Shia

WELL I AM SHITTING LATE. 8))))

Not going to say much cause I really didn't do much. HAHA.

I mainly just sat around at my artist alley table,
sold stuff,
complained,
and left my table twice Saturday in order to go to a photo shoot,
and to take a break.

Never went to the dealer's room,
or any events.
Just sat at my table.
Yesssss.
\o/

The shoot I went to was the Vocaloid photo shoot (of course)
since the only cosplay I actually got done was
Love is War/Koi was Sensou/Eager Love Revenge! Kagamine Len.
Oops.
Had a blast at the shoot, but only stayed for an hour.

Later Saturday night, I went to a formal dance.
SO MUCH FUN OMG.
Probably the highlight of AM since everything else sucked major balls, k.

Made friends. Lots of friends.
Also became better friends with some.
Which is always nice.

LOL BUT HEY GUESS WHAT GUYS.
ONI-CON NEXT WEEK.
3 COSPLAYS TO GO. WOOOOO! \o/
//ded

Stored away phrases
That will never be sent
Words like
“I like you”
“I love you”
Countless messages made
But never received

I wonder when
When will these words be sent?
And I wonder when
When will you understand?

Even so
As they sit
Covered under uncertainty
They’re never sent
They’re never received
They’re deleted
Before they reach you

After a confession,
You took my hand.
Squeezed it.
Held it tight.
Never let go.

I can still feel it.
Your warmth.
Your strength as you held on.
Firmly.
Never letting go.

But sadly dreams are dreams.
You had to.
No matter what.
It couldn't be helped.
You had to let go.

But I won't forget
How you held my hand.
Although just a dream.
I won't forget.
I won't.

LOOOOONG over due, but I finally got my hands on a copy! Ahh yes! <3

Anyways, here's the next part! Hahaha.

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Shizaya
Paranoid Love (Shizuo)
ShiaHiguchi (Izaya)

As they waited for the elevator the air was tense and awkward. Maybe I should leave. Izaya didn’t want to cause Shizuo any problems, and it seemed like him being there was making Shizuo angry.
 
Sighing, Shizuo glanced at Izaya, who seemed uncomfortable.  Shizuo, himself, was also feeling a bit uncomfortable.  It was weird for him to actually be at so-called “peace” with his enemy.  “Are you… um, okay?” he asked, trying to break the awkward silence, as the elevator slowly crawled down.
 
Izaya look up, startled, but his face soon relaxed into a smirk. “Oh, yeah. Peachy peachy.” said Izaya as he flashed a peace sign at Shizuo. I’m just preparing myself mentally for the mess of an apartment upstairs.
 
Surprised, yet slightly relieved that Izaya was somewhat back to his normal self, Shizuo scoffed at Izaya’s reply.  “What makes you think that my apartment’s a mess?”
 
“Hm, well… Since you throw things when you get angry, I just assumed you have things thrown about everywhere.” Izaya smiled. It was a perfectly normal answer. He was finally calming down and becoming stronger again like he wanted to.
 
Rolling his eyes, Shizuo shoved his hands in his pockets.  He paused before answering. “That’s only when I’m around you.  And irritating pests like you.”  He sighed as the elevator announced itself with a small “ding.”  Shizuo pushed himself off the wall and walked towards the elevator.
 
As Izaya followed Shizuo into the elevator he thought to himself aloud. “Hmmmm? So even on your bad days you’re relatively calm?” He smirked and leaned against the wall in the elevator. This will be an interesting sight. I didn’t know my protozoan lived neatly.
 
“Tch.  Of course.  I can’t be mad all the time.  Being mad makes me resort to violence and I hate violence,” Shizuo replied, as he pushed the button for his floor and then the button to close the door.  “Besides, it’s pretty unreasonable for someone to not be calm, or something or other.”  He shrugged and took his sunglasses off, hooking it onto his vest.
 
