[Izaya x Shizuo] Shizu-chan's First Kiss

“Shizu-chaaaan~!”


An annoyingly infuriating voice rang from behind, as fur-cuffed sleeves wrapped around my waist, linking at my stomach, trapping me in this hold. Without even having to turn around, I knew.


Izaya…


“Tch, what the hell do you want, flea?” I barked, gripping his wrists and pulling him off of me with no effort.


“Oh, come on, Shizu-chan...do you always have to be so harsh? I just wanted to tell you something that I just happened to hear earlier today,” he responded, that stupid grin glued to his face. I don’t think I could even describe how much I hate that face, how much I hate him, if I tried.


“Yeah?” I resisted the urge to reach for the sign post to my left and throw it as hard as I could at that scrawny little pest, and instead reached into my back pocket for a cigarette to calm my nerves. “And what’s that, hn?”


“I’ve heard that you’ve never had your first kiss, Shizu-chan.”


I practically spit the cigarette from my lips. Why the hell is he telling me this? I glared in his direction, meeting those beady red eyes with my own golden brown ones. “So what? What’s it to ya?”


He just shrugged. I should mention that’s another thing I can’t stand about this bastard is how nonchalantly he says everything. He starts a storm, then brushes it off as if it were nothing.


“I guess it really doesn’t have anything to do with me. I mean, who really cares if Shizuo Heiwajima hasn’t kissed anyone, right?” he closed his eyes, shoving his hands into the pockets of his eskimo-jacket. “Maybe it means nothing.”


Where’s he goin’ with this?


With a sudden jolt of movement, he was gone from his position in front of me. I searched around for him, above, left, right…


“But maybe, it means everything…”


I turned to face that dreaded voice from behind, prepared to block if need be. This guy is serious bad news… and in a split second, I felt a pair of lips against my own...and they were his.


Izaya’s lips…!


I pushed back, practically throwing him into the air in the process, my cheeks already heating up with anger and a bit of embarrassment too. Nobody was around, so that was good at least… So nobody saw. I bet he planned this...Shit! I hate him, I hate him, I hate him, I hate him!


“What the hell was that?!” was all I could choke out, trying to keep my voice from shaking, but it was hard not to. I ripped the nearby sign out of the sidewalk and threw it all in one swift swing, hurdling it directly at that raven-haired jackass. He dodged, as usual; all he was good at was avoiding. And of course, he ran like the cowardly son-of-a-bitch that he is. He wasn’t getting away this time! So I took off after him, not even caring if anybody was staring. I had to get my hands on him, and when I finally did, I was gonna wring that neck until he suffocated.


I don’t care if I could get arrested.


I don’t care.

I don’t care.


At least he’d be gone forever. At least I wouldn’t have to deal with that scheming smirk anymore. At least I wouldn’t have to deal with those conniving eyes anymore.


I hate him.


“IZAYA!”