Let's Pretend

Let's Pretend [[Psychedelic Dreams]]

Chapter Eight

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A/N: Minor2 now applies

Sonohara Anri sat fidgeting in Izaya's office, waiting for him to get off of the phone.  She looked at her shoes as she played with a ring on her finger that Mikado had won at a fair for her.  She looked at the clock on the wall which read 5:37pm, then back at her shoes.  It had been almost a year since she had seen Orihara Izaya last, and it had not been a pleasant affair.  Wasn't he worried that she would try and Slash him again? Or perhaps he was confident in his ability to fend her off, as she had failed before.  

"Umm... excuse me, Orihara-san.  I hate to interrupt..."

"Quite alright, Anri-chan," Izaya assured her.  "So we'll postpone our meeting until tomorrow night, Shiki-san.  … Right, right.  See you then."  He put his phone back on his dock charger and leaned over his desk, entwining his fingers in a most business-like manner.  "I knew Celty-chan would send you back here... she's too nice."

"Uh... can I ask what this is all about?" Anri asked nervously.  Celty had been vague.

I can't really say for sure with confidence.

Anri glanced over at Mikado, who had been happy to see his old friend the Black Biker at first but was now wearing a worried expression.  "This doesn't have to do with the Dollars, does it?" he asked tensely.

Not that I know of.  As another supernatural force in Ikebukuro, someone wants to ask you a few questions about another strange occurrence, Anri...

"I'll be strait with you … Saika," Izaya told her, pointedly addressing her as the ethereal sword she wielded.  Or her online identity, she wasn't sure. Anri narrowed her eyes.  Mikado had begged her to be very careful around the information dealer, and she knew exactly why. It had taken all her power of persuasion in order to deter him from accompany her.  "Since you're so good at possessing people, do you induce dreams as well?"

"Dreams?" Anri repeated.  

"Come now, don't play dumb.  Here is my theory: Saika has always had eyes for Shizu-chan because of his strength.  In a way, I suppose that means you do too.  Older, real men do it for you, huh Anri-chan?"

Anri felt her face get warm.  "Don't be lude, Orihara-san!"

"You're adorable when you blush! Mikado-kun must have his hands full with you..."

"Um... can we just get to the point?"

"Well to get to Shizu-chan, you wanted to go through me, am I right?"  Anri gave him a blank stare, and Izaya looked confused.  "I'm wrong? Oh my, this hasn't happened in a long time..."

"You're... experiencing something supernatural then?" Anri asked carefully.

"Quite!" Izaya chirped happily, walking over to his Klin Zha board and knocking over the black queen in the corner.  "You're a terrible liar, so I know it's not you.  Oh, this is getting interesting..."

Anri might have been socially awkward, but she was smart.  This meant several things.  Izaya was caught up in something under the category of "strange happenings in  Ikebukuro." He didn't know something and despite his chatty and casual demeanor, he must have been frustrated.  Most of all it meant...

"You can't play your game if you're one of the pieces," Anri said quietly.  Namie set a cup of tea in front of her and she bowed slightly.  "Oh, thank you very much." Namie didn't reply, she simply pulled her coat and jacket on to leave for some unspoken errand.  

"Ah, you have an inkling as to why I'm asking Saika then," Izaya said with a nod.  "Surely you understand why I would think you were behind this.  Your blade there is oh so good at loving people you know..."

"Love?"

"Love can express itself in many forms you see.  You slash them.  I manipulate them.  Mikado-kun pawns off charity or good deeds or whatever through the Dollars.  We all love people you see.  Gods included.  I'm just curious as to why we get caught in the crossfire..."

"We... ? Um, who else is all involved in this?" Anri asked, praying the answer wouldn't be Kida or Mikado.  

Izaya laughed.  "None other than your beloved Shizu-chan! But that's giving you a little too much leverage, so I'll leave it at that. Hmmmm..." He scratched his head, fingering another chess piece with an inquisitive look.  "Who else? Who else has experienced such a strange relationship?"

