Chapter Text
Izaya's POV
I study myself in the mirror as I slip on my red kimono. I can see a few of the apprentices watching me as I get dressed. It really doesn't bother me though. I mean, I am that best one here. I tie my black obi around my waist and adjust it until he looks absolutely perfect. I look at myself in the mirror for a few moments and run my hand through my black hair. I didn't need the white makeup or the ridiculous head pieces that all the other girls had, my talent spoke for itself. Sure, nine times out of ten my customers are quite disappointed when I first walked in but that's not my fault.
…
Well I guess it kind of is, but I'm the best. Within minutes, I have those customers drooling for more. I don't need made up like some sort of lifeless doll. That is what everyone else does and I am better than them. I turn around to start walking towards the door. All the apprentices who were standing there watching me dress moved out of my way as I walked through the doorway. I had my hands folded in the sleeves of my kimono as I walked down the long, wooden walkway of the building. Everyone watched me from the doorways, whispering quietly to each other, as I made my way towards the doors of our forbidden 'pleasure' room. Once I got to the door, I sat down on my knees and bowed my head. I placed my pale hands on the sliding door before slowly opening the door. Inside, there is a man with messy blonde hair dressed in very expensive clothing. He is a lot better looking then the normal disgusting customers I normally entertain. I scoot myself in and close the door behind me. I sit there quietly while I await to be addressed by the blonde male. My handsome customer is silent for a moment for reasons that I am all too familiar with. How boring.
"You're a—"
"A man, yes." He didn't need to finish his sentence, it was always the same thing when my new customers. Ah how simple-minded people are. The guy coughed into his hand like he was attempting to clear his throat and spoke again.
"Maybe they didn't understand me. I asked for the best geisha they had." Ah, Namie-san does have a cruel sense of humor sometimes. Even though I am the best, I think that it would only be fair to the customer that they would get some sort of warning. However, that would mean that I wouldn't get all the amusing reactions.
"And that's what you got." I say calmly to him as I try and hold back my amusement. The protozoan looks really confused. "A geisha does not need to be women, Mr…"
"Heiwajima Shizuo." The blonde guy said with a slight growl in his husky voice. Hmm…Shizuo…I kind of liked that name.
"Ah, as I was saying Shizu-chan," I saw the guy grind his teeth the new little nickname I gave him. "Geisha are not always women; in fact, the best in the country are men." I look up at Shizuo; my, he looks quite angry. His anger is kind of cute. I have gotten a wide variety of reactions when I enter a room with someone expecting a woman but this amount of anger isn't something I have ever gotten. The reaction is oh so amusing. I rest my chin on my hand and lean forward looking at him with a playful smirk on my face. "We perform the…services…Differently, I guess you could say~" Shizuo's face got as red as a ripe tomato. He looked down, trying to hide the embarrassment of the current situation from me.
"What's wrong? I'm not your type?" I ask in a playful tone laced with my cocky attitude. Shizuo raised his head and glared at me. If looks could kill, I would be certainly dead.
"Shut the fuck up! I wanted a girl, not a cocky ass guy!"
"Well then, you really have a problem then, don't you? We only have women and men here, no girls. As much as we like to expand our service selection for our dear customers, pedophilia is not something we plan to get into." Immediately after I finished that sentence, I learned that my new client had quite a nasty temper because he pulled out his katana and swung it at me. In a flash, I had my knife out and blocked the sword a mere 3 inches away from making this room quite bloody. I try to maintain my poker face, but damn, this guy was strong!
"My, what a big sword you have, Shizu-chan." I say taunting the man who was only a few inches away from killing me. It wouldn't be the first time I tempted my own death. Hell, I kind of lived for it.
"Shut the fuck up!" Shizuo dropped the sword to his side, pulled his hand back, while clenching it into a fist, and aimed a punch right at my head. I move before he can make contact with my face and do a back flip away from the Samurai. There is a huge hole in the wall where my head was a few moments ago.
Damn, Shizu-chan is strong. I have met some strong men over the years, but this man makes them look like weak little girls.
"You're going to have to pay for that, you know?" He pulls his fist out of the wall and turns to face me.
