shizaya is totally canon.

[Daystallion Lightdark]

WARNING. contains yaoi, ranting, and endless fangirling. i could be totally off the mark here, but it's just how i see this. don't like? read it anyway, because this is probably the best damn thing i've ever written.

shizaya. shizou x izaya. the most beautiful thing to have ever graced this earth.

before i say anything else, i'll have you know that it is completely and without a question canon. to me, anyway, because i'm a sadistic betch and i just adore those who angst. and i'm not gonna pull up random things like 'omg this happened here here and here so they're OBVIOUSLY in love', because 1: i've never watched the full anime and 2: they're not in love.

ha. you weren't expecting that, were you.

oh no, shizou and izaya are not in love. they're not in lust, either. they're not even somewhere in between. they hate each other, kind of. even the loathing is a bit sketchy, though, because they don't hate each other as people. each one hates what the other does. confused? too bad. i'll explain later.

for now, let's start with izaya.

he's a sociopath. therefore, he's unable to actually 'love' shizou, just like he's unable to 'love' all of humanity, even though he claims to. he does get his kicks by messing with people, though, and thus has a rather shallow and petty imitation of 'love' in that sense. but we're talking about shizou, not everyone else!, you exclaim.

well. it's everyone else that makes shizou special to izaya.

ever heard someone say "i want to be different, just like everyone else"? it's kind of like that. izaya says he holds all of humanity, excluding shizou, close to his heart. you could say that everyone is 'special' to him. but because everyone is special, then no one is special, because no one deviates from the norm.

except for shizou.

shizou is unique to izaya in that he can't be manipulated like everyone else... at least, not in the way that izaya's familiar with. he's predictable but unpredictable at the same time. he's the sweetest man the world has ever known one moment, and a wild beast the next. as gerard butler so eloquently put it in the ugly truth, he's the stripper and the librarian. he's practically the physical embodiment of violence and rage, but he claims to hate violence. shizou's blatant hypocrisy throws izaya off, in a way. seeing shizou is like taking a pop quiz; he knows everything on the test by heart, but when he gets to it, his mind blanks and he finds himself winging the answers. it still works, but it's not under his control.

and izaya hates that.

this discontentment he feels towards losing control is a novelty. he's hardly felt much of anything but glee at messing with people and boredom when they're dull. so even though he hates that he can't ever control the situation around shizou, he finds he doesn't much care. this sick adoration of pushing the man's buttons without knowing if it's going to work out the way he expects it to is exhilarating. and even though, when looking back on shizou's reactions, the man is utterly predictable, he can't ever seem to summon this knowledge when he needs it most. shizou's always the same, after all; 'izayaaaaa!', stop sign, vending machine, parkour chase, slice slice slice and his bartender's suit is in shreds. it's always the same between them. they're the unstoppable force and the unmovable object; no matter how much one of them tries to get on top, it's just not possible. sure, shizou can hit izaya with a vending machine, and yeah, izaya can cut shizou into ribbons. they could kill each other, if they felt so inclined, even though they'd likely die with the success.

but even though it's perfectly feasible that izaya could kill shizou and vice-versa, it never happens. as much as both hate to admit it, it's too familiar. their back-and-forth routine has become too much a part of their daily lives, and they just don't know when to quit. in a word, they're obsessed.

it's not just the routine, though. without the other, each will only die of old age. nothing can kill them but each other. so what if that thrill suddenly disappeared? what if suddenly, there wasn't anything to stand in your way? sure, it'd be nice for a while; izaya would be able to walk around without getting assaulted by shizou, and shizou wouldn't be framed for any crimes. but then... the boredom would kick in. while setting up another girl to jump to her death, izaya might idly wonder if shizou would, by any chance, try to stop him. and while following the debt-collector around, maybe shizou would glimpse a flash of crimson and black and a fur-lined coat and think 'dammit, i'm going to kill him'.

but then they'd remember.

shizou wasn't going to stop izaya, because shizou was dead.

izaya wouldn't show his face in ikebukuro because shizou had already killed him.

their lives would spin on without interruption. everything would be happy, pleasant, as normal as normal could get in their strange city. they'd be living their lives exactly the way they'd dreamed, and they'd be bored out of their freaking minds.

but enough rambling. let's move on to shizou.

izaya is unique to shizou in that he's the only person he can't control himself around. even with the jerks he has to defend the debt-collector from, he doesn't go all out. he doesn't throw vending machines at their heads or scream their names until his throat is numb and he can hardly breathe, let alone speak. and he certainly doesn't enjoy beating the crap out of them... or trying to, anyway. shizou can't stand his lack of a fuse to begin with, but to be robbed of even that small shred of self-control he's barely held on to? it's unforgivable, and shizou hates izaya for taking that from him.

rather, he thinks he hates izaya.

shizou knows it's really not the man himself. well, it kind of is, but it's also kind of not. it's his lack of restraints whenever he's around the informant; it's his inability to keep from harming the innocent when izaya's in a three-mile radius. he doesn't hate izaya, just as izaya doesn't hate him. they hate what they do to each other. they hate the effect each has on the other.

shizou hates his utter lack of inhibitions. izaya hates his loss of control. when the two clash, monsters are born. they're passion in its rawest form; how they attempt to get it out of their systems is irrelevant. whether it results in a near-death chokehold or an aggressive make-out session, it doesn't matter, because it won't ever change. as long as izaya still draws breath, shizou will hunt him down; as long as shizou practically spouts fire when izaya's around, the informant will continue to push his buttons.

so erika and the rest of the fangirls can go on about love and lust and angst, but the fact of the matter is, they're two halves of a whole. as much as they hate it, one can't exist without the other.

and that, m'dears, is shizaya.

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You actually.. Make a good point. Even though I kinda thought Namiya could happen too.[/color][/ul]