♛ Orihara Izaya.

independent orihara izaya rp blog/ crossover with devil survivor. "You're such an inspiration For the ways that I will Never, ever choose to be Oh so many ways for me to show you — ... How your savior has abandoned you."

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School life

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“Is that what you usually ask people in the same situation as me? ‘Are you relieved’… your social skills could use some polishing, Orihara-kun.” Even far more straightforward than he had expected. Like a self-centered demon, the boy showed no restraint in his words nor in his curiosity. His boldness was an admirable trait in Naoya’s eyes but remained unfounded in a society based on reserved thoughts, tight lips and closed morals.

“But it’s just you and I. I don’t care for your opinion of me, not in the slightest.” Not even a speck of worry. Every so often, he spilled his secrets — to a stranger, to a close friend, to anyone with an close ear and an open mind. Just for the sake of it, of having someone know. Holding it in was painful — releasing it small sharp burst removed some of the tension held with in, even if it was only temporary.

“… Yes. I was. In the end, through their deaths, I got what I wanted.” He spoke his words simply, as he slid his textbooks into his bag. There was nothing telling about his words. No sadness. No anger. No emotion. He clasped the latch down and humored Izaya with an uncharacteristically warm smile.

“I’d take you up on that offer now.”

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- "I was just asking a question."

[But the answer he got... it made Izaya even more confused, scarlet eyes matching with hues of the same color as his own, now tinted with curiosity. That was... something he was not expecting. An answer so honest, while others masked their true feelings behind sweet words and politeness.

For someone who observed humans for such a long time, someone who would break anything that he previously believed in... something so rare and charming, like the smile Naoya was giving to him now. This boy... Izaya had a feeling he was something else entirely.]

- "Let's go, then."

[To meet a kid who held no emotions regarding their parents death - no, one that acted like it was just as he planned... as the two started walking around school, Izaya was getting even more curious, as if he stepped upon the greatest challenge of it all. Humans would play pre-set roles, with answers that you could come up on your own upon some time observing them.

But not this boy.

It was so, so, so interesting! And there was still a question roaming in his mind and wanting to be asked. So be it.]

- "And what do you want then, Shirou-kun?"

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School life

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Nothing new. Nothing special. Naoya kept his eyes ahead of himself, his gaze as dull as the lessons spoken and the teenage trash surrounding him. He wanted to go home, he wanted to perfect his programming or even just idly read a book — playing the role of a student didn’t suit him, not when the knowledge was something already ingrained in his head. Like every model student, he reserved himself to ticking off the seconds in head.

One, two, three…

When the school had finally ended, the numbers had finally stopped their assault on his brain and he made to get up. If he walked briskly, he could be out of the school in three minutes. At the same pace, home would be a 15 minute route away. And then at home, he would—

“…Shirou-kun, right? My name is Orihara Izaya. It is a pleasure meeting you.”

“…Likewise, Orihara-kun. Nice to make your acquaintance.”

His distraction was speaking to him. How quaint and ironic.

Naoya returned the same plastic smile, his eyes regaining life to them… but remained just as cold as ever. No warmth made it’s home in those hues. That wouldn’t change just from a spark of interest in an intriguing character.

“Why did you transfer here?”

“You get right to the chase. Good. I’m not one to chew the fat.

It’s the same ol’ story. Parents die, you’re sent to live with your relatives. You go where they go. And they have business here to attend to. Is that enough for you, Orihara-kun?”

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- "Is that so? I am sorry for your loss."

[Although his expression didn't seem like he was truly sorry or something - it was a stranger after all, plus he really doubted he would ever feel sad about someone passing away, even from someone he was close (which was... no one? It's not like he had anyone to be close with.

But something striked as odd. The way he talked, the lack of any emotion... as if the death of his own parents were nothing more than a daily occurrence, as if it was nothing he should be worried about.]

- "You don't seem too affected by it, though. Are you... relieved?"

[Just a guess. It wouldn't hurt to ask, would it? From the way this kid was talking, it seemed like parents would be just a nuisance to him, to what he wanted or whatever, so now they were out of the way...

