A/N: After a few requests, I decided to make a sequel for Unfair. And since I changed the title, I dediced to update it as a different story. I hope nobody gets confused... Oh well.
If you haven't read Unfair, you should. (.net/s/6442224)
Err... Enjoy? ~

The following day, Shizuo didn't feel like going to school. So he didn't. When his mother tried to wake him up in the next morning, he buried himself on the blankets and muttered that he was feeling sick. Mrs. Heiwajima got worried, but didn't push him. Shizuo really looked miserable.

Shizuo was trying hard, really hard to get over it all. Even though he decided to forget Izaya, it wasn't easy to get over him after so many years. By the way, how come Izaya never got away from him? Shizuo tried (actually, 'pretended' is probably the best term) to kill the fucking brunet so many times but still, he was always close. Smirking. That goddammed and annoyingly beautiful smirk. Shizuo sank further on his bed, trying to bring himself to stop thinking about how attractive Izaya was.

But without his consent, his mind was constantly going back to the red-eyed boy. Sighing, Shizuo reminded himself of all those hickeys on his neck the day before. Ugh… Those made him grossed out and his stomach flipped in anger and… jealously. And for the twentieth time, he regretted not kissing Izaya in the infirmary that day. It wouldn't hurt, right? It was only a kiss. Izaya would never know.

Shizuo closed his eyes, imagining his lips touching Izaya's. He imagined how soft they would be, how their tongues would tangle around one another. But that was a mere thought, since the blond had never kissed anyone. And with that in mind, he drifted away, sleeping a bit, considering he had barely slept this night.

He only woke up a few hours later and glancing at the watch on his bedside table he saw it was already 11 am. He yawned while reaching over for his cell phone. There were 4 messages and some lost calls, all from Shinra and one from Kadota.
The messages were, basically:
"Where are you?"
"You're coming late today?"
"Shizuo-kuuun, don't ignore me!"

Kadota, on the other hand, knew better. Even if he was more of a introvert, he could sense people's feelings better. His message was:

"Get well."

Shizuo shrugged, panicking for a second when he thought Kadota maybe knew something about his feelings for Izaya. But thinking again, he probably figured Shizuo wasn't feeling well, because the blond did not skip classes, ever.

Finally he decided to get up. Firstly, the blond took a long shower and when he got out his mother was preparing lunch which was sad because he wasn't feeling hungry at all. He sat down on the table and his mother turned her head to look at him.

"Are you feeling better, darling?"

"Yeah… " Diverging his eyes from hers, he looked to the pan instead. "Wonderful."

Mrs. Heiwajima smiled weakly. She had been watching him for so long she could tell when he was lying. And the bitter tone he used helped her with it. She opted for not asking anything anymore. Truthfully she was scared of putting Shizuo on rampage. Something she did not quite knew how to deal with.

"I'm home." Both of them snapped their heads on the direction of the newcomer. Shizuo was happy, his little brother was one of the few people that could calm him down. His mother was happy for the same reason. Kasuka went to the kitchen, looking directly at Shizuo.

"Nii-sama, are you unwell? Mother told me you weren't feeling good."

"I'll be fine, Kasuka. Thanks."

At this time, their mother put food on the table and they all started eating. Shizuo was only nibbling his food and Mrs. Heiwajima threw Kasuka a worried glance. He only got up going to the fridge and getting Shizuo a bottle of milk, putting it in front of him. Shizuo looked to the white liquid and felt a bit better. At least he knew there was someone he could count on. Someone who cared about him. Shizuo tried to tell himself that this was enough.
That he didn't need the so called "love" people pursued so desperately.

Yeah. He didn't need Izaya.

Easier said than done. The next day, Shizuo was going through Raijin's entrance when he heard a car brake right behind him. Glancing back, there was the big black car he had seen sometimes before. He narrowed his eyes and walked faster, but of course, he wouldn't be left alone.

"Shizu-chan!" Shizuo cursed the nicknamed, the boy, the car, his life, the school and anything that passed through his head. He planned to ignore him, but then he trotted to his side, smiling as if the world couldn't be better. Shizuo wished Izaya could feel only a hundredth of how miserable he was right now to wipe that smile off his face. The blond growled.

"What do you want, flea?"

"Why didn't you come yesterday?"

Shizuo halted, sending deadly glares to the brunet at his side, who also stopped. "Shut the fuck up, Flea. I don't care. And it's none of your interest. After spiting that, Shizuo continued walking and again, Izaya went right beside him.

