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He's Such a Coward He Can Laugh	By : DarkFae Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 3384 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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He's Such a Coward He Can Laugh

Chapter Five

Chaos Theory
A/N: drug references
Recommended Listening: “So Wrong” – Stabbing Westward, “Love Dump” – Static X, “Feelings” – The Offspring, “Only One” – Slipknot
(((Heiwajima Shizuo)))
His betrayal was earth-shattering to me. As I said earlier, it had broken the spell my rage had upon my body (though I wasn't really sure how...), but that's the only thing I'll ever say that Izaya had ever really done for me. Spring semester was halfway through, and the sakura hadn't quite bloomed yet, giving the trees a depressing, bare look. Especially while looking over the city from the roof of Raira High.
“Smoking on the roof, Shizu-chan? How cliché...”
I didn't even turn around, I just smiled a little. “What are you doing here, Izaya-kun? I don't recall any exams today...”
“Oh, a little of this, a little of that...” he replied casually. “Dotachin had some business with me, him and his buddy … oh, what's his name, he's a year or two behind you guys... ahh... oh yes! Togusa-chan! Togusa Sabura!”
“Don't know him.”
“Didn't think you did. But I digress. I may be here at Raira for some business, but I'm on the roof to see you.”
I glanced uneasily around. We weren't alone, and it would be just like him to do something outrageously and humiliatingly sexual. “What do you want?”
“Simple. You're coming out to Shinjuku with me tonight.”
I took a long drag and blew the smoke in his face. He was unphased. “Why?”
“I need a reason?!” he demanded, hopping up on a ledge and balancing. “Okay, how's this excuse? I have an ounce of pot and need to bust a new bong in. Who does that alone, really?”
“You're seriously inviting me over to do drugs?”
“Isn't that what normal teenagers do on the weekends these days?” Izaya snickered.
“You talk like you're not one yourself.”
“I'd hardly call myself normal, would you?”
I had no reply to that. I flicked my cigarette over the chain link fence and snorted. “That's not why you want me over.”
“That may or may not be true, Shizu-chan, but I'll leave that one to you.” Izaya nimbly hopped down and waved as he walked to the door. “You know the way, I'll be back at my place by five. Hope to see you there!”
I shoved my hands in my pockets and glanced over to the other side of the roof. Kasuka was just watching me in silence. He'd never been one for words, even less so than me. How he became an actor with the screenname of Yuhei I'll never know. I think he knew about what I was doing with Izaya every few weeks. He said nothing. Some of his friends approached him and he turned to socialize with them.
A quick text to Shinra to tell him I was taking a different route home, and another to Kasuka to tell him I would be late that night. Shinra was all inquisitive, to which I declined replies. Kasuka of course, simply replied “K.” An odd Twitter notification from Izaya was in my inbox that said, “Fireworks tonight! Stay tuned! People love! People love!! #chaostheory” He always had strange status updates and tweets, so it only raised marginal suspicion. Just what was he up to...?
My heart began to pound as I sat on the bench at the bus stop to Shinjuku. This was stupid. I knew Izaya had a hand in drugs, but I was pretty sure it was little more than a dabble, and he usually followed the strict rule “never get high on your own supply.” He was far more interested in “information,” whatever that meant. There was no way this was about getting stoned. This was going to be something erotic, and to be so blatant about his invitation meant he had something elaborate planned. Somehow, I got the feeling that he was going to try and humiliate me again.
I hesitated as the bus pulled up. I had a bad feeling, and I should have followed it. But no, I was determined at this point. As I took my seat I set my mind. I was going to be in control tonight, not him. I was going to show him that I was not his submissive bitch. I was going to be in charge and call the shots. And I was going to make him like it, the same way he made me like it.
I dialed up to Izaya's apartment at 5:34, at least that's what the digital clock on the call box displayed. “City morgue, you kill 'em, we chill 'em!” came his cheerful voice.
“Funny. Let me in.”
“But of course, Heiwajima-sama*!”
“Ptf. Dick.”
The doors slid open. My palms got sweaty again as the elevator took me up those nine floors. No, I'm not going to back down on this one, I was thinking. I'll beat him into submission if I have to...
Izaya called for me to just come in when I knocked, so I clenched my fists and went in the the lion's den, ready for a power struggle. He was at his laptop on the couch, and he looked up with a smile and a witty greeting on his lips.
Which was quickly knocked right off his face by my school bag, heavy with several textbooks. He tumbled to the floor, and stayed there on his hands and knees for a moment, holding his bloody nose in surprise. “Whoa... ow! This is unexpected...”