... maybe he was imagining too much? A sigh, before he went back to his usual expression. Really, why was he putting so much effort into someone? This put his own desire and policy down, really (really) didn't want to get any closer to people more than the absolutely needed. His curiosity was getting the better out of him, this time.]

- "If you don't want to answer my previous question, then that is fine. You are new, don't you want me to show you around?"

[It wasn't his problem if he got lost (even if he doubted this man could get lost, somehow), but he had to keep his attention focused on him. Analyzing and observing people was one thing - talking to them was completely different. It wasn't a problem, but it was still... slightly awkward, if he had to say it.

Naoya's previous answer was still bugging him.]

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I'm alive, I guess.　

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School life

Monotonous.

It was during the tides of adolescence did he truly despise this curse with every fiber of his being and every shred of his soul. He normally had two options now: Show his genius early and skip through the assigned years of school and head straight into college or hold back, allowing himself to be great but not astonishing… just enough to coast through his school years.

Either route had it’s ups and downs. Both were incredibly droll.

This time would be no exception.

His ears barely registered the voice of his teacher’s, his eye showing no interest in the introduction they seasoned with fake praises for the new transfer student or of the interested stares of boy and girl students alike. Sheep, all of them. Jealous animals and beasts ready to rip apart or spread their legs for every new potential meat they’ve come across.

“Is there anything you’d like to say, Shirou-kun?

No, not at all.

“…. I am in your care. I look forward to a good year with you all.” Rehearsed, insincere lines. But it was enough, the teacher gave them a smile and told him to take a seat in the back. With a sigh, he walked forward, moving towards his seat when his eyes locked with another’s.

Scarlet. A deep, cruel scarlet. No different from his own. How very interesting… He formed a small smirk in the young man’s direction, before taking his own seat.

this school life may promise him a distraction after all.

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[He didn't say a word regarding that. Transfer students were a common thing, and sooner or later they would blend into the class - or just go away again. The student enjoying observing them, how groups were formed, how love and friendship interests alike were formed, what would lead them in the meanwhile...

... an obsession of sorts. And then to watch how it would end, and these same people who once swore eternal love or eternal friendship to someone just move on and keep saying the same things. It was interesting, it kept him busy. If he didn't clarify that in his introduction back in the beginning of the year 'I like to watch people of all occupations', Izaya kept watching.

There was someone he was interested in, someone that sparked his interest... but it seems there would be more than one person to focus around, this time. Rarely someone would stick out, rarely they would be different from the rest of the crowd...]

 "...I look forward to a good year with you all."

[His eyes finally locked with the new student's, abandoning his gaze upon the entire class, which he was giving until some moments ago. Strange... for now, it just seemed like a normal transfer student, maybe just someone who would prefer to keep it to himself (much like he is used to, keeping people not too far and not too close to himself. More than that, he would usually be left alone - something that he really didn't mind. It was comfortable, even).

Naoya Shirou. What a strange name, but who was he to say anything about that? Something inside him seemed to boil, some part on the back of his mind seemed to keep poking him to know about this man. He couldn't understand himself, and Naoya gave him that curious smile (which only perked his interest even further), and sat right next to him. Well... that would make it harder for Izaya to observe him without seeming extremely obvious.

Nothing more caught his attention as the day went by, classes slowly eating the time they had away until people went to their club activities or straight home.

But the brunette couldn't let this opportunity pass, even if he was not one to start conversations (people would just usually ask him for stuff or not talk at all). He walked to the other's chair, looking at that pair of scarlet eyes before starting to talk, a hollow smile on his face - maybe just to seem more polite than he was actually being.]

- "...Shirou-kun, right? My name is Orihara Izaya. It is a pleasure meeting you."

[...Not much he wanted to add, but still he kept going.]

- "Why did you transfer here?"

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♥ Valentine's Day

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Kidding.

Naoya could scarcely believe that to be the truth… but he accepted the words, nonetheless. After all, he had gone through a tremendous amount of effort to prepare this day for the handsome cretin before him. As abashed as the albino was feeling, he still wished to spend this day with the informant.

