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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.))
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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Keep talkin' about it, I want to hear...
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Nor do I want you to know that I wish the kiss would've lasted longer but as nice as it was I would rather you kiss me first.
Also the only reason why the kiss was nice was because it was you I was kissing. You should practice some to get better at it. You could practice on me anytime. Just don't practice on Sakura-chan (or anyone else for that matter) just practice on me.
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If Izaya could only tell the truth, was this how he felt? Sincerely? Shizuo wishes more than anything that he'll shurt up and laugh and say it's all fake, it's all a ruse. "Got you again, Shizu-chan, you should have seen the look on your face!" But it never happens.
Is he... jealous? He turns at Izaya's words, obviously making a move to disobey him and visit Sakura again. ]
Izaya, you- d-don't say somethin' to stop me- HEY-!
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His face falls. No, wait. Wait wait wait.
No, stop turning, don't step closer to him, don't put your hands on his shoulders. His neck. His cheek. ]
Who's the stupid fuckin' idiot now, flea?
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He begins to methodically gathers his v-neck up, splitting it too easily in half down the front. ]
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Sh-Shizu stop!
[His eyes widen as his shirt is suddenly ripped in half. Hastily, as though he feared very strongly for it, the informant yanked his fur trimmed coat off and tossed it to the side before Shizuo could have at it too.
Not good Not good Not good!]
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[Shit! That wasn't what he meant to say]
Do n-n-not go any fuh-further than this-
[Izaya's lips clamped shut even as Shizuo continued kissing him.
Shit]
PG-13? HAHAHA..........
Stupid, stupid. And he said the fortissimo was the idiot! His fingers smooth up the back of Izaya's neck, fisting the black hair tightly to hold the other's face still, trapping him completely.
At the next command, the blond presses his hips forward and huffs raggedly, a finger snagging Izaya's belt, yanking it out of its loops, letting it clatter nearby. He has no idea what he's doing. He doesn't want to do it anymore.
As his mouth slips down to the louse's pulse, he harshly nips a bright mark into his skin, then pants over his throat. ]
God damn it, Izaya!
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His knife, His knife-
Where did it go?]
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A-Ahhh!
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Shizuo feels the knife dig into his side, a twinge in the overall mess of sensations raging through his body. Panting heavily, his fingers find his bared abdomen and they curl tightly around the raven-haired male's hand, squeezing tightly.
It holds the blade in place, but their shaking draws more blood from it than is necessary. It seeps out, down hip, soaks into the hem of his pants. He scowls, glowering at the other, face still crimson. ]
Don't try and stab me again, flea, see what happens! Why weren't you stoppin' me? I didn't think you were smart!
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He...didn't want Izaya to stop him?
Or-]
Sorry.
[Izaya places his free hand on top of Shizuo's as if to try and calm the shaking]
There was no other way to make you stop what with you doing and saying the opposite of what you want.
[Because of course Shizuo would not want to kiss him. It was the logic that made the most sense in this case. He couldn't speak the truth nor could he do what he wanted.]
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[Rather than telling Shizuo to let go of his hand Izaya merely stated his own intentions, hoping the blond would get the hint.]
And use what is left of my shirt to stop the bleeding.
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Why was he treating him so gently, as though he wasn't the monster Izaya claims him to be? Why bother taking the knife out when he can't feel anything? Why bother stemming the bleeding when the most it will do is make him dizzy? He's so confused. There are too many questions he wants to ask, but he can't now, not when his voice is saying the opposite of what his heart wants to say.
Eyes narrowed and shoulders set defensively, like a wounded animal backed into a corner, Shizuo watches Izaya closely all the while. His fingers loosen over the other's smaller hand. Trust must be earned. The informant has not earned it, even bolstered by the strange words he spoke earlier about... even if that was the truth... ]
I know I should trust you.
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The idea of Shizuo even daring to offer such a thing to Izaya was laughable.
No matter how much time may have passed, no matter what situations they find themselves in, the blond could and would never fully trust Izaya.
And for now that was fine with him because the raven didn't trust the blond in return.
Who could trust someone so unpredictable? Someone who, on a consistent basis, has managed to mess all of Izaya's plans up?
Certainly the man who didn't trust anyone could never trust such a monster as well.]
Sakura-chan will be mad.
[It was a truth and yet it did not reveal what Izaya was actually thinking as he carefully pulled the flickblade out from Shizuos body so as to prevent more tearing. He wasn't actually worried about hurting him, he knew Shizuo could handle it. But the last thing he needed was a doctor to be mad at him for injuring her friend.]
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[Izaya doesn't look at Shizuo as he pulls what remains of his shirt off to begin staunching the bleeding.]
Then again when have you ever wanted to see me?
[Izaya's laugh was bitter]
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[ Shizuo's jaw clenches tightly as Izaya slowly eases the knife out of his torso, more blood rolling down his skin - a macabre display. It's good the two are used to seeing red.
The blond's stomach trembles trying to flex to keep the blade from slipping in further; it doesn't hurt, not even a pinch, but he feels the throb the wound makes, the awkward sensation of its retreat.
He grunts when Izaya pulls at his shirt, pressing it to the wound. ]
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[ Shizuo's shoulders stiffen, looking up quickly with a soft "tch" to prove it'd been a slip of the tongue. ]
D-... don't stop patchin' me up, shit-head... I need this kind of thing, get it?
[ He pushes Izaya's hands away. ]
Damn it, just don't go!
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Looked away but did not move.
Could not move despite how he wanted to]
A thank you would suffice.
[The raven took a short breath in as if for strength while his hands automatically finished with the binding despite Shizuo's attempts to stop him.]
I suppose like always the monster will be ungrateful for what I do for him.
[Izaya had first mentioned his involvement in Shizuo's life back at the wedding but had not clarified. Still did not clarify as his hands retreated to wipe the blood off on his tattered shirt.]
I'll walk you home, just don't give me anymore orders.
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They're Izaya's hands, of course they don't feel good. They're not supposed to. But they do. No one has touched him in this way. The way they'd touched earlier. His body feels cold now and he wonders if it's because another body is absent. Shizuo's fingers move to feel the makeshift bandage made out of his shirt and he sighs. ]
Walk me home, I want you to. Follow me, 'cause if you end up in my apartment, I won't kill you. [ He stares down at the flea, appreciating the fact that his height gives the air of hostility automatically. He's tired. It's been a long couple of days. He just wants to sleep. And think. He needs to think over many, many things.
He turns and walks off down the street, hand ruffling his hair, not even realizing he did order Izaya around. ]
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Too late for that now.]
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[Izaya mutters under his breath as he quickly grabs his jacket before falling into step with the blond. Both look ragged, tired, with far more wounds littered across their body than there should be. The redness on Izaya's cheek had dulled and now only the bruise remained. There were also fingerprints upon his neck, a marking of the strangling that could not be completed.
As he walks Izaya remains silent, letting Shizuo dwell within his own thoughts. Cautiously a hand reaches up to gently press the bruise on his cheek before a flinch forces him to stop.
At least the pain prevented his body from feeling numb.]
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