A/N: oh gad, school is tomorrow.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter! ~~


And before he knew it, there Shizuo was, in some bar, dangerously drunk. An annoying man was sitting a couple seats away, repetitively asking who dumped him. Shizuo ignored the man for about 5 minutes, but when the man asked the question for what seemed like the millionth time, he snapped. Gripping the cup he was drinking out of, he threw it straight at the man's face.

The guy screamed in pain.

''JUST SHUT UP ALREADY! IF I DIDN'T ANSWER YOU THE FIRST GODDAMN TIME, WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I'LL ANSWER YOU THE NEXT TIME? HUH?''

Shizuo studied him. He was bald, bearded, ugly, and looked like he just got mobbed. Even worse, there were pieces of glass stuck to parts of his face and blood dripped slowly from it. When the bald guy realized that the drunk blonde man was Shizuo Heiwajima, he took off and began yelping for help. Shizuo smirked. ''Yeah, that's right, you piece of shit. Run home to your mom.'' He turned back to the bartender and shouted for another bottle of beer.

''Guh, I hate beer,'' he grumbled, literally gulping down the entire bottle. ''I've always hated b-beer since I was a kid.''

''So why are you drinking it?'' a lady asked.

He looked at the lady and squinted his eyes. She looked familiar. Blonde hair, big tits, those blue eyes… He couldn't remember anything because he was so goddamn intoxicated. ''You're…you're….that one slut.''

''Vorona.'' She said, holding her hand out. ''And not all strippers are sluts, you know. I strip for the money, not the men. You, on the other hand…I'll do whatever it takes to make you mine.''

Shizuo waved his hand in a 'Go away' gesture. ''I-I don't like yuh, lady.''

Vorona bit her lip and tried to look all cute, but Shizuo wasn't falling for that trick.

''Look, Voronga-''

''Vorona.''

''-There's only one motherfucker that I like in this motherfucking city-''

''And who might that be?''

''-and it's Izaya motherfucking Orihara. The most annoying m-motherfucking man in the world….who can manipulate people any way he wants…I fucking ha-hate that man, but I somehow find it impossible for me notto like him.''

Vorona was shocked. This gorgeous, strong man liked Izaya?That cheap information broker? According to most of the people in Ikebukoro, those two hated each other with a passion! Was it a hate-love thing? She found herself in the middle of her own questions, unable to answer any of them. She was known for coming up with an answer for anything from the top of her head, but this time, she had no answer. She was….answerless. Vorona was answerless. She couldn't accept this. She couldn't! Vorona had already made her mark on Shizuo (throwing that bra at him = making a mark) and she was so not going to pass up this sex god for some man!

Shizuo managed to stand up and walk away from the also annoying woman and headed home. It was 1 AM, which meant he had been drinking for almost 3 hours.

During his painful and drunk walk home, he tried to remember what he said to Izaya. He faintly recalled that he promised him that he wouldn't go on throwing rampages and being depressed, but here he was now, depressed as fuck. He didn't know what to do. Shizuo felt like he just got dumped.

''I feel like shit.'' he said to himself. ''Fucking shit. I, Shizuo Heiwajima, feel like fucking shit.''

The next morning, Shizuo woke up with renewed hope. If he could show Izaya how great of a boyfriend he could be, then maybe Izaya would realize that he also had feelings for him. He threw on his usual attire and once again, started roaming around.

So what does a good boyfriend do?Shizuo had no idea. He never gave a fuck about couples in Ikebukoro, especially that Seiji Yagiri guy with the annoying Mika girl. All he knew was that couples kissed and hugged and loved each other.

His renewed hope and confidence vanished. He didn't know what to do! He was utterly head over heels for Izaya Orihara, and he didn't know what to do!

''Shizuo-san?'' a familiar girl's voice squealed. Shizuo turned around. It was Erika Karisawa, the girl who had convinced him to watch yaoi shows. ''How did it go with Izaya?''

''Fucking bad.'' he snapped.

Erika smiled. ''Well, maybe because you're not trying hard enough!'' She took Shizuo's hand and dragged him to the nearest florist and went on about how flowers and chocolate would be a great way to make Izaya fall for him. She also mentioned that restraining himself from killing him every time they met would be a good idea too. Shizuo had no idea how Erika knew all of this, but he took all of her advice anyway.

The tall blonde man bought a bouquet of white roses and a box of chocolates and headed for Izaya's place.


''Namie, did I ever tell you that I love humans?'' Izaya asked while admiring his nails and swiveling around in his swiveling chair.

