start drivin'

Pairing: Shizuo/Izaya
Theme: future!au: the wrong car

Izaya wasn’t sure why the handsome stranger got in Shinra’s car with him, but he wasn’t about to complain.

It was raining so the moment the black car pulled up, Izaya immediately got into the backseat, glaring at Shinra. “You know,” he had begun, “next time you say you’re right outside, it’d be best if you were right outside instead of ten minutes away.”

“Well, I was factoring in the time that it would take you to open the door–”

“Ten minutes?”

And that was when the other door opened, the car shifted with the new weight. The man had his coat pulled over his head and, to Izaya’s disdain, he shook his head like a dog, sending water spraying everywhere. He barked out ‘oi, start drivin’!’ in such a gruff, angry tone that Shinra nearly squeaked and began to do so, foot slamming down on the gas pedal.

Meanwhile, Izaya just stared.

He wore a black rain coat; it didn’t look like anything that was particular high quality, but it was just a normal little thunderstorm, humidity keeping it from being cold. Izaya wore a trench coat; his hair was also a bit damp but the other’s was soaking, so he assumed he’d been standing out there for much longer.

He cleared his throat but the other didn’t look over, just intently stared out the window.

He tried again but still no answer.

A deep sigh moved his shoulders and Izaya raised an eyebrow as he began talking, hand ruffling his hair and turning to the front. “Sorry about that Celty, I didn’t mean to snap at you… I just really don’t want to be late to Kasuka’s movie premiere, I even tried to look nice…”

“And yet you still act like a dog.”

The man turned to him and stared incredulously. When he asked ‘who the hell are you?’ and Shinra answered ‘are you going to rob us? Take Izaya, he’s worth more!’, the blond stared between them, seeming to grow more and more surprised with every moment.

Izaya smirked.

“What the… WHAT THE FUCK, I’M IN THE WRONG CAR?”

Eisuke’s Jealousy (4)

[There are links to the songs, I highly encourage you guys to hear them to add more to the tone of the story]

You were interrupted by François who took the phone away from you.“I won’t allow you to continue hearing this” He says as he hangs up the phone, “I won’t  allow you to harm yourself…..________ This must be hard for you, but I won’t allow you to shed a tear for that egoistic self centered fucker.”

“François, do you think he loves me?” you said in between sobs.

“I can’t be the judge in that ______. However all I know is that who ever does that to their “loved one” is really not worth of them.”

 He then pulled you closer to him and gave you a peck on the head. Your mind when totally blank when that happen. It was as if you wanted him to do that, to cherish you, to hold you and tell you everything was going to be ok. You wanted him to give you the love, affection, respect, and the attention Eisuke had not given you. “How about we get you ready, and then we go out to the streets of Paris to get something to eat for lunch, because there is not way I would let you stay here, stuck in this golden cage Eisuke brought you to, and feel sorry for yourself. I promise you _______, that I will try my hardest to make you happy.” He let out a gentle smile, and you nodded yes, how could you have said no to that gentle smile of his.

After lunch, François took you to the Eiffel tower to get you to think about other things then just Eisuke. His planned work because you were really afraid of heights. “________ whats wrong?”

“I-I just hate heights”

“But we are almost at the very top! Here, I’ll hold your hand if that makes it better.” You were not sure if that was a good idea, but you really wanted to get to the top and you knew that that would help by a lot, so after a few seconds you took hold of his hand.

“Its beautiful! It was totally worth it. You can see the whole world from here. It almost feels like I’m flying!” Your eyes were lit up from the excitement you were having. François was looking at you with a gaze that you had never before seen in a men. His gaze told you how happy he felt to see you happy, how relived he felt that you were not crying about Eisuke. His gaze was the one of a men in love. In the attempt to keep you happy and cheerful, François took you to a “fancy dinner.” To your surprise this dinner was not in the place you though it would be, it was in the kitchen with all the cooks.

“Sooo, I decided to bring you here, you know, as a change of settings. Trust me it’s so much fun to be around this guys!”

“Haha you are always full of surprises, I swear!”

It was indeed very fun, there was so much drama. François later told you that he was friends with the chef, and some how got to be friends with the cooks because he went to visit there a lot. Both of you guys were exhausted from running around the city that you guys decided to go to the hotel right after eating and go watch a movie.

“You know, you don’t act like you were famous at all.” you said.

