||~Never Enough~|| (1x1 w/ Zexion/Ienzo)

[zexion/ienzo 52]

Pfft, that sounded so sexual

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Shizuo surprised even himself at how he manage to actually land the strike on Izaya. And how Izaya stumbled against te brick wall of one of the many buildings of Ikebukuro. A single, thick streak of blood trickle down Izaya's chin but despite that he grinned, taunting him ever so slightly. The onyx haired male could barely move. He was nearly unconscious. Shizuo gained control ever so slightly. It'd be much easier to drag him back to his apartment and kill him there. Not as much of a mess and it would be easier to do without having people watching. So he took Izaya by the coat and slung him over his shoulder, making sure he didn't struggle as he nonchalantly walked down the side walk and achieved odd stares.

 

"Shut up flea."

[Miku Hatsune 636]

((That was the point. ;D))

 

Izaya sputtered a bit, trying hard to break free of his hold. (Which was really not possible considering his strength and his own fatigue at the moment.) "Sh-Shizu-chan! P-Put me down!" He protested, propping himself up a bit. "It's embarrassing!" He hated being exploited like this. It was better when he was pissing off Shizuo and not getting such uncomfortable stares and laughs... Awkward.

[zexion/ienzo 52]

Poor Izaya, not being used to being picked up <3 I swear, he gets cuter and cuter everytime you play as him~

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Shizuo rolled his eyes behind his glasses, supressing a smirk of triumph as Izaya struggled weakly, a whine peaking through his voice. He knew Izaya didn't like being lifted or "man handled". That just wasn't his style. However, it was the only way Shizuo would be able to drag him to his house without worrying about making him even more filthy. The blond adjusted the male on his shoulder, keeping him secure with an arm wrapped around his slim waist.

 

"No. I'm going to settle this and I'm going to do it at my house. You told me to try it and I will. I'm going to kill you." Despite saying such a threat, something Shizuo believed to e the undeniable truth, he was calm. And that was enough to send someone into a fit of "oh god".

[Miku Hatsune 636]

"Eh?" Izaya questioned, becoming a bit alarmed. He was too tired... One more punch and he'd be put of it. Not to mention, what's with him? Normally he'd be more than happy to kill him on the spot. So why would he want them at his apartment to do something he bragged he'd do someday? Why couldn't he just do it here?

[zexion/ienzo 52]

In just a few moments, Shizuo was kickin down the door to his apartment, tossing Izaya on the floor of his living room, accidentally bumping him against the coffee table. Thank goodness that hadn't broken--it was a gift from Kasuka. He left Izaya there for a moment, going into his kitchen to get a glass of water and coming back with another one for Izaya. He figured if he was going to kill him might has well make sure he was...hydrated. Yeah, sure that was it.

 

What Shizuo didn't seem to realize was that he was biding his time to kill. Maybe, just maybe, he was a bit scared to do so. But of course hebwould never admit that. The blond handed him the glass, sitting on the couch to face him on the floor, mocha eyes glaring at him.

 

"You look like shit. Drink something."

[Miku Hatsune 636]

Izaya was suspicious, but didn't complain or ask questions. He drank the water gladly, though it didn't ease his fatigue right away. He was still a bit tired, keeping himself awake just barely. Was he gonna make him stronger just so he had more fun killing him? Last time he checked, it was much easier killing someone when they were already exhausted.

[zexion/ienzo 52]

Yeah, well, last time I checked it was easier to kill somebody if your Shizuo no matter what. So...yeah.

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Shizuo scrutinized Izaya, his fists clenching at his sides as he carefully sipped his water, trying hard not to break the glass. He already had bought a new set of glasses last week...and they were down by half now. Another broken wouldn't do him any good. He could Izaya was a bit hesitant in accepting the drink. He had every damn right to be (but if he trusted him enough to drink it then, damn, he should have but toxic in his trunk or something). Shizuo gave a weak chuckle.

 

"If I knew you were going to drink it I'd have poisoned it to make this quicker." He stood up, cracking his knuckles before dragging Izaya up by the collar if his shirt. "So how should we do this? Maybe I can let you pick your way of going since you haven't been annoying me thus far."

[Miku Hatsune 636]

Izaya rolled his eyes, looking up and away from Shizuo. "Its about time," He huffed, looking back up at him with a creepy grin. "Are you really gonna do it this time or are you just gonna keep stalling like I've noticed you've been doing? I mean, you always say you're gonna kill me, but you're either distracted, hesitant, or stalling yourself off from keeping your word on it..." He paused. "Its actually pretty irresponsible of you."

