vatheon | 002. || I Take It This Isn't Izaya's Day

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002. || I Take It This Isn't Izaya's Day

Who: Orihara Izaya and Laharl
Location: Troll dude's penthouse.
Time: Much later that evening. I suppose when Izaya gets back after that happy little romp
Style: Whichever works! I'll follow after you.
Status: Closed!

Alright, so perhaps Izaya was the last person he considered he'd be rooming with. Why did he apply for that room in the first place? Impulse? Maybe the fact he felt like Izaya was probably the only one he could really hang around with under this bubble and not get the urge to tear his hair out. Well, not from stupidity. The informant, though infuriating, kept him on his toes. Somehow, there was something intangible between them. A strange bond of sorts. Whatever it was, it was infuriating, loud, insufferable... and yet, pretty damn exciting.

The first morning had become possibly a preview of what was to come. He'd awoken by a less than necessary tackle-pounce far earlier than he was used to (read: before noon) as well as bickered his way halfway through breakfast with nothing more than that smirk thrown back at him. With a hair ruffle given and the informant was on his way out, leaving Laharl to stew a moment in his fury.

The two spent the afternoon apart, Izaya off doing what he usually did (No questions asked was the deal of their moving in. Laharl really had no intention of nosing unless it got in his way anyway) and the prince wandering about trying to kill time. Of course, he'd noticed the strange goings on around the city. Conversations seemed awkward, there was the occasional banter here and there and every so often, he'd catch sight of more apologies within conversations and demands for explanation than was necessary.

Some part of him felt certain that if there was someone in the bubble who'd know what was up, it would be Izaya. Of course, this only meant the first words out of his mouth that day when he got back to the apartment were "Hey. Notice anything weird around town?"

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Izaya did not enjoy this curse. It had ruined and messed things up in a way that he had never even comprehended. After his unusually emotional meeting with Shizuo, he'd crawled back to his penthouse to be alone. He had slumped at his desk and toppled forward to put his head into his arms. He was miserable. Of course he was. He didn't know what was with this curse but it had fucked up his life to some degree. His body heaved in a large sigh- but stopped part of the way when he heard the front door open.

Right. He had roommates now. He slowly sat up and slouched in his chair, grimacing as his raw skin just under his clothes got rubbed the wrong way. He was exhausted, to say the least, but not really from physical exertion. He'd fought Shizuo on greater scales than that before.

"Yeah," Izaya mumbled, sitting up more entirely before he stood altogether. "The new curse makes you say weird stuff," he said, pushing in his chair. He removed his jacket and tossed it onto his desk. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and slowly pulled it up and over his body and dropped that onto his desk as well. Along his left arm was some skidded flesh around his upper arm and his elbow. Down more along his back and creeping into his pants was also some ripped flesh. Well that's what he got for tripping like he had.

"Makes you confess things. Embarrassing things mostly but some really serious stuff too or it just makes you confess things that just aren't true," he explained to Laharl, walking around his desk and towards the demon. Once he got to the little demon king, he put his hands down onto his shoulders and just smiled.

"Want to come play doctor?"

And this was just what he needed. Another curse and a rather timely one at that. Of all the things, it had to be something like this when he had something to hide. But who knew? Perhaps luck was on his side and he'd manage to get through the entire week without saying anything remotely embarrassing. Perhaps he hadn't been affected at all. There were weeks like that, right? But of course, they were curses for a reason.

It was only when the demon shit the door behind him that he noticed the damage. Izaya approaching didn't help much with the situation and only served to give him a far greater assessment for what happened. However, the circumstances of their living together caused him to hold his tongue to ask about the details. Whatever it was, it dun fuck'd Izaya up good.

Momentary staring didn't help with the slight flush that seemed to creep onto his cheeks either.

But the question did nothing for his mood. Crossing his arms over his chest as per usual practice, the demon could't help but cock a brow at it. "The hell'd you do the whole day?" he finally managed to mutter. With a sigh and an roll of his eyes, that hand on his shoulder was taken into a rather firm grip by the wrist.

