discedo_logs | wedding post ⇨ ❝here comes the bride and groom❞

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wedding post ⇨ ❝here comes the bride and groom❞

Who: Stocking Anarchy + Wang Yao (China) + Guests
Where: The gym's auditorium
When: 8/7: Morning time
Rating: Uh PG-13 to be safe
Summary: It's a wedding not open heart surgery
The Log:

Before the wedding can start the groom must go through the wedding door games while the bride adds finishing touches to her outfit and makeup. Once that's done they head over to the gym and the wedding can start!

(ooc: everything will be done in comments. reply to the comments with the specific subject line. the before the wedding subject lines are locked to the bride, groom, helpers, and other asain countries. the honeymoon will take place in Rina's musebox if you wanna read it. ~~though I don't think you should~~. everything else can be added as a regular comment.)

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[Once more Izaya is caught by surprise.

He hadn't actually expected Shizuo to be curious, even if it was only a little and easily dismissive.]

...

[A light pink appears on Izaya's cheeks before he suddenly scoffs and grabs the plate.]

You don't just leave trash sitting around, Shizuo.

[The change in name is missed by Izaya due to his lecturing tone as he moves to quickly throw the plate and napkins into a nearby trash can before returning to where Shizuo was.

Why he didn't just take the opportunity to leave he didn't know.

Perhaps he just figured Shizuo would follow anyways.]

...

[ Shizuo stares at Izaya's face, then the back of his head as he walks away.

What. Was that.

When he returns - he actually returned, he'd been about ready to stalk him wherever he went - the fortissimo sighs irritably and rubs the back of his neck, leaning back in his chair. ]

I was gonna do it, I said. Don't do things for me, it's suspicious.

What trouble could I possibly cause by throwing away your trash?

[Izaya rolls his eyes as he plops back down into his chair]

You're a horrible date, Shizu-chan.

[ Shizuo stares at him. It's an accusatory look. Like Izaya could get into a lot of trouble throwing out his trash.

Something about his next statement makes him look away, frowning pointedly at something farther away.</> ]

Stop whinin'.

[Izaya can't help but let an impish grin spread across his face]

So this is a date?

[The informant let's out a low hum as he leans close to the monster]

No one else would go with you~? How unfortunate for me.

[It was almost a reaction for Izaya to behave like this. To hurt the beast every chance he got.

To hurt him, to scar him-

To haunt him.

Shizuo never seemed to realize this however. The males self esteem was so deeply damaged he did not stop to wonder why Izaya said such hurtful things. He merely accepted them as truth. It was the one part of Shizuo that had been consistent to Izayas predictions]

This is not a date.

[ The tone of finality shakes with his rising anger, fingers denting the edge of the table they're seated at.

Izaya's statement does hit him like a sack of bricks right in the heart, though, but the painful twinge of agreeing with the louse is quick to change into a controlled, frightening look.

Hatred. There could be nothing but pure hatred for this man. ]

You can't say anything useful.

Well, what do you want me to speak about?

[Izaya rolls his eyes again.]

If you haven't yet noticed you aren't exactly contributing to the conversation.

[Before his own scowl crosses his face]

All you've done is falsely accuse me of bad intentions with your trash.

[As well as hint at a curiosity, however small, for Izayas personal life. But the informant was still trying to ignore and pretend he had not heard that]

Edited 2012-08-20 06:46 (UTC)

[ Shizuo contemplates his question for a moment. Izaya wants to know what he's supposed to say?

He admits that he has got some thinking done ever since being transported to Discedo and the time away has given him a long time to mull over things that have happened. Things that he was supposed to do or not to do.

Things he did wrong. People he wronged.

And he decided a while ago that if he ever got back home, things would be different. How, he isn't sure. But it's a start. Shizuo can't help wondering what Izaya has been thinking about their situation too.

Maybe the realization has finally hit him that he might never be able to return. And it scares the shit out of him.

Shizuo presses a palm to his chin, eyes cast down at the table, narrowed in thought. ]

I don't know what to do anymore.

[Izaya becomes quiet as the expression on Shizuo's face begins to change. He didn't know how but the male seemed to be calming himself down, becoming even somewhat contemplative, as if he were seriously considering Izaya's question.

Since when had Shizuo ever taken Izaya seriously?

Since when had they been able to sit together for longer than five minutes without all hell breaking loose like back in high school?

This whole place was bad on them. Izaya could feel it. This place was changing them both, Shizuo especially, and thus changing their relationship.

But Izaya didn't want that. He wanted to be hated, He chose to be hated in return for the hatred that he felt for Shizuo. Because being hated was memorable. Being hated meant that Shizuo would at least always remember him.

Yet still...Shizuo's guard was down. Izaya could easily take advantage of the situation. Could easily break Shizuo some more. So...

Why didn't he?]

No one can tell you what to do in situations like these, Shizu-chan

[The raven scoffed and looked away. His face switching to that of his 'informant' appearance, like that of a businessman negotiating a deal with a new partner]

When something bad happens, you have three choices. You can let it define you, destroy you, or strengthen you.

[The choice a human makes is what made them partially so interesting to Izaya. It was why he liked to talk to girl's contemplating suicide. Even when they had someone who was there, who could relate to their problems, which choice would they make? Will they let it define them? To live their lives forever seeing themselves as (for example) the child of a nasty divorce? Will they let it break them? Drive them to fully commit to their plans of suicide? Or will they learn 'with' Izaya to move past it and thus strengthen themselves?

Most of the time it broke them.]

In the past you chose to let it define you.

[How would Izaya know this?

How would someone who supposedly wanted nothing to do with Shizuo, who couldn't understand so much about the blond, at least understand this?

Only a person who stood by them and witnessed the events could really speak about it in such a way so how could Izaya?]

