Title: Violence, Love Comedy.
Pairing: Shizuo Heiwajima x Voron.
Rating: R-18
Circle paraiso
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fanfiction! Durarara! Shizuo x Izaya.
Chapter 1. Monster.
The view from the window was always the same, in spring, summer, autumn and even winter, everything was always so damn same. Shizuo not had never been the type of person to be disturbed by the facts as irrelevant, until an incident happened a couple of weeks earlier he had begun to disrupt his daily routine.
Due to a simple exchange of glances in the school yard, damn the day he had met for the first time Izaya Orihara, his life had begun to have strange ups and downs.
the highs and lows had always been part of her daily routine, from some points of view then was not even his fault, he hated having problems and was always trying to stay away, but for some reason unexplained problems were always ready find it. Even
that day from school, a group of final year students staring at him through the gate that led to the issue, the only exit of the Institute. The more mature and instinctive choice by Shizuo was to ignore the group, even if it was not entirely sure, tried to imagine what was happening as a case. Those people were not there for him , although he tried to imagine his thoughts have been altered, the moment when a couple of guys approached him shouldered knives and anything you could improvise like a weapon.
"nuisance." He was the only comment by Shizuo before one of the students departed the assault, trying to hit the head with a baseball bat, the boy did not managed to completely avoid the blow coming just struck near the shoulder and feeling a sharp pain. He let out a curse from the lips grabbing the boy by the hair and making him violently beat his head against the nearest wall.
now did not shrink more of his own actions, thus as blood smeared his shirt.
He stopped abruptly, the body that ached so inhumane and out of breath still on him. He could still feel the blood pulsing in his veins, a slight feeling of weakness for having too much of himself as he often made his way into his body.
cursed when her legs could no longer keep up, dropping on her knees. The hands and arms which still had that bit of necessary strength helped him to stand, avoiding a direct confrontation with the asphalt.
"I have been an awkward this time. " He spoke in a voice that now knew, had a tone between the arrogant and the obvious. He arched an eyebrow, raising his head to meet the smile of mockery Izaya.
"Go to hell, dirty bastard." I said through clenched teeth, using the wall to push up on their feet. Izaya enjoyed laughing with his hands in his pockets where he played with the strip cell.
"I must say that never ceases to amaze me, as you will get hurt, he always manages to rise from just six per case ... a monster?"
The naturalness with which he had called the monster had not a little nervous. Instinctively moved toward the other guy, trying to hit with all the strength he had left in his body, but the attack went to empty the blade of the knife Izaya caused a small cut on the chest of the blond boy tearing his shirt .
"disgusting ..." began the sentence, but the laughter stopped him crystalline Izaya "Oops ... I ran away." He added with a fake innocent tone that tried Shizuo to ignore.
"I believe I have more time to waste with you, it was fun, Shizzy-Chan."
Izaya could not get away as a hand shook violently around his throat, making it helpless for those seconds needed to be able to beat the wall. At that moment Izaya felt helpless, the fear that he tried in every way to hide him forget to get the knife in the pocket of his trousers, even if at that time his only concern was to remain conscious.
The stranglehold suddenly became less intense Izaya not until he found himself totally free. Instinctively her hand to caress the victim, but a bad cough at the same time trying to bring back the regular breathing.
And despite an annoying grin was painted on his lips, Shizuo could not help but nervously squared.
"Hey Shizzy, I have an idea."
"What the hell do you want?"
He knew that there was no trust Izaya and he knew equally well that it would not faced a discussion with him. It was just unnecessary fly no more.
"I will leave you in peace, but on one condition ... it could be a game played by the rules." The look of the blonde was concentrated on the movements of Izaya, had not lowered their guard for even a second. Izaya returned his gaze with a smile, tilting her face to the side, "I want you to do everything you ask, and when I say everything ... I mean everything well ... I want to have fun with you."
If he had not known enough about the perverse side of Izaya would have thought it was a joke, ma la serietà con cui aveva pronunciato quelle parole l’aveva lasciato spiazzato solo per alcuni secondi. Lo fissò disgustato, incrociando le mani al petto “Sei un fottuto pervertito.” Asserì suscitando una risata divertita da parte di Izaya. “Certo Shizzy, ma tu non mi hai detto di no.” Lo punzecchiò a sua volta il moro, l’altro ragazzo gli lanciò un’occhiata torva “Ed io cosa ottengo?”