"Don't have anything better to do tonight anyway. Let's get you patched up." he sighed.

"Play with Shizu-chan," he replied blandly, looking away as he said the blond's name. That curse hadn't exactly helped with their meeting and he'd rather not think about it. The scrapes up and down his side were the least of his concerns. Izaya looked down at Laharl in mild surprise when the demon grabbed his wrist. A smile flicked up the corner of Izaya's mouth and he bent down to be at face level with Laharl. "You're such a considerate roommate," he cooed before he ruffled Laharl's hair with his spare hand.

He now remembered why he had gotten roommates. If anything, Laharl helped keep him relatively sane. As much as he wouldn't admit it, he liked to have the demon around. Their relationship was a bit odd, but those dog tags were still around his neck and Izaya had insisted on Laharl taking the room next to his. While Ion and Link were wonderful boys, he had different plans for them. He walked with Laharl towards the bathroom in his room.

"I apologize in advance if I say anything weird. I'm under the curse, annoyingly enough-" he explained to Laharl, unbuckling his pants and he pushed them down over his hips slowly, grimacing somewhat. Below, he wore simple dark red boxer briefs. Though they were stained a bit darker red on his back side where the blood had soaked through. His back thigh had gotten the worst of it and Izaya whined.

"Aww man, that's going to be a pain to sleep on," he complained, kicking his pants to the side as he looked down over his shoulder. "Tch...Whatever, let's just get this bandaged up- I really love fresh sunflowers." He stopped and then scowled, shooting a look at Laharl. "Don't say anything, just shut up," he warned, taking down his first aid kit and snapped it open.

"Anyway...do you know what to do..?"

"Shut up." was all he could mutter, swatting that hand away in mild irritation as Izaya moved to ruffle his hair. Though it seemed to be a more than frequent thing between them, it didn't mean the demon got used to it. However, it was the one special privilege Laharl allowed him. Perhaps it was more from there was simply no stopping it but then there were those who died from having treated the demon prince like a small child.

That bit about Shizuo made sense. He'd heard snatches of a scuffle about down but decided against getting involved. Though the animosity between the two seemed obvious, Laharl didn't know it was just simply this bad. Though Izaya did warn him about his dangerous lifestyle. With the blond around, perhaps that only made it more dangerous. The wounds looked pretty damn bad, there was no denying it and it was only through a slight conscious effort that the demon managed to glance aside after a slight assessment of the entirety of the damage. "Yeah, go figure the curse hits the minute you get people moved in with you." he replied with the smallest smirk, leaning against the wall.

"I slept for three years once. What the-?!" The words came unbidden and though that little tidbit was a minor one, the prince couldn't help but feel the tiniest hint of dread for what else he was capable of spilling. "Guess I am too." he finally muttered.

The bit about the sunflowers earned him a snicker though and a series of "okay"s in protest. Maybe some other time. However he managed to pull himself from the wall when the first aid kit was taken down. Though he usually let the healers handle this sort of thing, there was no denying it was a handy little hung to know on the field.

"Yeah, yeah. I got it." he sighed, settling himself by the sink. "Sit down or something." As much as he hated to admit it, there were just some bits he couldn't reach.

Izaya was never too nervous around Laharl. He mostly looked down at the prince as a child and his opinion, usually, wasn't that significant enough to alter Izaya's perspective of him. So really, even if he did end up spluttering some ridiculous statements or revealing truths then he wasn't very concerned with Laharl distorting his life over it. Even if he did want to try then Izaya would just make him regret every single moment that he had ever lived.

Then Laharl confessed and Izaya smirked oh-so-wickedly and suddenly the curse became a whole lot more amusing. "Is that right? How interesting. Ehehehehe. Oh, Laharl, it's going to be a fun, fun week, isn't it?" he asked, already thinking of all the possible things that Laharl could confess to.