“Stay right there, Izaya-kun,” I told him, shrugging off my jacket. “I'm gonna fuck you. And you're going to like it.”
He rolled on his back and wiped his lip with an amused expression on his face. “Oh are you?? You're in quite the mood, Shizu-chan!”
“Shut up,” I ordered, crouching over him and wrapping my hand around his throat, pressing him into the floor. “You think I'll just sit back and keep letting you dominate me? Not tonight. Forget what you had planned. It's my way now.”
“Oh, Shizuo, I'm so proud of you....” he sighed, throwing his arms around my shoulders. “I'm so hard right now.”
“Didn't I tell you to shut up?” I pressed my mouth against his roughly, seeking to quiet him. Our tongues intermingled; he tasted of blood and salt and … well mostly blood, but I didn't care. When we at last gasped for air, I ripped his pants off and played no niceties. I had two fingers up his ass before he could say something snide.
Izaya gasped and threw his head back. The bastard was smiling away despite the pain I was causing in my haste. “Easy! I'm delicate, you know!”
“Bullshit.” I'd never had the opportunity to fuck him before, but from the irritation of constantly being on the receiving end, I understood the mechanics intimately. I bit his shoulder hard and he shuddered.
“Can you at least use some lubrication? I've always been generous enough to do you that favor...” He pointed to the side table drawer as he caught his breath. It made me wonder if he had expected this after all.
“Tch. I don't owe you shit,” I sneered with a smile, wiping his blood off of my face. I reached over and retrieved it anyway. Then he received three fingers quite forcefully, making him clench his teeth through that grin.
“Oh, ow! You're mean! I love it!”
Why bother explaining? Izaya was well aware that I was a little bigger than he was, thus I fully intended to stretch him to four fingers before attempting to pound him one. Which I did within minutes, all the while he laughed, squirmed and quipped through moans of elation.
Good, God, I couldn't take it anymore. I'd been suffering this hard on since I allowed it to life in the elevator. I'd been fighting the damn thing since the bus stop. The heat building up inside of me was boiling to be released, so I pulled my cock out and pinned Izaya beneath me.
“Do me good, Shizu-chan,” he whispered hotly.
“Goddamn, shut up,” I told him again, then shoved my cock inside of him.
Wow. Way tighter than a chick. The sensation was ecstasy. He arched and squirmed a bit as I secured myself deep, then wailed like a porn star when I started to ram into him with no mercy. Izaya didn't just take it either, he kicked and flailed, hitting the table and causing his laptop to go crashing to the floor. Somehow the couch was shoved several inches back and the lamp on the side table tipped over when a stray limb struck the table leg.
I couldn't tell up from down or left from right. My limbs were simply tingling appendages – the only thing that mattered was my hips driving my cock into him repeatedly and the ripples of pleasure it caused all the way into my chest and head; what a rush! Each thrust sent me deeper into euphoria until I just wasn't aware of anything but the act we were committing and the resulting orgasmic feelings. Izaya's cries and near screams of praise were driving me to pound him harder, push it deeper and fuck the boy senseless. I was senseless myself, drowning in our sin. Drowning in Izaya.
It was as if the world had ended in the most wonderful catastrophe imaginable when I came. I swear everything stood still when I finally released the bubble of tension in an explosion within me. “FffffffffUCK!” I cursed, gripping Izaya's wrists above his head. At the time, I was glad I hadn't broken any bones of his – only bruises had been left. Now? Oh yeah, I wish I had snapped him in two.
I caught my heavy breath with my head against his neck, feeling my heart racing in an almost synchronistic manner with his. Izaya gave me a minute or two to gather myself, then put his hands behind his head when my grip had gone slack and stretched beneath me. “I don't suppose you would relieve me, would you?”
“Huh?”
Izaya laughed and ground his unrelieved erection against my bellybutton.
I rose and buttoned my pants. “Go do it yourself. You've left me hanging more than enough times to warrant your suffering.”
“You bastard,” he said slyly, then made his way to his feet, pulling off the rest of his clothing. “Well then, I'll be in the shower. Sit tight!”
I started to clean up the mess we had made as he sauntered off. The lamp made its way back onto the side table, the couch was pushed back to its proper place and the laptop was gingerly placed back onto the coffee table, fortunately in once piece and surprisingly still on.
I'm not a snoop. I had no intention of getting into Izaya's business or going through his electronic sludge of underworld blasphemy. But I saw the word “Shizu-chan” in an open chat window, and my curiosity was piqued. If he was talking about me, I wanted to know why, and to whom. I scrolled up to the beginning.
Shinigami has joined the chat room 05:03:36pm
Shingami: You better be on, Nakura.