“I’m not like other rich people, I like to value things, not matter if it’s something as simple as a heart beat. Often, you get the most inspirations from there, from their simplistic nature.” François was seating on the coach facing yours. After a few hours of talking you both drifted into a deep sleep without even noticing.

The next day you woke up on your bed and François was not there “He must of left me after carrying me to my bed,” you thought. “Why is he so sweet! Why! when that is my weakness.” You spent all morning  until 3pm, alone in your room. You were unreliably bored, and you had not friends there so you decided to text François.

Thank you for a wonderful time yesterday, and for being there for me.”

Minute later~

François:

Hey, I’m so sorry that I didn’t call you, I barley name it to the meeting I had today, and not it’s not related to the hotel. I’m still in the meeting but I can not resist the temptation to text you, ya IK shame on me. “

You:

Oh gosh I’m so sorry”

François:

Its fine. Hey do you want to hang out later, I’ll be kinda working but I like talking to you so maybe you can come to my studio, and talk to me as I work?”

You:

“Sure”

François:

pick you 6;30 ish?”

You:

Great, see ya then”

You didn’t know why, but suddenly you were really happy. He had been so sweet to you this past couple of days. In addition he had also being with you the time when you most needed a friend. “Oh François, why are you so easy to fall in love with!” you said in a hopeless tone. You spend the next of the time, trying to get yourself ready.

Around 6:40pm you hear a knock on the door. As expected you see François at the door entrance.

“Hey, how are you feeling ______?”

“I’m fine, I was a little startle by awakening on another part of the room.”

“Haha, yeah, I just wanted you to be more comfortable.” He said smiling shyly as he looked down.”

“Are you ready to go?”

When you arrived at his studio you were amaze by how many papers there was just laying around. “Sorry for the mess, I have been a bit busy.” François studio wasn’t actually dirty nor messy at all. However there just were so many things every where that it made it looked like it was.

“I’m really sorry I can’t take you anywhere nice, It’s just that I need to start with the sketches for one project and I need to start planning ideas for the Hotel.”
“Oh François, if your so busy I probably should not be here. I can proab-”

“No no, in fact, knowing that you are fine and happy makes it easier for me to work.” You then knew that he was just concerned you would feel lonely and he wanted to prevent that, so he brought you with him.

“Do you want some coffee, tea?”

“Don’t worry ______, don’t feel like you have to do something, your presence is all I need.” Those last words struct you hard. Eisuke had said those exact same last words before, but somehow François’s felt more honest. “However, if you don’t mind, and this is if you want to, you can put some music on, I tend to get my inspiration from there.”

“But I don’t know any french music…”

“How about you put your favorite songs, no matter what language it is.”

“Don’t judge though….” With that you started shuffling though your songs to find one. You couldn’t decide what to play so your just pressed shuffle. The song Fearless by Taylor Swift, started playing, and you automatically, out of habit, you started singing it.

……We’re drivin’ down the road

I wonder if you know

I’m tryin’ so hard not to get caught up now

But you’re just so cool

Run your hands through your hair

Absent-mindedly makin’ me want you

And I don’t know how it gets better than this

You take my hand and drag me head first

Fearless

And I don’t know why but with you I’d dance in a storm in my best dress

Fearless

So, baby, drive slow

‘Til we run out of road in this one horse town

I wanna stay right here in this passenger’s seat

You put your eyes on me

In this moment now capture it, remember it

'Cause I don’t know how it gets better than this

You take my hand and drag me head first

Fearless

And I don’t know why but with you I’d dance in a storm in my best dress

Fearless

Well, you stood there with me in the doorway

My hands shake

I’m not usually this way

But you pull me in and I’m a little more brave

It’s the first kiss,

It’s flawless,

Really something,

It’s fearless.

You suddenly are brought back to reality and you realize that you were signing this in front of François, and the funny thing was that more then half of the things the song said were true. You indeed felt that way about François. You started blushing, you felt so stupid.

“You sing beautifully _______.”

“OOh gosh, I am so emba-”

“Hey, there is no need to be ashamed of how you sing, nor how you feel.” He said smiling at you. “and if it makes you feel better, I was just listening to you I didn’t see you, I was working on this sketch.” He said pointing to a paper. You were so relived when he said that, that you then felt more comfortable being there.

“So what type of music do you listen?” You asked trying to change the subject.

“Spanish, French, English, I don’t really have a preference. I listen to Spanish music for if I’m feeling nostalgically romantic. French for when I’m working out. English is a mixture of Spanish and French. But I don’t have the nicest voice, haha, How about you see this new model I’m building, I would like your input in it.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.”