"Fine," he said once he took some control of himself and he glanced around the bathroom, debating how he wanted to do this. Finally, he just grabbed one of his many black towels and through it down onto the ground and kneeled down. He leaned forward onto his toilet and rested his arms comfortably over one another.

"Can you reach that?" he asked, an innocent tone in his voice but his eyes were bright with mockery. He turned a bit and then stilled. He had to mentally brace himself for some possibly horrible pain. Skinned off flesh like that was always a bit of a bitch to work with. Especially in such large sections as they were on his own body. They were still tender.

"And be careful- okay? I don't need them to be any worse than they already are- I dabble in drag sometimes....." He huffed and just buried his head into his arms. He had to shut up. That one wasn't even true. It had been the one time during a curse and sure he had looked awesome but - God. Damn it.

His smirk equalled that of the informant's when that little thing about him dressing in drag came about. "Hell yeah it's gonna be a fun week." the demon managed to snicker as he was digging around the first aid kit. Touche, dude. No denying it was going to be an interesting week for the both of them. But then his attention turned back to the first aid kit. Bandages, sure, those were mandatory. But the medicines boggled him slightly. With a little huff of irritation, he drew out what seemed to be a stick of gum (ABC Gum, the wrapper read, by the Rosenqueen company.) and wagged it with his free hand in Izaya's face. "Here. Chew on this while I try to figure it out. Should help."

Clearly, the Netherworld had its own medicinal structure unknown to normal man.

"Think I got it. " he finally said after a short period of trying to figure out which was the antiseptic and which was the iodine. With a little huff and the bottles plus the bandages settled nearby, he settled himself down beside the older man and began to lightly dab at the wounds with a cotton swab doused with a measure of antiseptic. Despite the fact it took a while, the prince did seem to have a semblance of knowing what he was doing.

"I can reach just fine. Geez." he sighed as an afterthought, tending to one of the larger gashes on Izaya's back with an exhale. The last time he got scratched up this bad, the healers took care of him easily enough. How humans managed without a decent Netherworld hospital nearby, he was never certain. "Need me to hold your hand, Izaya?" Laharl added with the smallest sneer, leaning in just the tiniest bit.

"...Gum?" he echoed and stared for a long time at it. Why would he need to chew on gum? He rolled his eyes at the prince's invitation to chew on the stick and took it from him. Unwrapping the candy, he hesitantly pushed it into his mouth and began to do just that. He'd never been very fond of sweets and candy and things of the like. Not necessarily because it tasted bad but he was health-cautious.

Well. Minus the whole part where he intentionally threw himself into the line of fire of vending machines. That's besides the point though.

"I should've had Ion do this. Something tells me that that brat's got more knowledge than you do when it comes to this kinda thing," he drawled, though he didn't seem very intent on stopping Laharl. He flinched a bit when Laharl first started to dab on his wounds and he ground his teeth into the gum. Ah. Well that made sense then. He clenched his hands and focused his mind away from the stinging. He looked over at Laharl and focused on the demon's face.

"For a demon, you don't look scary at all," he said after a moment, "You just look cute. Are demons typically just cute? I mean, I've met some- ahhhhnn... other demons and they're very handsome. Are you going to grow up to be very handsome, La-harrrrl?" he asked, his mouth pulled up into a smirk. "It's sad that I won't be able to see. As a king I bet you're going to be a total bombshell one day. It's a shame I had to meet you when you're pint-sized," he complained, looking away from Laharl.

"You wish-" he retorted but his skin crawled as the large one was cleansed and he shifted a bit, trying not to show too much pain on his face. His shoulders sagged and he dropped his head forward onto his toilet. "Ugh...This sucks. I guess it's not the worst I've had though. Nnn-."

The gum had been, at some part, a healing item from his world. It was a leftover from the supplies they'd taken with them into battle before the demon prince had been pulled into the city. Lucky for him, it seemed to at least have kept its flavor if not its healing properties. The pout on his face was fixed to say the least, not about to leave while he continued his minstrations on various scrapes and bits of torn flesh. Why he continued to do this, he wasn't certain. Why he continued to tend to his rather infuriating roomate-slash-landlord, he didn't know for sure but he did it anyway.