Naoya wanted to home down to him just how important he really was, how truly special he considered Izaya Orihara to be. With their busy schedules and admittedly off-putting personalities, there wasn’t much time to share genuine affections between the two of them that wasn’t handled in the comforts of bed. Or table. Or floor…

“… I wouldn’t have wanted you to trouble yourself with that. Your presence is all that’s needed.” Chocolates, plush toys, cards … all nonsense. All trivial compared to what he needed.

“That is, if your big mouth doesn’t ruin everything. I can already see that this is off to a great start. Have you no tact?” Cruel words spoken with a pleasant smile, hand moving and wrapping around the one that held him. For a moment, there was a quiet atmosphere. The sound of a trembling oven, the cars roaring across the street outside, the breathing of two souls… all murmurs as Naoya looked into the scarlet eyes he favored most of all.

“… I apologize for using this day as an excuse to spend time with you. But if you will humor me — and I don’t mean by laughing, you dolt — …

Then let’s share a meal together. Let’s talk…

You’re eager to know about me, correct? All my previous lives, all that I’ve experienced… I’ll trade that for your own secrets.

Is that acceptable?”

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[The kind of reaction he wanted.  He still wasn't used to it though, how this man could just switch personalities like it was nothing. How could he seem so cruel and in the next second so caring.

He absolutely adored it.

He adored the mysteries that surrounded him, the fact that even if Naoya did tell him about every single fact of his life, he would still not be able to figure out his personality.] 

"Have you no tact?"

- "That's a silly question. Of course I don't."

[With a small, genuine smile he closed off the distance between the two of them, leaving a small kiss on the other's lips, entwining his fingers with Naoya's. He would make sure his words wouldn't ruin this moment between the two of them.

Although he wasn't comfortable with sharing details of his past - both a kind of touchy subject and a small fear that the albino wouldn't find this interesting at all. But then again... what could do wrong?]

- "But I cannot help but wonder... how many others had the same experience I am having right now? Of all the people that had the chance to get in a relationship with you... how many were able to see your true self? To know your secrets, to know this part of you that you never show to anyone...?

Compared to others, you seem so charming. Your knowledge is endless, and your personality is captivating, almost detestable..."

[Just like me.]

- "If you are willing to tell me things about yourself, then this can't go wrong. What did you prepare for us, Naoya-san?"

[A life like this... it was enjoyable. 

But it was only because he got this man by his side.]

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♥ Valentine's Day

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The only sound louder than the roar of Izaya’s laughter was the continuous grinding of Naoya’s teeth as he glared at the offensive man. He realized how ridiculous the whole set up had looked, how utterly pathetic the albino was for giving in to such a frivolous holiday. He predicted that Izaya would laugh — no predicted was too simple a word, there was absolutely no doubt in his mind that he would have done so — and yet every chord of his guffawing had struck him terribly.

Just as the brunette said, Naoya looked like a school girl: Eyes staring right at the floor, cheeks as flushed red as they could be, knuckles bone-white as they gripped the fabric of shirt… all that was missing was the uniform, the classroom and the offending love letter.

“If this is the way y-you’re going to— ahem…” Fucking shit. He cleared his throat before continuing, rolling his shoulders to relax himself. “… If this is how you’re going to behave, then I’ll do away with the ornaments. You can order out for dinner. I’ll focus on work instead, you can laugh it up in here to your heart’s desire.” His eyes flickered to one of the decorations, his lips curling into a frown. It wouldn’t be wise to just take it down now, in front of this buffoon… he wouldn’t be able to stand any more embarassment.

He made a turn to leave for the bedroom before he realized that was in an even worst state than the living room. If Izaya came in while he was programming in there then—

“Better yet, I’ll take my leave. I need to cool my head…”

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- "I was kidding! Geez, when will you ever stop taking me so seriously? It was funny, because it doesn't suit you.

No need to go away."

[He was almost... cute. Behaving this way. A side of Naoya that only Izaya could see, when they both let their guards down. When Izaya could catch a glimpse of the man the albino really was, and vice versa. The informant grabbed Naoya's arm, making the man stop walking and nullifying that idea of his to get out of the room... or if he still wanted to go, he would've to drag the brunette with him.]

- "I am grateful. I feel bad because I didn't bring anything for you. I should have brought at least something small, but I wasn't sure what you would want. 

