Hello everyone!~ As you can see, I'm breaking up this oneshot into a multiple chapter story. It won't be many chapters, but I think they flow better than huge oneshots. Less tiring on the eyes.
I'm so happy to see that you enjoy reading! It makes us so happy, you can't even imagine! At first, we were nervous that our portrayals on Izaya and Shizuo might be a tad out of character, but we enjoy writing all this fluff. And we are very happy to see that you enjoy reading it! So here is chapter two! Enjoy!~
The raven haired man sighed, staring at the red truck in his hand. "I still worry." He said, swallowing the lump in his throat. He gently placed the truck into the toy bin, as he imagined Delic rushing by, making car sounds. "We have kids now...things aren't the same." His voice cracked slightly as he turned away, blinking.
He couldn't stop the images of his sons playing in the living room, fighting over the toys. He saw himself wearing that damn pink apron Shizuo had bought him when Psyche was born, rushing to stop the fighting. He would hand Psyche a strawberry Popsicle and a napkin so he wouldn't drip on the carpet. And Tsugaru would go along playing tea time with his teddy bears. He would be cooking breakfast for Shizuo as he slept in from a long night of work, while feeding Hibiya his mashed peaches.
Izaya bent down and picked up the worn teddy bear in his hand, observing the missing patches of fur, and that left eye that constantly had to be sewn back on. He smiled at the memory of Tsugaru chewing on the button eye as a baby.
All fond memories he didn't want to ever lose.
"I have things to worry about now..." he whispered after a moment of silence, his voice choking.
He turned back toward Shizuo, shoving a stuffed animal into his chest. "So next time, fucking call before you stand me up! So at least I know what to tell the kids when you don't come home!"
"Tsugaru understands," Shizuo whispered, placing the toys in the bin, "He's eight years old. Old enough to understand. And if you explain to Psyche too, he will as well." Shizuo slipped into his T-shirt, facing away from Izaya. "Delic is too young to understand and so is my princess."
With a shaky sigh, Izaya sat on the couch. He bent forward, leaning on his elbows, as he rested his head in his hands. "Then...just call...so i don't get a fucking ulcer worrying about you..." he muttered.
Shizuo couldn't help but chuckle, "Alright alright…" he said, going to the kitchen to get something to drink. He opened the fridge, glancing inside for a moment before noticing the bottle of milk. He grabbed it and shut the door quietly and walked back, opening the cap and taking a swig.
"Did Tsugaru do his homework? Also we need to get Psyche ready to enter kinder garden." he asked, standing beside the couch.
"Aye, Tsugaru did his homework. And I went shopping with psyche earlier for school supplies. He got a pink back pack and a new bunny stuffed animal." Izaya sighed, smiling slightly as he rested his head back against the couch, closing his eyes.
"I see." Shizuo took another large gulp, nearly finishing all of it, before setting the glass aside. He grinned and ruffled Izaya's hair with his hand. "How come the ones that have you DNA are always the ones that like girly stuff, ha?" he chuckled again, sitting beside Izaya, slowly scooting closer.
Izaya crossed his arms and looked away, pouting slightly. "They all have their own personalities. I can't control what they like and dislike..." he said, trying to still be angry. However, he found it hard to stay angry at the now tame beast of Ikebukuro. Especially when he was being so...caring and understanding. He wasn't fighting back like Izaya had thought he would. Shizuo was so god damn unpredictable at times.
"That's the first time you can't control something." Shizuo smirked a bit, grabbing Izaya by the arms, pulling him into his lap. "Come 'ere." He whispered softly. Izaya grunted a bit and struggled, not wanting to give into Shizuo's soft touches. Much to his dismay, Izaya ended up on Shizuo's lap regardless. He sat there, crossing his arms over his chest, huffing.
"Yeah...whatever."
Shizuo pressed his lips softly against Izaya's forehead, breathing deeply. "I know you're still mad, Izaya.." he mumbled as he pulled away and smiled, grabbing Izaya's chin and tilting it up so they could stare each other in the eyes. "I already apologized a lot, and you're still cranky from a sleepless night, the kids won't be happy…"
God he looked too cute when he stared at Izaya with those warm, honey eyes. It made Izaya tremble from the intensity of it. Made him dizzy and feel like a damsel in distress. He loathed and craved that feeling. The feeling that only Shizuo could give him.
But he still had an image to uphold. He had to break the contact that made him bend to Shizuo's will. Izaya moved his gaze away, looking at the wall, trying to focus on something else.
"Just what the hell were you doing out so late anyways? Your never out till three. I'm not used to staying up so late waiting for you."
"Which is why you should forgive me. It just happened toda-" the blond stopped mid sentence, and blinked, looking past Izaya's head to the door near is own bedroom. He smiled and chuckled softly, leaning forward a bit to brush his lips against Izaya's ear, "Mommy, Tsu-chan is calling for you." he whispered when he saw Tsugaru in his blue pajamas, rubbing his eye in the same manner he has been doing for seven years, looking tiredly at the two.
"Mummy... " he murmured softly, his already soft spoken voice almost silent. Izaya's eyes softened at the sound of his eldest sons voice. He turned in Shizuo's lap to face the small boy and smiled, holding his arms open.
"Tsugaru, what's the matter babe?" he cooed.
Tsugaru kept rubbing his eyes, walking toward Izaya. He stepped on his tiptoes, crawling onto Izaya's lap, with the help of his mother lifting him. He nuzzles his face into his mother's chest, "I heard Daddy coming home…and you screaming..." he murmured and looked at Shizuo, "Hi Daddy..."
Shizuo chuckled and patted his son's head. "You're a smart one."
Guilt gnawed at Izaya's conscience. He sighed, brushing the hair out of Tsugaru's eyes. "oh sweetie...you don't have to worry about anything. Mommy just got a little mad at..." the sound of fast footsteps made him look up to see Psyche running out of the bedroom in his white and pink pajamas.
"Daddy!" the hyper son yelled.
"Hey," Shizuo chuckled and grabbed him, lifting him the air, making his white and pink pajamas lift a bit too, "Quiet down. Your brothers are sleeping," he poked Psyche's forehead, "Why are you up so late, hm? Didn't we agree you'd sleep or else I'd take your candy away?"
Psyche's eye widened, a small gasp coming out of his mouth before he played with the hem of his fathers shirt. "Tsu-chan was scared of the yelling and woke me up."
Tsugaru whined a bit, slightly embarrassed to admit he was afraid of his mom and dad fighting. Izaya bit his lip and ruffled Psyche's hair soothingly.
"I'm sorry babe…"
Tsugaru looked at Psyche and smiled, patting his younger brother's head. "Sorry Psyche, Daddy was just late again, right?" he looked at Shizuo, with wide, blue eyes.
"Yeah, I'm fine, and you guys should go to bed, I have a surprise for tomorrow, and no, I wont tell you to day, Psyche. " Shizuo chortled, lifting a protesting Psyche in his arms.
"But Daddy!"
"No buts." Shizuo stood up, grabbing hold of Tsugaru's hand in his. "Now now! Lets get you to bed, come on Tsu-chan." Shizuo led his children back to their bedroom, checking in on their youngest babies, Delic and Hibiya, who were still sleeping soundly in their bedroom.
Izaya watched Shizuo take the two eldest sons back to their room silently. He curled into a ball, wrapping his arms around his legs while resting his cheek on his knees. He let out a shaky breath. Shizuo got both of his eldest sons in bed, promising something for tomorrow, and kissing their forehead goodnight. He returned to the living room, closing the door behind him with an awkward silence.