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Chapter 7 - Blood Hunger
The two archenemies spent the way to Shinjuku in silence, occasionally glaring at one another before huffing and snapping their heads in opposite directions. There were a million things they wanted to say, hateful words mostly, but somehow, neither of them could bring themselves to break the silence. It was a major change from the usual threats and insults they spew at one another, and by the time they reached the Shinjuku station, they almost didn't even feel like fighting anymore.
Shizuo quietly followed behind Izaya until they were out in the street. Sighing softly, he stopped in his tracks and slipped a hand into his pants' pocket to fish out the cigarette pack. "I'll see you around, but hopefully not too soon," he mumbled and moved to cross the street, but Izaya tightly gripped his arm and stopped him from leaving. "'the fuck you want now, bastard?" Shizuo hissed and tried to shake Izaya's disgusting hand off his arm, but the Informant only held on to it tighter. "Flea..." he growled dangerously and tried to punch him, but Izaya caught his fist, the insect's twisted grin only growing wider after successfully parrying Shizuo's blow.
"Now, now, Shizu-chan, this is not the way you treat someone who's saved your life so many times in the past two days," Izaya chuckled darkly. "Besides, my apartment is not in that direction," he informed the brute glaring at him before finally relinquishing his hold.
"I don't really give a shit," Shizuo said flatly.
"But, Shizu-chan," Izaya pouted, "you agreed to―" he tried to argue, but the rest of the words got caught in his throat when he heard Shizuo laugh ― actually laugh ― as though Izaya himself had missed something important.
Shizuo slipped a cigarette between his lips and lit it up, smirking. "I can't believe you actually bought that."
Izaya's brows furrowed in confusion. For once, he was at a loss as to what the hell was the dumb brute before him trying to say; Shizuo was not one to play games.
"You really thought that I'd go to your place, like we're friends or something?" Shizuo asked, and his tone was one of disbelief. "Wow, you're not as smart as I thought you were."
"So Shizu-chan thinks I'm smart? Aww, that's adorable," Izaya cooed, but on the inside he only felt embarrassment for having been tricked by the protozoan grinning at him like an idiot.
"I only said it so that I'd find out where you lived," Shizuo confessed before he took a lungful of smoke and blew it in Izaya's direction, honey-brown eyes sparkling with satisfaction when the smaller man coughed.
"Then follow me," Izaya offered, smirking back.
Shizuo shook his head. "Nah, not worth the trouble."
"Suit yourself," Izaya shrugged as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket and started walking away.
On the inside though, he felt the impulse to go after Shizuo and plant a switchblade between the stupid beast's hazel eyes. Orihara Izaya was supposed to be the one playing games, not the other way around, and after glancing back just as Shizuo disappeared around a corner, he spun on his heels and vowed to make Shizuo pay for his little stunt. The brute needed to learn that Izaya always got what he wanted, and what he wanted was to turn Heiwajima Shizuo from a dangerous stray into a harmless pet. A blood-thirsty smirk nearly split his face in two, the thought of playing such a game with his long time enemy making his heart beat faster and the blood in his veins sing with excitement.
He tried to keep a safe distance between himself and his prey, but he almost got caught once when Shizuo suddenly turned around and scanned the crowd, as though the blond could somehow sense his presence. It wasn't that far-fetched, considering how the brute could find him so quickly whenever Izaya went to Ikebukuro, but Shinjuku was his territory, and the last few times he went to Ikebukuro, Shizuo hadn't been able to easily sense his presence like he used to before the whole loss of power thing.
A dark chuckle threatened to erupt from deep within, and he had to clamp a hand over his mouth to not attract unwanted attention. Shizuo seemed to be walking around aimlessly, as though he had no idea where he was going, and perhaps he didn't. After about fifteen more minutes of walking, it looked like Shizuo decided to take a break, and Izaya watched him buy something ― he couldn't tell what, but he guessed it was either pudding or icecream ― before the blond went to sit on a bench. Izaya would've loved to get closer, but he didn't want to risk getting caught.
Bubbling with excitement, he fished out his phone and joined the chatroom. He didn't waste any time on small-talk, so after greeting the people there, he asked innocently if anyone knew what Shizuo was doing in Shinjuku. He only mentioned the general area where he saw him, not really going into details, and then logged out. After all, he didn't want to make it too easy for the angry mob going after his prey. He did wonder though how long it'd take them before they found Ikebukuro's beast. Some of the people from the day before posted online something about Orihara Izaya helping Heiwajima Shizuo out, but it sounded like such a ludicrous thing that no one believed it. That suited Izaya just fine.
