They were at it again.
That constant game of cat and mouse; and it was starting to get annoying.
"IZAAAAYA!" The blonde brute shouted, throwing a random street sign at the brown haired flea, who dodged it effortlessly. Izaya balanced himself on a trash can, looked back at Shizuo, stuck out his tongue, winked, and threw a knife at the brute and went back to running.
Unfortunately, for everyone, a certain information broker had business in Ikebukuro and kept bumping into a very angry blonde. Plus, you couldn't really deny the fact that Izaya liked to piss him off.
It was a wonder those two never got arrested, since they just loved to disrupt the peace. But it was probably because the police were afraid of Shizuo and Izaya could probably just run away, or had some leverage over the cops. Either way, those two needed to stop this if there was ever going to be a normal day around here.
Izaya managed to get himself stuck in a dead end of an alley way. He turned to face Shizuo and got his switch blade out, ready for a fight. Shizuo stopped a few feet in front of him, catching his breath. But the two were so wrapped up in each others' movements that they didn't see Celty sneaking up. Before either of them could notice, she formed her scythe and cut it across their throats, which caused them to pass out. So that thing did come in handy sometimes.
Izaya and Shizuo both slowly woke up, to find themselves in a small, square room, with no signs of doors or windows. The both jumped up and glared at each other.
"What the hell d'you do, flea?" Shizuo rumbled.
"Oh, Shizzy-chan, always accusing 3" Izaya shot back, with a smirk.
"Oh, good! It seems you two are up," Shinra's voice echoed from a random loudspeaker in the ceiling.
The two men looked up at the ceiling, confused.
"Shinra! What the hell did you do?" Shizuo shouted, rather loudly.
An awkward laugh came from the loudspeaker, "Well, you see, a lot of us were getting quite annoyed with you two destroying our dear Ikebukuro, so Celty and I took matters into our own hands and put you guys in here, for a month, so you could talk out your differences!"
The brunette and the blonde stared up at the ceiling in disbelief.
"Shinra, you-" Shizuo started but Izaya cut him off.
"Oh Shinra, you stupidity ceases to amaze me 3. But you must realize that this is an inconvenience with my work."
"Ha ha ha…" Shinra spoke back, "Yes, I do understand. Don't worry, I have a phone set up with internet, and Namie will call if your assistance is needed."
"Well, where is this phone?"
Suddenly, a panel in the ceiling opened and down fell two water bottles. "Don't worry; I'll warn you when the phone is coming so it won't break."
The two prisoners each picked up a water bottle. The Shizuo looked up at the ceiling, "You can't be serious, Shinra."
"Oh! I suppose I should inform you on the rest of the room," Shinra said, ignoring, but answering Shizuo at the same time. Suddenly, part of the wall on Izaya's left opened revealing a small bathroom that even had a shower. "Just press the buttons next to the door to open and close. I even put two tooth brushes in there for you guys! 3" then a panel in the wall on Shizuo's right opened, revealing a trash can in the wall. "That actually goes down to a garbage shoot. Don't try to squeeze down it, you will get crushed up and die."
Izaya's face scrunched up, thinking that Shizuo might try to crush him down there. That very idea was Shizuo's last resort if the flea got too annoying.
"And don't worry. I don't have some secret cameras set up in there, just some speakers that I'll probably turn off soon. And when the lights dim, that means its night time!"
"Now, try not to kill each other ~"
And with that, the two spun to face each other, glaring. Izaya reached for his beloved pocket knife to find it wasn't there. What? The brunette thought in disbelief.
"Shinra! You took my knife!" Izaya whined to the speaker.
"Well, yeah. I don't want you cutting up Shizuo in his sleep. No weapons allowed." Shinra spoke back.
Izaya frowned, knowing that Shizuo's hands were weapons enough that would be able to kill him in his sleep.