It's hard to please you, you know?"

[He had time now to analyze and enjoy the decorations, and how he didn't pick anything extravagant but could still make the ambient... beautiful, elegant perhaps?]

- "Come on. I am sure you prepared something for us to eat. You're an excellent cook, I could never forget that.

Thank you for making such a pleasant surprise."

[saadisticravenn]

Did you ever have a crush on Shinra?

- "... If I did or did not, it doesn't matter. It is all in the past and once again it's none of your business."

[raikos]

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Have you ever used your body to get information?

- "Mmmmm. The short answer to this question is a simple yes."

- "The long answer is "Yes, but only with a specific person". Said person isn't someone that I could leech info from with only my skills, so something else had to be offered. But it was all a long time ago - when I was young (which doesn't mean I am old now, I will be forever young, regardless of what you think~), and it isn't something I would be willing to do again.

Not with the current circumstances." 

[... After all, wouldn't that be considered a form of cheating?]

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ㅤ

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How often do you have sex?

- "I'm usually the one who asks questions here! And newsflash, anon-san, here is one for you: Why does my sex life matters to you?"

[Really, that's just a really personal question about his private life! What he does with a certain man and how often he does it(which is quite frequently, honestly) isn't something someone can just ask on and about... Or at least not ask and expect a straight answer from the informant.]

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accidentally stumbles into your room baptizes you in your sleep whoops

----rhthrthrhhr get out

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i told you id do it

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Truth

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“Your pride hardly allows you to admit defeat, let alone apologize. I’m not expecting that from you Izaya.” To think that the informant would mumbled any sort of apology was quite… amusing, to think about. And even if Izaya had felt overcome with the need to speak some words of remorse, they would have been speckled with insults, snide and pettiness of the grand degree. It was the only natural response from someone so close to his own constitution.

“You’ve displaced your anger towards Tsu to any incarnation of Abel… I don’t agree with it.” Naoya’s eyes closed for a small moment, the image of his brother’s face in full clarity behind those eyelids. As Abel, as Yuki, as Makoto… all so alike and yet very different. Each with their own ambitions and goals, quirks in their personality did not hold.

But to Izaya, they were all the same abomination, weren’t they?

The same ‘belief’ Naoya held towards any being that crowned themselves as Gods.

“Just like me…” He slowly opened his eyes, scarlet hues matched with the only pair that complimented them.

  “I would be a hypocrite if I were to try to persuade you away from that road…”

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- "It was quite childish of me. I really owe you an apology - even if I don't really think I was wrong. I can see Tsutomu's goal - to have you by your side, but that other kid..."

- "It would be troublesome if you died. For a second, I thought I pushed his buttons too much - that I would meet my fate there, that my death would be one by strangling. I..."

[He finally turned his body completely, now facing the other man. It was incredible. How Naoya could crush him without much trouble, how words that he would usually hold back because it wasn't like him to say that just slipped out of his tongue in the simplest manner...

... What exactly happened to him? What had Naoya done to his body - to his mind? So many things changed in such a short period of time, Izaya still had some difficulty getting adjusted to some things. First of all - he even had trouble acknowledging Naoya's true nature sometimes. Plus, this whole reincarnation stuff - even if he was the one who made that promise, he wasn't sure what was going to happen, how long that would last. It was something he would only discover upon dying, and this was something Izaya  wasn't (and would never) looking forward to. Slow steps towards the taller male, and his head resting on Naoya's shoulder, closing his eyes and finally relaxing his body.

It was horrible.

His guard was down.

He couldn't stop doing that. And he hated it so much.]

- "I'm sorry. I don't know what to do anymore.

I really don't want to lose you, I don't know what I will do if you're gone, or if they take you away from me. I'm sorry, I'm scared."

- "I'm not in control of this situation - it would only be logical if I end up getting scared and messing something up. I'm used to placing myself in highest priority, but... things changed. I've changed. The person I care most isn't myself anymore.

You know very well who the one I care most is, do you not?"

[...He just couldn't say it.] 

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hey izaya did you know catholics generally eat fish on fridays to avoid other meats i hope jehanne gives you all the fish heads xoxo

- "Get out."

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