I DO NOT OWN DURARARA! OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS
*headdesk* I feel so bad for the last chapter being so short. I'll try to make it up to you guys. It's just I wanted to cut off at the point I did because I wanted to do this chapter more from Izaya's side of things. ...Though honestly, in retrospect, that's a stupid reason XD.
ALSO, changed the rating to M just in case of what I'm considering for later chapters. (not hardcore naughty things, just possible violence)
Anyways, I hope you enjoy and that this one is long enough ^^;
His senses having finally meshed together after several minutes of flickering in and out, Izaya allowed himself to let out a discontented groan. The information broker slowly gathered his thoughts and wits about him as much as he could, his mind clouded by something. Drugs, he surmised as Shinra's face came into his vision.
"Izaya? Can you hear me?" the doctor asked him worriedly.
He smirked wryly and attempted to sit up. "I was shot in the side and leg, Shinra- not given a concussion."
Frantically, Shinra began to wave his hands, "Izaya! You need to lie down and rest! Please listen for onc-"
"You sure are acting like you got a concussion, flea. Lie down and rest like Shinra said," a rough voice spoke, accompanied by a warm, strong hand pushing Izaya back down.
"-Shizuo! Be careful! Please!-" Celty typed.
"I was being careful," Shizuo stated dismissively.
As the Dullahan lightly scolded the blond, Izaya avoided Shinra's gaze as he felt his own face heat up. He remembered how he had arrived and was swarmed with embarrassment. It wasn't that he liked the protozoan- at least in that way -it was just he had been seen vulnerable by the person he tried to hide that side from the most.
The information broker squirmed slightly under the doctor's gaze and wished he had something to hide behind, such as a blanket.
Izaya heard a quiet chuckle and glanced over at Shinra. The doctor was smiling, his eyes saying: I can tell what you're feeling.
He scowled with a huffed sigh and attempted to draw attention away from the unspoken topic. "So, how long do I have to play patient, Shinra?"
"Well, you obviously won't heal as fast as Shizuo. I'm guessing you will be able to move safely in two weeks, at earliest. Until then you're going to have to take it easy. Also, I have a blood transfusion that should be here soon."
"Ah...so does that mean I'm going to have to vegetate somewhere for two weeks?"
"Yes, actually. And well..." the doctor trailed off.
"Well?" Izaya questioned, his eyebrows raised.
Then Shinra turned his attention to the ex-bartender in the room, "Shizuo, will you possibly put up with Izaya for at least two weeks? It's busy season and I don't want to leave Izaya alone here..."
Izaya widened his eyes. He felt like jumping to his feet and running out at that very moment. Knowing he'd fall on his face because of his wounded leg, however, the information broker proceeded to discreetly chew on his lip.
The mere thought of being wounded and alone in an enclosed area with Shizuo made him rather anxious. He'd be trapped both by walls and his own physical condition.
He frowned and adjusted himself enough to see Shizuo's reaction.
"...You expect me to watch over this flea when I already saved his good-for-nothing ass?" Shizuo growled.
"Uh, well-" Shinra uneasily attempted to say.
"You expect me to give him food, mind his injuries, and give him a place to sleep during my week off work?"
"Not the injur-"
"You also expect me to trust him alone at my home when I have to work?"
At this point, Shizuo's volume had climbed quite high as Celty attempted to calm the blond and prevent him from maiming the doctor who had suggested the blasphemous plan. Izaya smirked triumphantly.
Times such as this, he found Shizuo's temper to prove useful.
Or perhaps not so useful, Izaya mused on the fourth day after he had been shot.
Already in a foul mood from failing miserably with crutches earlier that morning, the information broker sourly transitioned from the seat of Celty's idling motorcycle to the sidewalk. He precariously balanced on a pair of accursed crutches. How he couldn't wait until he could stand on his own feet just fine.
Shizuo, who had been waiting on the sidewalk while Celty drove Izaya to the blond's apartment, snuffed out a cigarette underfoot.
As the ex-bartender retrieved the information broker's suitcase from the Dullahan, the smaller man swore he heard the other mutter, "Shouldn't have taken Shinra up on that bribe..."
"-Izaya.-" Celty typed, her PDA's voice calling after the addressed.
"Hm?" the black haired man looked over his shoulder at the headless woman.
"-Don't provoke Shizuo too much.-"
Grinning, he responded, "You think so little of me~."
"-You give me little to make me think well about you.-"
As Celty drove off, Izaya turned his attention to the ex-bartender who was already entering the apartment complex.
After much frustration and nearly tripping all the way, Izaya had caught up to Shizuo who was fitting his key into the doorknob.
The blond then turned to glare at the black haired man. "Pull anything while you're here and I might just finish what I started the other night, flea."
Izaya smirked. He stil didn't understand why the taller man had spared him, but it didn't matter at the moment. After all, he couldn't pass up a chance to tease the bodyguard. "Oh, Shizu-chan~. That sounds so naughty~."
Crack.
"Oh! I think you're going to need to replace that~. Really, Shizu-chan, control your streng-"
The smaller man was interrupted by a loud roar from Shizuo. He heard the hinges creak as the monstrous man ripped off the already wounded door with seeming ease.
Forgetting his current handicap, Izaya instinctively tensed up in order to- in theory -spring out of Shizuo's and Shizuo's door's way.
This is not to say that the information broker didn't manage to avoid being rammed by a door. No, in fact, he was able to stumble on his crutches for the umpteenth time that day, and face-plant right out of the path of destruction.
Hissing in pain, Izaya wanted nothing more than to take more of the painkillers Shinra had prescribed.
"Damn..." he muttered, half out of acknowledging he wasn't supposed to take more pills for at least two more hours, and also half out of realizing he had shown vulnerability around Shizuo yet again.
I'm hoping this is enough to satisfy you guys. My midterms are creeping up on me so either I'll post more after them or I'll post some more soon because writing relaxes me X3
Reviews please? I was really happy to get feedback from you guys~ ^^