Annoyed, Izaya plopped on the ground. Shizuo leaned against the wall and pulled out a cigarette; happy he hadn't been stolen from and lit it. Izaya took notice of this and immediately sprung up and pointed at Shizuo accusingly.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! What is this? No weapons my ass! The brute has a lighter."
"Well, I couldn't take away his cigarettes. If I did, he'd go through withdraw and that wouldn't be very good for you, Izaya," Shinra's voice said, like he was doing Izaya a great favor.
"Yeah, flea, you should be thankful," Shizuo said, blowing a puff of smoke in Izaya's face.
Izaya glared daggers at the brute and sat back down. Once he was satisfied that there was proper ventilation, he took off his jacket and laid it down of the ground so he'd have some comfort.
Shizuo took notice that the flea was laying his Eskimo jacket on the ground, "What are you doing?"
Izaya looked up from his spot on the ground and raised an eyebrow, "In case if you haven't noticed, there are no beds and the ground is hard. I would like to be comfortable while I sleep, silly Shizzy-chan."
Shizuo stared at the flea for a moment, feeling slightly stupid, then threw his cigarette butt at the flea's face. Izaya blinked, then turned away from the blonde brute and curled up on his side, the effects from Celty knocking him out still taking a toll on him. He was going to have to make sure that he gave her some real crappy jobs when he got out of here.
After a few minutes, the lights dimmed, so Shizuo laid down; he was feeling tired anyway. He was completely pissed off about this situation though. It was the perfect opportunity to kill the damn flea, but if he did, he doubted that Shinra would believe him so the flea would just rot and stink up the small box they were trapped in.
He rolled over on the hard floor and saw Izaya curled up on that fluffy Eskimo coat. He sure wished he had one of those right about now.
*CLANK*
Izaya and Shizuo shot up from their sleep to find that two containers of food had fallen from the ceiling. Izaya yawned and stretched, while Shizuo had an idea. He quickly grabbed the two containers and stood up. Izaya, noticing the thievery, stood up, "What do you think you're doing?"
"I figured that if I starved you, you'd be less annoying," Shizuo said, taking off the lid of one of the containers.
But Izaya wasn't going to have that. Quickly, he shot his leg up, kicking Shizuo's hand, which caused him to drop the containers; the one that he had already opened spilling of its contents. Izaya smirked, grabbed the closed container and ran into the bathroom and locking the door just before Shizuo grabbed him.
"Open up you damn flea!" The angry blonde pounded on the door.
"Hmm. Nope! 3" You could hear the flea chewing… It pissed Shizuo off.
He kicked at the door a few times but the damn thing wouldn't budge. Frustrated, he went over to his spilled breakfast. He scooped up the food into the container and put it in the garbage shoot, wondering if he really could fit that nuisance down there. But he supposed that Shinra would get mad…
The bathroom door opened and Izaya peeked through. Shizuo turned, full glare on the damn flea. He started walking towards the brunette, hoping to punch his face in, when Izaya started skipping across the room and to the trash bin like he owned the place. He turned to the pissed off blonde and gave a half-assed two finger salute with a wink, "You threw away your food? How wasteful."
This made Shizuo snap. If he had a cigarette in his mouth he would've thrown it on the ground and stomped on it. Instead he reached out to choke the number one nuisance in his life, but the damn flea jumped away. This went on for a minute or two, Shizuo throwing punches, and Izaya jumping away; but the small space provided unhelpful to this situation. As Izaya dodged another one of Shizuo's punches, he tripped and fell onto the floor, right at the door way to the bathroom. Shizuo took this chance and pressed the button to close the door. Izaya's torso wound up getting crushed between the wall and the door.
He let out an un-human like wail, Shizuo smirked. Izaya did not. He felt like his insides were being crushed, in fact, they no doubt were. His spine was probably going to be snapped in half. Although, this is probably exactly what that brute wanted. To watch him writhe in pain.
