said something stupid!  If my parents cared, my sisters wouldn’t be the way they are now.  Unfortunately I believe that’s my influence, but I’ll give you a little gold star for the effort.  That ought to be familiar, right?”

Family was something of a touchy subject, but if that was what Shizuo wanted to use as ammunition Izaya could give him a hell of a fight.  Oh, and he would win.  But whether the blond realized it, or just possessed a fair amount of dumb luck, the subject changed to something a little less personal.

Not that it would stay that way for long.

“And what good would it do for me to stand still?  I’m inclined to think you wouldn’t know what to do with me if you were able to get your hands on me.”

“I don’t need your stupid star!” That’s right, trash the nonexistent star, that will really show him.

And of course he realized that he wasn’t going to win in a battle of words. The informant being all  to familiar with the art of pissing him off, knowing just what to say and just what to do to get a  reaction. Shizuo however doubting that he could ever say anything that would wipe away Izaya’s shit eating smirk. If he ever managed such a major fleet it would have had to be by physical means.  

“Please, I’v imagined it enough times.” He even had a little mental list. “I’d know exactly what to do.” That didn’t necessarily mean Shizuo would be able to go through with it though, but he wasn’t going to be saying that. 

“So how about you just stay still and I can just you just how much I know.”   

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erikararara:

“Ah – yes! That’s such a great idea!” Did he come up with it himself?

“We’ll do that! And guess what? I already have all of the tools we need to make them.

“Uh… have you ever made bracelets before, Shizu-chan?”

It didn’t seem like his kind of activity but these tools were her livelihood, maybe it was better to get some other ones for them to practice with…

“I know.” Nope, but he remembered a few girls exchanging friendship bracelets when he was in grade school. It seeming like a good enough way to make their relationship official. 

“Don’t call me that.” Just Shizuo was more than fine. 

“And no I haven’t, but it can’t be that hard.” If ten year olds could make them he certainly should have been able to. 

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“Oh, good!  I know it was such a struggle for you.  You always were such a disappointment, but at least your parents had two children; it’s always a relief to get it right the second time around.”

During their high school years Izaya had been more interested in teasing than causing Shizuo actual, bodily harm–but that didn’t mean he hadn’t had his fun in that department as well.  It was more amusing to leave things in his shoe locker, or taunt him about how he favored a more simple type of writing.  He had even gone as far as to play the concerned student with the head teacher.  Embarrassing the blond had been one of his favorite past-times.

“You’re lacking both brains and beauty, and even though you do possessed a monster-like brawn it isn’t as though you’ve ever managed to actually get your hands on me.  So what does that say about you, hm~?” 

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Shizuo continued to be moved by how the other seemed to know exactly what to say to piss him off. He not being blessed with a sharp tongue and like the raven and being clueless as to how to push Izaya’s buttons.

“Your parents have it far worse, they got three tries yet somehow managed to fuck all three of you up.” Alright that wasn’t necessarily fair, Izaya’s sisters after all weren’t all that bad. If you looked past the part about them being Oriharas, having a weird obsession with his younger brother and being annoying. Either way compared to Izaya both Mairu and Kururi were practically angels. “Or at least the twins, don’t really think it’d be fair to blame how you turned out on anyone.” 

As for the comment about lacking beauty he was going to ignore it all together. He not thinking he would have been able to make much of an argument about his looks. Not that he thought he was ugly necessarily, Shizuo just knew beautiful wasn’t the right word to describe his appearance. “Maybe if you stood still for a second getting my hands on you wouldn’t be so damn hard.” There was no way he was going to win in a battle of wit, but in a physical battle in which Izaya walked straight into his hands, he’d like to think he’d have the upper hand.        

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Even if Shizuo had stepped aside, Izaya decided he wouldn’t have left.  For once the bartender couldn’t behave like he normally would, and watching his minuscule brain try and come up with a plan of action was far too amusing.  Would he ultimately give up?  Or would he try to control himself and actually do something intelligent?  The latter seemed highly unlikely, but that was the thing about Shizuo; he always did the exact opposite of what you might expect.

“Oh?  So you do want me to stay.  Well, in that case, I’ll just settle in.”

Things would soon get boring if he didn’t stoke the fire, so Izaya began to shrug off his coat, making an exaggerated show of the entire process.  A part of him honestly expected the other man to try and stop him, but should he even attempt to lay a hand on him he would draw away a bloodied hand for his efforts.  Not that such a threat would ever really stop him.

“So do prisoners get fed, or are you planning to starve me to death?”

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Still thinking that Izaya might try to make a run for it Shizuo stayed put, blocking the door. He for once being glad that his apartment lacked windows or a balcony, the blond having no doubt that the other man would think twice before running out and jumping out of any available exit and back onto the street. He probably managing to do so without getting a single scratch on him. 

