PART 11 OVERFLOW
DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.11 OVERFLOW
This post is only for new and continuing fics from part 11! Please do not post new requests here.
ATTN all authors moving fics to this part:
Please put the original URL to your request somewhere in the first part of the fic, just so people a) know what it's for and b) to make things easier for russia_sushi-tachi. Thank you ( Read more... )
This post is only for new and continuing fics from part 11! Please do not post new requests here.
ATTN all authors moving fics to this part:
Please put the original URL to your request somewhere in the first part of the fic, just so people a) know what it's for and b) to make things easier for russia_sushi-tachi. Thank you ( Read more... )
Comments 500
A/N: Alright, continuing Slant, a fill for the part 11 prompt here: http://drrrkink.livejournal.com/6253.html?thread=24628845#t24628845 - here's hoping that this chapter is a fun read, too!
There’s something wrong.
Izaya can sense that pretty clearly - has for a while now, starting last night and it’s only gotten worse with the passing of twenty-four long hours - and the problem’s not in the whisper of rice cooking or the sharp edge of a knife slapping the cutting board in Shizuo’s kitchen. It’s not the difficulty Izaya has in reaching the counter from his chair, either, and it’s not that he keeps forgetting what to do next because he can’t help noticing Shizuo working with all the confidence of a serious chef.
Heck, the problem’s not even that - the surprise of Shizuo being what amounts to a better cook than Izaya - and the informant’s happy, really, even if their meal will be mostly the fruit of Shizuo’s efforts. Izaya can at least boast of ( ... )
Reply
His vision clears quickly as he blinks to dispel the silent monologue. He’s been doing that a lot, and it’s been getting him absolutely nowhere. He only does it because it’s the only way he knows how to vent his own frustration when speech and fits of inappropriate laughter or tears and purely childish tantrums would only ever humiliate him further in front of his Shizu-chan.
He hates everything about this, and he loves it all for what it is. He doesn’t stand a chance, but he can’t help hoping and nothing about Shizuo is helping that. He knows exactly how bad it would be for the brute to find out about his purely insane attraction to him, but something in Izaya likes dropping suicidal hints, anyway.
Another cliché: it’s really and truly eating him up inside.
He’s not used to it - not this - but he somehow manages to hide it all behind a practiced smile.
“That makes twenty-one times, Shizu-chan.”
Twenty-one times, already - feeling okay, are you doing alright, you’re not gonna keel over, are you - ?
The blonde looks taken aback ( ... )
Reply
Shizuo stares at him for a long time before responding. “I couldn’t tell.”
Izaya lets his eyes convey his confusion. Shizuo sighs but doesn’t begrudge him another explanation.
“That you were trying to actually talk to me. It was almost the same as always…” The blonde hesitates, then, and lets his voice fade into nothing more than a quiet sigh. There’s a far-away look in his eyes, now, and to be honest it almost scares Izaya.
He’s slipping entirely out of reach…
The informant glances off to one side as his heart begins to thump desperately in his chest. “You’re thinking that I’ve changed, ne?”
“Well,” Shizuo admits, reaching up as his own face darkens to rub awkwardly at the back of his neck. “At least explain yourself a little. There’s no point in hiding - y’know, things. I mean - because we have to be this close to each other for so long…”
Izaya winces as his chest tightens about his racing heart. “That’s just it, Shizu-chan. You’re just not used to things like this. Have you ever spent this much time so close to another person ( ... )
Reply
Stay awesome!
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
A/N: I'm honestly not sure how to thread the new chapters that I have to post here, so I've decided to just keep posting them as new comment threads while again supplying the original prompt's URL: http://drrrkink.livejournal.com/6253.html?thread=24628845#t24628845
Sorry for the confusion of continuing a fic here; let me know if there's a better or more correct way to do this. ^^
Should the two of them surviving together for another two days after that count as a miracle? Izaya’s not sure, but that’s probably because he’s barely holding up, anyway. In forty-eight hours, he’s only rarely heard Shizuo’s voice. He’s caught the brute glaring hard at him more than once, but on every one of those occasions Shizuo’s immediate reaction has been to turn away and pretend that he’s been properly ignoring Izaya all along.
