AN: Alright, I know ShinraxCelty is canon (please forgive me my Shin/Cel shippers), but ShizuoxCelty could be, too! And I have a soft spot for that pairing. So… With that being said, I hope you enjoy the beautiful Shizu/Cel fluff. Thank you so much for reading!
Another day of work complete. Tom-san even bought me lunch. Again. I think I should pass tomorrow. He worries too much 'bout me. It wasn't a bad day either. Though I didn't get to throw a vending machine at that stupid fuckin' flea. He needs it for makin' me spill my milk earlier. Tch… Ha? What's that noise…?
I sped toward Russia Sushi, letting Shooter guide me. I was much too furious from another failed attempt at finding my head to worry about driving. All I wanted was to have what was mine. Is that really too much to ask? I didn't think it was, but maybe someone else out there disagreed, since I still hadn't found it after 20 years.
"Yo, Celty." I heard a deep gruff voice called and Shooter immediately slid to a halt, knowing that I'd want to speak with the source of the sound. Shizuo-kun. My best friend, since… A long time.
"Hey, Shizuo. What're you doing out so late? Work again?" I asked, being polite, but not wanting to pry. I know how he likes to keep to himself.
"Actually, Tom-san and I just finished about an hour ago. I was just walkin' around to see if any losers needed an ass kickin' before I turned in for the night. What 'bout you? Whatcha doin' out alone? 'S not safe, ya know…" He frowned in disapproval, lighting a cigarette as he always did to help with his emotions.
"Shizuo," I let out a long sigh, "You know perfectly well that I can take care of myself." I took off a glove, absentmindedly playing with a shadow for emphasis.
"Sure, sure. I know all that," He grumbled, waving his hand at the smoke, "But a lady shouldn't have to protect herself. Ya know how I feel about junk like that." He puffed on his cigarette, and I let out a small chuckle.
"Right. Thanks for your concern, but it isn't necessa-…" He cut me off with a string of profanities, and I let him get it out of his system. Clearly he hadn't been able to beat the hell out of Izaya yet today.
"Ah, Celty, when ya gonna give that "dullahan" bullshit up and just let someone protect ya, huh? You don't gotta be so damn tough all the time, ya know…" He sighed, putting his cigarette out, immediately lighting another one.
"I know, I know. I just don't like people worrying about me all the time; same as you." I gave his shoulder a gentle pat, hoping he'd relax a little bit, "When are you going to lighten up, hm?" I teased. I know teasing wasn't my best idea, so I had a back-up in place.
"I don't know what ya mean. I am lightened up," He muttered, scowling at nothing in particular. Alright, it was clearly back-up plan time.
"Oi, you wanna go for a ride, Shizuo-kun? That's always fun. Shooter's been missing you, too." He looked at me suspiciously, trying to figure out what I had up my sleeve, before bending over to look at the bike with the same questioning eyes.
"Is she makin' that up to make me feel better, or ya really missed me?" He whispered, hoping I wouldn't hear him. Shooter revved his engine happily, and I gave his side a pat, silently thanking him for his help.
"Alright, alright. Since the bike seems to miss me, I'll go for a ride with ya." He shrugged nonchalantly and reached for the helmet made completely of shadows as he climbed on behind me, as per usual.
"Gee, thanks. Glad to know I mean so much to you." I chuckled softly, rubbing the bike affectionately, "So where would you like to go?" I asked, hearing Shooter's motor purr softly.
"Ya get your way and now I gotta answer questions, too?" He asked, laughing once, "Just go somewhere, woman. I don't really care where ya take me." I stopped for a minute, listening to his words play over in my head. That was Shizuo's way of admitting that he trusted me, and it was really sweet; not that I'd let him know that I thought so. That would just make him grouchy.
I laughed to myself, and switched gears quickly, rushing toward the city limits. Shizuo relaxed immediately when the wind started rushing past us. I felt him sneak his arms around my waist, as he usually did, and I wished I had a face so I could smile and let him know how great he is. He didn't believe me when I said, or typed, these things, and I hoped one day, when he could see the sincerity in my face, he would.
"Celty," He mumbled against my shoulder, almost sleepily, subconsciously tightening his hold on my waist protectively "Whatcha thinkin' about?"
I pulled off on a little side road I had found one day and eased him of the bike, helping him to the grass, before typing "nothing."
"Ha? Ya sure? I like listenin' to you type." He muttered, resting his arms behind his head with a drowsy smile, his eyelids drooping closed.
"Oi, just go to sleep, crazy bartender." I reached over, running my fingers through his hair gently to help lull him to sleep.
"I don't wanna sleep, Celty…" He mumbled innocently, rolling on his side, facing toward me, his eyes still closed.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Oyasumi, Shizuo-kun." I carefully took his sunglasses off and stuck them in his pocket as I had seen him do so many times. I guess he felt the need to take something of mine because he reached over and took my PDA. He opened his eyes and stared at it with a perplexed expression for a long time before typing something and placing it back in my lap. I glanced down curiously to see what he had written.
"Oyasumi, Celty-chan." It said with a silly smiley face next to it. Then I heard him start to snore lightly, which I knew he'd deny in the morning.