wedding post ⇨ ❝here comes the bride and groom❞

[ready2go]

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.)

Comments

[shinjukuinformant]

[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?

[shortestfuse]

'Cause I'm stronger than you.

[ He leans closer, baring his teeth. ]

You're just a human... but I think you wanna be the monster.

Ain't that right? You're already halfway there.

[shinjukuinformant]

[Had strength been Shizuo's only argument Izaya would have been hard pressed not to laugh in his face again. However at the mention of a desire to become a monster, the grin fell swiftly from Izaya's lips as disgust caused his nose to curl in a reaction he didn't bother to try and hide]

Never try to tell jokes, Shizu-chan. You are bad at them.

[shortestfuse]

It's not a joke.

[ He scoffs in Izaya's face, leaning back, still tall even while seated. ]

You take it for granted y'know, bein' normal.




Though you got some screws loose.

[shinjukuinformant]

[Izaya smirked. If there was one thing he was proud of, it was how he became who he is despite having no 'traumatic' experience within his life.

He was, quite literally, a product of his own manipulations.]

There is a difference between being a God and being a Monster.

[shortestfuse]

[ Shizuo snorts. ] You're not a God. Too frail.

[shinjukuinformant]

If I was frail then that would make you weak since I beat you all the time.

[shortestfuse]

No, you run away from me. Face me head on sometime. I'll show you who's weak.

[shinjukuinformant]

If I wanted to escape you, Shizu-chan, It really wouldn't be that hard.

[Izaya merely liked the thrill of the chase and the teasing of the blond bodyguard]

You just seem to enjoy the thought of catching me and I'd hate to take such a happiness from you.

[Like all the other happiness he has successfully kept you from experiencing]

[shortestfuse]

No, you're definitely good at turning tail and running away.

[ He's frowning now, his expression slowly slipping from his control.

His hands are clenched on the surface of the table. Calm down, be calm, calm. ]

The only thing that'd make me happy is to see you dead by my hand.

[shinjukuinformant]

[Izaya suddenly laughs.

It wasn't like the sweet, fake-innocent giggles he had been giving early but a loud clearly genuinely amused by Shizuo's sudden anger laugh as the raven's eyes even squinted in glee]

AHAHA!! Is this the part where I'm supposed to get scared??

1/3

[shortestfuse]

[ He's quick.

In less than a second, he's out of his chair, a hand secured around Izaya's neck.

That laugh.

That stupid laugh, that bastard, that little parasite laughing at him.

His grip tightens a centimetre, his chest heaving as he kneels over Izaya, fingers ready to crush the cartilage of the raven's windpipe, to suffocate him until he's blue in the face, until his eyes roll back in his head. ]

2/3

[shortestfuse]

[ Until everything else filters back to him.

The sounds of the background, the hushed, frightened whispers, the buzz and glare of the fluorescent lights.

His grip loosens. He looks up and around like a cornered animal.

For so long. For so long he'd avoided this. No one has ever seen it happen, no one could ever say they caught a glimpse of the monster inside of him. ]

3/3

[shortestfuse]

[ Not until now.

Releasing Izaya, stumbling back from him, Shizuo looks down, looks away and quickly moves to throw open the nearest door, jogging out into the street, huffing, wiping his face, clenching his teeth.

And he howls long and loud, frustration digging its claws into his head, making him shake and wish someone was here to calm him down.

To tell him that everything would be alright, to set a milk down in front of him and reassure him that he'd be home soon. ]

1/2

[shinjukuinformant]

[Izaya's laughter doesn't diminish. It echoes after the blond, haunting him and chasing him like a nightmare come alive.

Except what was worse for the blond was that it wasn't Izaya's laugh that was the center of his terror. It was his own anger, his own inner beast that only the laughter and the one performing it ever readily called out.

The laugh was just a reminder of how no matter how hard Shizuo tries, that monster would forever remain within him.]

I hate you too, Shizu-chan.

2/2

[shinjukuinformant]

[It wouldn't be until later that Izaya would take the same exit the blond did. He seemed content to let Shizuo run, to allow him to wallow a bit in misery over his own realization of how nothing had changed. Of how he to this day he remained the same volatile and uncontrollable monster Izaya always said he was.

Because at the end of the day, Shizuo's own self-worth issues were always Izaya's trump card in the misery he lavishly bestowed upon the blond]