Before Izaya could think anything else he coughed up some blood. It was then that Shizuo stopped smirking and pressed the button for the door to open and release the flea from being crushed to death. Izaya flopped on his back and gasped for breath, a trail of blood coming down from the corner of his mouth.
Shizuo merely looked down at the brunette with mild interest, "Ew," then he walked back to the corner of the room.
Ew? Izaya thought. That's all he had to say at his spine being nearly snapped in half? Izaya grumbled some things, wiped at his mouth and managed to get up but having to clutch at his torso. So he plopped back on the ground and started whining, "Shinraaaaaa. Shizuo hurt meeee."
"Shut up you flea," Shizuo muttered, throwing another one of his cigarette butts at Izaya.
But it seemed that Shinra had the speaker turned off. What the hell kind of sick joke was this anyway? Shizuo thought in annoyance. Right now he just wanted to get a shower; problem was he had no clean clothes. He thought about it for a moment, the shrugged it off. Walking over the flea that was sprawled on the floor he went into the bathroom and continued with his business, making sure the door was locked.
While Shizuo was getting his shower, two sleeping bags came from the ceiling with a note attached. Izaya, in his crippled state, crawled over to the new presents.
Heh,
I kind of forgot that it might be pretty uncomfortable in there with just hard floors.
-Shinra
P.S. Pleeeeaaaaasseeee try not to kill each other and settle your differences.
Izaya smirked and shook his head, "Oh Shinra. You're very stupid."
He picked up one sleeping bag and coat and went over to the corner that was diagonal from where the brute was sleeping last night. The farther away the better.
Shizuo came out a few minutes later, hair still dripping wet, his vest folded over his arm so he was just wearing the white shirt and pants. Then eyed the random sleeping bag in the middle of the room, then his gaze went to Izaya, who was sprawled out on his own sleeping bag, like again, he owned the place. The flea had his arms folded behind his head and he glanced over at the brute who was standing there like an idiot.
"A present from Shinra."
Shizuo shook his head and fixed his sleeping bag diagonal from the flea. That way he could keep an eye on him but wasn't as close to him.
Then suddenly, two bags fell from the ceiling. Izaya eyed them suspiciously, then rolled on the floor over to them.
"The hell you doing?" Shizuo exclaimed, weirded out by the flea rolling around like he was a five year old.
But Izaya ignored him and looked in the bag, "Ooh! Clean clothes!" he exclaimed, jumping up and running into the bathroom with one of the bags.
Shizuo looked in the other bag to find that some of his clothes were in it. Shinra's really serious about this month thing, huh? Deciding that the flea went in to get a shower, Shizuo got changed.
He sat down on his sleeping bag and pulled out a cig and fingered his wet hair until Izaya came out of the bathroom, hair wet and wearing a size too large vee-neck, but was lifting up the bottom so you could see his torso.
"Look at this! Bruises! My perfect complexion is now ruined thanks to you!" He sat down on his side of the room in a huff.
Shizuo raised an eyebrow, "Be glad that your head didn't get stuck between that door."
Izaya glared at him. But before he could say anything, Shinra spoke to them for the first time that day.
"Hey Izaya, Namie has a call for you. I'm dropping down that phone so you can do your work."
Izaya rushed under the drop off panel and caught the phone. "Ooh, fancy," he purred.
Shizuo rolled his eyes, but watched as the flea worked. He typed away at the phone, muttering things about signal, and a few minutes later it seemed he was done, but he kept the phone in his hands, typing away. Shizuo raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was doing as the flea smirked at the screen. When suddenly, Izaya let out a yelp and dropped the phone.
"Sorry Izaya, but I don't want you guys to have any distractions in there," Shinra's voice echoed through the room.
"Heh, so you shock me if I take too long?" Izaya said, smirking at the ceiling.
"Exactly! 3" then a panel in the floor opened, "Now just throw the phone down there."
Izaya grumbled some things and kicked the phone through the panel.
The next few days continued in the same way. The two would wake up by food dropping from the ceiling; they would exchange banter, not really feeling like fighting in this small area. Every now and then Izaya would get the phone and have to do his job quickly enough and drop it in the hole in the floor before he got shocked. And then they would go to sleep when the lights dimmed. The only way they could tell what time it was, was when the meals would come down. All in all, the situation was awkward, and they were starting to get a bit stir crazy.
But Shizuo was happy to report that the flea seemed to get less and less annoying each day. He would hardly move from his spot in the corner of the room, but that was starting to make the blonde suspicious.
"Hey. How come you've been less annoying?" Shizuo asked.
Izaya, who was sitting against the wall, arms folded behind his head, merely looked over at Shizuo then smirked, "My, my. I would've thought you'd be happy with my lack of talking."
"Tch. It just makes me suspicious."
"Well then, you have trust issues, my dear," Izaya said with a wink and a smug smirk.
Shizuo stood up and started walking over to the flea, ready to kick his face in. While Izaya just sat there, eyes closed and head bobbing like he was listening to music. Shizuo stood over him, deciding where he was going to strike first when he heard a clunk behind him. Izaya's eyes popped open and he looked past the blonde.
Sitting in the middle of the room was some sort of container. It looked like a weird, sci-fi, metal cylinder, but neither of the two knew what it was. Izaya slowly walked over to it and crouched down, examining it with curious eyes, while Shizuo stood next to him.
"Why, what do you suppose it is, Shizzy-chan?" Izaya said, from his spot on the floor.
Shizuo's eyebrow twitched, "Don't call me that. And I have no idea."
And at that moment, one end of the cylinder popped open and some sort of gas started seeping out. Izaya's eyes widened, but it was too late. Both of the men fell unconscious, victims to the gas.
Izaya woke up first, and groaned, feeling a large heavy weight on him. He opened his eyes slowly and was shocked. The big brute was lying on him, his blonde head next to his on the ground, arms sprawled out on either side, one leg in between his.
That damn Shinra. What did he think he was doing? Forcing them to go unconscious. Was it his sick idea to make time go faster? Right now, this human, Izaya did not love so much.
Izaya grumbled some more, feeling crushed. His torso had already hurt enough and now this? There was no way he could escape unless it the brute woke up. Sighing, Izaya turned his head so he could whisper in the blonde's ear.
"I figured you liked it rough, but I didn't know you like it that fast ~"
Startled, Shizuo woke up to find Izaya glaring at him. "W-what?" he mumbled confused.
Izaya put on a mask of false smiles, "If you don't mind, would you get off me? You're very heavy."
Shizuo quickly stood up and took a step back. Izaya sighed in relief and sat up, rubbing his head.
"What the hell happened?" Shizuo asked.
"I believe Shinra's idea of a sick joke to make time go faster, or to stop us from fighting," Izaya shrugged, and rubbed his stomach area. It hasn't felt right since that damn brute got him stuck in the door, and after that incident…
Izaya stood up slowly, then clutched at his stomach and his eyes bugged a little. Quickly, he ran past Shizuo and into the bathroom and began vomiting in the toilet. Once he was done he was shocked to find that there was blood in the mix. He fell on the ground and lifted his shirt to find that the bruises had gotten worse.
Shizuo slowly walked into the bathroom and was shocked when he saw the bruises on the flea. Dark purple and blue, it was disgusting. Wait, was it, his fault? He felt a small twinge in his chest, but not knowing what it was he ignored the strange feeling.
Izaya flushed the toilet then started poking at his bruises; he winced each time his fingers made contact. What? Are his organs failing or something? Probably not, but he sure felt terrible. He kept poking when he felt a hand incase his fingers.
"You shouldn't do that."
Izaya looked up to see Shizuo staring at him. "Shiz..uo…" and then he passed out.
Shizuo stood up and ran a hand through his hair. What was he suppose to do now? He looked down at the flea's unconscious form on the ground, his face winced in pain…
He walked out into the main room and spoke up at the speaker, "Hey! Shinra! We got a problem."
There was a crackle, then, "What is it Shizuo?"
"Well," damn, how was he going to explain this? "A few days ago, Izaya got caught between that bathroom door. Long story short, he got a little crushed, and now he's passed out and bruised. I think you should probably take a look at him."
There was a sigh, "Shizuo… Geez, I didn't know a door could be used as a weapon. But this puts us in a predicament."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"Well, Celty and I were committed to keeping you two locked up in there for a month. So, once a month is finished, a timer lock will go off, and then you guys can come out."
"What?"
"Well, with your strength, it was the only way we could insure you wouldn't escape," Shinra said quickly.
"You're an idiot and once I get out of here I'm kicking your ass," Shizuo grumbled, very unhappy right now. Where was this box anyway?
"I'm sure his wound isn't that bad. I'll send down the phone, you take a picture of his bruises so I can see how bad it is. Did he vomit?"
The phone dropped down and Shizuo grabbed it, "Yeah, I think he coughed up some blood too." Then he went to go drag the flea out. Once he had him lying down he lifted up his shirt and took pictures of the bruises. When he rolled him over to look at his back he realized how weird this was. The hell am I doing? But he ignored it; the bruises did look pretty ugly though and his body felt warm, like he had a fever.
He sent the phone back, "So what now?"
Shinra let out an awkward laugh, "I'll send down some pills that should probably help him, and you'll probably have to help him…"
Shizuo growled, "I'm not some damn nurse Shinra."
"I know I know! I'm not asking a lot. Just make sure he takes the pills and doesn't die."
"Fine, whatever," he grumbled, rolling the flea on his back by prodding him with his shoe.
"And maybe this will help you guys get over your differences!"
"Shut up Shinra."
Shizuo picked up Izaya and laid him down on his own sleeping bag, then went over to his. A few minutes later a bottle of pills dropped down.
"He needs to take two a day. And I'm going to be gone for a bit so the speaker is going to be off," and with a click, Shinra was gone.
The bottle rolled over to Shizuo and he sighed. Things just keep getting worse and worse don't they? Shizuo didn't have anything else to do so he just smoked until the flea woke up.
It was probably an hour or so, when Izaya groaned. He ran a hand down his face, feeling completely drained. It was then he noticed he wasn't in the bathroom where he passed out, but on his sleeping bag. He tried to sit up but found the task difficult. He turned his head on his side and found Shizuo sitting in his corner, smoking, and looking at him.
"What happened?" Izaya asked.
But Shizuo threw two bottles at him, Izaya picked them up. One had water in it and the other had pills.
"Take two," Shizuo said.
Izaya managed to sit back, with his elbows supporting him. He took two pills then looked and the blonde with a raised eyebrow.
Shizuo rolled his eyes and sighed, "You passed out if you don't remember. I told Shinra, hoping it'd get us out of here, but that madman has some kind of time-lock device set up so we can't get out until the month is over."
Izaya lay back down, muttering curses about Stupid Shinra. Then Shizuo realized that if he left the bottle of pills with that insane Izaya he could either kill himself and stink up the place or kill Shizuo. He walked over and picked up the bottle when Izaya's gaze fell on him.
He chuckled a little, "My, my. Does this mean you're my nurse?"
"WHAT?" Shizuo exclaimed. But Izaya merely closed his eyes and wore a smug smile.
Shizuo really wanted to punch him right now, but that would probably make matters worse. Instead his gaze went to the flea's neck; there was something there that he didn't remember. He knelt down next to the flea.
It was a long scar that started from one side of his neck and stretched across his collar bone and disappeared under his shirt. There were also strange markings wrapping across his neck like some kind of rope burn. These definitely weren't from all those trash cans he threw at the flea. But how had he not noticed them before, with all those vee-necks he wears.