And now I suppose you have grown tired of that?

Edited 2012-08-20 23:41 (UTC)

[ Surprisingly, Shizuo looks over at Izaya with a frown, but no hostility rests behind it and his eyes are attentive.

Izaya is staggeringly intelligent, so maybe if he listened just this once, he'd be able to derive something from their conversation. That's... something he would never admit.

To be an informant one had to have the essential elements. Charisma, stealth and smarts. He had all of the above.

Poring over this new data, he grumbles to himself, drumming against his cheek with the tips of his digits, deep lines set in his forehead. Then, Shizuo holds up four fingers. Whether it's for Izaya's benefit or he just needs visuals to help him get through such an infuriatingly deep conversation, there's no telling. ]

What if I don't wanna choose any of those? What if I just wanna ignore it? That's four choices. Four.

Edited 2012-08-21 14:13 (UTC)

[ He then throws his arms up and behind his head irritatedly, pursing his lips.

He has let it define him, but isn't that what you're supposed to do? Let the actions that come from your heart determine who you really are? The things he did, the things he does... he's himself all the while. He doesn't want to change, but he's... ]

I am tired. I've been tired. [ He aims Izaya a resolute look. ] Like hell that's gonna stop me. It never has before. I won't let it.

I got no direction in life, not here, not back in 'Bukuro. So it looks like stoppin' you is what I'm supposed to do.

'Cause you're the only constant.

Edited 2012-08-21 14:18 (UTC)

Choosing to ignore is just claiming an ignorance to it.

It is a choice but it isn't the ultimate one that you will inevitably choose. It is merely a delaying tactic.

[Izaya leaned further forward. He had not noticed it but his own chair as well had scooted slightly closer to Shizuo, the space between the two males now suitably shrunk as though he didn't wish for anyone else to hear their conversation. Which might have actually been the case given how Izaya liked his secrets, his privacy. It was Shizuo who tended to prefer being open about everything]

Don't play games like these Shizu-chan.

[As always Shizuo accepted blindness to his life. His confidence caused him to be unable to see just what all he had. Even here in this strange foreign place Shizuo was easily accepted, praised, and adored. Other's loved Shizuo.

He did not know what real loneliness was nor how it felt to finally give up.]

If you ignore it then you will also choose to ignore this. Is this not proof that you are changing?

[Becoming stronger? Though Izaya could not say that out loud.]

Don't patronize me.

[Izaya didn't want it. Didn't want to hear that the hatred and link between them was the only thing Shizuo had worth holding on to.

Because in the end it would give Izaya hope that things really wouldn't change.

When in fact it already has]

You really are an idiot if you think stopping yourself from changing because you have me to hate again is something that is a good idea.

[Izaya leaned back again and looked away.

He could play nice.

Just this once.

Then when the moment was right he would strike again.

And make Shizuo remember his hatred]

Ahhh, I don't like thinkin' this hard about stuff, you talk too much.

[ Shizuo leans forward over the table and ruffles his blond hair, shutting his eyes for a moment.

He's not patronizing Izaya, he wouldn't even know how to begin doing that. All he said is that he's tired. Physically, no. Mentally... there's only so much verbal abuse you can take before you want to just lock yourself up in a room and never come out.

He's always been introverted. He knows for a fact that Izaya is too. Did he ever get tired of all of this? ]

I'm not changin', flea. I thought I just said that. People can't just change easily.

Personality's set in stone when you're like five... I heard that someplace.

Then how are you able to calmly talk to me?

[Izaya leaned back in his own chair, smirking slightly as he continued to watch Shizuo.]

If you hadn't changed you would have tried to throw me in the trash instead of me throwing away your trash.

Believe it or not, you're not the same Shizu-chan. Perhaps that just makes you more of a monster, I don't know.

[Shizuo is the only one Izaya never understands and never knows anything about.]

Not even in high school could you bear to be alone with me.

[Izaya shrugged, realizing he was probably annoying Shizuo by now with all his talking]

But I see no point in making you accept it. Honestly it doesn't matter to me beyond the fact that I can at least now walk around without fear of taking a pole to the head. I suppose I was just hoping this change would make you a bit more predictable.

[But of course that was a lie.

If Shizuo became predictable he would become more human.

And Izaya refused to love him as he loves them.]

[ Holding his hands over his ears like a child now, scowling all the while.

He isn't trying to listen to Izaya, but it filters through anyway. Leave, just leave, go home. ]

I talk to you 'cause I can. I beat on you 'cause I can.

[ He sighs, leaning back, crossing his arms in concentration. ]

We used to chat like this when Simon broke us up and made us buy sushi, y'know?

Ah, also, in class. I didn't try to kill you in class.

I don't know much, but I know I haven't changed much, you're just gettin' senile.

And you're still an annoyin' flea, so there's your answer.

[Izaya laughed at that.]

I haven't eaten there in weeks.

[Not since he went underground.

Not since he vanished from Ikebukuro's sights]

Ah...I must be going senile if we are going to reminisce over Russia Sushi of all places.

[Sticking his tongue out at Shizuo the raven chuckled again]

So you'll keep hating me, no matter how civil we may act, right?

Think it'd be any different?

[ Shizuo's tone flattens and the stare aimed at Izaya narrows. ]

After all the shit you put me through?

Fuck you.

[Izaya's eyes tease Shizuo, the male looking as though he knew something Shizuo didn't know]

Good. I'd hate for you to go soft on me. Would make it too easy to finally destroy you~

So what the hell do you think you can do? Against a monster like me?

[ He slams his hand down on the table, denting it, smirking. ] You're scared of me.

I thought about it and I think I know why now.

[Izaya pretended to try (and fail) to prevent the laughs from falling condescendingly from his lips]

Oh you do, do you? So then why exactly am I scared of you Shizu-chan?

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