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Let's Pretend	By : DarkFae Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 3508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Don't own Durarara!! or any characters/ place to do with it. Dont make profits, only warm fuzzy feelings.

Chapter List
- 1-Let's Pretend
- 2-Psyche
- 3-Awake
- 4-Fantasy
- 5-Reality
- 6-Introspection
- 7-Rumination
- 8-Check
- 9-Deja Vu
- 10-Truth
- 11-Checkmate
- 12-Epilogue
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Let's Pretend [[Psychedelic Dreams]]

Chapter Nine

Deja Vu

“Tsugaru...”

“Psyche...oh PSYCHE!”

“Come for me...!”

“AAHH!”

“Yyyeeeeeeesssssss!”

It was odd. Shizuo never remembered anything said between the two other than the sounds of bliss they made when they embraced. Psyche leaned his head on Tsugaru's shoulder and sighed. “This isn't good.”

“Not at all.”

“They're onto us.”

“Well one of them is smart like that. The other is incredibly intuitive. They know, Psyche. This will have to end until we find another pair that share this intense of a relationship...”

“Why does it always have to end like this?”

“I don't know.”

“Tsu-chan...”

“Hm?”

“Tsu-chan, tell me. Tell me just in case this is the last time. If they Wake, it's done for who knows how long...”

“I love you Psyche.”

“I love you Tsugaru.”

Shizuo actually rose to the sound of his cellphone alarm troubled. The interaction was left a strange tone over the twilight state of wake and sleep. He felt Tsugaru's sorrow and the possibility of having to be separate from Psyche. He almost felt bad for them...

But not bad enough to keep seeing Izaya.

“Fuck...” Shizuo cursed as she lowered herself upon his upright member, reveling in her wetness. She looked over her shoulder and smiled, her face a flushed pink with an elated expression on her face, like a fantasy of hers was being fulfilled. He wouldn't doubt it either, the way she fawned...

The pest had been gone for a whole three days, but instead of a small amount of relaxation, Shizuo was tense. God have mercy on the clients Tom was haggling that day, for many a man went flying in the air with an assortment of objects, most large and heavy.

Having marginal control over his rage proved beneficial. He was reaching for the closest vehicle to throw. His grip tightened on the fender of the closest van when a hand grabbed his wrist. He glared at the offender, ready to chuck him along with said van when Kadota shook his head.

“Please don't. Togusa-kun is ready to have a heart attack.”

Shizuo forgot about the endebted client and the rage dissolved. “Hey. Sorry.”

Tugosa sat down hard on the curb, looking a strange shade of blue, as if he'd forgotten to breath the minute Shizuo laid a hand on his precious Italian van. Last time he'd lost a door. He was thanking a deity under his breath when Erika and Walker poked their heads out from the back.

“Hey! Its hard to discuss the mechanics of the relationship between Kurai and Arachne when we're getting bounced around, no?” Walker called, his girlfriend looking annoyed at first.

“Oh, Dotachin! It's Shizu-chan!” Erika cried happily once she realized who it was, jumping out with a grin.

“Don't call me that,” they said together.

His hands reached around to her breasts, squeezing them gently so as not to hurt her. Too much. She moaned and arched her back, rocking into him harder and faster. “Ooh, Shizuo-san …. ooooh oh yes, you're so BIG!”

“Oi! Shizuo-chan!” Tom called.

“My bad,” Shizuo replied.

“I'm pretty much done for the night, don't worry about it.”

“Sure.” Shizuo turned and bumped strait into Erika, who had a dreamy look in her eye. “Uh, can I help you?”

She presented a worn sketchbook to him, still starry-eyed. “Heiwajima-san, would you sign the doujin I drew?” she giggled sheepishly.

“DON'T!” everyone else shouted. Walker reached to grab it, but Erika crouched around her work, protecting it from his grabs.

“Do you WANT him to destroy this van?!!” Togusa cried anxiously.