Namie Yagiri, who was temporarily living with Izaya, rolled her eyes. ''Shut up, you piece of shit. I'm texting Seiji.''

The ravenette laughed. ''You have an unhealthy obsession over your little brother, almost like incest. Is it incest, though? Maybe it-''

''Say another word involving incest and I'll stab you to death with a damn fork.''

Izaya smiled. Having Namie stay over was fun. Although both of them tried to murder each other multiple times, she was fun to be around with. Every day he woke up to 'Wake up, son of a bitch'. He was also greeted by the aroma of eggs and bacon, followed with arguing back and forth about stupid things like what color should they paint the place and who should wash the dishes on what day. It was almost like one of those happy families.

''Speaking of unhealthy obsessions,'' Namie placed her phone down on the coffee table. ''How did it go with Shizuo yesterday? Did you ask him out yet?''

She had known about Izaya's crush for a long time now, almost 6 months. It wasn't just a crush, it was borderline obsession. Every night, she'd watch Izaya study Shizuo's schedule and check when he would be free. She also watched Izaya look out his window to see if Shizuo would ever pass by, and when he does, Izaya would run out of the building and go after Shizuo.

Namie actually found this all cute, because she'd never expected to see that Izaya, the most manipulative and diabolical man in the world, fall for someone so dangerous to be around with, Shizuo Heiwajima. When she actually looked at the situation, she realized that the two were actually made for each other.

Hell, she was a yaoi fangirl, what do you expect?

She waited for Izaya's answer, but got nothing. She only saw the ravenette staring at his cell phone screen, possibly reading something.

And then the doorbell rang.

''I'll get it,'' Namie said. Izaya still said nothing. She sighed and headed for the door, expecting the man's two twin sisters.

Oh, but she was wrong.

When Namie opened the door, she didn't see the loud, annoying and boisterous twins, but saw Shizuo, holding a bouquet of flowers and what looked like a box of chocolates. She took a look at Shizuo. He was flushed, he had bags underneath his eyes, and a chocolate tinted his lips.

Shizuo looked at Namie, then inside the apartment, then at Namie again. Namie lived with Izaya? Does that mean they're dating?

''I'm not dating Izaya.'' Namie said, as if she read Shizuo's mind. Shizuo simply nodded.

''Well, these flowers and chocolates are for-''

''Is it from Seiji? For me? His loving and caring older sister? Is it?''

''-Izaya.''

Namie's hyperactive form faded. She shut the door a bit and screamed for Izaya.

''WHAT DO YOU WANT?'' Shizuo heard Izaya yell.

''SHIZUO'S AT THE DOOR, SO GET YOUR MOTHERFUCKING ASS HERE!''

Shizuo smiled. So they're not quite fond of each other? Good. The only one allowed to like Izaya is me. After a few minutes, the door opened again, and Izaya showed up. He took one look at the flowers and the box of chocolates and covered his mouth.

Oh my god, I'm so happy. What do I do?

''Uh, I figured that I should at least be nice to you from now on, so I got you these…uh…..'' Shizuo looked at what he was holding. He was still partly dazed from the massive drinking spree the night before, and he couldn't concentrate on anything other than Izaya.

''Flowers?'' Izaya said.

''Yeah. Flowers. I hope you like them. And the chocolates too. I kind of ate some of them, so sorry about that.'' Shizuo placed the items in Izaya's hands. Izaya was currently in a state of euphoric bliss. No one has ever gave him flowers and chocolate in his life before! Ever! And getting some from the person he loved so much….

''Thank you, Shizu-chan!'' he cheered.

The tall blonde man gave him a sheepish grin and scratched the back of his neck. ''Well, you know…''

Izaya stood on his tippy toes and gave Shizuo a quick kiss on the cheek. ''I really appreciate it. I hope you're still holding on to that promise of yours, and when you get home, take a nice shower and brush your teeth. Your breath reeks of alcohol. And if I'm not mistaken, you hate alcohol. I told you not to do some crazy shit, you idiot.''

Shizuo was still frozen and lifted his hand to his cheek, feeling the moist spot that Izaya left. What just happened?

The ravenette said that he'd catch up with him later and said goodbye. The door shut slowly, and Shizuo finally stepped back and leaned on the wall. Izaya just kissed him. Izaya just kissed him!

Maybe this whole thing really was going to work. Shizuo smiled in victory, lit a cigarette and walked towards the elevator. He had to thank Erika first before he went home.

When the elevator's doors shut, on the other side of the hallway of the apartment, a certain blonde woman with big tits and shocking blue eyes stepped forward.

''Shizuo's mine,'' she said. ''Not yours, piece of shit.''