-Needle through my heart-
a Shizaya fanfic
It had been two weeks since the "incident" with the informant and Shizuo was getting nervous.
He hadn't seen the flea a single time nor had he heard someone had spotted him around.
This was starting to get weird.
After an hour of thinking and making up ideas just to throw them out of the window again, he decided to pay his enemy a visit.
Well, he'd have to find out where he lives first. But Shinra would know.
Heading over to the underground lab, he used the time to think about it all again.
First, why hadn't he seen the flea around?
Second, why did he act so strange the day he beat him up?
Third, why the fuck did it even bother him?!
The blonde knocked as gently as he possibly could and as the door opened with a creak, Shizuo found himself facing Shinra, the doctor who would hopefully explain this all to him.
He sat down on a couch and after he had convinced Shinra that he was alright, neither sick nor hurt and he could not perform any kind of surgeries on him, he began talking.
"So, I haven't met the Iza... I mean, the flea for something like two weeks and also he acted strange... Do you know something, Shinra?"
"I have no idea where he currently is. He just came at the lab to get the bruised ribs fixed... but I could give you his address, if that is what you wanted."
Shizuo, kind of amazed that the doctor had managed to read his mind, thankfully accepted the little card with the address written on it.
It was about ten minutes away from the lab, easy to reach by foot.
Shizuo made up the conversation in his mind – probably Izaya would just tell him that he was fine, he couldn't wait to be chased around the next time, that he'd been busy and top everything with teasing Shizuo about being worried about his enemy.
That is, if he was at his house.
The blonde wished him to. Desperately. Wait, what? Since when had he been so … possessive over the raven-haired?
God, they were supposed to hate and chase each other around Ikebukuro.
Deep in thought, Shizuo almost walked past the building. Ringing at the doorbell that read "Orihara", he swallowed and waited for the door handle to buzz so he could step in.
It never happened.
The blonde decided to break – very carefully to not make any noises – the door lock so he could just step in.
The corridor smelled like a typical house corridor.
According to the mailboxes, the flea's apartment was the highest.
He practically ran up the stairs, somewhat desperate to see his enemy.
Arriving at the final door, he just knocked it down, too.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped into Izaya's apartment.
-Izaya-
The raven-haired cracked his eyes open when he heard a crushing noise.
Lazily, he rolled down the couch, his eyes spotting a bartender's uniform and blonde hair.
Shit.
Just play it off cool... nothing's happened. Absolutely nothing. You had lots of work and were tired.
But he wasn't sure if Shizuo would buy his lies... Anyway. He couldn't say he was on drugs, right?
"Hey, Shizu-chan...", his eyes traced over his room, "You broke my door."
"Obviously, flea. For a reason."
"Hmm~ what would that reason be?" His tone sounded already cocky and playful. Perfect. He was getting back into his usual personality.
"I wanted to see if you're dead yet. You didn't show up for two damn weeks!"
Oh, so he noticed.
"Yeah, I've been busy. You know, Shizu-chan, I have a job. A job requires time."
"I know that, you fucking flea. But you've never been gone for so long."
The raven-haired didn't quite know how to respond. Shizuo was right, he had always found the time for a little chase involving him, his enemy, yelling and eventual vending machines.
"I just had a large job to do." Ugh. He wouldn't buy that for sure...
"Hmph... if you say so... but still, I have another thing to ask you. When you attacked me" - Izaya saw the blonde twitch slightly - "You were kind of... shivering... it's probably nothing, but are you alright?"
Heh, I wouldn't have thought his senses are actually that sharp. Think of an excuse.
"I was a little sick that day. It seems like I've gotten a minor cold somewhere."
His enemy looked to the ground, he seemed to buy that lie. Thank God, he wouldn't need to explain more.
Just as this relieving thought crossed his mind, Izaya felt his body shaking and shivering, his vision blurred and he reached for the table to keep himself from falling.
The ex-bartender in the door raised an eyebrow at the sight of his enemy almost collapsing.
"You sure you're alright?"
"Hah... yeah... I just have to … go to the toilet."
Congratulations. That was the most obvious lie in years.
But he didn't have quite the time to think about that as he spun around, shaking and struggling to keep his body from crashing against something.
He made it just in time to the bathroom before he let himself fall to the ground and his stomach emptied in the toilet bowl.
"Oi! Flea!" Of course, Shizuo had followed him. He stopped in the door frame to stare with wide eyes at the pathetic sight in front of him.
Izaya barely noticed as his enemy rolled up his sleeves, sat next to him and rubbed circles on his back. When the informant stopped vomiting his guts out, he filled up a glass of water and tried to give it to the other, but the flea's hands were too shaking and weak.
Shizuo ended up pouring the water in his enemy's mouth, watching him spit out the liquid together with the leftovers of the vomit in his mouth and then carefully washing his face and hands with a wet towel.
As he could speak again, Izaya turned his head at the blonde who saw weak eyes, messy hair and reddish skin. He looked horrible.
"Flea, what was that just now?! I thought you were alright!" His voice was loud and sharp, but Izaya's spinning mind could hear slight worry behind the incredible volume.
"I... don't know... must have eaten something wrong or so..."
"Excuse me, but I don't quite believe you. Tell me, what is wrong with you?"