“But he inspires me so much!!” Erika wailed. “The precious dynamic of seme and uke is at stake here! I’ll do anything, Shizuo-sama! Anything!! Pleeeeeeeeeeease?!”

“What are you talking about?” Shizuo asked, prying the book from Erika's arms despite Walker's protests.

“DON'T READ THAT!!” he cried desperately. “Trust me, Heiwajima-san! It would make you very, very angry! Whatever she would do for you to sign it, I’ll double for you not to even look at it!”

Shizuo glanced over at Kadota, who was chuckling to himself. Togusa was about ready to panic. Tom approached from behind him wearing a smile. “Well Shizuo-chan? I think you should take his girlfriend for a night to blow off some steam.”

Erika blushed deeply. “REALLY?!”

“Eh?!” Walker demanded.

“You said anything...” Tom pointed out. “Double anything in fact.”

“Unbelievable...” Kadota chuckled.

“Just please don't hurt my van!” Togusa begged.

“If it means you won't read that beautifully drawn atrocity, then take her!” Walker shouted.

“Settled then,” Tom agreed.

“Wha...?! Hey!” Shizuo interjected. Was he just set up with Karisawa Erika??

Erika was squealing in delight as Togusa relaxed and hopped in the drivers seat. Kadota smirked and waved, taking shotgun, as always.

“Be back in time for the Kaori Yuki signing in the morning!” Walker called cheerfully from the side door.

Erika waved happily. “You rock, Yuma-chi!! Muah!” she blew him a kiss and hooked her arm in Shizuo's as her friends drove off.

Tom smirked. “There you have it. Take the rest of the night off, Shizuo-chan. You need it.”

“But... what...? Hey...”

“Have fun!”

He looked down at Erika ogling him. “Wait, what just happened?” he asked dumbly.

“Oh, we should so make a night out of this!” Erika gushed, beginning to pull Shizuo along.

“Hey – !”

“Let's go to Sunshine 60! Oh, but first, what should we do for dinner? Russia Sushi maybe? I love that place!” she continued, yanking him by the elbow down the street. “I mean, who doesn't? Ooh! Tell me about your latest encounter with Iza-chi! Have you finally confessed? OOH! Maybe HE confessed to YOU!”

Shizuo was ever so glad she wasn't looking at him while she pulled him mercilessly forward. There was a pang, as if someone had tied a string to his stomach and had just yanked. He hardened his face as soon as he realized that it had flinched into an expression he wasn't sure of, hoping that there wasn't a blush in his ears. “What the hell are you talking about? I’d confess to bludgeoning him repeatedly with a tire iron!”

“That's so seme!” she shrilled happily.

“Ooh, talk dirty to me...” she begged as her nails ran along his thighs while she fucked him in the kitchen chair without restraint. Shizuo grunted, hoping it would be enough to tell her that he was enjoying himself just fine. “Pleeeeeease?”

“Why the hell is the thought of me doing ANYTHING to Izaya-kun except for bashing his stupid face into a brick wall so appealing?” he demanded, snatching his arm back when they walked in before she could drag him any further. Tom thought he needed to get laid or something?? He hated when he did that... if he wanted a goddamned lay it wasn't that hard to go to the nearest bar and act too cool to flirt (it hid the fact that he was really not very good at flirting at all).

“Love and hate are so similar!”

“Yeah, in your fantasy manga-land!”

“Are reality and fantasy so different?” Erika pointed out as she slid into a booth.

Shizuo stopped and stood there for a moment. Fantasy and reality...Tsugaru overwhelmed his mind all of the sudden, and of course his feelings and actions towards Psyche. And Psyche was of course....

“Are you alright, Shizu-chan?” Erika asked suddenly.

He could suddenly give a shit what Tsugaru and Psyche wanted. He hated Izaya. Hated, hated, HATED him. This confusion was simply that crazy ghost thing toying with him. There couldn't be anything like that between them – people who didn't love each other fucked all the time. Even people who loathed each other did it.