The funny thing about being in Shinjuku was that people didn't know Shizuo, so they didn't stare or whisper things about him whenever they passed him by. In Shinjuku, Heiwajima Shizuo was just another human, now more than ever after losing his strength. With no one to piss him off, Shizuo's expression actually looked serene as he ate his pudding or icecream ― Izaya was still uncertain about which one it was ― and once he was done he got up and threw the cup into the trash can nearby before sitting down again.
After that, Shizuo spent the next hour or so watching the people walking by, and Izaya couldn't help but wonder if the brute also liked to observe humans. Impossible, he told himself and checked the chatroom again to see if those guys where anywhere near finding Shizuo. Judging by the messages, some of them were already in Shinjuku, but it didn't look like they were close to their prey. A sound of frustration escaped Izaya's lips, and just as he was about to give them a clue, a few gang members that he recognized from Ikebukuro seemed to be heading in Shizuo's direction. Unfortunately, Izaya couldn't warn him. After all, he needed the protozoan to find him instead of the other way around.
The men attacked Shizuo the second they approached him, and Ikebukuro's beast responded in kind. Izaya couldn't help but cringe a few times when Shizuo got hit, and he almost interfered himself when it looked like the brute would end up getting killed, but luckily, Shizuo did the only smart thing one could do in his situation, which was to run the hell away from there. Normally, six guys would've been nothing to Ikebukuro's beast, but an injured Shizuo without his monstrous strength stood no chance against them. Izaya followed closely behind as they ran through the streets, taking a few shortcuts so that Shizuo would run into him while trying to lose his pursuers. Izaya knew Shinjuku like the back of his hand, so when he finally ended up in front of a store that Shizuo would surely pass by, he stopped and pretended to look for something to buy.
"Oi, flea, 'the hell you doing here?" Shizuo asked, sounding out of breath.
Izaya fought to not burst into laughter. "Just looking to buy a few things. You look pretty banged up, what happened?" He tried to sound surprised, and he hoped that the brute bought his little act.
"Can't talk, gotta run," Shizuo grumbled before he broke into a sprint.
Izaya immediately followed. "Wait, Shizu-chan, what's wrong?" he asked in a concerned voice.
"People followin' me," Shizuo hissed through gritted teeth before he suddenly turned around, wrapped his fingers around Izaya's throat and slammed him into a nearby building. "You told them where I was," he growled and then ended up hissing in pain and releasing his hold on his enemy when Izaya punched him hard in the stab wound.
"Oi," Heiwajima, you're so dead!" one of the men shouted just as he was crossing the street towards them.
"Now's not the time," Izaya announced before he grabbed Shizuo's arm and started running away, the blond struggling to keep up with his speed. "I'll help you lose them, so trust me, at least this one time, ne?"
"Tch!"
Izaya was a bit concerned that he'd been seen, but he didn't want to think about that when he had more important things to worry about, like taking Shizuo to safety. He almost burst into laughter, because it wasn't something he ever thought he'd one day end up doing, and judging by the brute's silence, Shizuo was finally starting to realize that he had no choice but to do as he was told if he wanted to live. Smirking to himself, Izaya released Shizuo and continued to run, going through many side streets and alleyways in an attempt to lose their pursuers. The men were more motivated to catch Ikebukuro's beast that Izaya had originally thought, but after about fifteen minutes of getting chased through Shinjuku, Izaya got an idea.
"Vendor-san, do you think we can hide beneath your counter for a few minutes?" Izaya asked as both he and Shizuo burst into a store. Before the seller even had a chance to answer, Izaya took out a few bills, shoved them into the man's pockets, dashed under the counter and pulled Shizuo down with him. The space was too small for two people, so Shizuo had no choice but to sit on Izaya's lap, which was awkward as hell for the both of them.
"Stop squirming," Izaya whispered into Shizuo's ear.
"Fuck this!" Shizuo snapped and tried to get out, but Izaya clamped a hand over his mouth and then wrapped an arm around his waist, successfully trapping him there. Shizuo was about to start struggling, or maybe just bang their heads together repeatedly until Izaya would release him, but they heard hurried footsteps approaching and they both froze.
"Hey, old man, have you seen two guys running past here?" one of the guys asked.
"They went that way," the man answered and pointed to his right.
Both Shizuo and Izaya held their breathes as the footsteps disappeared into the distance for what felt like an eternity before the man told them it was safe to get out.
Shizuo grumbled and awkwardly dusted himself while Izaya couldn't stop smiling. "Thank you very much for your help," he told the vendor and handed him a few more bills.
"No, thank you, young man."
Izaya smiled and waved before walking away, Shizuo following after him like a lost puppy.