"If you are referring to 'love' in a twisted but purer sense, then I might direct you to a couple you've forgotten about," Anri said carefully.  "But I would want something in exchange."

Izaya grinned evilly.  "Now you're speaking my language.  You're pretty smart for a high-schooler.  Especially a parasite such as yourself.  Tell me, what would you ask in return?"

"I want to know where Kida-kun is."

Izaya raised his eyebrows with an amused grin.  "You know, for not being able to love other people, you've put yourself in a strange situation with those two boys... it must make Saika angry..."

Cut him! Love him!

Anri shifted uncomfortably and ordered the sword to cease.  "We're not talking about my relationship with Saika."

Izaya smirked and threw himself  back into his office  chair, spinning, then flying his fingers across a keyboard.  "Osaka.  Saki-chan and Kida-kun are in Osaka, at least that's where their last credit card transaction was this morning.  Though the money I transferred to Saki-chan for their little honeymoon should be running out soon.  Give him a few more weeks, he'll be back.  I'm sure of it."

Anri's heart jumped and she almost forgot her end of the deal until she felt Izaya's intense stare settle on her after a few moments.  "Oh! Ah... well, I was thinking you may have forgotten about Harima-san and Seiji-kun."

Izaya frowned.  He did NOT want to be compared to the likes of them.  A stalker and a freak.  How could they parallel his and Shizuo's … wait, what was he thinking? Just thinking the word made him shudder, especially directed in Shizuo's direction.  Ugh, how troublesome...

However, it was worthwhile information.  Perhaps they were not the only ones being "ridden" by such strange spirits.  He placed two white pawns next to the knights in the middle of the board and thought, almost forgetting Anri was there.  

Her meek, "Umm..." reminded him that she was sitting there, adjusting her glasses and finding her shoes ever so interesting.  

"What if I refuse?!" Izaya called out suddenly into the air, startling Anri.  "What if I fuck someone else, eh?! I don't believe in ordained fate, you know! I am not to be controlled, I CONTROL YOU!"

Anri inched away, getting worried.  She knew Izaya was messed up, but had never witnessed his strange obsession with control before.  So when he pounced on her, it was not fear, but shock and anger that shot through her while Izaya's grip squeezed her breasts mercilessly.  "Orihara-san!!?!" she shrieked.

He was using her to try and escape this supernaturalness that had gripped him.  Anri hated him for it.  Saika was reveling in the attention.  He bit into her neck and Anri's eyes flashed red, readying the katana to cut him to ribbons.

Saika refused.  

Why?! Anri demanded as Izaya ripped open her uniform in a frantic heat only he knew the source of.  Why do you fail me now?!

Let him love you! Want to be loved. Then give him my steel kiss and love him back! Let him hold us, Mother, let him show his love!

This isn't love!

What is, then? I cut; I slash. I love.  He touches; he manipulates ... he loves.

Anri closed her eyes and let the red glow die in her.  She did NOT love Izaya, that was a fact.  But as with all things, she would let this happen.  As with Nasujima Takeshi , so with this. It was only fair if she were to slash him to reciprocate after all.

"You know I'm using you," Izaya breathed into her neck as he laid her chest bare to assault it with his lips and teeth.  "But you're going to enjoy this, Anri-chan.  I don't rape teenage girls; I'm not a total monster..."

"Do as you will," she simply said, then gasped as he brought her nipples to life with little nibbles on the dark nubs.  It sent a shiver through her.  A shameful shiver.

"Deny away," he laughed quietly, guiding his hand between her legs.  There was only slight resistance as a deep blush filled her face.  "Here, I'll even let you come first..." Anri gasped and turned away as his fingers slid into her, gently thrusting, then plunging deep, exploring the inside of her in a horribly wonderful way. "Ahh, you play at the innocent type but you know better, don't you? Let's hope Nasujima taught you well..."

"That was lost long before Nasujima-sensei," Anri managed, biting down a moan and clutching the couch cushion.  Oh god, his fingers! Once his thumb hit her clitoris she couldn't help it – she doused his palm with a restrained cry through her pursed lips.  "Mmmmf!"

