Hey, Cari here. Twinx and I started discussing the concept for a oneshot a few months back. After planning, we came up with the plot, dialougue, and the general actions that would take place, and "acted" it out on MSN, so we could get a feel for the characters. After that, I wrote it into a story format. We both liked the final product so much, we decided to upload it here for your entertainment.
Note: This is obviously out of character and mainly just a fluff piece. We hope you enjoy it, and we hope we don't give you too many cavities with the sweetness we poured into this.
The bitter winter wind whipped at the frost covered window. The howling of the wind drowned out the sounds of the old clock on the wall, and the dull thrum of the refrigerator running. A man clad in pajamas; a gray fleece pullover hoodie, and black work out shorts. He was sprawled on the couch, covered haphazardly with a thick afghan; his sock covered feet poking out the end as his legs dangled over the side. The man who appeared to be in his early thirties held the remote in his hand lazily, flicking through the TV channels. He wasn't paying attention to what was on T.V. His black hair was sticking out in places, and his rusty eyes were heavy, with dark circles forming underneath.
Another moment passed by, and Izaya looked over at the clock on the wall, squinting slightly in the darkness. It was hard to see that far without his glasses, but he could tell that the hands on the clock stated it was far too late to be staying up.
"It's almost three….where the hell is he?" he muttered to himself, letting his head fall back on the pillow propped on the arm of the couch. He yawned slightly and closed his eyes, wondering if he would be able to catch a few minutes of sleep.
Outside of the apartment door, a man wearing a weskit was fumbling in his pants pockets, looking for the key. The man sighed, running his fingers through his bleached hair. With a sigh, he undid his bowtie with one hand while he checked his other pocket for the spare key.
"Fuck…" he grumbled, realizing he had left them back with Tom. He sighed and grasped the knob, twisting suddenly, breaking the knob in place. He pushed open the door, kicking off his shoes with a tired sigh.
The sudden sound of the lock breaking caused Izaya to jump out of his dozing state, his heart racing fast. When he saw the tousled blonde head poke through the door, he calmed slightly, feeling a wave of relief wash over him. The relief was replaced with an intense anger that had him jumping off the couch and stomping toward the brute.
"Shizuo! Where the hell have you been?" he growled angrily, his voice hushed in a bitter whisper. He didn't want to wake the children. "You said you'd be home for our dinner reservations at seven! Your eight fucking hours late!"
Shizuo looked up to see the raven haired man, smiling slightly, "I was late buyi- with Tom, he got me a quick job but took longer than expected..." he sighed and ran his fingers through his hair again. "Sorry I couldn't come to our dinner."
Shizuo stepped closer and tried to grab his lover's arms, to pull him for an apology hug. Izaya pulled his arm away, standing his ground.
"You could have at least called! You had me worried sick! If you had been late an hour or two, fine. But eight hours? I thought you were hurt, or worse: dead! Do you know what was running through my head? What do you think the kids would think! They were wondering where you were too!" he yelled, his voice raising slightly as he continued to yell.
The sound of baby Hibiya fussing was heard over the howling wind outside, and Shizuo's eyes widened slightly as Izaya took a deep breathe to continue yelling.
"Shhh, Izaya...!" Shizuo whispered quickly, grabbing Izaya's arm and turning him around, pressing Izaya's back flush against his chest as he covered his mouth with his hand. "The kids are asleep, right? Quiet down..." Shizuo murmured, as he snaked his hand to around Izaya's stomach and rested his head on the smaller man's shoulder, "I'm sorry, I really am, I didn't notice it was this late…"
Izaya couldn't hold back the incredulous laugh that escaped his mouth. He smacked Shizuo's hand away and turned around, glaring at him. "You didn't notice? You didn't happen to notice that the sun was set? That that no one is walking the streets at this time of night? That shops are closed cause it's fucking three in the fucking morning? I know you're not the sharpest tool in the shed, but you aren't blind for fuck's sake!"
"Izaya..." Shizuo whispered, letting out a heavy sigh, "Alright, I made a mistake, I should have noticed. Just calm down..." He cooed, trying to sound calm, although his temper was slowly rising. He stepped closed to Izaya, softly brushing his cheek with the back of his hand. "You're tired; you always get this cranky when you haven't gotten much sleep."
He dropped his hand and passed Izaya, ignoring the sharp glare Izaya gave him. He went into their bedroom, rifling through the drawers, grabbing his blue track pants and white T-shirt to sleep in.
Izaya just shook his head and followed silently. He knew that the lack of sleep made him more irritable, but he had a damn good reason to be pissed off. He stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frame of the door. "I've been waiting up for you. I was afraid you wouldn't come back home." he muttered, as he bent down to up a toy truck that was lying on the carpet.
The blonde looked back at Izaya, slipping off his vest. He let it fall to the floor as he unbuttoned his shirt, chuckling slightly, "Even you called me a monster that would never die. I was shot once remember?" He said as he slipped off his trousers and slid into his pajama pants. He fisted the folded t-shirt in his hand, and walked over to the door, helping Izaya pick up the toys.
Izaya knew well that the chances of Shizuo getting hurt or killed was very slim. Hell, for years they had been at each others throats, trying to get rid of the other. But that was a long time ago. They had both changed, and it caused Izaya to worry.