“If you hate violence then why do you want to kill me… Shizu-chan?” asked Izaya in quiet tone.
 
Shizuo didn’t know what to say.  Well, he did, but he didn’t want to actually say it out loud.  Because you piss me off, Shizuo thought to himself.  But it was weird, since he hadn’t felt angered so far, today.  Hopefully, it’d stay that way.
 
Izaya looked up, his ears anticipating an answer, only to hear nothing come out of Shizuo’s mouth. Izaya was puzzled. He thought that Shizuo would have an answer already since Shizuo chased him every time he saw him in Ikebukuro. “Uh. Shizu-chan… You okay?”
 
“Huh?  N-no, yeah.  I’m fine.”  Shizuo silently kicked himself for acting so stupid.  The elevator dinged again and the doors slid open.  Shizuo walked out, not waiting for Izaya and head for his apartment.
 
Izaya followed Shizuo quickly. “H-hey wait up, Shizu-chan.” Izaya grabbed onto the back of Shizuo’s shirt in order to stop the taller man from going too fast. “Are you sure you’re okay?” said Izaya quietly with an oddly sincere look on his face.
 
Shizuo stopped walking and looked down at Izaya.  He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.  “Yeah.  I’m fine.  Don’t worry about it.”  He half-smiled at Izaya.  “Let’s go.  Don’t you want to see the inside of my apartment?”
 
Izaya was still worried, but smiled anyways as he let go of Shizuo’s shirt. “Heh heh. Yeah. I can’t wait to see the inside of a monster’s den.”
 
Starting to walk again, Shizuo turned to Izaya and asked, “Why is it so hard to believe that I can actually be calm?”  He was slightly joking, but some part of him was actually very curious as to why Izaya believed he was nothing but violent.
 
Izaya thought to himself out loud. “Well, whenever I see you, you’re throwing things at me and breaking property.” Izaya smiled up at Shizuo before he continued. “I don’t really know a calm side of you now do I?”
 
“I guess…” Shizuo replied, trailing off.  He was unsure of what else to say.  But was saved by arriving at his apartment door.  He pulled out his keys, unlocked the door and pushed it open.
 
Izaya looked over Shizuo‘s shoulder inside the apartment and saw that everything was nice and clean. Books were stacked neatly in the bookshelf, and the pillows on the sofa were arranged in an orderly fashion. “Wow~” said Izaya as he stepped inside the apartment. “It’s pretty clean in here. Almost sparkly. Does a princess live in here or something, Shizu-chan?” asked Izaya mockingly.
 
Closing the door after himself, Shizuo stepped in after Izaya.  He sighed and rubbed his temple.  “No one but me lives here.  I am not a messy person.  Okay?”  He placed his sunglasses and keys on a counter to the left, took his shoes off and brushing past Izaya, flopped down onto the couch.
 
Izaya chuckled as he replied to Shizuo and flopped down next to Shizuo. “Got it.” It took a moment for what he just heard to process, and blushed lightly as he understood. “So does that mean we’re home alone?”
 
Unsure of where the conversation was headed, Shizuo became very cautious.  “Yes, it does,” he replied, slowly, noticing the slight blush on Izaya’s cheeks, but not questioning it.
 
Noticing that Shizuo didn’t really understand what he meant, Izaya decided to take the first step. “Uhm, Shizu-chan…” Izaya turned redder as he prepared to confess. “I…” He didn’t want to look at Shizuo’s expression, so he looked straight down at his hands as he nervously moved them against each other. “I like you.”
 
Looking down at Izaya, Shizuo said, “Hm?  So, you don’t hate me?”  He didn’t know what there was to be so embarrassed about.  It wasn’t that big of a big deal to tell someone that they liked them, rather than hated them.
 
“Of course I don’t hate you!” Izaya looked up at Shizuo, his face a pure shade of red. “How could I hate you?” His voice filled with agony and his eyes sad. “I like you too much to hate you.”