(🐈) Iza couldn’t exactly hep his laughter when the greyblood-blond said ‘don’t’. Truthfully, it didn’t matter what Sin said. It wouldn’t stop Iza from what he wanted to do and that was to leave Ikebukuro. Why did Sin care? Iza had known the wolf to not care about him so why was he caring now?
“Sin-chan can be so cute it’s disappointing…but don’t what? Do you think I’m going to listen to you?” He asked and chuckled, “Don’t flatter yourself Sin-chan. I’m not some helpless animal that needs you.” Iza said seriously, ironically Iza and Sin are half-animal so what Iza said was an irony but it was true, Iza wasn’t some pup or a small kitten that needed to be looked after. “What? Are you going to get lonely without me? Please, you don’t care about me at all.” He asked in a playful tone, as if to make the situation light-hearted than it actually is. “I know it breaks your heart but isn’t this better for the both of us?” As he spoke, his sorrow was covered up, as much as he didn’t want to leave the city and go to a new one he felt the need to. Besides it wasn’t as if the two were loyal to one another.
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Accepting
♕ - my muse thought yours was dead, but turns out they survived and are OK
“Sin-nii, stop being mean.”
Shizuo says when he’s leaning against the older twin, it’s more to act playfully. It’s calming; the entirety of the situation and when Sin grunts a response, jerks to move a controller from Shizuo’s hands that reached to cause the character on the screen to get hit.
“Stop being a brat.” Sin is saying, and when he looks at Shizuo it’s with a grin on his face and nudge against the others arm with an elbow.
“You’re the brat.” Shizuo finds himself grumbling when he’s lost the game. Sin doesn’t respond except for a snort; and when he does, Shizuo could feel a burst of laughter erupt from his throat.
They get older as any other kid. Though the similarities, comes the differences so contrasting, the parents of the twins could feel the fear tremble over their forms. Shizuo is the first, to get the burst of anger and he’s soon in the hospital- bones fractured and when Sin see’s the younger blond, he is shaking his head, he’s turning and saying--
“Brat.”
“Shut up.”
“Did it hurt?” Sin asks suddenly, and when he looks back at Shizuo, it’s with raised brows and his shoulders are slack when he leans forward as if to inspect the casts. As if he could see under the skin and muscle, catch the sight of bone cracked and fractured.
Shizuo blinks. “No, it didn’t.” It’s spoken with a drawl, a show of sarcasm. Sin isn’t smiling though, nor is he responding.
“You’ve been acting weird.” Shizuo says to Sin one evening, it’s hot out and Shizuo was kicking his legs into a small pool outside their home. It was small, for the reason it could only fit two infants. Sin regards him with a look that Shizuo thinks he doesn’t like.
“Tired.” Is what Sin says instead, and then he’s continuing, “when you got your strength...what did you feel?”
“Eh?” Shizuo cants his head back, draws in air-- “I felt anger. And then nothing. If that makes sense?”
“Yeah,” Sin responds and he’s drawing his knees against his chest and his hair brushes against the wind, but there’s still that look in his eyes, and Shizuo isn’t offering words of reassurance, he can’t, not really. It’s an odd feeling, and Shizuo thinks, it’s like they are drifting.
Shizuo comes home the day Sin isn’t feeling well. Kasuka is still in school; and Shizuo is calling out easily-- “I’m home!” But there’s nothing. No words responding, but there’s breathing and when he’s walking into the other room--
blood.
There was so much blood. Shizuo could feel fear, could feel his throat clench and he’s blinking when he sees Sin leaning against the wall, and Sin is crying and Sin is on his knees, blood splattered all over him and his mouth is stained red and his mother is laying there, stomach torn open and Shizuo throws up.
Shizuo doesn’t see Sin again. He doesn’t hear anything about the elder twin, and when he does, it’s always the same--
I heard that poor boy murdered his parents and ate them!
how gross. i hear the other son is just as fucked up as him.
it’s a shame.
two monsters.
It’s in high school when he meets Izaya, that his world is shifted again. By then, he’s loathing himself for holding the name of Monster of Ikebukuro, while his twin is uttered as the Beast. It’s funny, if he would try to find humor. Even when so far apart, they share likeness.
It’s during lunch when Izaya taps his mouth while Shizuo’s head is bent down scribbling words he can’t see because anger is throbbing in his veins. Izaya suddenly speaks, purrs out--
“I saw on the news you died.” And Shizuo jerks his head upwards, and his mouth falls slack and Izaya grins.
“But you came to school, a shame, ne~? Rumors are a sad thing.”
Shizuo can’t respond, not when it’s a sudden truth that his twin was dead. His world stops, his breathing comes out in a ugly sound and he’s trying not to cry; it’s just--
Brat, he could hear Sin say, don’t cry.
“You look like Sin-chan!” Iza cries one evening, and when his fingers clap together, Shizuo blinks.
“Who?” He hadn’t heard that name in years, locked away the memories of childhood and despite that he’s reaching twenty five and getting older, he prefers to understand things happened then for a reason, and now, despite the gaping feeling, the name still makes him go still with anxiety and hope.
“Sin.” Iza blinks, “you look like the gross wolf.”
“He’s probably not gross if he looks like me,” Shizuo mumbles, his mouth is twitching and his throat is closing in again, “I’m handsome.” It’s not that his ego is big, but he can tease the other easily and when Iza huffs annoyance, Shizuo is turning back to the expansion of the sky when he’s going for another inhale of cigarette smoke.
Alive...hah?
He sees Sin on accident, and accidents, Shizuo thinks; are what make him-- him. Shizuo stops beside the elder, and Sin is blinking and when he see’s Shizuo there’s nothing but a raise in brows and Shizuo is too busy smoking his own cigarette to offer anything but a --
"Whose the brat?” Shizuo grunts out, Sin snorts and turns his head. Hands are shoved into pockets and then a soft you are is offered in response. “Me? You--”
“It’s good to see you.” Sin cuts off Shizuo, cants his head and says. “The fleabag pestered me about you.”
“Which one?” Shizuo retorts and Sin bursts into a short fit of laughter and Shizuo finds it’s easier to act as if they’ve been together as long as they’ve been apart.
❛You’ve returned? I almost concluded to the decision you’ve officially fallen off the face of the planet.❜ Snowy missed him quite a lot, but he wasn’t going to be absolutely truthful.
“As sweet as ever, I see.” Izaya strolled right into Sinuzuo’s home, paper bag in hand. As per the usual, it was filled to the brim with tenderloin tail and ribeye, as Izaya wasn’t one to let the wolves go hungry and he wasn’t sure whether or not Sin really knew how to take care of a living creature!
“Ohh, I got you something, by the way.” He smiled, just the slightest note of mischief present in his presentation. He pulled a dog toy from his pocket, waving it in the air, and then tossed it across the room.