The rest of the night you spend it helping him pick out the colors of the new hospital. You guys stayed up until 11:48pm and would of stayed longer if it wasn’t for François, who wanted to get you home earlier then 12am. Before dropping you off he asked you if you had plans for the next day, to which you responded with a no. You knew that he knew you were very lonely, but you also knew he wanted to be polite. “Alright then, I’ll pick you up around 3:00pm for if you want to visit some stores, then we can get dinner, and then I’ll bring you somewhere, and that somewhere will be a surprise for tomorrow.” He then gave you a kiss on the back of your hand and left you on the entrance of the hotel.

It was now Friday morning, and you felt so exited to visit the boutiques of Paris. You had read of how wonderful they were on magazines and you remembered wanting to go to them badly. While taking a shower you remembered what you had dream the night before. It was you and François living together as a couple. You remembered that you were so happy being by his side because he was so attentive to your needs and was always wanting to make you laugh and see you happy. You both, in your dreamed, live in this very cute house he had designed, But also had a penthouse near on a Sky scrapper in New york city. However the most surprising thing was that you then were with Eisuke, having sex, and when you both finish having sex you looked at him and it wasn’t him, rather it was François. Your mind then went blank and that was as far as you could remember from your dream. Where you falling in love with him? No, that was not a question any more, you were in love with him. “How can I be in love with two guys at the same time. Is thinking about another guy romantically cheating?” You asked yourself out loud. But then thought of how Eisuke was probably cheating physically and not mentally. You felt like you could not longer breath whenever you got reminded of the phone call. You decided to think of something else for the time left until Saturday, when Eisuke would come back from hell. You got ready and then spent your day posting random things on Tumblr. Looking at Youtube videos, and watching sop-operas. Time went by so slow, and you could not wait until François could come knocking at your door.

You were staring at the clock when it turned 3:00pm. Five minutes later he was at your door with a box of macaroons.

“Hey, what is up, are you ready. Do you need any extra time to get ready?”

“No I’m ready.” You said as your locked the door from behind. You were so exited and eager to go outside and look at boutiques you could no longer wait a second longer.

You finish shopping around 6:00pm, and François’s hands were so full of shopping bags. You had bought so many things to wear, and gifts for your friends that you felt really bad for François, although he kept insisting to carry them all himself.

“Now we are going to this mysterious place to eat something.” He said nervously, and you had no idea why.

You guys arrived at a huge mansion in the suburbs of Paris. “You won’t mind eating dinner with me at my house.”

“This is your… the house you said you had?” and then continued as you saw a table set up for two, it had the tone of a romantic dinner but you were not sure if you were just confusing it for one since you wanted one. “Oh my…François…”

“Oh no, did I do something wrong, Would you’ve prefer to go to a restaurant instead? because we can if you want to.”

“No no, I was surprise at how artistic the place looks”

“Hahaha, yes my friends think the same thing.”

“No Way….is that three  Van Goghs, a Picaso, and a Monet”

“Eeeeh yeah, well I…You can’t blame me ______. I bet you would of gotten them yourself if you had the opportunity.” He said pouting and blushing, the way Ota did when his girlfriend, Koro, said something cute.

“Heey, i’m not judging, not judging at all.” You said, wanting to tease him more.

You guys had a very nice dinner, the food was italian, and the rich spices where on every spoon full you took. At the end of that night you both had a little more to drink then usual. Due to that you dare asked François to sing for you.

“What type of song?”

“A song you would sing to me” you giggled.

“Alright, let me get my guitar.” Minutes later he had his acoustic guitar in hand. “Alright, I’ll sing something in English, because I don’t know, I kinda just feel like it.” He sang the song Creep by Radiohead. His voice was very deep yet beautiful, and you had no idea why he had said he didn’t have a nice voice. As he sang you thought, “is he in love with me as I’m in love with him, or is he being just friendly and I’m mistaken it for something else. “Now is your turn, sing something you would sing to me,” He let out a laugh followed by a shy look.

“You are quite funny, haha, I don’t know how about I sing just the song that pops into my shuffle.” You took out your phone and hit play and then shuffle, It was The Other Women by Lana Del Rey that pop up. It wasn’t until you were singing it that you for the first time empathize with what it was saying.