“La pace, o almeno … dopo che ci saremo incontrati, ti lascerò in peace for a week, then we'll meet again until I get tired of this game. "
Shizuo not uttered once, what he got was tempting, but the thought of having to do certain things with that & rsquo ; hateful fly made him sick. A slight laugh
by Izaya roused him from his thoughts, "My God Shizzy, if you knew you well enough ... I would say that we're thinking," but ignored the other "I Accept. & Rdquo ;
Izaya opened eyes slightly surprised, then amused smile.
What the hell was he thinking? Because he had accepted? These and more questions running through his mind by Shizuo he walked with his hands in his pockets while passers-by stared at him slightly confused because of how it had been reduced following the brawl, although he did not cared that much.
Especially do not know how to explain the strange desire to be futile to have fun with him, up until then had always thought that his only aim was to try to get killed. A sense of frustration took hold in him, he hated feeling especially so when it came to think of Izaya.
"I'm home."
Kasuko was sitting at the table with his family, the father of a man Shizuo little taller than him by the hair was by his side holding the newspaper, while her mother was busy filling dishes.
"Welcome back Shizuo -" the woman stood, her fingers clutching the ladle which immediately slid on the plate. With apprehensive gesture touched the cheek of the boy and sighed, "Another quarrel with your classmates?"
The father seemed to ignore it completely while Kasuko looked at him worried, "I'll go back and change me."
He knew that his father could not bear to see him come home in the reduced state, but now we had the habit. His father ignored him, he would continue to do the same, after missing a year after graduation, he would go home, he would try to attend a job ... maybe even a person would not have been so bad if ... there had been only half of what his problem of being unable to control his own strength. Probably
his behavior was a coward, he should openly confront the situation, but basically it was also his fault because the problem of not being able to manage on his full strength he had. While
unbuttoned his shirt now reduced to shreds, he felt a gaze on her back and turned his brother's worried that he met Kasuko; instinctively smiled, noting that in his hands he held a box of Band-Aids, gauze and disinfectant.
Kasuko had become almost a habit to appear before his brother after school and worry about the injuries that caused curargli; Shizuo on the other hand liked his brother's concern that way for him, he knew that even if Kasuko was not a person of many words with gestures trying to convey as much as possible.
The blond boy stood in silence in turn looking to start a conversation with his brother, because of the work in the entertainment world of the two Kasuko rarely spend time together. It is torture for a few minutes a patch that wrapped the thumb - "In the end you have been hired for that role on that movie," he asked suddenly remembering a curious hint of this kind by the boy.
"Uhm ... excuse me you'd forgotten to tell. We will start filming next week, in fact I will not be home for three weeks. The script is not bad, it is a story that takes place in the future in which the protagonist only has survived, and some fellow ... not bad. "
Although the tone of voice was calm and apparently Kasuko uninteresting, Shizuo knew that his brother when it came to work was a completely different person.
"Why did you and Dad have stopped talking about?" He added, changing his tone of voice, Shizuo Kasuko sighed looking at the corner of the eye. He probably suffered a lot more to that situation than they suffer the same Shizuo.
In a secluded residential area of Ikebukuro, Izaya was walking calmly toward the way home. He kept his fingers still resting on the neck pain, while the other hand was holding the rucksack.
had to admit that despite everything he had obtained what he wanted and every day he understood what was Shizuo idiot ... actually it was not at all, but what little brain she had, used it very rarely.
let out a slight laugh, and casually opened the door. on entry were two pairs of shoes thrown on the ground at random, Izaya ignored that fact and went into the kitchen where two girls were lovingly preparing lunch - this was only apparent, in fact the kitchen was the most upside of the entrance.
"Izaya-nii! Welcome back! "Kurururi greeted him by placing a knife on the table the size of a little 'disproportionate to slice the carrots, it also Mairu flew to greet his brother with a mischievous smile.
"Iza-nii! The mother phoned that will not be back until tonight, so you must try the lunch you have prepared, "the girl's face was painted a grin, his brother was focused on a way to avoid having the bad cooking of the sisters: the last time I had tasted something prepared by them, had spent the whole afternoon locked in the bathroom.
Suddenly the flip phone warned him of an incoming message, nonchalantly pushed the button sending and took a quick look at mobile phone display.
