"Ah, so he returns from death itself. Even the afterlife, if it were to exist, that is, spit you out. Just so you could torment me another day, perhaps." He chuckled as he watched the blonde sleep, not breaking his staring for quite some time.
He had to admit that he felt relieved at that very moment.
It's so peaceful...
Suddenly, the monster stirred.
Izaya flinched as Shizuo sat up, seemingly without any problems whatsoever, and put his arms up in the air to stretch.
How on earth is he doing that? Izaya then realized that he was extremely close to the bodyguard.
Shizuo didn't seem too surprised to find the informant there as he turned to look at him. He smirked and then looked down at his lap to find Izaya's jacket.
"What's this doing here, flea?" He removed the jacket then gasped as he saw what was underneath. "Dammit...when did I get shot?"
"I don't know that, Shizu-chan. I came across you last night and you looked dead. So I decided to stay around and...make sure you were dead so that I wouldn't have to finish the job myself." He grinned sheepishly, but the act wasn't fooling Shizuo.
He wasn't sure when Izaya had even shown up, but he had overheard some of what Izaya had said only moments ago and last night. Yet, he wasn't too certain because he had felt so dizzy and tired...
So he really had been shot.
He was even surprised himself how he was able to sit up. He didn't even feel the bullets penetrating his flesh.
Shizuo finally spoke after a long moment of silence. "I know that's a lie."
Shizuo looked down at the fur-trimmed jacket again then back to the informant, who was staring at the ground in front of him. It was stained with Shizuo's blood. Izaya's face looked as if it were full of conflicting emotions. Even worse...it seemed pale.
"Why is your jacket on me?"
Izaya didn't move.
"Oi, flea."
No response.
Sighing, Shizuo did the next best thing and yanked Izaya to face towards him.
He hadn't realized how strong of force he had used until...
Izaya landed right on top of him.
The informant looked down at the bodyguard, now broken from his trance, obviously surprised by his actions.
"Wh-what? Shizu-chan what are you-"
Shizuo cut him off, wanting an answer. "Answer the damn question, flea. Why is your jacket here...and why did you reallystay?"
Izaya looked away and smirked.
"You asked two things, not one. You said 'question' and not questions-"
"Shut up! Answer the questions, then!" He wanted to know why the informant had stayed by his side the whole night, and slept beside him in the rain. He knew that Izaya did these things...hell, he could feel the smaller man cuddling up to him as he slept!
...But for what reason?
"Hmm..." Izaya though for a long moment about what he was asked. Shizuo was starting to get even more irritated. Before he could yell again to get an answer, he got a reply.
"My jacket is there because I put it there." He looked up and saw Shizuo's slightly angered yet patient eyes, knowing that he wasn't yet content with the response. "The reason being that I-...we...needed a blanket." He avoided the blonde's stare. "As for the other question...I stayed because I wasn't sure if you were dead and...and I wanted to make sure..." His voice trailed off. His tone of voice betrayed the mask on his worry.
"You were actually concerned if I were dead or not." Shizuo kept his gaze on the brunette, who was avoiding his eyes completely. His silence said it all.
He then noticed that the man on top of him was turning a bit red in the face. Was he...was he blushing? Shizuo supposed that it would be something to be embarrassed about, with the idea that he obviously knew that Izaya had, indeed, slept next to him the night before.
They remained there in silence for the next passing minutes.
Wait...
They had realized their current positions only a few moments ago, yet had done nothing about it. Shizuo could have easily pushed Izaya off, but he hadn't.
Izaya really had no choice at first, considering the firm hand that had been grasping his collar. But since then, that hand had been removed, only to rest softly on Izaya's back.
Izaya, even, had his head resting on Shizuo's chest.
They could both feel themselves drifting off to sleep, as if they were in the most comfortable and peaceful moment of their lives, but reality struck both of them as they remembered that they were, firstly, in an alleyway. Secondly, Shizuo had bullets inside of his body.
Shizuo sat up and sighed quickly, Izaya still attached to him, only changing their positions to the brunette sitting in his lap, his arms now clinging around the blonde's neck for support for the sudden movement. They looked at each other for only a brief moment.
Neither one of them knew what they were doing. But since the recent events that had surfaced, they honestly didn't care anymore.
They found themselves suddenly closer, faces only inches apart, looking into each other's eyes.
The memory of every detail they could absorb from the other's eyes...the color...was the last thing remembered before they closed in, and lips met.
It was a simple kiss, but it was so much more to the two now former-rivals.
Eventually, they parted, only for a breath of air, and then proceeded...this time with much more passion and force.
They literally couldn't get enough of each other.
Izaya wove his fingers into Shizuo's soft hair while the blonde pushed the informant closer to himself while running his hands around the other's back.
They both broke the kiss soon after, panting heavily.
After they both had caught their breath, they searched one another's eyes again, trying to find something to say.
They both opened their mouths, but then it led to one motioning for the other to talk.
Izaya was the first to speak.
"I...I guess with that, I should probably say that I don't really want you to die... So I admit that I was worried." He nodded but tried to hide his face as Shizuo put up a hand to softly stroke the side of his neck.
"See, it wasn't too difficult to admit." Shizuo smiled and kissed Izaya's head gently before the informant suddenly raised his head.
"Alright, time to get those bullets out of you!"
Shizuo tilted his head. "What-how are you going to do that?"
The brunette laughed, but a bit softer in comparison to his usual laughter.
"We'll go to Shinra's, of course!" He grinned. "What, did you think that I was going to attempt such a task?" He slowly made his way out of Shizuo's lap and stood up, holding his hands out to Shizuo to help him up. "I may be an informant, but I've never performed surgery, nor do I even know where to begin!"
Shizuo chuckled.
He gently placed his hands in Izaya's outreached ones as he stood up, then he looked down at his body when he noticed an odd feeling.
"Okay then, let's go... Aww dammit!"
Izaya widened his eyes when he examined Shizuo's current condition.
The bodyguard cursed to himself. "I'm bleeding..."
Izaya rolled his eyes and smirked. "Well yes Shizu-chan, that's quite obvious..." He took hold of Shizuo's shirt with no protest from the blonde and leaned down to look closely at the wound. "You really don't feel that?"
Shizuo shook his head. "No. I don't."
"Hmm..." Izaya let go and took immediate hold of Shizuo's hand, before he started to pull him quickly towards the underground doctor's apartment.
It was still early in the morning, so there wouldn't be any people around to see the bleeding man being led somewhere by his enemy.
Or what they would still think.
They had been rivals until only a few short minutes ago. Their hatred for each other seemed suddenly forgotten...