"That was not a good place to hide under," Shizuo muttered, his face still red after the awkward position he'd been forced to sit in because of the damn flea walking in front of him.
Izaya half-turned and shrugged. "It worked, didn't it?"
"Tch!" Shizuo scoffed and snapped his head to the side, disgust written all over his face. "At least I should've been the one sitting down, since I'm taller," he tried to argue, but Izaya's chuckle discouraged him from continuing.
"Well, bye bye now~" Izaya singsonged and wondered if Shizuo would stop him and ask him for help. He knew that if he insisted, it'd look suspicious, and then Shizuo would never accept his help.
"Do you think they'll give up and go back to Ikebukuro?" Shizuo asked, sounding a bit worried.
Izaya stopped in his tracks and pulled out his phone. "Hmm, let me see..." he spoke in a serious tone and logged in to check the chatroom. "No, sorry to disappoint you, Shizu-chan, but it looks like they're really determined to find you. Look..." he said and raised the phone.
Shizuo reluctantly approached Izaya and stared at the screen, reading line after line from people talking about meeting up in Shinjuku to hunt him down. "To think they'd even follow me here," he grumbled and scrubbed a hand over his face before running it through messy blonde hair.
Izaya lowered his arm and sighed. "Most humans are like that, Shizu-chan. Once they smell blood, they follow its trail, regardless of where it leads."
"I have no idea why you're so fascinated by them," Shizuo admitted and awkwardly scratched his head, staring straight ahead and looking pensive.
"Because their actions and reactions are so interesting!" Izaya bubbled with excitement. "A beast like you would never understand."
"Guess not."
Izaya started walking away again, but he abruptly stopped and half-turned with a smirk on his face. "Ah, my offer still stands, in case you change your mind. You know my number."
Shizuo kept glowering at Izaya's back as the man, no, the insect, was moving further away from him. I'll be okay, he tried to reassure himself. I'll just find a hotel and then... shit... I won't be okay, that's the first place where they're gonna look. Shitshitshit... "Oi, Izaya," he found himself calling the insect's name before he even realized what he was doing.
"Yes...?"
Shizuo kept inwardly cursing himself, but the words had left his mouth before he even had a chance to think things through. Fuck! Instead of answering right away, he pulled out a cigarette, lit it up and then took a lungful of smoke. "Your offer... I accept it," he mumbled reluctantly. "I don't want my family to end up paying for my hospital bills, or worse, my funeral," he admitted, "so I'm going to take you up on that offer, at least for a few days."
Izaya barely hid the malicious smirk threatening to show on his face. "It's always good to know that Shizu-chan is not suicidal," Izaya chirped, "'cause that would be bo~oring!"
"Just don't try anything funny. I'll fuckin' kill you if you do," Shizuo warned as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants and headed towards the flea standing a few feet away from him.
"What are you talking about?" Izaya asked innocently. "What could I possibly do to a monster like you, hmm?"
Shizuo sneered and pulled out his phone to let Tom know that he would be away for a few days. "I don't know," he answered after sending the message. "You're the bastard flea, so how should I know what your screwed up mind might come up with?"
Izaya snickered the whole time as he crossed the street. Ikebukuro's beast ― well, former beast ― was actually following him home by his own free will. This is too funny! He could almost hear himself laughing hysterically inside his head, and he was glad that he had such good control over his masks because it wouldn't do to break into laughter next to his archenemy. He knew better than anyone how volatile Shizuo's temper was, and he didn't want the man to snap and run away from him again. By telling people that Ikebukuro's beast was in Shinjuku, he knew that he had pretty much forced Shizuo to go to the only place where people would never think to look. Everyone in Ikebukuro knew the deep hatred they shared, so Izaya had no doubts that no one would bother him while looking for Shizuo. Now that he thought about it, he would have to remember to start a rumor about Orihara Izaya being the one to finally get rid of Ikebukuro's beast, simply because it'd be fun to have them wonder if it was true. He knew that many people would believe it, and that would only work in his favor.
"Oi, are we there yet?" Shizuo asked after a while. It wasn't that he was curious where the insect lived ― or so he kept telling himself ― but the broken ribs were making it hard for him to breathe, and it looked like some of the stitches got torn when Izaya had punched him, because he could see blood seeping into the material of his bartender uniform. "Flea? Did you hear what I said?"
"Oh?" Izaya asked, blinking. "No, my mind was someplace else."
"I said, are we there yet?" Shizuo growled and then took another smoke from the cigarette.
"As a matter of fact, we are," Izaya informed him.
