Orihara Izaya (
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vatheon2012-01-21 09:18 am
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Who: Orihara Izaya & All Of Vatheon
Where: The park
When: Sometime towards the evening but not at night
Style: Prose or action. I really don't care.
Status: Open
He looked like he hadn't slept in days. And really? He probably hadn't. He walked slowly, his shoulders drooped with a bit of a glazed expression on his face. He knew it wasn't safe to be out and about in a state like this but his day was coming to an end and he planned on sleeping tonight. Swinging from his hand was a small plastic bag and in his other hand was a bottle of what looked to be tea.
As he shuffled through the park along the path, he eventually stopped by a tree that was just a few feet away from the path. He walked on over and all but collapsed at the tree's base, leaning up against it and stretched his legs out in front of him. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath. A few minutes passed of him just sitting there before finally, he moved again and began to unpack his bag.
A box of ootoro. He began to eat his dinner with his fingers, the bottle of tea on his other side. Of which he occasionally took a sip from. The typically observant informant seemed to be...well. Not so observant tonight. He seemed to be, anyway.
Where: The park
When: Sometime towards the evening but not at night
Style: Prose or action. I really don't care.
Status: Open
He looked like he hadn't slept in days. And really? He probably hadn't. He walked slowly, his shoulders drooped with a bit of a glazed expression on his face. He knew it wasn't safe to be out and about in a state like this but his day was coming to an end and he planned on sleeping tonight. Swinging from his hand was a small plastic bag and in his other hand was a bottle of what looked to be tea.
As he shuffled through the park along the path, he eventually stopped by a tree that was just a few feet away from the path. He walked on over and all but collapsed at the tree's base, leaning up against it and stretched his legs out in front of him. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a breath. A few minutes passed of him just sitting there before finally, he moved again and began to unpack his bag.
A box of ootoro. He began to eat his dinner with his fingers, the bottle of tea on his other side. Of which he occasionally took a sip from. The typically observant informant seemed to be...well. Not so observant tonight. He seemed to be, anyway.
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He had to keep control. Because losing it would be an overall loss. Shizuo couldn't get caught up.
"All those things - you haven't done them yet. What are you waiting for?" But the words faltered, were thick and difficult to form, because his of that button Izaya had pushed. It was an express ticket to blind anger, and Shizuo's control faltered.
And yet - it had no where to go. Izaya wasn't running. Shizuo had to swallow it or kill Izaya, and they had already established he wouldn't do the latter.
Izaya was always so good at pointing out the flaws in Shizuo's way of thinking. He would feel guilty at choosing someone else - he was still there, talking as though compelled, stuck, even wanting. Still, he forced himself to think, hard and quickly, to retort to -
"You don't want me to replace you." But this was trudging on dangerous ground, too close to the discussion of need, and Shizuo thought about what Zelda had said. About how he had looked happy, chasing Izaya.
Shizuo didn't want to replace him, either.
Mess. One big convoluted mess, and Izaya was screwing it up even more, talking about Raijin. Who cared about what happened then? It was so long ago.
"All I remember is hating you."
But noticing came first.
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Izaya jerked back at the blunt accusation and instantly pressed back against the tree. Damn it. He loathed how Shizuo made him react. He hated how much he showed and felt around the bastard. No one else could crack into him but Shizuo could. Just like he could tear up under Shizuo's skin, the blond did a pretty damn good job of repaying the favor. Izaya tsk'd in annoyance and glared at Shizuo from the corner of his eye.
He didn't deny it.
He simply didn't acknowledge it.
Although Shizuo's words made Izaya grimace yet again. He huffed and bent down to snatch up his tea. He twisted the lid off and sipped at the green tea, staring coolly at Shizuo while he did so. He still had a full bottle of tea left. The liquid sloshed around in the glass bottle and then Izaya removed it from his mouth.
"I just remember being instantly interested in you. It was hard not to notice a tall, blond boy walking in among a bunch of short, ugly boys, don't you think? Heh. I just didn't think you'd notice me so quickly! Ah, you were so violent. Hey, hey, did you scar?" he asked, curious, and reached a finger out and put it directly against Shizuo's chest at one point and then slid it over his chest to another- sliding right over where he remembered slicing Shizuo that first day. He had cut deep. And a part of him hoped to God he had scarred Shizuo. Give him a reminder every time he looked in the mirror shirtless of Izaya.
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When Izaya reacted and pushed himself against the tree, it restored some of Shizuo's volatile control. That was what he wanted to see - that grimace.
But then Izaya opened and drank his tea like they were having a casual conversation. As though a pause were easy for him.
"Shut up," Shizuo growled, suddenly taking a step back, away from Izaya, feeling the need for space. He didn't want to reminisce about school, didn't want to hear what Izaya had to say about it. "I don't want to hear that." As Izaya traced that line across his chest, Shizuo grabbed his hand - technically holding it against his chest, though that wasn't the point - the point was to stop Izaya, to squeeze so that it hurt, feeling those fragile bones in his hand. He could crush them. He could...
He did have a scar, but it was faint. A thin line across his chest, faded with time, difficult to see in certain lighting. In fact, he had a number of small, indiscriminate scars from Izaya, which he acquired over the years - less from the way Izaya managed to catch him and more from lack of proper cleaning and care. Shizuo was stronger and more tolerant of pain than most men, but he wasn't invincible. He could be marked.
He didn't say any of this. He just let go of Izaya's hand, tired of the game.
"I'm done. I don't want to see your face anymore."