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Feb. 26th, 2010 03:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8cha"Smile for the camera," Izaya says, one arm wrapping around Kida's neck and pulling him close, the other holding the camera at an angle. It's Kida's phone, and there is a little mirror at the back where the camera lens is so you can make sure you're facing the right way. Kida grimaces, and it is reflected upside down at him. Izaya chuckles, his wrist rolling. Kida knows what happens next generally, the knife flies out and some guy gets slashed. Instead of that though Izaya just presses the edge of his knife against Kida's skin.
It's not Izaya's order that makes Kida summon up a shaky smile, despite the sweat and the churning feeling in his stomach. It's not the unspoken threat of Izaya's pressing into the side of Kida's neck that makes Kida force that smile to stretch wider and look a little less fake. And it's certainly not the way Izaya's body brushes against Kida's back. It's the knowledge that Izaya is going to take the picture and send it to Mikado's phone and that if Kida is not smiling Mikado is going to get worried.
The phone makes a little 'cha-ching' noise, signaling that the picture has been taken. Izaya's arm tightens around Kida's neck, the knife pressing just hard enough that Kida knows in another second he's going to be bleeding. Izaya flips the phone around and checks the picture.
It's not Kida's best smile, and it is not helped by the malicious edge to Izaya's smile. Mikado is going to *know* something is up. "I'm sure he'll just be jealous." Izaya says, one handedly bringing up Mikado's cell number from Kida's contact list and adding it to the picture message. "That it's me and not him holding you down."
It's not Izaya's order that makes Kida summon up a shaky smile, despite the sweat and the churning feeling in his stomach. It's not the unspoken threat of Izaya's pressing into the side of Kida's neck that makes Kida force that smile to stretch wider and look a little less fake. And it's certainly not the way Izaya's body brushes against Kida's back. It's the knowledge that Izaya is going to take the picture and send it to Mikado's phone and that if Kida is not smiling Mikado is going to get worried.
The phone makes a little 'cha-ching' noise, signaling that the picture has been taken. Izaya's arm tightens around Kida's neck, the knife pressing just hard enough that Kida knows in another second he's going to be bleeding. Izaya flips the phone around and checks the picture.
It's not Kida's best smile, and it is not helped by the malicious edge to Izaya's smile. Mikado is going to *know* something is up. "I'm sure he'll just be jealous." Izaya says, one handedly bringing up Mikado's cell number from Kida's contact list and adding it to the picture message. "That it's me and not him holding you down."