Somehow, Shizuo felt out of place as his eyes scanned the expensive-looking interior of the building they went into. "You must make a lot of money by screwing people over, huh?" he muttered in disgust.
"Not nearly as much as I'd like to," Izaya said, slightly irritated, before he pushed the elevator button again. "Is this broken?" he frowned and pressed it again, but when the elevator didn't arrive, he sighed loudly before heading towards the stairs. "They fixed this a couple of months ago, and now it's broken again. What kind of half-assed job did those guys do?" he muttered discontentedly and went up the stairs.
"Maybe it just didn't want to let you in," Shizuo taunted, but he nearly ended up falling down the stairs when Izaya suddenly turned around and snatched the cigarette from between his fingers.
"No smoking in my apartment, got it?" the Informant warned with a dangerous glint in his eyes.
Shizuo glowered at him for a few moments before sighing and nodding.
"Good. Now, there are a few rules," Izaya said and then continued up the stairs after crushing the cigarette under the sole of his shoe. "Don't touch my computer and laptop, or anything related to my work. In fact, don't get anywhere near my desk."
"Who the hell would wanna see the fucked up shit you do?" Shizuo snapped.
"There are many people who would kill to get their hands on the information I possess on some of the most influential figures in this city," Izaya informed him with a smirk on his face, sounding proud of himself. "You wouldn't believe what some of these so-called upstanding citizens do in their spare time. Even I find it hard to believe sometimes, and I'm someone who expects almost anything from my beloved humans."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
"And... we're here," Izaya said after stopping in front of the door.
"Top floor, huh?" Shizuo mumbled. "Figures."
Izaya's smirk grew wider as he fished out the key. "Of course. How else would I observe my humans, if not from above?" Izaya then chuckled and stepped inside, but instead of going in, Shizuo was staring at him with a strange expression on his face. "Well, aren't you going to come in?"
Shizuo's frown deepened. "I'm not sure this is such a good idea."
"Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you in your sleep. I wouldn't want to dirty my shiny floor with your filthy blood," Izaya said before going further inside the apartment and leaving the door open for the protozoan to come in when he found the courage to step into enemy territory. "Don't tell me Shizu-chan is a coward," he snickered, and he knew that he'd pushed a button when Shizuo stormed inside, slammed the door and then marched towards him, sneering. "Who the fuck is a coward, flea? I dare you to say that again."
Izaya flicked open his switchblade and pressed it to Shizuo's neck before the blond even had a chance to land a hit. It was almost funny how easy it would've been for him to destroy a powerless, wounded Ikebukuro beast. "I told you to stay away from my desk," he warned him in a disgustingly sweet voice, as though he wasn't threatening him with the switchblade.
"Y-Yeah," Shizuo muttered. He was supposed to stay away from the man, but with an angry, blood-thirsty mob looking for him, he really had no choice but to swallow his pride and allow the disgusting insect to help him out. "Got it."
Izaya slipped the switchblade back into his pocket before sitting down in his desk chair. "Shizu-chan, go take a shower, you stink," he said, amused, and then smirked nastily when the brute snarled at him. "Up the stairs, on the right. I'll bring you a change of clothes. Leave the door open~"
"Like hell I will!" Shizuo growled but headed up the stairs nonetheless.
"I promise I won't molest you! I'll only bring you a set of clothes~"
"'the hell?! Just leave them on the floor in front of the door!"
"But that's dirty!" he shouted after Shizuo, but he ended up flinching when he heard the door getting slammed. Stupid protozoan, I didn't say you could destroy my apartment.
Sighing, he got up and went to look for something that would fit a brute like Shizuo. He laughed to himself when he heard the water running, and he opened the door to his bedroom and went inside. Because Izaya himself was so skinny, he knew that his clothes would be too small for Shizuo, but he was glad that he had a slightly bigger pair of sweatpants from when they had messed up his order at an online store. He'd been too busy to even bother to change the item, so in the end, he ended up throwing them in with the rest of clothes he didn't wear very often. Luckily, he had a matching sweatshirt too, and even though he assumed one of his undershirts would be a bit too tight for the brute, he still picked one of those, as well as a pair of briefs. This time he couldn't help himself, and he broke into thoroughly entertained laughter at the thought of Ikebukuro's beast wearing his archenemy's underwear. They were new, but it was still ridiculously funny. Really, Shizu-chan, I can't believe that for a few brief moments, I thought you were boring, he mused before he retrieved a sheet of paper and placed the clothes on it and in front of the bathroom door.
"This should be interesting~" he sang and went to change as well. He had a feeling that he wouldn't be able to close an eye with Ikebukuro's beast in his house. But that's why it's so much fun.
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