It was starting to get rather late, but Izaya found that he wasn’t able to sleep. 

The house was dark around him as he sat up in their shared bed, though one side was empty thanks to the host being at work at such an hour. Glancing at the clock though, Izaya knew that the blonde would be off soon— If he wasn’t already, that is.

The only sound in the host’s apartment was the soft sound of his computer hibernating as it sat on his side table, and that of the rain hitting the large window of their bedroom. Izaya was staring at it, frowning slightly as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickling in discomfort. Weather like this generally meant thunderstorms, something that the informant hated to admit was a phobia of his. Something about them terrified him, got his heart hammering away in his chest until he felt like he couldn’t breathe. 

Generally, he would grab his ipod and plug it into his ears with the music cranked all the way up to drown it out and hide under the blankets to escape the flashing light but his sisters had managed to break his beloved safety net a few days before when the two decided to use it and dance on Delic’s balcony— Ultimately flinging it out onto the street where it smashed into an unrecognizable pile of parts, which Izaya promptly found on his way home.

Unfortunately he hadn’t gotten around to replacing it, and this was the universe’s way of punishing him for procrastinating, apparently.

Sure enough, he soon heard the first crack of thunder ripping through the skies above Tokyo and froze, fingers curling into the blankets in fright as he jumped; Nearly tearing the fabric as a result. A sharp whine left his mouth as he brought his hands to his ears, covering them completely as he curled into himself in an attempt to drown out the sounds of the storm behind him.

He soon realized that it wouldn’t work though when the next roar of thunder sounded, the noise easily infiltrating through his hands; Even if the sound was a bit muffled. 

Izaya felt his heartbeat speed up as his breathing quicken, tears pooling in the corners of his eyes as he twitched at another loud ‘boom’; He could tell that he was starting to panic, and another whine escaped him— Only to be replaced by a short scream when the thunder roared loud enough that he felt it through the bed he was sitting on.

Shooting out of bed with his hands still covering his ears he ran instinctively towards Delic’s closet, slamming the doors shut as he sat down and scooted into one of the back corners; Squeezing his eyes desperately as his hands pressed even harder against his ears, not bothering to hide the tears that were rolling down his cheeks from the sense of desperate fright that had grabbed hold of him completely.

The only thing that Izaya could really hope for at this point was that Delic would be home soon, knowing the blonde had his own ipod on him nearly all the time— And hopefully would let Izaya borrow it.

boss-kado:

Right, easy. Only easy because he accidentally broke something.

Mikado noticeably relaxed once the hand left his shoulders, one foot trying to discreetly kick the broken glass back underneath the souvenir booth that it had fallen from.

“Both or neither– as if you could pick just one.” Someone’s being a smartass now.

It was just a small trinket, nothing to worry about.

Izaya of course noticed the other’s movement and pointedly looked down to watch the other attempt to kick the broken glass under the booth, the crowd around them keeping the booth owner busy providing the boy with just enough cover to do as he was attempting— Though the action made Izaya’s smirk widened.

“No need to be like that, ne?” Humming thoughtfully, he brought a finger to his chin; Tapping it lightly. He thought about it for a moment, only to shrug a moment later and slip his hands into his pockets.

“I don’t feel like it, anyway. Plus it’s really none of my business to begin with.” 

Not that ever stopped him before.

Izaya shrugged again as he turned and put a hand on Mikado’s shoulder once more, though this time while he applied pressure to make the other follow him away from the booth; The boy could easily pull away. “But to think a boy like you would be so selfish as to not admit to your small accident and pay that poor booth owner for his broken merchandise, what a surprise~”

• flirty-kida

He hadn’t really expected to run straight into Kida while moving through the alleyways of Ikebukuro before coming out onto a main road, the crowd around them continuing their daily routines as they passed by— Though Izaya caught a few glances being thrown his way.

Curious one’s, for the most part. Some glares, but that didn’t stop him from letting a smirk slip onto his features as he raised a hand and waved it slightly at the blonde— A casual greeting.

“Yo.” He said, lowering his hand.

“Fancy meeting you here, Kida-kun~”

boss-kado:

And there Mikado goes again, practically jumping out of his skin in surprise. People sure did like sneaking up on him.

‘Suspicious’ was probably the only word out of that, that he managed to catch. Mikado’s just going to shrug the hand off, gulping and turning. No words—.

It wasn’t that people liked scaring you, Mikado. It’s just that you made it so easy—

Izaya smirked slightly as Mikado shrugged his hand off, and though part of him kind of wanted to keep the boy on his toes by keeping it there— Something he could have easily done if he felt like it— he instead let his hand fall from the other’s shoulder to fall near his side. 

Snorting softly, Izaya rolled his eyes at the boy’s expression as he turned to look at him. “What is it? Are you expecting me to scold or rat on you, Ryuugamine-san?”

boss-kado:

“—I-I swear I didn’t break that.” Oops.

And then suddenly there was a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“The lady doth protest too much, methinks—”

“—…Isn’t she awfully suspicious~?”

Oh look, he’s speaking in English.

ame-no-katami:

Who was this guy?

Yamamoto looked toward the other raven, taking note of the hands in his pockets, the casual wear. He looked normal enough, and he didn’t look like he would belong to any part of the yakuza.

Takeshi didn’t trust that judgement, though.

The man with the yellow eyes looked back, still having hold of the entertainer in his hands. He scowled towards the strange man, spitting at him. “Get lost kid, or I’ll rip that smile of yer face.”

Yamamoto was praying— praying— that he would leave. He had no reason to be here, did he? If he was trying to be a hero, he was wasting his time. Besides, he didn’t want anyone else involved because of him.

“B—boss, you don’t know who this kid is?”

“No, and I don’t care! Why is he still here? Get rid of him will ya? I’m busy here!”

Hazel optics widened, his brow quickly furrowing and gripping at the yellow-eyed man’s wrist. “No, leave him alone.”

Really, he found it amusing that at least one of the men seemed oblivious to his identity while the other seemed rather frightened. After all as Celty liked to put it, he was a ‘local figure’; Easily recognizable to those who paid attention and were around Ikebukuro enough to see him and Shizuo play in the streets. He was curious however how the other seemed to not recognize him while his ‘partner’ did, though quickly dismissed the thought. 

Maybe he was new to Tokyo?

Izaya’s smirk only widened at the other’s threat, his entire demeanor clearly portraying just how at ease he was— How the other’s weren’t the least bit threatening to him.

He’d dealt with worse people, after all; Not to mention that a God shouldn’t fear his precious little humans.

“Now, now. There’s no need for violence~” Izaya sighed, seemingly disdained by the concept. Truthfully, Izaya wasn’t much for violence that effected him directly; Preferring to stand in the background and watch the scene unfold while he moved the pawns into the right squares, much like a puppet master pulling the strings behind a curtain that protected him from getting too involved.

Glancing at the prostitute, Izaya raised an eyebrow while his smirk stayed in place. The look itself was slightly condescending, however… It was interesting that the raven would try and step in, assumingly to protect a man that he didn’t even know. It was honorable, in a way.

Ah, but foolish all the same. People like the man were used frequently by other’s so that they could achieve their own goals— Kind people were simply waiting to be used, it seemed. It didn’t matter what kind of background they came from, they were all use pieces to be played, sacrificed, and thrown away when they lost their usefulness.

“You know, gentlemen.” Izaya spoke up, addressing the two loan sharks again. “Shiki-san has been after me for quite a while to get more information on the two of you, he’s not happy with how you deal with things on Awakusu-Kai territory~ After all, it’s not good to raise suspicion with the local police by beating those who can’t pay up that month and leaving them in the streets to die. It’s making Shiki-san’s job rather… Stressful. Do you understand what I’m getting at~?” Izaya has slowly made his way forwards, walking up closer and closer to the men until he was face to face with the man who had apparently not recognized him for who he was.

He leaned closer until he could whisper into the man’s ear

“You said you didn’t know who I was, right? I am Orihara Izaya, Information Broker. And it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance— Yamada Taro, wasn’t it?” He murmured, then pulled away without waiting for an answer and reached out, grabbing the wrist of the whore’s hand that was gripping the loan sharks. “You. Come here.”

He pulled on the man’s arm, taking a step away from the loan shark as he seemed to put his full attention on the prostitute— His smirk earning a slight edge as he looked up at the man and inclined his head. “What’s your name, ne?”

Ah, if he’s not the man I’m looking for I suppose I can always just leave. It’s not really any of my business if he can’t pay up and ends up being burned to death~

Takes the bunny off his head and places it on his floor.

leader-of-the-van:

Kadota rolled his eyes a smile appearing on his face. “Yeah I noticed because strangely no street signs or vending machines have been ripped up lately.” a small chuckle coming from his mouth. “Well I’m glad your doing well at least Izaya. So What are you doing in Bukuro’ today?”

Not wanting to speak of Shizuo anymore, Izaya choose to simply drop the matter. Really, it didn’t interest him all that much— Though it was true that he hadn’t seen even a glimpse of the bodyguard. 

No matter, it might just be one of the man’s days off; Izaya didn’t really care, to tell the truth.

“Nothing too important. Simply business as usual~”

“I’m a busy man, Dotachin~ Especially as of late, unfortunately— Ah. I suppose I should ask the same of you, ne? Especially since you seem to be lacking three members of your little ‘group’ at the moment. Where are those Otakus and Togusa-san~?”

reckless-brat:

blowjobking started following you

      ╬║ Nope. A glare was all the informant was getting.

“Uwah, such a vicious gaze~”

“Scary~!”

devilish-romance:

A shameless groan escaped the man’s lips, with no effort made to keep it back whatsoever. It was most amusing to see Izaya look so embarrassed, making him wonder exactly when he had succeeded in robbing the informant from his snarky attitude. Closer, closer, how close was close enough?

“What’re you getting all shy for?” he questioned with a mischievous smirk before leaning forward to plant his lips in the other’s neck. Though his teeth did brush at the soft skin for a moment, he didn’t bite— only left light, teasing kisses, not losing his grip on the hand that was stroking him even once.

It wasn’t that he was embarrassed, per se. It was more-so that he hadn’t expected the host to simply grab his hand out of no where and start this. He struggled for a moment, the hot weight in his palm making him squirm as the man’s fingers firmly held his in place; Making the raven stroke him. The groan the other let out making a shiver of arousal run down his spine, his mouth tightening in a thin line as he looked away from the other’s cock in his hand— Trying to keep his mind elsewhere.

He glared at the small taunt, giving the host a look from the corner of his eye before pointedly adverting his gaze once more. He jumped, however, when he felt the other’s lip on his neck; Tensing when the man’s teeth brushed over it— Only to relax when the other didn’t bite, and only proceeded to kiss the informant’s throat teasingly. He squirmed again, trying to pull his hand out of the vice grip that Delic’s own had on him; Though to no avail.

He frowned, continuing to look away even as he started to move his hand without Delic’s help; His thumb rubbing over the man’s slit, before his fingers drifted lower; Stroking him teasingly now. Really, if Delic wanted it then Izaya had no choice but to obey— Or risk the other hitting him if he protested too much.

However, doing it my his own volition was better than being forced to do it… At least in his opinion.