Before he knew what he was doing, he ran a finger across the long scar. Izaya's eyes shot open. Why was the brute touching him with those hands? And touching that scar for that matter. It made him shiver slightly.
"Where'd you get this, flea?"
"Heh, I never kiss and tell."
Shizuo looked at Izaya like he was an idiot. Izaya shifted his gaze and turned his head to the side so he was looking at the wall and not the brute that was violating him. Why couldn't he stop him from doing this? Was it because he felt so weak? Was that why he felt like his limbs were strapped down to the floor?
For some reason Shizuo wanted to see more of the scar. He pulled at Izaya's collar, stretching it down past and over his shoulder. It was easy enough, and frankly he didn't care if he stretched out the flea's clothing. But the scar, it ended around his armpit. But where did it come from?
"Seriously, where'd you get this?" he started running his fingers across the rope burn.
But Izaya said nothing. He just kept staring at the wall feeling completely vulnerable, which he hated. His shoulder felt bare, and he realized what the brute did. Violation.
Shizuo didn't know why he was so fascinated with this, but he was, and now he really wanted an answer. He gripped at the flea's chin and forced him to look at him. But Izaya glared and Shizuo felt the warmth from his skin, realizing he still had a fever.
"Tell me," Shizuo said, a bit gentler.
Izaya just glared at the brute's knee that was in front of his face. He would've moved his head but the blonde had an iron grip on his chin.
Shizuo wasn't happy with his silence, before he knew what he was doing he started leaning his head down. Closer and closer he got to Izaya's lips. And the same thought flew through both of their heads. What the hell are you doing?
Izaya couldn't move and Shizuo couldn't stop. He didn't even know why he was doing this… Closer…
"Shizuo! Is Izaya alive?"
Shinra's sudden voice caused Shizuo to jerk back, releasing Izaya.
"Y-Yeah, he's alive," Shizuo said, turning around from Izaya.
Both of their faces were red and their hearts beating. What the hell almost just happened? Izaya fixed his shirt and turned on his side, facing the wall. No matter how much you try to seduce me Shizuo, I'll never tell you. He thought, and suddenly feeling drowsy, fell asleep.
Shizuo took a glance back at the suddenly asleep Izaya, then walked over to his corner. What did he just do? That was weird. He almost… kissed he flea. His face dropped at the realization, and he started to get pissed off. There must've been something in that gas Shinra threw down here. It must be because he's been stuck in this box for about a week with nothing to do. Just…. No.
Then the lights dimmed. Shizuo grumbled a few things then decided to go to sleep.
But in the middle of the night, Izaya started tossing and turning. He was having a nightmare. And it was a bad one. One that, of course, was connected to that damn scar. But he couldn't escape its clutches, and without realizing it, he was screaming in his sleep. This woke Shizuo up. The hell? He thought sleepily.
He wandered over to the squirming flea who was screaming things like, "No! Get away! Never!" and there were some wails of pain.
Shizuo sat cross legged next to him and watched for a moment. What was this weird feeling? He could feel it in his chest, and it was uncomfortable. The flea kept screaming though, so Shizuo slapped him awake. Izaya gasped, his eyes bugged out and he looked around frantically.
"W-what?" he said, but it didn't seem like he was fully out of his dream. He started babbling random nonsense. And his hand went to his neck, over the scar.
"Calm down, flea."
Izaya's eyes slowly found Shizuo's, but he still felt like he was in the dream's clutches. "N-No, it's not safe," he mumbled like a scared child.
Shizuo sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose; there was no end to the brunette's randomness. Izaya was still looking around the room frantically. So, for some odd reason, Shizuo brought his hand down and ran it through the flea's hair. This motion seemed to calm the flea, as his eyes fluttered close.
Shizuo continued this for a while until his tiredness caught up to him. He laid down right next to the sleeping Izaya and fell asleep.