Though he ended up turning his gaze aside just to avoid meeting Izaya's when the informant turned his eyes his way. It was the preferred course of action considering how close contact and especially close eye contact caused blood to rush to his cheeks. The last thing he needed was more taunting. The cute comment caused him to dab the cotton ball in just a liiiiiiitle deeper into a gash. "I told you, I'm not cute!" the prince flared, discarding the antiseptic cotton swab and dabbing another in iodine to cover the larger wounds. "And damn straight I'm gonna look good when I get better. I mean c'mon. Don't tell me I don't look good now." he added as a hindsight.

Laharl took another few careful swipes across a larger wound, taking care this time as he saw how much it was getting to the normally less-than-ruffled human. "Guess you get beat up worse than this, huh?" he asked, his voice strangely lowered as he continued his work. His free hand rose up however, hesitating a moment before lightly stroking Izaya's head in what seemed to be a gesture of small comfort once when he dropped his head on the toilet but those fingers were quickly pulled away before anything else could be said or perhaps the movement noticed.

Why they did anything that they did was really a question of the century. Izaya didn't mind it too much though. Laharl was useful to him in plenty of ways. Granted he wasn't as interesting as some other residents of Vatheon but that was in a way that put Laharl in potential danger. So it was probably for the best. Laharl was one of the few people that Izaya didn't feel any particular desire to ruin. It was fun to humiliate him and make him blush because hey, that's pretty cute, but that's about the extent of his torture with Laharl.

"H-ey!" he hissed when he felt that additional, unnecessary pressure. He almost smacked Laharl but went against it, instead settling for a cold glare. "Well that's an opinionated so you can't tell me whether or not I find you to be cute and I do so you'll just have to deal with it, won't you?" he asked, then he smirked, twisting a bit more around to stare entirely at Laharl, rubbing his chin. "Hmmmm." He tilted his head and reached out to jab a finger roughly into Laharl's stomach. "Yeah, you're not so bad, Laharl. You're cute and a little handsome in a weird kinda way but you're still just a kid. I mean, let's face it- I re-eally like men-" He blurted the last bit out. Granted it seemed to flow enough in the conversation but Izaya still looked a bit surprised by his own confession.

"Well..." he mumbled afterward, his eyes rolled up to fixate on the ceiling. While the confession may have been awkward for some, Izaya merely rolled his shoulders and sighed. "Who doesn't." He hung his head back down because hey, it's not like he had ever been that open about saying that so bluntly before to anyone. "Nn yeah. Especially with Shizu-chan around. I mean, I'll admit, I antagonize him a lot of the time but sometimes he attacks me out of the blue and that's usually when I get hurt the worst," he admitted, tapping the side of the toilet as his face was drawn into an unreadable expression. Though there was something rather sad about it...

Then his eyes widened just a little when suddenly he felt a hand on his head. It was brief and Izaya would have missed it if he weren't Izaya but he was so he did and he felt a touch of warmth. Right. That's why he had agreed to Laharl living with him. He smiled somewhat and turned around to sit normally.

"Laaaharl," he drawled, opening his arms to the boy, "You're so much nicer than you care to admit, ne? Or at least you care more. I'm almost touched."

Truth be told, their relationship could be recounted as anything but normal. It was almost masochistic of the demon to remain in his antagonizer's company but he had to admit, there was just something about him. Perhaps it was that measure of danger he had about him, probably the way the prince was reminded of Etna at times. Was there a definite answer why he did these things? Maybe not.

That sudden confession didn't really surprise him though it did cause a bit of a double take. Leave it to the curse to cause something so random and yet so fitting to creep into their conversation. It put him slightly on edge and made him continue this work in silence, only pausing to swat away that jan with a hand.