"Shizuo I spoke to one of your discussion that took place today, so I advise you to joke with him, you know who wants you dead. "
- Shinra.
Izaya watched the display with interest, enjoyed a grin on his face.
At that moment he wanted more than anything else out and go directly to Shizuo, just because he wanted his plan, its fun begins as soon as possible; Mairu stared at him from below, hands on hips and under the stern gaze glasses.
"What?" His voice seemed almost say - "He pulls out an excuse and I'm breaking in two."
He managed to "escape" at home negotiating with the girls, the his wallet was lightened but it was not a big problem for him.
"What the hell do you want?" Shizuo stared at him angrily, in his hand he held the book in literature, was studying a few minutes before Izaya came into her room through the window - there was to specify that his room was on the second floor.
Izaya's face was painted the usual arrogant smile that showed every time that I met his gaze, her lips bent in a grin. Without providing a way of intimidating them had entered the room, his hands in his pockets and looking around curiously.
"So?" Shizuo asked impatiently so strong in his hands clutching the book to risk and reduce it to shreds Izaya did not seem the least bothered by his behavior.
It glanced around the room for better search in dim light, small and neat and tidy, the room did not seem even to a boy. On the side affixed to the window where he entered there was a wall completely covered with photographs and memories of all kinds in print; Izaya tilted her face looking better pictures depicting the same Shizuo who 'knew' slightly more children and with a smile on her face as she hugged her brother or mother.
For a few seconds he felt a sense of jealousy that he never had the chance to see him so, but then inside when she realized what had seemed ridiculous, as well as his thoughts himself.
"... so what?" The tone of nervous Shizuo had brought back the reality of the room, tried not to look annoyed that wall with pictures and brought the look on boy in front of them.
"I never said that someone like you could be so ordered." He could not express some of his thoughts that obviously had been ignored and Shizuo without thinking further I had blocked the wall with one hand, putting his arm behind his back while the other arm was pressed on throat.
"I asked what the hell you want, then I have to do whatever your problem to disappear soon unless you want to make a flight down there."
For some seconds he seemed to feel a failure by by Shizuo, his grip was less potent than usual, even for a moment he felt a slight tremor probably resulted from the uncertainty.
"Leave me alone." He whispered calmly, Shizuo hesitated for several seconds in front of that request, then remove all of the force with which restrained Izaya and back.
Izaya rather than keeping it as it was brought forward, bringing his arm around the neck of Shizuo and forcing him to fall to his face; centimeters how far apart their lips were very few Perhaps they were even millimeters.
"You may regret it." that would probably sound more like a threat, but Izaya it was more of an invitation.
"I'm not afraid of you." He whispered, while their lips were touched for the first time.
Shizuo did not object, he simply returned to what he was nothing more than a simple exchange of saliva, is nothing more important; Izaya pressed her against his waist that was left slightly puzzled. When the language of
Izaya entered forcefully into his mouth a mechanism forced him to make a gesture that would never have thought to do, without the slightest effort had raised the other guy, literally dragging on the desk, dropping the pen and a couple of other objects nearby.
Izaya was backed for breath hiding half satisfied smile that the other fortunately did not notice.
The room was filled with low moans, whispers and rumors that the two were trying to make it as suffused possible. The boy's hands were dark toned down to touch the abdomen of the other, further decreasing to tease with the elastic of his boxer malice.
Shizuo one eye half closed suddenly when he felt the teeth of the teeth lacerations Izaya corner of his mouth with the obvious intent to cause him pain, the blonde gasped and pushed hard the other guy with his back against the desk so that Izaya let out a short cry of surprise.
"You hurt me, asshole!" He exclaimed without a second thought Shizuo probably with a voice too high, on the other hand Izaya had answered a laugh low and provocative, while from his lips dripping blood red dark. Shizuo instinctively raised her hand to her mouth where Izaya just before the wounded, touching the injured party that automatically had 'stained' the hand of the same blood that bathed the lips of the dark.
I looked for a moment while the other eye with a look back at his ill-concealed innocent, casually swinging his legs from the desk while casually placing the clothes in an attempt to cover the signs that's Shizuo had left on the body.
"It 's been ... you know, fun." Vague Izaya said, trying to rise up despite the other prevented any escape.
