go-fightingdreamer's prompt: Izaya/Psyche
Psyche likes rainy days, when the rain falls softly into a steady rhythm to which he can sing along. The sky is a pale, washed-out gray behind Ikebukuro's tall, dark buildings.
It's beautiful, and he is in love with it.
Umbrella over his head, he walks up to Shinjuku with a skip in his step. Humming under his breath, he thinks about how Namie-chan always mutters that if he keeps playing in the rain, his circuits would get wet, fizz out.
Spark, spark, spark - gone!
The thought makes his lips curve into a smile. How funny - Iza-chan can always repair him. Namie-chan tries to be scary, but it doesn't work on him! Still, he hopes she isn't in today.
Knock, knock. Psyche winces; the sound of his hand against the door is jarring to his ears. "Iza-chan!"
One, two, three, four, five - where is he already? - and then the door opens.
His Iza-chan stands before him, one hand on the door and the other on his hip. He blinks. "Psyche?"
"Hi!" Psyche pushes his way inside, props his umbrella against the wall. Throwing himself into Izaya's spinning chair, he smiles. "Ne, do you not want me to visit you?"
"Didn't think you'd come back after last time. But you've surprised me."
"Like Shizu-chan!" Psyche chirps, smirks a bit as Izaya's eyes narrow.
"Why," Psyche breathes, "do you love someone who won't love you back? Isn't that why you made me? So he could love some part of you?"
"But he doesn't!" Psyche stands, chest heaving. "And you've trapped me here -!"
"I can dismantle you." Izaya snaps.
"You won't." Psyche folds his arms across his chest. "Because you'll break Tsu-chan's heart and he looks just like Shizuo!"
A quiet laugh escapes his throat as he watches Izaya's face heat up. He likes it, the color red
and the way it paints Izaya's cheeks.
Running a hand through his hair, Izaya comes out from under the doorway. He looks small and pale in the dark. Why is the apartment so dim - oh.
He wants to hide the tear stains, doesn't want to admit he cried. Cried for someone like Shizuo, of all people.
If Psyche could cry, he would cry for Izaya.
He's sure this is love. Even if Izaya's face is blotchy and red, even if he's in love with Shizuo Heiwajima, he wants to keep this man all to himself and kiss his tears away. He wants Izaya's warmth, his tears.
"I've made you much too human, ne?" Izaya sighs.
"So love me." Psyche says quietly.
"I can't, Psyche." Izaya gestures weakly. He stands, motionless, as Psyche approaches, his prowl reminiscent of a cat.
"Kiss me," Psyche whispers. "And then I'll go, and I won't come back."
"Like you'd be satisfied with one kiss. You said the same thing last time." Izaya scoffs, but he takes Psyche's chin in his hand and dips his head.
Psyche is cold, and Izaya's lips do not warm him at all. If anything, he feels like his wires have been tugged into one big mess.
"Thank you." He says anyway, and traces Izaya's cheek before going to the door.
Ask me to stay, he thinks.
"Goodbye." Izaya says, and thinks, he'll be back.
