Title: Beauty and The Beast
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya
Warnings: Male x Male Relationships, Smut
Description: Shizuo becomes cursed after breaking a rose at a festival. In order to lift the curse, Shizuo must find his true love. Refusing to face the world with his awful curse, he becomes a shut in within his castle. It isn't until a cocky, raven haired man moves into town that the blonde starts to open up again.
The first thing that I noticed when I started regaining consciousness was comforting warmness that my body is surrounded by. It's like your body being submerged in lukewarm water.
Ah…how much I miss bathing…
The second thing that I noticed was the soreness in my muscles and the slight throbbing pain in my head. It feels like I was hit by a truck…
My crimson eyes open and a sense of fear and confusion start to settle over me. I have no idea where the heck I am. I try and take in my surroundings and figure out where I am. The walls are really dark and the room has absolutely no natural light. The interior is gothic, but not in a frightening way where there are skulls and crosses everywhere. I sit up in the bed that I am lying in, the velvety and warm covers that where over top of my body fall down to my waist, revealing completely foreign attire. These aren't my clothes…My eyes shift down to my wrists and see freshly wrapped tape.
Where the hell am I?
I throw the covers off of my body and swing my feet over the edge of the bed to meet the wooden floor. I roll my shoulders back in attempt to loosen the muscles in my back. My eyes wander around the room before ultimately settling back on my wrists. If the wrap was changed, that means that someone saw. Someone saw my ultimate shame, the mistake that completely ruined my life.
I can't think about that.
Right now I have to figure out where the hell I am. I close my eyes and try to remember the last thing that happened that may have gotten me here. I was walking…and…
I fell through a patch of ice.
That means that someone must have saved my pathetic ass. But who…
The door starts to open and reveals my prince charming that saved me.
I'm really surprised by who is behind the door and start to smirk.
"Why hello there again Mr. Temper~" The man from the café that, assaulted me with straws, was standing there. This guy…saved me? You got to be kidding me. He scuffed and crossed his arms over his chest before leaning against the door frame.
"It's Shizuo Heiwajima, get it right." This man interest me to no end~
"Nice to meet you Shizu-chan~ I am Izaya Orihara~" Shizuo's eyebrow twitched at the little nickname that I gave him. Ha, this is fun~
"Don't call me that. Have some respect for the guy who just saved your sorry ass."
"But I didn't ask you to save me Shizu-chan~" The blonde's eyebrow twitched once again. Man, he really does have a nasty temper.
"Would you rather I would have let you die?" I tap my lips as if I were thinking. Yes, I am grateful that he saved me, but I don't wanna let him know that.
"Hmmm I think you just took me here so that you could take advantage of me." Shizuo gripped the door frame and started to crush the spot that his hand was resting on. It was just so easy to push his buttons and set off his temper. Ignore the cliche saying, but it's like taking candy from a baby. Under my breath, I giggle slightly, and then let me eyes actually take in Shizuo's appearance. In all honesty, he is quite an attractive man. Of course I would never tell him that. My crimson orbs trail up the man's torso and to his face until ultimately locking on the disfigurement on the side of Shizu-chan's face. It somewhat resembles an acid burn, but it is slightly different. It's much too gracefully placed to have been caused by acid. It goes with the curves of his orbit bone and comes out from behind his ear. Maybe a deliberate acid burn? It really intrigues me.
Everything about Shizuo intrigues me.
"What the hell are you looking at? Weren't you ever taught that it's rude to stare?" Shizuo says with clenched teeth. I sense a sort of sadness in his tone as well. It must be…difficult walking around with such a disfigurement in such a profound area. I can only imagine the stares and whispers he must get. Everyone has to see it.
But…I somewhat respect that. Even though it must really hurt him, he doesn't try and hide it. I rub my arms softly. Shizuo is much more of a braver person than I am. I ran from my shame. I ran from the part of me that everyone would stare at and whisper about.
My body leaves the bed as I push myself up and walk towards him. Shizuo does nothing but stare and remain silent as I approach. Once I stop, my crimson orbs lock on his caramel colored ones. Shizu-chan is a lot taller than me, but it isn't so tall that it's awkward. The two of us stare at each other for a bit as if communicating through our eyes. They do say that they eyes are the window to the soul. Maybe if we stare at each other long enough, we will be able to see underneath the exterior that both of us are hiding underneath. My hand twitches and I begin to raise it to touch the scar that run on the side of Shizu-chan's face. However, he grabs my wrist before I can feel his skin underneath my fingertips.
"When are you going home?" Shizuo asks in a much softer tone. It's surprisingly actually, that this man is the same one that broke the door frame just a few seconds ago.
Once again, though, I am reminded of my current predicament. I don't have a home. I don't have a place to lay my head and to shield me from the cruel weather. My face drops slightly.
"I don't have a home…" Shizuo seems shocked about this news. He does nothing but stare at me for a few seconds. Finally, he releases my wrist and turns to walk out the door.
"You will stay here then." I scuff at the man.
"I don't need your pity." Shizuo turns and looks at me with a bit of annoyance on his face. Seriously, it's so easy to annoy him.
"You just seemed like you did a few moments ago." I cross my arms over one another. Izaya Orihara did not take pity from anyone, no matter how dire the situation. My lips part to retort an annoyed reply, but I am cut off by the rambling of Shizu-chan. "I've needed a maid for awhile now…" I raise my eyebrow.
"What are you blabbering about?" Shizuo turns to me fully.
"I'm saying that you can stay here as long as you maintain the place. Like, you know…clean and cook...and stuff…"
"Again, I don't need your pity nor am I a housewife." A smirk tugs at the blonde males lips.
"But it's not pity, it's a job offer." I remain quiet for a moment. Even though the décor is very dark, the place is very beautiful. It would be amazing to live here, not to mention how wonderful it would be to not worry about having a place to stay. Still…did I want steep so low to become some sort of house wife?
I frown as I am once again reminded of the nagging reminder underneath my bandages of how low my life has gotten. Being a house wife is nowhere near as low as that…
"Fine…but I have to warn you, I am a shitty cook." Again, I see a smirk teasing at the blonde's lips. It's actually kind of…cute…
"We'll see about that."
He turns his back once again to me and continues his way down the hallway.
Tch, what a warm welcoming.
I really am trying to make the chapters longer, really am...but for me, that is soooo mentally taxing ;o; I will try and make the next one longer...*feels like a failure*
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