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((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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[ He leans in and kisses him again, hands splaying down his chest.

He begins to methodically gathers his v-neck up, splitting it too easily in half down the front. ]

Shock passes across Izaya's face as Shizuo suddenly presses against him. The raven tries to pull back but the wall blocks him, making it far more difficult than he would have liked to escape.]

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!]

Get off, you dumb brute!

[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]

Edited 2012-08-24 00:16 (UTC)

[ Shizuo frowns and growls low against his lips, sweeping his tongue in his mouth.

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!

Edited 2012-08-24 00:37 (UTC)

[A sound of protest escapes Izaya's lips as his hair is roughly grabbed. He tilts his head back, trying to relieve the tension caused by the grip while fingers claw desperately at Shizuo's chest.

His knife, His knife-

Where did it go?]

[His hands scramble trying to find where it was, trying to pull the knife back to where he can use it against Shizuo only to feel the males mouth finally leave his. Heart pounding and eyes whirling, the informant pauses just enough to see if Shizuo has managed to get some kind of control over himself only to find disappointment. The bite surprises a moan out of Izaya and he arches up, body's reactions temporarily shutting down his mind's thoughts as pleasure surges within him]

A-Ahhh!

Edited 2012-08-24 00:59 (UTC)

[Izaya's body shudders while the spark of pain triggers a desire inside of him. He fights through it, not wanting to investigate what had just happened in a desperation to merely escape this situation. A pant escapes his lips and it is with weakened knee's that Izaya finally gets a firm grip on his flickblade. He stabs at the blond, mouth jammed shut to prevent any more orders from escaping that would only lead to more trouble]

[ It seems preservation of self is a stronger instinct than the orders than make him try to ravish Izaya.

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!

[Confusion passes over Izaya's face at Shizuo's exclamations.

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.]

I'm going to take it out.

[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.

Edited 2012-08-24 05:40 (UTC)

[ The comforting hand makes him flinch harder than the blade.

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.

[Trust.

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.]

Edited 2012-08-24 23:58 (UTC)

You're not going to want to see me for the next few days.

[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]

Somethin' like this can slow me down, louse. She's gonna know about it.

[ 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. ]

Never.

[ 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!

[Even if he knew it was a lie It didn't stop Izaya from reacting in a similar way to how he had reacted at the wedding. His face flushed slightly and he away.

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.

Edited 2012-08-25 19:32 (UTC)

You still goin' on about that? I'm gonna say thank you. [ Shizuo stands tall, gazing at Izaya as he binds his abdomen, the small touches making him scowl.

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. ]

[Izaya sighs as he moves automatically after Shizuo. His whole reasoning on offering to walk Shizuo home was because the blond couldn't stop ordering him around. He wanted to avoid getting trapped into doing more than just walking the blond home by making it a willing action rather than a forced command.

Too late for that now.]

Your apartment is the last thing I want to see, Shizu-chan.

[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.]

[ It takes a while until he notices he's being followed - Izaya's footsteps were always so light, so quiet. Maybe because he's so thin, lithe. Short.

He does nothing to stop him. Frankly, he doesn't trust his own voice now, since he said some things he can never take back and that frightens him to no end. Instead, he just speeds his walking pace, long legs pulling him quickly ahead of Izaya

They reach his apartment complex in no time and he slips inside, only looking back once. ]

Thought I told you to follow me? I can invite you upstairs, I won't end up killin' you, get it?

[ He scowls, standing on the first stair, making him that much taller. Sighing heavily, irritatedly, he ruffles his hair again, seemingly unaware that he's bleeding through his t-shirt. ]

So don't stay here.

[ And with that he takes the steps two at a time, forcing himself to rush up the stairwell and away from the person he wants to see the least. Shoving his door open he stops in the doorway like a brick wall, halting Izaya at the entrance. ]

I SAID COME IN!

...

FUCK.

[As loathe as Izaya was to be there there was no stopping the smirk that crossed his face at Shizuo's cuss. A chuckle, both bitter and tired, slipped out from thin lips as the raven reached out to place a hand on Shizuo's shoulder]

What did I say about not talking?

[Using Shizuo's own body as a balance, the informant wiggled his way in between the blonds frame and that of the doorway to get inside of the apartment.]

When can I leave then?

[ Hands on the frame of the door, Shizuo is surprised when Izaya pushes his way in. ]

O-OI, YOU- [ He stops himself from saying anything. He doesn't want Izaya messing with his stuff.

Not that he has much of anything... the apartment is pretty desolate. It's lonely, even though he has Hong Kong next door to him. At least he had possessions back home. Here it's just a closet with two suits and a bundle of random clothing he has found.

The fridge is almost barren too. It's the first place he goes, despite his injury, though he has no milk to calm him down. Only peanut butter and some saltine crackers. ]

Can't you decide that for yourself? I want to make decisions for you. I want you here. [ The scowl says opposite. ]

I don't wish it was now.

[With nothing else to do Izaya wander's over to Shizuo's bed and sit's down. Leaning back on his arms, the informant turns his face to better hide the bruise while dark eyes continue to watch the one time bodyguard.]

If you're that eager to get rid of me, then just wait a little while.

[It was hard to tell if the yawn Izaya gave was fake or genuine]

So long as you don't tell me to spend the night here I should be able to leave soon.

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