Izaya's eyes fluttered open upon hearing the familiar clunk of breakfast falling into the room. But he felt an odd pressure on him. He looked over to find the blonde brute sleeping next to him. He felt a weird sense of de ja vu; Shizuo had an arm wrapped across his chest and his fingers were tangled up in his hair. His leg however, was curled over his legs, his knee putting an uncomfortable pressure on his groin.
He grumbled some things, wondering why Shizuo was curled up next to him like this. Then remembered his night terrors. How embarrassing.
He brought a hand up and flicked the blonde's forehead. But instead of waking up, Shizuo tightened his grip, putting more pressure on Izaya's groin. Izaya grimaced, not really wanting to be in this situation; actually he still felt pretty sick.
If he had his knife he probably would've stabbed Shizuo to wake him up, but Shinra stole it. So he head butted the brute. Shizuo grumbled some things and rolled on his back, releasing Izaya. Shizuo rubbed his head, "Why'd you do that?"
"Your knee was in an uncomfortable place," was all Izaya said as he sat up and took two pills. His stomach area still hurt and he was pretty sure he had a fever.
Shizuo felt his face redden a little, realizing what Izaya meant. That's pretty awkward. He sat up slowly, then looked at the brunette, who was rubbing at his eyes.
"So what was your nightmare about?"
Izaya's head whipped to the side to look at him, "Uh, what?"
"What was your nightmare about?" He repeated, "I think I deserve to know what caused me to wake up in the middle of the night."
Izaya sighed, not wanting to deal with this right now, "I don't remember."
"Psh, B.S." Shizuo rolled his eyes. Izaya looked at him with wide eyes. "I bet it has something to do with that scar."
Izaya looked down at the floor as his hand went to run along the length of said scar. He still wasn't going to tell him. He'd rather forget about that blemish in his life.
Without saying anything, Izaya got up and slowly walked into bathroom and spit up some more blood and bile into the toilet. He rinsed his mouth under the faucet and gripped his hands on the counter, trying to keep his balance. Either the pills had some weird effect on him or it was the fever.
He looked over to see Shizuo standing there, watching him. Why does he always just watch me? He must know how creepy it is, Izaya thought. But he felt his consciousness slipping. He started falling to the side, but Shizuo caught him.
The blonde supported him against his chest, "You can't be serious; you just woke up."
But Izaya merely smirked and let his head loll against Shizuo's chest as he lost consciousness. Shizuo sighed, "What am I going to do with you?"
He picked up Izaya bridal style and walked to where he woke up and sat down, but he didn't set Izaya down for some odd reason. He kept him curled up against his chest. He looked at the sleeping brunette with mild curiosity.
He ran his hand against Izaya's forehead, feeling the warmth, then down to his cheek. He had such soft skin, it was feminine really. He brushed his thumb across his pale lips for some reason, and then his hand ventured down to his neck. He ran his fingers along the wounds, wondering where the flea got the damn things. Did it have to do something with the mafia or his stupid information broker business? Whatever it was, not knowing pissed Shizuo off.
His hand ran down the scar, but instead of stopping, he stuck his hand further down the front of the flea's shirt, feeling his skin. But the brunette twitched, probably because Shizuo got to his bruised area.
"Oh, Shizuo," Izaya muttered, half asleep, "I wasn't aware you played for that team. Well that's okay, after all, I do love all humans." Then he curled up in a tighter ball against Shizuo's chest.
Shizuo took his hand out of the flea's shirt, suddenly blushing. Hopefully he won't remember saying that or any of this.
A/N- I would just like to say some things. This is my first fanfiction. I hope that whoever read it likes it. And actually, I don't really think there should be a ShizuoxIzaya couple, but I got this crazy idea and just couldn't resist. And, I had fun writing it. Lol x3
I was going to write out the whole month, but ehh, I think this is a good ending. So unless I get a bunch of people telling me to continue, it's staying as is.
And please, some feedback would be nice, since this is my first fanfiction. But I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.