"I'm not paying you a damn fucking thing, you flea! You aren't worth shit!" Ouch, did he have to get so harsh so soon? My playful composure drops for a second, but then resumes as I get a brilliant idea.
"You say that now, but you haven't even got a taste of my services I offer." I purr as I start to walk towards the violent blonde.
"I don't want anything you're offering!"
"So mean. All I'm trying to do is show you a good time Shizu-chan."
"Stay the fuck away from me!" I ignore his demand and continue to get closer. As soon as I get close enough, I grab my customer's arm and look up at him.
"Ne? So mean Shizu-chan." I pull him down with all my strength and press my lips against his. Funny; judging by the tough exterior and the fiery tongue, I expected him to have hard, cracked lips, the equivalent of kissing sandpaper, but it was quite the opposite. I push my body closer to his and tilt my head slightly to deepen the one-way kiss. I brush my tongue against his remarkably soft lips. Just when I thought he might respond…He shoves me away. He grabs my throat and pins me against the wall.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" He yells at me. "I'M NOT A FUCKING HOMOSEXUAL!" Seriously, I'm not deaf and I would like to keep my hearing, thank you very much.
I don't respond to his simply stated question. I just knee him in the crotch and slip away from him before he can trap me more against the wall and his monstrous body.
"Not that I'm not having fun of anything Shizu-chan, but I really must leave." I shrug my shoulders. "I have customers waiting for me that actually pay, not freeload like you are. Maybe next time I can show you a little more of my talents, with pay of course." I smirk at the man who is too focused on the pain in his balls then the words I'm throwing at him. I turn around and give my customer a wave.
"See you next time Shizu-chan." Yeah, like I would ever be so lucky. Shizuo was hot, I couldn't deny that. But with my years in this business, I always knew the hot ones were straight.
I close the door and start walking down the hall towards my sleeping chamber. I need to lie down and prepare for my client this evening since we will probably be at it all night long like usual. I start to slip out of kimono while I can hear the girls try and get the now very angry blonde out of here without any more damage. I feel kind of bad, the guy really had no idea what was coming, but oh well~ such is life.
"Izaya!" I continue to undress myself as another annoying blonde slides open the door to my sleeping chamber and walk right in. "Why did you do that?"
"Oh hush Kida." I roll my eyes at my young apprentice. "What I did is my business and my business only. No need to get you involved in such trivial things."
"That was a Heiwajima, Izaya!"
"Point being…?" I sit down onto my bed mat and look up at the boy.
"A HEIWAJIMA! Of THE Heiwajima!" I raise an eyebrow.
"Kida, you're starting to piss me off with your repetition." The blonde boy sighs and continues on.
"The Heiwajima family is the feudal lord's personal protectors. His personal samurai." A samurai eh? Well that explained the strength and monstrous temper.
"Ah I thought that name sounded familiar." I say while placing my finger to my lips and look up at the roof to make it look like I was thinking.
"He is a Samurai of the Emperor, Izaya! The Emperor's own personal defender and you just insulted him!" I waved my hand dismissively.
"Calm down, it was a bad situation going in there anyway. He was obviously straight Kida; there was no way I wasn't going to insult him, despite anything I ended up doing. So why not play it up a bit?"
"You still could have tried!" He dropped his voice down a little. "If he liked you enough, he could have got us all out of here. We would all be free…" I glare at him.
"Will you stop with your mindless dreaming already? Dreams don't come true Kida. They're just a distorted view of reality. The world is cruel, and the sooner you realize that, the better off you will be. There is no happy ending, there is no prince charming coming to save you. This is reality, not some silly little dream." I spit out before I lie down on my soft bed and turn away from him. There is nothing but silence in the room for a few moments, then Kida leaves. I let out a sigh I didn't even realize I was holding in after he closed the door. Sure, the words were harsh, but everything I said was true. Still…I wonder what would happen if he did like me. Would he take me away from here? Leave his whole world behind just to be with me? Spend obscene amounts of money on me, no matter what I wanted? Run away so we can make passionate love together without anyone else's judgment…?
Yeah, right, that was a fantasy. And nothing was ever going to change that.