"Sure it is. I wouldn't ask if it wasn't my interest. You see, I missed you."

Shizuo's heart did a flip, but the blond quickly tried to calm himself down. Remember? Stop giving hopes to lost causes. As usual, Shizuo hid behind the violence. On this specific case, harsh words.

"I didn't miss you."

Izaya laughed a bit and this ended their conversation. The blond could only think that it would be so much better if he didn't have to see Izaya every day. His eyes flickered for a slip second to the boy walking with him. The fucking scarf was still there. Fucking. Stupid. Scarf.

When they got to class, Shizuo was almost assalted by Shinra.

"Shizuo-kun! How come you don't come to class and don't even tell me about it?" Shizuo was sitting down on his chair. Izaya right behind him.

"What? Are you my nanny now?"

"Shizuo-kun, it's still early and you're already angry?"

Hell yeah. You would too, if you had insane strength that could kill anyone with a slap of his fingers and if were in love with a fucking flea who showed up with fucking hickeys on that fucking skin you would like so much to claim as yours. Oh, Shinra, if you knew…

"Shut up." He growled, ending the subject.

The class started as always. For once, Shizuo was happy Izaya sat behind him, and not in front of him. He would probably daydream all day long if he had to stare directly into that raven hair, slender body, pale skin… Then he noticed he was already daydreaming. Fuck. And he remembered those marks and got stressed all over again.

Then he felt a hand leaning on his shoulder, and moving his head, he saw a folded piece of paper on the end of the long fingers.

He really wished he could ignore it. But his curiosity and interests said otherwise. He raised his hand, getting the paper from Izaya's fingers, hating himself for thinking how good they felt against his own. Curious, he unfolded it.

'You didn't answer me. Why didn't you come yesterday?'

Shizuo snarled, thinking he should only ignore it. Then his hand moved on his own and he got his pencil. The blond sighed. Alright, it couldn't hurt to talk to Izaya, right?

'I did answer you.'

Then, he folded the paper again, passing it to the brunet behind him the same way he did. Izaya reached out, taking the paper and again, Shizuo felt his heart jumping when their fingers touched. Now he was totally off the class. He was so curious to what Izaya would write now. This time, when the brunet touched his shoulder, Shizuo promptly got the paper, unfolding it again.

'Didn't give me the reason. You have to be honest with me, Shizu-chan.'

Oh, fuck you. Honest?

'Flea, you can't ask anyone to be honest.'

'Oh, c'mon. Ask me something. Anything. And I'll be honest about it.'

Upon reading this, Shizuo felt his cheeks growing warmer. Dammit! The temptation to ask something along the lines of 'What do you think about me?' was enormous. But he decided that there was something way more important to ask.

'What's up with that car that gets and brings you sometimes?'

Now he was really curious. What would Izaya answer? Was it really his boyfriend in that car? Shizuo started wondering what was taking him so long to answer and almost jumped when he felt his hand over his shoulder.

His hands trembled a bit while he opened the piece of paper up.

'Shizu-chan, so many things to ask you go for that? How boring.'

Shizuo almost ripped the paper right there, but he held himself back to write down.

' Flea! I knew you couldn't be honest. What the fuck is that? Yakuza or something?'

The answer was something he did not expect.

'Actually, yes.'

He froze, rereading the words scribed on the paper. Wait… Yakuza? Seriously? Shizuo looked back, waiting to see a smirk on Izaya's face, but he was serious. Dead serious. But that couldn't be true.

'No way…'

'What? You wanted the truth. I gave it to you.'

Now, there was another thing bubbling inside of Shizuo's chest.

'What about your neck?'

Shizuo wanted to slap himself for asking this. Wasn't it too obvious? Dammit. But he was so curious…

'Oh. There's this executive, he's name is Shiki. He's the one picking me up. And he's the responsible for the hickeys.'

Shizuo felt his stomach sick.

'So you're dating some yakuza guy?'

'Who said anything about dating?'

Shizuo wasn't quite sure what Izaya meant. I mean... Those marks all around his neck seemed very possessive on Shizuo's point of view. He was about to answer when…

"Heiwajima-kun! Are you listening?"

"Wha-?" Shizuo looked up, his teacher and the rest of class was staring at him intently. He stood up, apologizing. "I'm sorry, Sensei."

"What's distracting you so much, Heiwajima-kun?"

Shizuo quickly hid the small piece of paper on his pockets. "Nothing, Sensei."

Before the teacher could scold him some more, the class ended. The students got up and when Shizuo looked back, Izaya was already gone.

The hell..?