-Shizuo-
Instead of answering, Izaya crawled weakly towards the blonde. But that was too much for his body and he almost collapsed on the floor, only caught by strong hands that prevented his head from crashing to the tiles.
Izaya wasn't quite conscious anymore as Shizuo picked him up and carefully placed the informant on the couch in the living room, putting a bucket next to him just in case the raven-haired would feel the need to repeat his actions.
His white bartender shirt was smelling sour and his jacket was stained with water and vomit. With a disgusted frown, he took off said clothes and let himself fall on the couch next to his enemy.
That is, if the weak raven-haired was still his enemy.
He would've preferred if he wasn't.
Just what was going on here?
He had never seen the flea so weak... As he had seen him in the bathroom, he'd felt the sudden need to help the informant.
To be there for him. To comfort him. To... Okay, stop right there.
As his gaze fell to his dirty clothes on the ground, he noticed that the flea's shirt was also partly covered in vomit. He tried to wash it off, but realized he would have to get rid of the flea's shirt, too.
He pulled the black shirt carefully over the informant's head, aware that a false movement could wake him.
After he had successfully "undressed" - he felt his ears grow hot as his mind suggested this phrase – the raven-haired, he put a blanket over him.
But despite the warm cloth covering the fragile body, he felt the flea growing colder and colder. He wasn't shivering, he was just getting cold.
Although Shizuo was very worried about the flea, he decided that is was probably just some kind of after-effect of the vomiting. Maybe the flea was really sick.
Shizuo was tired, too, so he just took the other part of the couch, snuggled himself up in a blanket and watched the flea as he fell asleep slowly.
-time skip, still Shizuo-
Two hours or so passed since the two fell asleep. Shizuo slowly opened his eyes to see the flea still sleeping peacefully.
The raven-haired had warmed up a bit, he took that as a positive sign.
He seemed to be okay.
Shizuo felt a wave of relief rush through him.
He carefully got up, but not carefully enough. The flea woke up from the creaking sound of the leather couch and cracked his eyes open.
-Izaya-
Shit.
The first thing he noticed was the cracking sound of his couch. He opened his eyes and saw Shizuo, looking at him.
Countless thoughts attacked his brain.
Had he noticed anything?
Had he called anybody? Shinra?
Did he collapse? How had he gotten here?
Where was his shirt? Why was the blonde shirtless?
Oh my god, what have I done?
Shizuo, who seemed to notice his little panic attack, grinned at him, but it wasn't a real grin. It was a grin to cover a very worried expression.
"Don't worry. You're alright."
That's a relief.
His mouth was dry and tasted like shit. Right, he had puked. In front of Shizuo. Just to be calmed down by Shizuo. To be comforted by Shizuo. What a nice day.
"Shi-Shizu-chan?"
"Hmm?"
"Could you get me some water...? My mouth tastes like... well."
"Sure, where do you keep your glasses?"
Izaya pointed weakly to the cupboard above the sink.
He watched as Shizuo opened it, he watched as Shizuo froze in front of said cupboard.
Wait. There's something wrong.
Shizuo reached into the cupboard. But instead of the glass he wanted to take out, he held a set of wrapped needles, syringes and a small bottle of...
Oh, FUCK.
Shizuo slowly turned his head, a horrified expression on his face.
"Flea! What the hell is this?!"
Izaya whimpered at the loud voice.
The next question wasn't as loud as the first, but still full of anger and worry.
"Izaya." - the informant cringed when he heard his real name coming from the blonde's mouth - "What the heck is this. Answer me. Now!"
The raven-haired didn't answer. Instead, he started to cry in a pillow.
"O-oi... flea... sorry..." Shizuo's voice vanished as the informant broke down under desperate sobs and eventual cries, tears streaming down his face.
He didn't want to cry, not in front of Shizuo. He had to look so horrible... yet, he couldn't stop the salty evidence of his suffering from flowing out of his eyes.
The blonde went down on his knees in front of the sobbing man on the couch and slowly spoke.
"Hey... it's gonna be alright... sorry for yelling at you..." But Izaya didn't listen.
Nothing was alright. His life was completely fucked up and his only distraction had just found out.
At that thought, his mind let out a sad little whimper that made him shake.
He has found out. He'll kill me right here, when I'm weak and-
His eyes widened as he felt strong arms hesitantly wrap around his shaking form, just to spill salty tears seconds later.
Did Shizuo try to comfort him? No, that couldn't be.
But as the blonde's hands rubbed circles on his back and caressed his hair, held his waist and wrapped around his shoulders, were everywhere at once, surrounding him with a wonderful warm sensation he hadn't felt in years, he made a decision.
He decided that this was okay. He needed this right now.
His weak arms clinging to Shizuo's strong shoulders, he pulled his shivering body up a little, feeling the heat radiating from the blonde's arms over his back, at his neck, everywhere.
He nuzzled in the crook of his enemy's neck, blushing a little when he realized that they both were still shirtless.
But he didn't care. All that mattered right now was this bear hug he was pulled into.
Shizuo's warm body against his. The arms that prevented him from falling into a dark mess.
No words were needed, just this support from a person he thought he hated.
The needles were long forgotten as Izaya cried himself to sleep in his enemy's arms.
Thank you for reading again! Fluffy shirtless scenes are fluffy 8D
Reviews are welcomed, the next chapter will be uploaded in the next few days.