[zexion/ienzo 52]

Shizuo felt his grip tighten on Izaya's shirt as he closed his eyes to take a minute to breath. He didn't want to kill him to quickly, not when he wouldn't be able to register it. He finally locked gazes with Izaya, drawling out his response with a sneer.

 

"I have every intention of ripping your head clear of your neck but I'm being nice and letting you choose how you wish to go. Shut up and choose." The blond snapped. Another suspected reason though that he wouldn't choose himself: He may have been afraid to cause Izaya to much pain. He'd rather not torture him to death...

[Miku Hatsune 636]

Izaya clutched Shizuo's vest back, pushing back a bit. "Shizu-chan, I'd much rather if you save your energy for killing me... Though I don't think I'm justified to choose since I'm a lowly flea and all," He lowered his voice, his grip dropping. "I think you'd know better than me."

[zexion/ienzo 52]

Shizuo blinked. Just the way Izaya was angled from being shorter than him and the tone of his voice, Izaya had this completely sultry look about him. Maybe it was the glint in his marroon eyes (which darkened magnificently) or the serious tone in his voice but Shizuo knew that some blood decided to travel south. And that annoyed him to no end. It was Izaya for Christ's sake! His enemy! The one he was supposed to be killing at the moment!

 

"Ah--You--Let's see how you like being beaten to death then, since I know best."

[Miku Hatsune 636]

Izaya shrugged, bracing himself both mentally and physically for the beating about to come. "Do what you wish, then." He replied, turning to the side and shutting his eyes tightly, his body tensing up slightly. "Hurry up, though." He waited for a while, sinking down a bit.

[zexion/ienzo 52]

Shizuo gripped the black v-neck shirt tighter, raising his fist to hit Izaya square across the face. He was ready. He was so ready to put an end to the life of the man whom he hated since the beginning of time. So when he swung to punch he...

 

....Was surprised to see his fist freeze, just barely skimming the male's cheek. Why? Why? Why, why Why?! Covering up for it, Shizuo pulled Izaya into his bedroom, onto the spare futon, with anger dancing like little flames in his brown eyes.

 

"I...wait till tomorrow. You're to worn out. I'd like to see you squirm with energy when I kill you." Shizuo lied, gritting his teeth in believable irritation.

[Miku Hatsune 636]

Izaya sat up for a split second, the sting from that small punch still a bit painful. "Ah, see? I told you. You're holding off." He said, wincing a bit. He put a hand to his own cheek, feeling his face puff up a little from the impact. It was amazing how it wasn't supposed to hurt, yet it did anyways. Maybe he shouldn't have contradicted Shizuo when he knew he should probably be getting his rest... It was a hard day, after all.

[zexion/ienzo 52]

The blond growled at Izaya, resisting the urge to tackle him to the ground and all otherwise rip his throat out. To hell with waiting...But Shizuo managed to control himself, moving to his dresser and pulling out an over sized gray t-shirt and passing it over to Izaya.

 

"Sleep in that for tonight. I'll wash your clothes so you can die in clean clothes for the day." Shizuo said nonchalantly, pulling off his own shirt to change into his pajamas.

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UNF THAT CHEST!

[Miku Hatsune 636]

Izaya held the shirt for a while, raising an eyebrow. So selfless, but why? Why would he want him to be as comfortable as possible before he dies? It just didn't make any sense. "Ne, Shizu-chan," He said, pulling off his shirt in the meanwhile, and casting it aside. "You're being really nice to me all of a sudden..."

[zexion/ienzo 52]

Shizuo scoffed in an attempt to cover up that yes, he was being generously nice to Izaya. He wouldn't admit that he was being kind to the flea for the first time ever in their history of meeting. The blond grumbled under his breath, slipping his button up pajama shirt on as well as his black boxer/shorts. It usually got hot in his room so he prepared by wearing clothing that would surely keep him cool.

 

"I'm not being nice. It's common courtesy. Would you rather I made this as bad as possible?" Shizuo grumbled threateningly, his voice surprisingly calm and level despite that. Of course, it was taking much more self-control than you could imagine.

