Izaya X Reader Chapter 42

~Reader POV

"Izaya, I'm going to tell Shizuo sooner or later about us you know." You and Izaya make your way to your apartment, Izaya humming happily and you fidgeting with the strap of your messenger bag.

"Won't that be a fun conversation? I can see it now; Shizu-chan coming to find and yell at me and all the poor vending machines in Ikebukuro won't know what happened to them. Nobody will be getting a drink anytime soon." Izaya chuckles at his joke as you crack a small smile.

"Izaya please be serious here. I'm not keeping a secret away from him; he's my brother. I know everything about him and he knows everything about me."

"So you know whether he sleeps naked or what color of boxers he likes the best?" You blush furiously as Izaya laughs at your scowl.

"Pervert! I don't mean that kind of stuff sheesh!" Before Izaya makes another joke, a flurry of blue and black appear in your peripheral vision.

"[Name] I was hoping to catch you before you went home to Shizu-chan!" Erika claps her hands joyfully as Walker gives you a wide smile. You grin and are relieved to have an interruption from your awkward conversation. Erika puts her hands up and extends both pointer fingers and thumbs on both hands, closing one eye. She studies the picture frame she makes with her hands and places the two of you in it. Walker does the same thing, making you wonder what they are up to.

After a few moments of silence, Erika and Walker place a hand to their chins and tilt their heads to the right in perfect unison. You nervously scratch your cheek and glance to Izaya who's chuckling at their odd actions. You tuck a piece of hair behind your head before clearing your throat.

"Can I ask what you two are doing?" They don't respond and instead start drawing shapes in the air, sticking their tongues out slightly. You groan quietly and check the time on your phone, hoping Shizuo isn't wondering where you are.

"What do you think Yumachi?" Erika looks over to Walker with a curious expression on her face.

"It's certainly odd yes but; I think it works really well in that kind of shy girl bad boy type manga. I approve is my final answer." Erika nods enthusiastically and finally turns her attention back to you.

"We were thinking if you and Izaya would work out and we both think yes. True we didn't see this coming but that's what makes it exciting! The differences in personalities, the different definitions of the word love, the passion that sparks between opposites, it's all wonderful!" She throws her hands up in the air as you chuckle, unsure of what to make of her little speech.

"We just wanted to make sure Izaya is the right guy for you. I have to say you two are a great match. We wish the best for both of you and don't forget to tell Shizuo. If you need help just call." Walker gives you a small wave as he drags Erika off who's still fangirling.

"You two will be my OTP! Along with Shizaya and Izuo but I still ship you two! Take care!" She makes a heart with her hands and continues squealing while Walker chuckles at her happiness. You wave to the both of them and beckon Izaya to walk towards your apartment.

"So you told them about us eh? They took the news quite well." You press the tips of your pointer fingers together and stare at the ground, feeling your cheeks turn red with embarrassment.

"Erika's my best friend of course I had to tell her. It did make me glad when she said she said she was happy for me."

"Did you tell them about what we do behind closed doors?" You trip on your feet and gasp at Izaya with a bright blush on your face. He flashes you a perverted smirk and you try to recompose yourself before smacking him lightly on the arm.

"Th-that's nobody's business! Shut up Izaya!" He kisses your cheek and skips off, leaving you with your mouth wide open and running after him.

A block away from your apartment, Izaya sets the box of clothing down and leans against a wall of a small alleyway. He stretches and sighs in content, stuffing his hands in his pockets. You giggle quietly and poke him in the forehead, causing him to raise an eyebrow in amusement.

"Izaya I need to get home before Shizuo yells at me. I can walk home the rest of the way; I don't want Shizuo seeing you and throwing a fit." Izaya yawns and grips your wrist tightly, switching your positions with your back against the wall and him pressing close to you. You squeak in surprise at the unexpected action and blush when Izaya smirks at you.  

"Maybe I don't want you to go home; can't I just keep you to myself?" He presses his lips to yours and you wrap your arms around his neck, running a hand through his raven locks. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you closer to him, softly kissing you over and over.