He’s not mad - at least not incredibly - but that hardly makes anything better, same as always, so Izaya worries and fights himself and ( ... )
Reply
Shizuo rolls his eyes and somehow still fails to look directly at Izaya. “You have a mouth. Talk if you want.”
Izaya stumbles over a few syllables before he gives up to glare furiously into his lap. He’s sitting in the stupid wheelchair again, and as if that sight weren’t already annoying enough as it is, he’s also forced to put up with the glare of an ugly set of very red, very huge sweatpants - Shizuo’s, of course, but there’s no reason for Izaya to have to wear them now that he has some of his own clothes - courtesy of Shinra.
It’s just that the air was and is too thick here to allow for words or complaints, so when Shizuo decided to spite him with this Izaya shut right up and let him.
He hates that he did and that he can’t say anything even now.
“There’s no point talking to a wall,” he mutters, then, and Shizuo responds by turning to glare straight at him.
Finally, he thinks, but that vague sense of relief is immediately replaced by one of dread as Shizuo takes one and then another step toward him with his fists already half ( ... )
Reply
Reply
Reply
I hope that this method of threading new updates works okay. The original request can be found here: http://drrrkink.livejournal.com/6253.html?thread=23934573#t23934573
Reply
Returning from her small handful of odd jobs and errands, Celty would like to be able to say that she’s surprised to find Shizuo waiting with Shinra in their apartment. She’d like to be surprised by his new air of dread-heavy responsibility and something bordering on guilt. By the relative silence in the other room and the obvious exhaustion of forcing help on someone who needs but can’t handle it.
She’d even like to have to wonder what he intends to do from here on, but she knows Heiwajima Shizuo.
“Hey,” he mumbles tiredly, and she nods thoughtfully. Whips out her PDA and then pauses to come up with a decent response - doesn’t want to be transparent, doesn’t want to add to the pressure and certainly doesn’t want to make anything more awkward or infuriating than it already is.
Thanks for coming, she decides, and Shizuo returns her nod without smiling.
“Yeah,” he sighs. “Sorry - guess I might be here ‘th you guys for a while…”
She wonders if she should fake surprise. Shinra smiles sympathetically from his quiet place on the couch ( ... )
Reply
Right - he can see it, too, the fine layer of tension tracing every curve of Shizuo’s hunched figure. The look in his eyes - confusion, guilt and the shock of enduring a world too quickly changed. Torn and tearing more with every passing second.
It’s not hard to sympathize, but Shizuo is a special case and their attempts to calm him down may only be weakly effective at best.
“You think it was random,” Shizuo says, gruffly.
We don’t know. He may be able to tell us -
Shizuo speaks again before Celty can show him the message she’s typing - rocks to his feet and takes a slow breath, then - “He needs help, and I - I mean, I might be the only one who…”
Shinra turns away to apologize. “It’s not your fault, Shizuo-kun, so don’t think that you have to -”
-that you have to take it all upon yourself, but beneath that unvoiced apology is the acknowledgment that Shinra’s already let Shizuo do just that. If he has a chance then he has no choice but to try, and as a calming influence he’s already indispensable. Trapped, maybe, a closed ( ... )
Reply
A/N: Hey, so it's really been a while! What else is new?
Izaya has only ever thought of himself.
It’s not that he can’t help it - hell, he could care if he tried, and he does - or did, anyway - but that was the caring of a scientist watching cagefuls of lab rats. It wasn’t sympathy and it definitely wasn’t benevolence. Just the narcissistic self-satisfaction of the man he used to be - right, the one who did everything for his own benefit, who laughed at others’ misfortune and who gladly would have watched a person die so long as they could be deemed somehow worthy of the honor.
He’s always known better than anyone how to manipulate people. That means thinking about others, but it’s an impersonal thing. It means - no, it meant nothing.
He can’t quite reconcile himself to thinking about things in the past tense, but then again he also can’t help it -
- the fact that he’s starting to understand exactly what it means to be ‘empty’ inside.
Today is a good day. He can’t feel the floor beneath his bed vibrating. He doesn’t get the ( ... )
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment