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Words-Of-Fate — Durarara Script Episode One
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Published: 2017-11-19 10:01:35 +0000 UTC; Views: 774; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 0
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Aigo x Izaya
Her mind was set, but that didn’t stop Izaya from attempting to change it. After years of bad blood between him and Aigo’s cousin, Shizuo, he knew that approaching the unnaturally strong man was a bad idea, even for him. The only time he would even fathom making conversation with Shizuo was if he had something up his sleeve; his trusty knife concealed within his coat; a crowd of angry thugs ready to jump him the second he showed his ugly mug; perhaps even another elaborate scheme to frame him for a crime that he didn’t commit.
As much as Izaya wished he could have a backup plan for this doomed gathering, Aigo’s only request was no tricks or schemes. All she wanted was for the two men she cared for most to get along. Like any true lover would, Izaya wanted to obey her only wish.
Izaya Orihara, a man who many would consider incapable of any human emotions such as love, truly was head over heels for her. It wasn’t just her looks that attracted him to her; it was everything on the inside as well. To any other person, she appeared to be as normal as them. But Izaya certainly wasn't any ordinary person. He could see her dark inner thoughts that she tried so hard to conceal. They were the same twisted thoughts that he, himself, possessed.
“Are you ready to go, Izaya?” Aigo called out to him from her room where she stood brushing her blonde hair. He entered her room with his arms folded across his chest. He did want to make her happy, but that didn’t change the fact that he still wasn’t too pleased with the whole arrangement. Letting things go wasn’t exactly a specialty of his.
Walking over to her, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. “What if I took you to the movies instead? We can watch anything you want, my treat,” he said with a smirk, hoping to charm himself out of this situation. Even his charms had a limit, though.
Aigo leaned close to him with her lips curled in a forced smile. “You owe me,” she reminded him, making it final. There was no way she was about to let him get out of this one.
Izaya had plenty of ways to get out of this, blackmail being an ideal method. Blackmail was his specialty and one of the best ways to ensure he could get what we want, but even he knew that he could only use one piece of information against someone so many times. It wasn’t worth pushing his luck even further. He knew better than anyone the importance of playing it safe.
“I’m all ready,” she told him. “Let’s go, Izaya. We don’t want to be late.”
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The car ride was quiet; neither of them had much to say. Izaya stared straight ahead with his hands gripping the wheel firmly in icy silence. He was still apprehensive about the meeting that was soon to come. As someone who spent years teasing and provoking Shizuo, he knew him well enough to realize that he would be just as displeased about the gathering, more so Shizuo than anyone else. Izaya could only hope that Aigo would be capable of keeping her cousin’s temper in check.
Aigo was nearly jumping for joy when the car pulled to a stop outside of Shizuo’s apartment. She bolted out and eagerly bounced on the balls of her heels as she waited for Izaya to get out of the car. The man’s usual composure was off. His sly grin was nowhere to be seen on his face. Entering the tiger’s den without a plan was just as bad as going in blind.
With his hands stuffed in his pockets, Izaya followed a few feet behind Aigo as she ran up to the steps to Shizuo’s door where she didn’t even hesitate to ring the doorbell. Unbeknownst to her, Izaya stayed at the bottom of the staircase in an attempt to stay out of sight and out of mind. At least until he was more positive that Shizuo wouldn’t lose his shit at the sight of him.
Aigo’s happy squeal was all he needed to hear to know that her cousin had finally opened the door. He watched his newly fiance hug the only other man she loved just as much (if not more) than Izaya himself. The feeling of loathing he felt for the blonde-haired man at that point was something he never felt before. Why was he feeling like that? He had nothing to worry about. He would be getting what he always wanted; Aigo would forever be his in only a matter of a few months. There was no reason to be jealous.
“I missed you so much, Shizuo!” she exclaimed after she finally pulled away from the hug.
“I missed you, too,” he replied with a chuckle. “So what was this important thing you needed to tell me in person?”
“Well… I’m here to tell you it with someone else so please don’t react badly.”
Before Shizuo could question her, Izaya took that as his hint to finally make an appearance. He slowly walked up the staircase with his hands shoved into his pockets as usual and with a forced smile on his face.
“Hey, Shizu-chan,” he called in a teasing tone.
Shizuo’s hands immediately clenched into fists and a look of pure rage crossed his face. “I don’t like the idea of you being anywhere near that damn parasite, Aigo,” he growled, never taking his eyes off of his enemy.
“I know, but you know I really like him. Please, just for me, hear him out? Please?”
He hesitated, finally breaking eye contact with Izaya to look down at his cousin. As much as he hated the other man, he found it hard to say ‘no’ to this girl who has cared for him so much in the past. With a loud huff, he turned his heel and walked back inside his apartment. Taking that as a yes, Aigo motioned for Izaya to come in before heading inside the small apartment herself.
Izaya had never been inside Shizuo’s apartment before and honestly, he wasn’t too thrilled to be there. He just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. He was already regretting agreeing to this plan in the first place.
“So what’s so important?” he asked again, in a less pleasant mood than he was only minutes before.
“Well-”
“Aigo and I are getting married,” Izaya said, cutting her off and getting right to the chase. He couldn’t help but have a smug look on his face after witnessing the array of emotions that were passing over Shizuo’s face at once. Between the shock, horror, and rage, it was an entertaining sight to see.
Before Izaya could make any sly comments toward him, a sudden blow to the face caused him to fly back a few feet. After years of playing cat and mouse with this same man, his instincts were on par. As soon as he recovered from the sudden punch, he quickly dove his hand into his pocket in search of his handy knife only for the realization to strike him.
He didn’t have the pocket knife. Aigo made him leave it behind. He was completely and utterly defenseless.
Just as that realization struck him, so did another blow. Shizuo’s fury was at the point that even Aigo could contain it. Not that she even tried. She stared, stunned at the scene before her. She knew she should’ve tried to call Shizuo off, but she didn’t. A small part of her - the same part of her she always tried so hard to conceal - hoped that Shizuo would beat Izaya bloody. No, not even bloody. She hoped that he killed him.
She understood that these thoughts weren’t normal, but she couldn’t help them. After all, as much as she loved Izaya he had put her through so much hell. He used her darkest secret to blackmail her into dating and now marrying him. She loved him, yet at the same time, she despised him. Despised him for threatening to reveal such a big secret of hers.
She would never be able to face her cousin again if he ever found out her true feelings for him.
How her love for him surpasses a family love.
Grabbing the nearly unconscious man by his shirt collar, Shizuo threw Izaya out the door where he tumbled down the flight of stairs before crumpling to a heap on the ground.
“You’re lucky Aigo cares for you manipulative, piece of shit or else you’d be dead,” Shizuo told him before turning around to face her. The apologetic look that was present on his face soon turned to one of curiosity when he noticed she didn’t look phased at all by what just happened. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but was soon cut off by her feigning concern for her fiance.
“Izaya!” she called, running down the flight of stairs before dropping onto the floor next to him. Aigo cupped his cheeks in her hands as she tried to get him to regain consciousness. “Izaya, please wake up! Izaya!”
His eyelids slowly slid open to reveal his brown orbs. He moved his head to the side and spat out blood before wiping his chin clean with the back of his hand.
“I think Shizu-chan has taken a liking to me,” Izaya remarked with a small chuckle.
“What makes you say that?” she questioned, concerned about how hard he had hit his head.
He grinned. “Well, I’m not dead.”
She still couldn’t decide whether that was a good thing or not.
Coding by SimplySilent
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That ending was perfect, Izaya’s line and Aigo's thought. Loved reading this
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Ahh thank you so much! <3
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