"Alright Izaya you've had your fun. Let me go now," you breathe between his kisses. He smirks against your lips and grunts in protest, tightening his hold on your waist and running a tongue over your kiss swollen bottom lip to ask for entrance. You seal your lips shut but gasp when he slides his finger into the waistband of your pants. He slithers his tongue inside your mouth and explores it hungrily. You embarrass yourself by moaning slightly at the sensation and blush when Izaya sucks on your tongue. Feeling the need for air, you push on his chest until he pulls away incredibly slow. Taking a few gulps of air, your cheeks heat up when Izaya wipes away the string of saliva from your mouth and kisses the corner of your lip.

"Iz-Izaya enough. Let's get going before some kids find us and we scar them or something." He places a finger to your lips to silence you and kisses your cheek, making his way to your ear and nibbling on it gently.

"We could always continue back home. Tell Shizu-chan you need some more alone time with your "friend." You shiver at his seductive voice and unintentionally whimper when he trails his tongue down the side of your neck. Izaya reaches behind you to clutch your ass, making you shriek.

"Izaya we're in public for God's sake!" He chuckles darkly and continues with his groping, nipping at parts of your neck. You feel yourself lean into his touches and move your head to give him better access to your neck. Your phone suddenly beeps and you jump back in surprise before grabbing your phone out of your bag.

[Café is being remodeled since I have so much more money now. Will still send you one more paycheck but will call when you can come back to work. <3 you sweetie!] You silently thank Sachiko for the interruption and rub your cheeks to get rid of their redness. You pick up the box of clothing and giggle at Izaya's childish pout.

"Alright I'm heading off now. Love you." You give him a peck on the lips before he smiles and skips away, giving you a peace sign and humming loudly. You feel a grin grace your face and walk the last block alone to Shizuo.

"Shizuo I'm home!" You open the door and set your messenger bag and box of clothes near the door. Shizuo is flipping TV channels on the couch and smiles when he sees you.

"Hey kiddo missed you. Hope it wasn't too bad with me gone." He stands up from the couch and gives you a bear hug, careful of his strength around you. You laugh and hug him tightly, missing the warmth of his hugs.

"I missed you so much! And I had fun with my friend." You look away nervously at the word friend but keep your grin on your face. "How was Tokyo?"

"Loud, smelled like shit, people are assholes wanting to pick fights, and stupid teenagers trying to jump you. The only upside was the flea wasn't there to cause me any trouble. Tom gave me the day off work so I was wondering if you wanted to grab some sushi and spend the day together?" You nod enthusiastically and hug him tighter, making him laugh in amusement.

"I just need to change my clothes real quick and I'll be right out!" He nods and you dash into your room, locking the door and rummaging through your closet for something clean. Your smile drops from your face as you wonder how to break the news to Shizuo before slipping a [favorite color] shirt over your head.

~Masaomi's POV

I sit on the dingy couch waiting for everyone to show up to the warehouse, the morning light shining through the dirty windows. The few members that are already here are sitting on the ground and grumbling quietly to themselves.

"Chief why are we here so early? Couldn't we have a meeting like later in the afternoon?" I tighten my scarf around my neck and shake my head.

"No we can't. I want us to all talk before it gets too late in the day. Many of our fights happen during the night so this is the perfect time to talk without being interrupted by any Dollars." The rest of the Yellow Scarves walk in and I stand up, dusting my pants off.

"I've had a bad feeling about Hisoko ever since I kicked him out. Does anyone know where he is?" I groan when I see everyone shaking their head and shrugging their shoulders. I pace back and forth slowly, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "I wonder what he's up to. Knowing him, he wants revenge on me and the Yellow Scarves. I don't think he would join the Dollars though; too big of a group to actually assert any authority." I sigh and stop my pacing, opting to stare at a dark spot on the concrete floor.

"How have the fights been?" Everyone mumbles to themselves and tap their metal pipes on the floor, nobody wanting to give me an answer.

"They've been bad chief. We're trying to stay out of any fights like you asked us to but it's not working. Some of the more cocky Dollars are still cornering us and beating the shit out of us. Three of our guys are in the hospital from last night's scuffle," a boy in a yellow hat says quietly. I grit my teeth and ball my hands into tight fists, drawing blood from my palms.

"DAMNIT! What am I supposed to do?! I can't keep having you guys get hurt because of a stupid decision Hisoko made!" I drop my voice to a whisper and grab my face with both hands. "Should I disband the Yellow Scarves? Would the fighting stop if I did?" Knowing that was not the right decision, I sit back down on the couch and blow my bangs out of my face.