"What a sad story," Izaya mocked, standing back and bringing his stiffened cock out after licking her orgasm off of his fingers.  He lifted her legs nearly over her head as he loomed over her so she was curled on her back and neck, leaving her slick and exposed to his eager eyes.  "Let's make it sadder."  

Izaya penetrated Anri slowly and deeply at first, letting a moan escape as the legs over his shoulders tensed upon entry.  Every man had a school-girl fantasy, but not too many had the opportunity to fulfill it.  She was tight and hot and wet … far more modest than Namie and did he mention tight? "Ohhh Anri-chan … so good! I'm gonna pound you so hard..."

"Ahhmmm..." Anri replied heatedly, trying not to beg him to follow through on those words.  He was teasing her in an agonizing way with his slow pace, as if he were savoring it.  Her pussy throbbed with desire.

"What was that?" Izaya purred.

"Mmmplease..." she mumbled meekly, curling her toes by his ears.  

"I can't hear you, Anri-chan, you're so quiet..."

"Izaya-san, please just do it!" Anri cried, rolling her hips to grind into him in order to encourage.  

He let his head roll back and licked his lips with a smile.  "Oh, if you insist." He pulled almost all the way out then drove into her as far as he could go, making her cry out at last, twisting about and grasping at the fur of his parka.  Pulling out again, he impaled her again.  And again.  And again until he was pounding into her as deep as he could force them together at a frantic pace.  His cock was reaching all sorts of places inside of Anri that she didn't know could ever cause that kind of mind-numbing pleasure.  Never had sex been so enjoyable, it had always been something to endure.  

"Oh! Oh-oh-oh god, Izaya-saaaaaan!" Anri sang as Izaya rammed into her, too heady with the delicious friction to reply in more than huffs and moans.  

"Fuck...!" he breathed.

"Ohhhhgod-oh-god-oh-god!"

"F-FFFUCK!" Izaya pulled out and came all over her magnificent breasts, catching his breath then sighing heavily.  "Goddammit."

"Huh?"

Izaya tossed her a tissue box and zipped his pants.  "Still not good enough! Why?! Why Shizu-chan?! Dammit-dammit-dammit, why is this happening?!" He turned and put his hands behind his back with a troubled look.

Now!

Izaya didn't even turn, he just blocked the katana with a quick jerk of his arm – the flickblade was behind his back, catching the blade with seemingly no effort at all.  He turned his head and smirked at Anri, still half naked with a furious red glow in her eyes.  "Nice try, Saika."

"Why do you think I would let you do such a terrible thing!" Anri cried.

Izaya maneuvered the sword away from him as he turned to face her, assuming a sort of battle-ready stance.  "I never agreed to let you slash me in exchange for seeing if getting off on someone else was possible.  That was just me being selfish."

Anri swung again, but Izaya twirled away. "Hold still!"

"That's ridiculous! Pass on mind control, thanks.  Besides, you liked it.  Was it so terrible?" Anri only slashed again, once again failing to lay even the slightest cut on the acrobatic bastard.  "Hey, deja vu!"  

"I won't let you toy with my peaceful life again!" Anri shouted.

"Ah, you're referring to Mikado-kun and his Dollars," Izaya laughed.  "Well, the Dollars are a formidable group still, so I can't guarantee they won't become involved.  But this is personal my dear.  I'll leave Mikado out of it if I can."

Anri slashed again but was spun around and shoved into the  bathroom.  "You – !"

"Clean up.  I'm not getting in trouble for a bomb of a jailbait like yourself! Besides, its common courtesy!" Izaya waved facetiously and shut the door in her face.  "Soap's on the back of the toilet!"

Anri stood there for a moment, then let Saika dissipate.  May as well.  It wasn't like she could walk down the street with her breasts exposed and covered in cum.  

She didn't say anything on her way out.  She just made a beeline for the door when she was clean and tried to avoid Izaya's attention, which was absorbed in the internet at the moment.

"See you later, Anri-chan!" he called happily.  

Anri slammed the door an ran.