“The other woman has time to manicure her nails

The other woman is perfect where her rival fails

And she’s never seen with pin curls in her hair anywhere

The other woman enchants her clothes with French perfume

The other woman keeps fresh cut flowers in each room

There are never toys that’s scattered everywhere

And when her old man comes to call

He finds her waiting like a lonesome queen

'Cause to be by her side it’s such a change from old routine

But the other woman will always cry herself to sleep

The other woman will never have his love to keep

And as the years go by the other woman will spend her life alone, alone.”

As you finished, everything felt silent. Were you the other women, had the roles reversed. You were Eisuke’s lonesome queen, everything in that song was true about you. This thoughts only made the matter worst, making you share a tear. Seeing this François, rushed to your side, wrapping his arms around you tightly. “_______ you are not that women in my eyes.”

“Of François but I totally am.” In an attempt to make you forget, Francois suggested,

“Well how about we go hop into a boat and just stay there, get a drink and forget all of our sorrows.” You were not sure at first, but you knew François would take no for an answer.

Arriving at the boat, you notice it wasn’t just a boat but a very luxurious yacht. You guys spent the night drinking wine and laughing at whatever funny thing François said. Drunk and tired you both fell asleep next to each other.

The sun was shining at your face when you woke up embrace by François’s arms. You didn’t want to wake him up, and you kinda liked the fact that someone was embracing you.

 However Francois, bothered too by the sunlight, woke up minutes later.

“________” he said softly, still holding you.

“huh?”

“Do you want to just stay here with me for the day, I’ll bring you back before, 10pm I promise. That is, if you want to.”

“Why would you want that?”

“Well I enjoy your presence. Second, I hate eating alone. You would think its cool and chill, however once you do this for a long time it gets old. Third, well, I don’t want you to leave anytime soon.” he said as he snuggle his head on your neck, and action that made you blush.

“Fine fine, I guess it won’t be that big of a burden” You responded with a quote he had said to you before.

Both of you ate break fast and played miniature golf. “Play some of your music!” He said in a cheerful tone. You connected your phone to the bluetooth and started to play Young and Beautiful by Lana del Rey. The song reminded you of the situation you were at that moment. It was almost as if you were Daisy, and François was Gatsby. Like you always did, you sang along with the song.

I’ve seen the world
Done it all
Had my cake now
Diamonds, brilliant
And Bel Air now
Hot summer nights, mid July
When you and I were forever wild
The crazy days, city lights
The way you’d play with me like a child

[Chorus]
Will you still love me
When I’m no longer young and beautiful?
Will you still love me
When I got nothing but my aching soul?
” In a swift motion François hugged you from the back by the waist.

“Of course I will.” He whispered, as he rested his head on your shoulder. You didn’t know what to think, “Is this his confession of love?” you thought.

It was 7:00pm and you were now headed home, you weren’t worried Eisuke was going to arrived soon since he had called you earlier to tell you he was arriving home at midnight. When you arrived at the hotel it was 8:50pm.

“I had a wonderful time _____. “

“Me too, thank you for spending time with me.”

“Haha, no I should be thanking you for even talking to me. Its a pleasure, it really is.” 

With a faint blush you answered, “Francois don’t be ridicu-lous” You broke the last syllable of the word as you saw Eisuke enter the reception. You were so surprise you could not move. At the same time you were terrified of how he would react to seeing you with another men while your face was blushing. When Eisuke turned to your direction, you still unable to move, he quickly directed him self to were you were. François turned around to see what exactly was making you so scared.

“Lets go.” Eisuke said coldly as you he grabbed you by the hand, leaving François behind. “Why were you talking to the architect for?” The question took you by surprised.

“Uum, well he was just asking if I knew were you were.” As you guys were in the elevator Eisuke saw his shoe untie, and he bent to tie it. However as he did you saw a lip stain in his blue color shirt. This only made things worst for you, now you wanted to confront him.

Arriving at the hotel room he looked at you as he said, “I missed your coffee _____,” while looking at you very tenderly.

“But you didn’t miss my presence nor my love, nor my kisses, right?”

“Lower your attitude women.”

“Who is she, tell me.”

“I said lower your tone and attitude, I don’t have time for this.” He said as he turned around to untie his tie.

“I need to kno-” you were interrupted by his forceful kiss as you resisted. Seconds later you pushed him back. Afraid you were going to ask again the same question he lashed out a cold stare that made your whole body shiver in fear.

“What were you doing with Francois this late at night _____. Answer the question now! You know I’m not buying your bullshit story____.”

~to be continued~