Nakura: I told you I would be.

Nakura: What was so interesting that you had to corner me while I was at school?

Shinigami: You know that guy you've been having us follow around?

Shinigami: You realize he's the one that threw a dumpster at my bros, right?

Nakura: Yeah

Shinigami: A DUMPSTER, dude.

Nakura: Why? Chickening out?

Shinigami: I don't want any more of my guys getting hurt because of him.

Nakura: The hell am I paying you for? I told you it would be risky.

Shinigami: The deals off if there's any permanent damage or death.

Nakura: LOL. Relax, Shini-chan! He might dole out some hurt, but he has yet to kill anyone. At least, that's what his friends say...

Shinigami: Don't play games.

Nakura: I'll spare you the philosophical answer to that.

Shinigami: Where will he be Monday?

Nakura: Raira, duh

Shinigami: Details you idiot

Nakura: Soccer field. 12:30pm. Rough him up good, don't hold back.

Shinigami: I never asked, why are we jumping this dude?

Nakura: Call it a mix of an experiment and a commission...

Shinigami: Shouldn't have asked.

Shinigami: You sure this guy can take the twelve of us?? Isn't that a little overkill?

Nakura: LOL. Don't you worry about Shizu-chan. Just be there.

Shinigami: Gotcha.

Nakura: Ooh, speak of the devil. Catch ya later!
Shinigami has logged off 05:36:12pm

Nakura is idle 05:46:23pm

Nakura is no longer idle 05:54:44pm

Nakura is idle 06:04:44pm

Nakura is no longer idle 06:38:53pm
I didn't want to believe it. I wanted to believe that someone else had been able to lift and throw a dumpster … that went to Raira High … with PE right after lunch period … and who was addressed as “Shizu-chan” by Izaya.
My chest felt tight.
“Well! That was refreshing!” Izaya stepped out into his living room wearing jeans and my old buttonless shirt as he toweled his hair, to be cheeky is my guess. “There's something dirty about masturbation when the object of your fantasy is sitting out in your living room, wouldn't you –”
“AAAAAAAAHHHHGGGGGGHHHH!!!!!!!” was all I could manage as I picked up the lamp and hurled it at him. He just tilted his head to one side and it smashed harmlessly on the wall behind him.
“Something wrong, Shizu-chan?”
“IT WAS YOU! YOU'VE GOT THOSE ASSHOLES FOLLOWING ME!” I screamed, picking up the table this time and chucking it. Izaya ducked calmly. “WHAT THE FUCK?! THEY'RE GONNA JUMP ME?!”
“Oh, come now. There's no need to destroy my furniture. The invoice for this is going to get quite expensive if you keep this up...”
“You lied to me!”
“I did no such thing!”
“You pretended... all this time...!”
“Pretended what, Shizuo? I never gave any inclination that this was anything more than what it was. Or even that you were my friend!”
Ow. Ow. That hurt. That tore at my chest. That agony gave way to that rage. My censoring mechanism was totally shot – I gave in without a second thought. The couch was over my head in an instant.
“Put it down, Shizu-chan. You don't want to get injured, do you?”
“SHUT UP!! DON'T CALL ME THAT! I'll KILL YOU!!”
The couch dented the stairs. Of course it didn't hit him, he was out the door, laughing. Laughing! I gave chase, reeling with the urge to snap his skinny little neck. I've only had the desire to kill someone once before … the feeling was so much more intense than that day at the bakery. I wanted Izaya dead. DEAD!
The elevator was already two floors down. I raced down the stairs to try and intercept. I saw him run out the front doors and I ran after him, barely knowing what I was doing. I ripped a metal bench right out from its place in the concrete and threw it at him with all of my might. He jumped over the side of a bridge, narrowly dodging. I ran to the edge, only to see him sitting on top of a delivery truck that had been passing below, moving away at about twenty miles an hour.
“See you later, Shizu-chan!” Izaya called happily with a wave.
“I SEE YOU AT RAIRA, I'LL TEAR YOU APART!!” I screamed. “YOU HEAR ME!! I'LL KILL YOU!!!!”
I'll never forget it. Not my rage, not my hatred for him and not the knife he twisted in my back.
Not ever.
*this honorific suffix is a step above “-san.” -sama would be the equivalent of saying “milord/lady.” Izaya is essentially poking fun at Shizuo's importance and/or age.

**end chapter five**

**Preview Chapter Six: Damage Control**

“Izaya.”
“Hm?”
Shinra looked really serious all the sudden. “What did you do to make Shizuo so angry?”
Out of the blue, I decided I wanted to test Shinra's reactions. I'd already given him a thorough manipulative work out in middle-school, to which he was able to see the genius of and appreciate later, but I had yet to test his adult psychological reflexes. I grabbed his cuff with my good hand and lifted him. I wasn't that physically strong, but Shinra was a small dude, and it was easy enough to get him a few inches off of the floor.
As expected, his expression reflected confusion and surprise. “Wh...Izaya-kun?!”
I brought him close to my face. “What if I did the same to you, Shinra?” I asked huskily. “Would it surprise you to think that something like that could be so intense?” I threw him on the couch and jumped on him, grinning in delight. “What are you thinking? Hm? HM...?”
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