So he was determined that the incident meant nothing between him and Izaya. Shizuo wasn't even gay, it had been a fluke. It was NOTHING. Nothing. Nothing at all.

And he was going to prove it.

Suddenly Shizuo grabbed Erika's hand and dragged her out of the restaurant, ignoring her inquisitive shriek. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“My place.”

Erika pouted over her shoulder and gave his cock a squeeze with her walls, making him moan. It was hot. Hot with her hair down and much longer than he thought it was. Hot with her half naked, dress hiked somewhere around her middle. Hot the way her breasts jiggled when she bounced on his cock. Hot the way her lips that had held his cock in blissful captivity minutes before jutted out and trembled a bit as she begged him to be more vocal in the matter.

“I'm bad at this,” he huffed, thrusting his hips up into her as she arched and moaned. Good lord, was this body really twenty years old like she claimed? She was so small and light it was almost like a school-girl fantasy.

“Call me names...” Erika pleaded.

Tch... fine. “Slut,” he whispered, grabbing her hips and slamming her down into his erection. She let out a climatic wail, clearly coming at the simple gesture. “Whore...” he continued, reaching up to pull a lock of her long black hair. Erika made motions of agreement, which fueled the rushed fucking. “Your boyfriend totally just pimped you out to me. You're mine tonight.”

“Ohhhh that makes me come, Shizu-chan!!”

“Fuck … fuck!” Fifteen minutes and it was over. Shizuo felt sort of cheated.

He got off yeah, and clearly Erika did, but there was something he couldn't quite reach. It hadn't been a mind-blowing orgasm. Not like Izaya –

What the fuck was he thinking?

Erika rose and tossed her hair out of her face, grinning over her shoulder. “Whew! That was three steps below the ultimate fantasy!”

“I don't want to know,” Shizuo told her flatly, buttoning his pants. Oh great, a chatty one. God, how did he end up with her again?

Erika adjusted her dress and smiled shyly. “I did promise Yuma-chi not to show you if he 'pimped me out' as you put it for the night. I honestly wasn't expecting this, I’m thrilled, just so you know.”

“Great.” God, just leave...

She reached into her backpack that had been tossed aside as soon as the door had been opened and pulled out the sketchbook. “You don't have to see it to sign it, ne~?”

“Sure.” If you'll go away, I’ll come on the fucking thing if it would scrintch your panties sufficiently. Shizuo flipped to the back and took her pen while she squealed in delight. He froze.

The last page had a very accurate rendering of Psyche waving forlornly next to a sakura tree.

He flipped to the beginning and Erika looked startled. “Oh, no! As much as I would love your opinion, Yuma-chi would kill me if you got mad and wrecked something!”

Shizuo ignored her and read the doujin frantically. It was well drawn smut, he would give her that, but even though the images were humiliatingly semblant of Izaya and himself, it was the content that captivated him.

It was Tsugaru and Psyche's encounter in the sakura forest.

“You … where did you get this story?” Shizuo demanded. The words Try harder out of Psyche's mouth drawn with a smirk sent a shiver down his spine. This … this was that dream exactly!

“Oh, I didn't write it, I just drew it,” Erika explained modestly. “I actually pulled it of off a Blogger user named Kanra-san. She's a very eloquent writer, you see. She posted this last week and I couldn't help it. Her descriptions of the characters reminded me so much of you and Orihara-san I couldn't resist! Please don't be mad!”

Oh, he knew who Kanra was alright. It made him hate Izaya even more. That ache for Psyche had left him very unsatisfied with the encounter that Erika was kind enough to grace him with (bless her twisted little fushoji soul).

“You're mad, aren't you?” Erika asked sadly, hanging her head.

Shizuo signed the last page and handed it back to her. “Here. I gotta go.”

“Huh? Where are you going?”

“Shinjuku.”
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