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007 ❃ Video

((The feed starts out very...GREEN!! Looks like someone left their communicator in the grass. Oh well. Guess we'll just have to enjoy the feed and NATURE for a little while. Guess it's the evening... Not much to see right now, you guys.But! Tune in. Sounds like things are indeed happening. The splashing of water faintly indicates where the feed originates. Occasionally the green wall of leaf is blown aside just slightly, showing off the shoreline and plain sky. You can guess it's a nice day out. Not sure why anyone would want to go swimming in this weather, or in THAT water. Crazy bastards, but isn't Discedo full of 'em.

More splashing; silence picks up. The leaf blocking your view rustles again, and a quick rush of the wind blows it momentarily out of the way.

While the scene was fleeting, anyone could rewind back and remind themselves that this is no joke. The pink haired doctor--Sakura, unsurprisingly--lays across the beach with her bodyguard over her. His mouth reaches down to touch hers. It's distant, but telling; the leaf replaces the scene almost immediately.

When it's finally blown out of the way again, some minutes later, she's sitting up, her arms swung around his neck. Shizuo is just then finding his way through this hug.))

((ooc; Backdated to the evening of the 16th over Shizuo's feed. They won't be responding to any messages until the next day (the 17th), MEANING by the time they say anything to anybody, they're caught up in the middle of Truth or Dare!!! Additionally, Sakura and Shizuo were in the hospital that evening, rather than returning home. Housemates should have gotten a message about not showing up. Here's a log if anyone cares for details HAHA.

BTW, for the event: Sakura is lies and obedience, Shizuo is lies and disobedience.))

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And I won't allow you to give it to anyone else anymore!

[With Shizuo's hand still around his neck Izaya suddenly leaned forward. Lip's met in a clash that was more of a battlefield than a kiss as the raven's nails dig into Shizuo's chest]

What are you goin' on about? I'm-

[ There are no warnings. Nothing he can react to. No tells he can spot before it happens. It absolutely stuns him. Freezes up his joints. His eyes get wide, pupils pinpricks. He stares - for the briefest moment, yet the longest he's even known.

So many questions surface in his mind. So many conclusions. His heart slams against his chest, blood pounding in his ears; he can't hear, he can't breathe, he can't move, he just fucking stands there. He hates him, with every piece of himself he hates him. Why, why does he just stand there?

Do something. Crush his windpipe, choke-slam him into the asphalt, punch him, knee him, do something. ]

[ In the middle of the shopping district in broad daylight, Shizuo reciprocates.

Why, he has no idea. He could blame it on many things. Caught in a moment of weakness. Tricked into it. Hormones. Loneliness. Blind hate. After months of being excommunicated from his home, Izaya's the only piece of Ikebukuro he has left. And maybe everything truly sunk in when the louse started picking at old wounds.

Grabbing his thin bicep, Shizuo slams Izaya up against the outside wall of the nearest store a little too roughly. It's all hurried mouths, sliding tongues, teeth snagging lips, bruising pressure. There's nothing gentle about it, nothing civil, nothing caring.

And for a few good minutes, it stays like this. ]

[ Until Shizuo breaks away to slap Izaya in the side of the head. Hard. ]

[Pain erupts through Izaya's body as his back meets that of a hard wall. He groans, the sound stifled by Shizuo's own lips as the blond attempts to take over the kiss.

Attempts being the keyword.]

Edited 2012-08-23 17:51 (UTC)

[Izaya surges forward to claim what is his, has always been his, as teeth bite back hard enough to draw blood against sensitive skin. He won't lose, not even like this, against Shizuo. Not now not ever. And the thought of being able to push Shizuo a little bit further towards his breaking point, to really drive the beast within him out into the open, coaxes Izaya's tongue to lick at the blonds lip, tasting the blood briefly, while nails dig into Shizuo's scalp-]

[Sight leaves Izaya as the physical pain intensifies. His head throbs from the sudden slap and were it not for his grip on Shizuo he would have fallen.]

What the hell, Shizu-chan?!

[His words slur slightly as Izaya tries to regain his control. Lips were bruised, bleeding, and sight was slow to return to the informant's vision]

You're the one who has me pinned against a wall, shouldn't I be the one slapping you?!

