Izaya sniffled the snot escaping from his nose.
" This whole being sick thing sucks. " Shizou chuckled.
" That's what you get. "
Izaya narrowed his sickly eyes twords the blone.
" And what did I do, Shizu-chan? "
He flicked the raven's head.
Izaya groaned in pain, wiping his nose with his sleeve.
" Shizu-chan. "
Shizou looked angrily over at him.
" What, flea. "
" I like when you take care of me. " He smirked in the blonde's direction.
Shizou clenched his fist. " Shut it, flea. I'm not taking care of you. " A distinct beep sound rung from Izaya's kitchen.
" Soups done, Shizu-chan. "
Shizou rushed out to attend to the stove.
" What would you classify this as then? " Izaya laughed silently.
He heard rustling with kitchen utensils. Moments later, an angry blonde emerged from the kitchen.
He tried to calmly hand him the bowl of soup.
Calm down, Shizou.
" Oh, how thoughtful you are! "
Oh, how his sarcasm made his blood boil.
Izaya made the most intentional slurping noises.
" Flea. " Izaya looked at him.
" Yes, Shizu-chan? "
" You're annoying me. "
Izaya bit his lip and shrugged.
" Sorry not sorry. "
Shizou swung his arm towards him, hitting the bowl out of his hands.
The remainder of the soup landed directly on Izaya's crotch.
" Shizu-chan. Look at the mess you've made. " Izaya motioned to his soaked trousers.
" Oh yeah, well maybe you shouldn't such a nuisance. " Izaya scoffed.
A nuisance?
" Oh, shot taken. I'm so very hurt. " Izaya pretended to stick a spear through his heart, flopping around on the couch like a dead fish.
Shizou stood up, leaning down to pick up the bowl from the floor.
" Looks like you got some on the carpet, flea. " He used his index finger to rub the soup back into the floor.
He quickly brought the bowl out, setting it in the sink. No comment from Izaya. Shizou swung his head around, checking for any sight of him.
He wasn't there. He poked his head into the living room, he wasn't there.
Where the hell could he have wandered off to? His apartment consisted of one bedroom, one bathroom, a kitchen and a living room.
Shizou groaned, walking into the Flea's bedroom.
There he was, sprawled out, without pants.
" Teme. "
Shizou poked at him, but got nothing.
He eyed the clock on the nightstand. He was no idea it was already so late. No need going home. That bed sure looks comfortable...
" SHHIIIIIIIIIIIIZUUUUUUUUUUUU-CHAAAAAAANNNNN! "
The blonde snapped awake from the violent screams of the flea. He was straddling his chest, brutally shaking his shoulders.
" W-What the hell Izaya! " Shizou pushed him off, rolling off of the bed.
Izaya poked his head over the side of the bed.
" You're the one sleeping in my bed, silly! " He stuck his tongue out to Shizou.
" I'll rip out that god damn tongue of yours, dumbass. " Izaya smirked.
" Oh you say that now Shizu-chan, but you'll miss my teasing your big co- " Shizou slapped his mouth shut.