DO NOT OWN DRRR! OR THE CHARACTERS MENTIONED IN THE STORY! :3

28th of January

The sun sunk beneath the horizon line as a transparent line of smoke streamed through the evening air.

Yes, it is January, and yes, it is still winter, by calendar. Unlike the past days, the 28th day was surprisingly clear – no snow, no puddles – yet it was still cold. However; that didn't bother the bodyguard in the least. He's been waiting for Tom to leave the office as the man realized he's forgotten his cell upstairs.

Work had been the same old same old. A few broken noses, vending machines in the air, roars through the cold air and pretty much everything else.

Except for one thing, namely one certain flea, but hey, if he didn't show up till now why bother thinking about it?

He snapped from his train of thoughts as he heard Tom rush to him. "Sorry for this."

Shizuo took a drag from his cigarette answering that it's no big deal.

Yet, strangely, Tom insisted he did something to say thanks for his assistance today. Shizuo raised an eyebrow in question as his employer downright dragged him to Russian Sushi.

Before Shizuo could ask what this was all about, his face was introduced to colorful confetti as he was showed through the door; his cigarette falling from his lips on the floor as he was greeted by a very loud HAPPY BIRTHDAY! From Shinra, Celty (okay, she typed in big formatted bold letters), Kadota (who didn't actually scream) and his lively gang and Simon. The dumbfounded look on his face was priceless to say the least.

"Don't think we forgot!" Said Shinra cheerfully, motioning him to sit down and offering some snacks.

'...' Shizuo thought still staring at the cheerful lot.

Not noticing the completely stoned look on his face, Shinra grabbed him and dragged him to the table.

"Now don't just stand there, get in here and party!" Said the doctor. "It is your birthday."

"Here, presents!" Yelled the otaku duo a.k.a. Karisawa and Walker as they dumped a bunch of gifts and cards in his lap. "NOW GIVE US CAKE!"

'...It's my birthday...?'

Oh...

"Yeah...thanks." Shizuo said remembering now. 'So that's why Kasuka called today...' He thought. Yep, he didn't even register the happy birthday in the message.

"Have some cake." Celty typed on her cell and Shizuo took it appreciatively.

The partied until late, got tipsy and/or drunk, made a mess and had fun. Kadota was summoning epic facepalms all evening due to Karisawa and Walker, Shinra got hauled by Celty here and there and Simon was being...well Simon. Smiling and refilling everyone's cup until Celty had to hide the bottle. He then turned to refill the dishes. Tom was busy with beer along Togusa while Shizuo wondered what to do with 50 manga's he got from the otaku duo.

All in all, it was eventful.

Needless to say, the moment Shizuo closed the door he passed out flat on the sofa. The pack of cigarettes probably got crushed, but who thinks about cigarettes when halfway to dream land?

Sadly, no one thinks about the unlocked door either in that state, but frankly Shizuo didn't really need to. After all, his name was famous in town. The fortissimo of Ikebukuro, Bukuro's strongest... you name it, he's heard it. No one would dare anyway.

The clock stroke half till midnight when the said forgotten door started opening soundlessly, allowing the shadow form outside to stretch into the apartment before it was followed by soundless footsteps.

Deep crimson eyes smoldered in the darkness accompanied by a smug devilish smirk as a certain missing flea entered. Those same eyes rolled at the scene before them; seeing the blond man passed out flat.

"My, my..." A whisper left his lips as he came to stand next the sleeping man. "Forgetting to lock the door is very reckless, don't you think?"

"But it's so like you, isn't it?" Izaya asked as he leaned against the back of the sofa, turning his head to Shizuo's direction. "Who would have thought you'd be so defenseless..."

Izaya's eyes observed the blissfully oblivious man on the sofa for a while with such intensity; one would have thought the blond would wake up at the gaze.

Yet all he did was stir a tiny bit.

The corner of the informant's lips curved upwards at the sight.

Pale, slender fingers ran through blond tresses delicately as the smile turned real this time.

He left a parting gift at the table along with a note saying:

Otanjoubiomedeto, Shizuo.

A/N:

Nope, Izzy hasn't forgotten. (The question in the summary) xDD

A side comment: 'no one would dare anway' - Luckily Izaya isn't no one. xD

Not the best inspiration until the last part :3 I apologize for that x3

Thanks to K-Oneechan and Pelicular Daze for their reviews. I hope I didn't let you down. :3

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