Hey readers! I hope your Valentine's Day was above and beyond. I will still be continuing this story even though V-day has passed. (I hope I still have readers.) Anyway, the idea for this chapter came from my good friend mountain ash. Check out her stuff, she's a writing genius.
SUNSHINE AND SUSHI!
Needless to say, Izaya broke Ground Rule #2 about 3 days after the rules were initiated. It had all started when Celty, Shinra, and Izaya went out for Russia sushi. Celty and Shinra were attempting to teach Izaya the basics of social skills. Both had recognized that if Izaya was ever going to end up with Shizuo, he needed drastic reform in the way of social skills. Under that scheming, double-crossing shell, was a fairly awkward human being.
"So," Shinra said, drumming his fingers against the surface of their table. They sat in a secluded booth towards the back of Russia sushi.
"Hmm?" Izaya sounded dazed, not all there.
Shinra cleared his throat. "What lovely weather we're having."
"It's been warm lately."
"Hmmm." Izaya replied dreamily.
"Pretty soon, we'll be breaking out those swim trunks, am I right?"
[Shinra, it's February. It's cold. It's bitter.]
"Celty, I am trying to make small talk. Have you no respect?"
Celty stepped in.
[Try a different tactic. I don't think his mind is on the current weather.]
Why did Celty have to be so right all the time?
"Er…Izaya, that Shizuo's pretty cute, isn't he?"
Izaya snapped out of his haze, instantly alert.
"Of course. What do you think is his cutest feature? Is it his nose? That is a good a nose to have. It's pretty cute."
"Gosh," Shinra answered lamely, "I think his clothes are pretty…hip. I mean, I'm totally jealous of those…cool-kid shades."
Celty's body started shaking like a tremor, erupting in silent laughter.
"I don't know why he always hides behind those sunglasses; he has the sweetest brown eyes." Izaya frowned, prodding a sushi roll with his chopstick.
"Oh yeah…Those eyes sure are…fab."
"I think his arms are the best. They're so strong. I bet he's hiding arm mussels the size of cantaloupes under that bartender's uniform."
Shinra said nothing.
"Not to mention abs! He's probably ripped. My Shizu-chan is hot," Izaya said with delight.
Color rushed to Shinra's cheeks. He felt like he was standing on the bow of a sinking ship. He stared out the window as Izaya almost aggressively described the perfection of Shizuo's physique. Shinra shot his fiancée a pleading look that spelled out 'save me.' Celty pretended she hadn't understood him and merely shrugged.
"…And personally, I think he would look adorable in those adult footie-pajamas, you know, the flannel ones? I mean there are so many other fashion options than black-tie. I suppose it doesn't matter. He looks like an angel in everything he wears. You know, I hope he doesn't ever get his hair cut! It's so adorable the way it is now, I should get the same cut. Do you think I should-"
"You know Izaya," Shinra interrupted, standing up quickly. "I think it's time to go back to the apartment. Let's get moving."
Izaya shoved the last sushi roll in his mouth as Shinra and Celty pooled money to pay for the bill. They were preparing to leave when a distressed Mikado burst into the restaurant, out of breath.
"Kida and Anri…Police…Misunderstanding…Help." He gasped, bending over and panting like a dog.
"Not good," Shinra cringed, turning to Celty, who was beginning to panic.
[Not good. So not good. We have to go straighten things out. Where are they, Mikado?]
"The police station."
[Just Brilliant. That's halfway across town.] She whirled on Izaya. [Izaya, head back to the apartment. No detours, just go straight there. If you do anything you shouldn't, I'll lock you in the refrigerator for a week, understand?]
She didn't wait for an answer.
[Shinra, Mikado, let's get down to the police station before anything bad happens.]
The trio was gone in a heartbeat, and soon the haunting cries of Celty's motorcycle could be heard as it sped away.
Izaya stood in the practically deserted restaurant staring at the door before making his way back to the dullahan's apartment.
Now you must understand, Izaya did not set out with the intention of meeting Shizuo Heiwajima. He just so happened to be strolling by in the opposite direction when he ran into the debt collector.
"Shizu-chan! Shizu-chan!" Izaya squealed the moment he saw his crush and raced up to Shizuo, causing several civilians to stare. The hairs on the back of Shizuo's neck stood up on end as he felt the gaze of several mildly interested onlookers on him. With all those eyes on him, he felt naked.
"Izaya," he hissed in a whisper only loud enough for the information broker to hear. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Talking to you?"
"Don't be a smart-ass. Look, just don't attract attention to us and I promise I won't wide the floor with your face, you little flea."
"Remember your manners, Shizu-chan. Fine, fine, I'll be quiet."
"What are you up to anyway? Screwing someone over?"
"No, no, just getting some fresh air and good exercise."
Shizuo highly doubted this, but he didn't say so.
"Shizu-chan, I was wondering, do you have huge abs?" Izaya blurted out the question, unable to contain his honest wonder.
Shizuo threw his head back laughing. There was something about that curious look in Izaya's eyes, genuine and childish, that was…irresistible.
"Is there no filter between your mind and your mouth? Why the hell would you think that?"
"Duh, my Shizu-chan is very strong!"
"Well, no, I do not have really huge abs."
"Oh. Hey Shizu-chan, do you believe in fate?"
"Where did that come from?" Shizuo thought for a moment. It struck him as odd that he was having a deep conversation with Izaya, of all people. The weirdest part was, the whole thing felt natural. "Yeah, I guess I do."
"Hmm. Interesting. My Shizu-chan believes in fate. I guess you learn something new every day."
Shizuo smiled, a strange, unknown warm feeling flooding his chest. He barely even noticed he had been addressed as 'my Shizu-chan,' and on some sub-conscious level, he didn't care. Suddenly, Shizuo became aware of that alien emotion he was feeling for the first time in his life. Like all unknown things barging in his world, he didn't like it. What was going on? Was it possible that he was…enjoying himself with someone who was supposed to be his enemy?
"I've got places to be," he grumbled, pushing past Izaya and through the cold February streets, leaving the information broker alone on the curb. Izaya watched him go until the busy streets swallowed him up like a large monster, with the thought that perhaps the fate that was pulling him towards the strongest man in Ikebukoro was the very same fate Shizuo believed in.