Shizuo hesitated, then moved sideways to let him pass and in that gesture failed to recognize Minimally, the dark and went to the window with a slight smile on his face he just greet him with a 'next to'.
What was that strange sensation?
He had done nothing more than a trick of his enemies, taking half the fun for himself ... he had done more than once, but this time ...
... something was wrong, he could not tell if anything was founded or simply a joke that was doing his brain. He opted for the latter, with the excuse that he was thinking at that time too.
Suddenly his phone rang and when he noticed the house number on the display he remembered to have two sisters who were waiting for him, reluctantly replied in a tone of quiet listening Mairu screaming at the other end of the phone.
"Izaya-nii! When you deserve to go home? We want to play with you! "
Orihara more annoyed the ear off the phone with a laugh and said," I bring a little ' candy, okay? "
now knew them well enough to know their weaknesses, but said it Mairu not he just apologize, say goodbye and hang up.
annoying as he was, he would have the opportunity to think. Again.
He glanced nervously to the books, running a hand through his hair, he did not understand even though in reality there was not much to understand, but the fact that I felt like using a person who simply made him a little disgusted 'disoriented.
Tomorrow would not be seen again, probably if they met their eyes were diverted. Simply remove the memories of that day would be the best.
The days passed so unexpectedly quiet that nobody wanted to pick a fight, not even the shadow of Izaya, he wondered if even in those days or not attending the same class.
In fact would not have had to import so much, not really.
Tick Tack, Tick Tack.
The sound of the clock sounded in the room followed by the noise coming from the bathroom to the side and also the slow steps, the door creaked and a hand that's ruffled hair.
Izaya covered his face with one hand when a beam of light hit right in his face forcing him to open his eyes. His mother, a woman little taller than him, younger and with long black hair was bent to arrange the paperwork that was left around the room.
"At what time you come back tonight?" The woman spoke without even looking at him in the face, the boy raised his eyes to heaven, coming down from the bed to get dressed and go to the bathroom.
"None of your business."
He glanced over his shoulder, noting that she was trembling, but all that mattered only relatively, when shut the bathroom door behind him he felt the noise similar to that of a broken window and the door of his room banging loudly.
He sighed when even the front door slammed, a sign that his mother had left the house.
This was a scene that was repeated often in the house recently Orihara; Izaya would never have admitted to being in the wrong, but equally could not stand the ways of her mother, she hated the woman as called him, was unable to keep him in line ... he was born there was a time that was taken from her. It was just a parent incompetent he could not absolutely nothing to do with it.
Since then he had begun to share the concerns of his mother for him with hypocrisy, or more just imagine doing otherwise.
"Iza-nii! What have you again? "Mairu the resumed as usual, she seemed a woman of the house closest to the role of mother, although it was smaller than him.
The boy ignored her completely entering the room to get a clean shirt. The mirror that was usually placed beside the front door lying on the ground broken up into several pieces.
"But who was to do all this mess," asked the frightened little girl with pigtails, Izaya shrugged and directed a look mild "It 's been your mother."
"Izaya, you're just an idiot," exclaimed all of a sudden Mairu, throwing a well-aimed kick in the shins ; Izaya just looked at me pretending to be offended.
"Why should I be the idiot? If I told you that she has been to combine this mess, "he replied promptly, but the girl ignored him," I Kururi and daughters are not perfect, but at least we try to be respectful of our parents. You should learn to do the same. "
gaze Mairu in glasses was very severe but the boy shook his head," Never mind then ... I thought we had already spoken. "
"Mommy loves you, you can pretend to show what you want ... but I know that you love her too."
Izaya let out an amused laugh, slightly irritated turned to her sister.
"It is not my mother, we are too different to be relatives. From one point of view is as if I had left. "
squeezed his fists, with probably excessive force as he began to feel a slight shake their way through the hands. Without another word dodged his sister and left the house.
The flight was the best solution in those moments, not definitive, but it was useful. At the bottom in his family was rather a method used by all, posing as normal as a family while it was quite rare that they were all sat together at lunch.
hated the false family, more than anything else, just as he hated the way his temper was poured on his sisters.
Instinctively, she found herself walking in the center of Ikebukuro, with his hands in his pockets and looking down, walked quickly without even going to crash into the crowd that came across the street.
"Hey fly!"
[Continue ...]