“I didn’t say that!” 

It’s not like he liked Izaya being in his apartment, the whole idea of having something that hadn’t yet been corrupted by the other being  completely ruined. But having him cornered was a pretty rare and Shizuo was going to take advantage of it, once he figured out just how to take advantage of it anyway. 

“Like I’m suppose to believe you even eat.” Izaya was already all skin and bones from what he could tell, he really doubting ‘eating’ was something he did all that often. “Plus, you already look like you’re half way to death. I don’t really see how you could get any worse.” 

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clandestineking:

“–Not everyone can be a genius, Shizu-chan, so don’t worry about it too much.  I’m a little bit afraid you’ll short circuit.  But I am a little bit curious; did you ever learn how to count past ten?  Do you still write your name in kana, or have you actually managed to memorize the appropriate kanji?”

The blond’s comeback wasn’t anything particularly scathing, and though it really just furthered his point he chose to ignore the childlike behavior Shizuo often displayed.  Insulting his intelligence might not be anything new, but it was at least funny.

How the hell did he still remember that? “Of course I learned how to write my name in the appropriate kanji.” Attempting to mimic Izaya’s voice towards the end of his sentence he couldn’t help but feel as though they were back in high school. It having been a good few years since anyone had mocked him about writing in kana. 

“Not like it’s matters, don’t need to be a genius to bash in that gross looking face of your’s.” Never mind the fact that Shizuo hadn’t even managed to do even that.  

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“Wait! No, you can’t do that!”

Not be friends? Erika made friends like it was her job but to lose them…

She supposed it happened all the time, but someone like Shizuo was a real great friend to have. The closer she got to him the more she got to observe his relationship with Izaya.

“We can do something else! What do you like to do?”

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“Not like you really gave me much of a choice.” 

It seemed that he had been right about her changing her mind, something he was thankful for. Shizuo probably having gone along with whatever the girl wanted if their being friends was really on the line. 

“Uh______” Well he wasn’t expected that. “We could..um, make bracelets?” That was a thing friends did, right? 

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          ❦ —- the demon is practically PURRING with delight.

               ❝ you look fun to play with. ❞

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The look was there, but the smell was definitely not. “You smell like you finally learned what soap was.”  

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clandestineking

He had a point, school hadn’t ever been something Shizuo was particularly good at and it wasn’t as though there were any classes that could have prepared him for the job he currently had. “Shut up.” But he wasn’t going to just sit back and let Izaya take jabs at his intelligence. “My brain isn’t little and it can absorb all sorts of shit.” 

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"I skipped class to sleep more than twice a week."

Now that just wasn’t fair. “Ya’ know a lot of people use to ditch.” It wasn’t like he was the only one. “Not like I really needed those classes anyway.”   

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With one hand frozen in mid-air, already dripping with saliva, she waited just a moment before realizing that he was not going to reciprocate.

“Oh…” What was she supposed to do with this, then? 

“But… but you can’t really be friends until you do the initiation.” Though maybe small exceptions could be made. Or maybe a modification!

“Okay – I have a great idea!” she balled a fist, punching through the air, “Let’s go see which one of us can eat the most food without puking!”

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She couldn’t have been serious. 

“I’m not going to do either of those things.” Shizuo really didn’t understand why they couldn’t just say they were friends and leave it at that, not seeing the point of some weird ritual to make it ‘official’ . 

“Guess we just can’t be friends then.” Maybe that would make her change her mind.  

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[kadota--kyohei]

At this point Kyohei didn’t think to hold it against him for an apology. Everyone in this city had those days, his friend just happen to have more of those days. Tenfold if he had to put a number on it. His eye shifted over to him and he nodded, he could speculate whatever put him in such a bad mood probably wasn’t something he caused directly. 

“Yeah? You wanna talk about it or just leave it at that?” He couldn’t really tell if venting would help him or piss him off more so he’d leave it up to him. 

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The fact that Shizuo happened to have more of those days than others was probably his own doing, he waking up everyday with the expectation that it would be shit. This causing his mood to drop at the smallest of things, this also attributing to his short fuse. Though today he felt would have been horrible by anyone’s standards, not just his incredibly low ones.  

“Nah.” Shizuo sat up straighter, reaching a hand out to the glass of water. “Nothing you haven’t heard before anyway.” He had talked off the other man’s ears many times since high school, the blond doubting he could rant about anything Kadota hadn’t already heard. “Thanks for the water.” 

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"I'm a simple-minded monster, and therefore no one can love me."

“I’m an egotistical narcissist who claims to ‘love’ people, so it's sort of funny how not a single one seemed to gives a shit about me.” Simply stating that people liked him more than Izaya was far to easy, not to mention childish. Giving a shamming label in return seemed much more fitting.