[ Huffing and puffing, Shizuo presses the back of his hand to his mouth.

He doesn't notice that he's shaking, but he's so used to the rush of adrenaline that it's a natural occurrence for him now. Pupils blown, lips red, cheeks stained, he stares at Izaya trying to figure out what the fuck just happened.

Speech doesn't come to him a few good moments. ] That happened... don't forget about it.

Shit! I love this, I- damn it!

[Izaya's hands slowly loosened their grip upon Shizuo. Licking at his bloody lip, the informant leans forward so as to speak lowly]

I won't.

And neither will you.

[Pulling back again Izaya's smile twisted into a mixture of pain and cockiness. There was a bruise forming on his cheek already, the color only hidden still by the red of his skin, due to the slap. He could have it healed but this was one wound Izaya would keep if only to haunt Shizuo with it no matter how much it hurts.]

You have three choices, Shizu-chan.

[Referring to their conversation back at the wedding Izaya's hand finally lowered to slide his flickblade out of his pocket. Opening it up the raven tickles Shizuo's chin with the knife but makes no move to slice.]

Will this break you, strengthen you, or define you?

Tch.

[ Putting words in his mouth like that. He hates this, all of it.

Kiss stolen, common sense rattled, heart confused, brain even more confused...

It certainly seemed like it'd completely break him, it's not something he can just forget, like Izaya said.

But that flick-blade rests against his chin.

Those infuriating words are repeated. ]

Ah, I don't remember now.

Edited 2012-08-23 18:37 (UTC)

[ He throws his back and pitches his fist forward, leaning into the strike.

His fist slams inches into the brick wall beside Izaya's ear, shaking the foundation. ]

DON'T RUN AWAY, FLEA!

Ignorance only delay's the choice

[As always Izaya doesn't flinch, doesn't move away. But there was still that sense of familiarity, that acknowledgement of the thrill of the run as death hovered upon the heels of the informant's fleeing feet.]

...

[But he doesn't move.

Can't move now that the order has been given.]

You're such an idiot.

[An aggravated sigh escapes Izaya's lips as his blade drags down Shizuo's chest - threatening to rip the fabric and reveal the first scar Izaya had ever made upon him]

I guess I could always walk away but that is not nearly as fun.

[The informant was pretty much talking to himself as his blade continues to dance lightly upon Shizuo's chest.]

Did you want me to stay with you then? Because you clearly didn't think this through.

[ Shizuo doesn't even feel the blade on his chest, but he knows it's there. He growls in response. ]

Don't stop rippin' my uniforms, Izaya. These aren't from Kasuka, understand?

Ah so you do know your brother's na-

[The sound of Shizuo's clothes ripping apart surprised them both.]

Ah...

[Izaya's own hand had moved on its own. The vest went first, the garment being slashed across to tear it apart and grant the informant access to the white shirt beneath.

And, what was even worse, was that Izaya's hand could not - would not - stop tearing and ripping.]

This is entirely your fault.

[Pant's are going next]

[ Looking down at his bared chest, alarmed, Shizuo slaps a hand over his face and grits his teeth hard.

What a fucking horrible predicament. He swats at Izaya's hand. Okay okay, he had to think. Think, Shizuo, you are not losing your pants this early in the game. He had to say the opposite thing he wanted. The opposite... but he had to mean it! HE WASN'T GOING TO BE CAUGHT DEAD SAYING THAT.

But it's necessary if he wants to keep his uniforms. This suffering... HE'S DOING THIS FOR YOU, KASUKA. He has to picture very interesting things for his mind to register he ]

Stop... don't rip... anymore of it... [ His face is so red. ]

...

[Izaya's hand stops]

...!

!!!

[The informant is speechless for a few seconds as they just stand there. Both males are avoiding looking at the other male's red face but neither of them seem sure as to what to do]

Now I'd like for you to kill me to save us both from this embarrassment if you please, Shizu-chan.

Edited 2012-08-23 19:37 (UTC)

[ He can't do what he says, so he just stands there, cheeks pink, eyes cast downward at the street. ]

Keep talkin' about it, I want to hear...

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