[Miku Hatsune 636]

Izaya looked down at himself for a second. This shirt...wasn't exactly that big on him. Well, it was, arm-length-wise. The hem cut off only to a little above his mid-thighs... It was uncomfortable, but he couldn't complain now. "I never said that," He countered, flapping his hands a bit, noticing that the sleeves covered his hands. "It's just you always show me a lot lower than common courtesy to me." He turned his back to him, playing with the shirt's cuffs a bit. "It's really not like you..."

[zexion/ienzo 52]

Shizuo shrugged, no entirely intent on explaining himself and his moment of kindness. He really wasn't fond of the idea admitting to Izaya that he may feel scared of actually murdering a human being. Shizuo gave a gruff "Hn," as his response, tossing the male a pillow and a blanket, turning of the lights so he could blush from the exposure of Izaya's legs without being seen. Stupid little...

 

"Whatever. G'night, flea." He muttered, hiding under the covers.

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Shizuo stared in horror. Not this again. Anything but this. The dream. The mangled tree and cracked Earth. The mangled bodies. Except this time they were more gruesomely killed, bodies contorted at every angle, bones occasionally pretruding from the flesh. But this time, a new body was among the dead.

 

Izaya.

 

But he realized after a moment that this dream--no, nightmare was more firetrucked up then he had thought. Izaya's crippled body turned to face him, the bones within him crunching as he the neck turned to face him abnormally. He gasped. On Izaya's face was a creepy smirk with maroon eyes wide open like he had gone insane.

 

"Couldn't even control yourself Shizu-chan. You killed me slowly. But I'll never leave," Shizuo screamed as the bodies of his fallen comrades around him began to drag themselves towards his body, dragging him to his knees. "I'll haunt you forever."

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Shizuo, outside of his dream, was unaware of how wildly he was thrashing about and begging to thin air, repeating (more like sobbing lightly) "I'm sorry" over and over again.

[Miku Hatsune 636]

"Shizu-chan," Izaya was woken up by all the noise (sobbing, thrashing around, etc.), and held him down lightly, trying not to startle him even more in the process. "hey, stop it. I want my sleep." He said softly, frowning. He vaguely wondered what he could be dreaming about that'd make him so emotional like this. It must have been really traumatizing. "Ne, Shizu-chan..."

[zexion/ienzo 52]

Shizuo's dream scattered like a far off memory into the gallows of his mind as he was shaken awake, chest heaving for air. His dirt instinct when he awoke was to lurch up (which he did) and then wince as he hit his head hard (in what happened to be Izaya's forehead). His breathing was still frantic as he remained alert, eyes flcking around the room, filled with something unmistakable, even with Izaya leaning over him. Fear. Shizuo Heiwajima was afraid as he locked eyes with Izaya. When he realized exactly where he was and who was in front of him, obviously a bit worried, he tried his hardest to hide his evident fear and the ragged tone to his breath.

 

"F-firetrucking flea...the hell are you doing?"

[Miku Hatsune 636]

"You woke me up... You were being pretty vocal just now, I wonder what you were dreaming about?" He asked, smiling a bit less deviously, and more jokingly. He followed it up with a small chuckle, not noticing his trauma right now. "Wasn't about me, was it~?" Little did he know, it was more serious than that.

[zexion/ienzo 52]

The blond's face drained considerably of color (even more than it had before) and he immediately attempted to shove Izaya off. Images of that head flashed back into his mind, making him cringe uncharacteristically under Izaya's questioning stare. He couldn't get that visual, those cruel words out of his head.

 

"None of your business flea..." Shizuo whispered, rubbing his head and placing a hand in his hand, trying to calm his irregular heartbeat.

[Miku Hatsune 636]

That reaction told Izaya that it was a rough dream... And probably about him. He sighed, sitting at the edge of the bed and crossing his legs with a hand to his face sullenly. "You're really getting worked up over a dream... You're gonna kill me anyways, so don't you think that there'd be no harm in telling me?" He looked over at Shizuo briefly, leaning back a bit.

[zexion/ienzo 52]

Shizuo faltered at that, his gave wavering oh so slightly to the patch of wall above Izaya's head. He was right...to an extent. But really, after that dream, he'd never...he couldn't go through with killing Izaya. He just didn't have the heart to do so despite his violent tendencies. Injuring someone and killing someone are two very different things. He laid down with a "flop", blond hair splayed on the pillow in disarray.

 

"You might as well leave. I'm not going to...to...."