"You guys are dismissed for now. We'll meet back here in a couple of hours when I decide on what to-," A loud knock on the garage door stops me midsentence and I raise an eyebrow at who the visitor could be. Three of the bigger Yellow Scarves walk up to the garage door and wait for me to give the signal. I nod my head and the three of them lift the garage door wide open.

~Reader POV

"Simon's sushi is always great after being away from home so long. The food in Tokyo is pretty crappy when you don't have that much money." You giggle and toss your bag on the couch, stretching your arms above your head. Shizuo sets his half empty pack of cigarettes on the dining room table and heads into the kitchen.

"I can't believe how late it already is. Time flies when you're having fun huh? Hope you had a good day today." Shizuo pulls out the carton of strawberry milk and drinks straight from the cartoon. You wrinkle your nose in mock disgust and plop down on the couch.

"I had an amazing day today thank you so much! And it's not that late; the sky is just turning dark! You're not that old Shizuo," you say in a teasing tone. He grunts and tosses the empty carton in the trash, making his way to the couch and kicking the box. He kneels down and starts peeling off the numerous strips of packing tape on it.

"We never unpacked your clothes when we got home and I don't want them sitting in the living room. Geez [name] why did you put so much tape on the damn thing?" He scowls when some of the tape wraps around his finger and he yanks it off with his other hand.

"I don't remember taping it up. I think my friend or someone did." You wonder if Izaya sealed the box up for you. After Shizuo finally pulls off the last strip of tape, he reaches his hand inside to pull out the first article of clothing. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion before his eye twitches in annoyance.

"[Name] what. The. HELL. IS THIS?!" You jump at Shizuo raising his voice and you turn your head to him, your mouth dropping in disbelief and horror. Shizuo is clutching Izaya's signature fur trimmed coat and his hand is shaking from anger. He storms over to you and shoves the coat in your face. "WHY THE HELL IS THAT FLEA'S COAT DOING IN YOUR BOX OF CLOTHES?!" You stare at the coat, your mouth opening and closing with no sound coming out. He shakes the coat violently in your face and photos scatter from the pockets. He picks up the closest photo and his face has a mixture of fury and pure sadness.

You scramble off the couch to have space between you and Shizuo and pick up a photo off the ground. The one you're holding is a picture of you giving Izaya a kiss before leaving for work. You gasp and see another photo with you sleeping on Izaya's chest when he yelled at you. You see Shizuo rip the photo in his hands in half and throw the coat at a wall. You feel blood draining from your cheeks and your limbs trembling.

"Shi-Shizuo I-I can explain wh-what-,"

"Explain what?! That you've been seeing the flea behind my back?! Letting him kiss you?! "How could you love that flea after all the shit he's put me through?!" He grabs the couch and tosses it to the other side of the room, making a deep hole in the wall. "How could you do this to me?! Don't you dare try to deny it because these pictures are all the damn proof I need!" He grabs his cigarettes off the table and storms towards the door.

You force yourself to move your legs and grab Shizuo by the arm, trying to pull him away from the door. "Wait Shizuo please! Let me explain!" He wrenches his arm away from your grasp and glares at you with fury in his honey eyes. You've only seen him give that specific look to Izaya and feel your heart pound in your chest.

"Don't talk to me or touch me ever again," he hisses out in an icy tone before ripping the door off its hinges and stomping down the flights of stairs. You shakily use all your strength to pick up the door and set it back on the hinges before collapsing on the ground. You breathe heavily and start crying loudly, your cries become softer as time passes. You push yourself off the floor but immediately fall back down, all the muscles in your legs refusing to work.

You slowly crawl to the overturned couch and look around it until you spot your bag sandwiched between the wall and couch. Yanking the bag out you fumble for your phone, the tears flowing heavily from your eyes. Grabbing your phone you flip it open and search for the number you want, your tears making it difficult to see names. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand and finally find the number, pressing the call button quickly and putting the phone to your ear.

"Oh god please, please, please pick up" You sit against the wall and hug your knees to your chest tightly, choking on your sobs. You feel relieved when the phone starts ringing and try to calm your breathing as you wait for him to answer the phone.