But true to his nature, there was a quick fluster that came to the prince at Izaya's sudden movement. What could he say to that? What else could he say? He had no answer, even to himself as to why he'd suddenly offered that measure of warmth. Kindness. Kindness wasn't inherent in demons. "The hell 're you on?! I'm not nice! Demons aren't nice!" he flared, bristling at the 'accusation'. "I only did that because I think I like you."

The words left his mouth before he could even stop them. But there it was, hanging in the ether. His futile little confession, right there. The prince's hands immediately clapped over his own mouth before he could say anything more. Needless to say, all the blood had managed to rush to his cheeks, causing a more than furious blush than ever before.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck this all to Baal's tower and back.

"I don't know Laharl, you're pretty nice to me. I've never really seen you be cruel or anything," he said, and just as he was about to further insult Laharl and any sense of masculinity he had- Laharl said something entirely unexpected. I think I like you. Izaya's eyes were wide in shock and for a long moment, that's all he did. He stared at Laharl with his mouth parted as though about to speak but nothing came out. Then a handsome face appeared in his mind. Someone familiar and someone who vanished just after telling Izaya that they loved him.

Granted this wasn't a love confession but it was still a little alarming. No one ever liked Izaya...Crushes on Izaya didn't make sense to him. He had always figured that Laharl was just an easily embarrassed kid. He didn't take his blushing and shyness seriously. While Izaya could have destroyed Laharl for this and while he could have mocked him until he was crying, Izaya didn't. Surprisingly he didn't.

Instead, his mouth closed and he reached a hand out and placed it atop of Laharl's head.

"No," he said, "you don't."

He slid his hand over Laharl's head and to the back of his head and pulled the demon towards him until he was just about to be against his own body but he didn't pull him the rest of the way there. "You're probably just attached to me in some sort of familiarized way. I'm not the type of guy people like," he explained, smiling kindly but there was something distant in his eyes. "People like me because I force them into Stockholm predicaments where they feel strongly towards me and typically mistaken it for attraction, love, or some type of idol worship."

He dropped his hand and pulled Laharl's hands away from his face with both of his and leaned in to kiss Laharl just on his cheek and right next to his mouth. He leaned back and smiled at Laharl, releasing his wrists. "Thanks for touching up my cuts by the way," he said, pushing himself up onto the toilet and up from the floor. "You done?"

He braced himself for the worst rejection that could be hurled at him. Knowing Izaya, he wouldn't let this one slip. He'd probably never hear the end of it. Damn this curse. Damn it to the Netherworld and back! Ah, but it wouldn't be helped anymore. It was already out there. The prince fliched slightly, waiting for the insults, the jabs, anything... but it never came. In its place were those words and the hand on his head. It left Laharl feeling the tiniest bit confused, slightly wondering if he'd touched a sort of nerve in the human.

Before he could say anything else, he was pulled over close. Admittedly, it did seem a little bit awkward just standing there but he didn't know what else to do but reach out and lightly clutch at Izaya's shoulder as he spoke. Part of him just wanted to stay like that for a while despite the raging protests in his mind that this was wrong, this would end up so terribly wrong but another part seemed to long for it. It called forth memories he'd shoved away at the back of his mind, of his father pulling him over for a hug and him pulling away in protest. It brought back thoughts of his mother, the only one he'd ever allow a hug from. And now suddenly, Izaya. It only left him just the smallest bit confused. Did he really like the human in that matter? For one, were demons even capable of love? Was Flonne on to something?

Strangely, it didn't hurt as much as he thought it would. No tears came to him. He wasn't the sort to cry anyway but there was still that undeniable pang in his chest. It stung just a bit more, just the teeniest bit from that small kiss but enough to pull him back from his musings. "N... no problem." Laharl finally spoke up, straightening up and folding his arms back across his chest. Back to normal, no questions asked. However, he picked up the roll of gauze and thrust it out at the informant.

"Here. Go wrap yourself up and don't get so beat up next time!" he huffed, hiding his concern in his usual sudden outbursts.

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