Title: Looking after a Flea
Pairing: Shizuo/Izaya
Rating: T
Genre: General/Romance
Disclaimer: I do not own durarara! Or any of its characters
Summary: Izaya doesn't get sick….except he suddenly does. Shizuo didn't want to take care of him, but when he looks that helpless even he couldn't resist the stupid flea. He's only making Izaya owe him a favor, of course.
Warning: Some OOC and grammar mistakes, cliché plots and fluff.
A/N: Hi everyone, it's been a while…Sorry for the delay in fic updates…I've been so busy with trying to get a job I've sort of neglected my imagination. Anyway, here is the next update for this fic. Sorry if it seems rushed, I could make it longer but I have feeling it would be boring and all…there is just one more part after this one~ and maybe just maybe…if you guys would want it…a sequel.
Thank you reading and reviewing this fic~ I hope I didn't disappoint too much ^^
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Clear-skyz, I thought so too! Or just really really delirious XD
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Izaya Orihara never falls sick.
Never.
At least, that's what Shinra said.
'Yeah right' Shizuo tch-ed, glaring down at the creature currently on his bed (granted it was actually big enough for two people, but like hell he'd get on it with the person occupying the space supposedly for him), looking almost unbelievably innocent as he slept. He berated himself for actually entertaining that thought, because Izaya Orihara was no way innocent, just because he looked damn pure not so long ago and now doesn't mean it was actually real; if anything, the blond was damn sure it was only the fever making the usually cunning informant look so…so chaste.
He shook his head as he flashbacked on what happened just a few hours before. Damn flea called him 'my hero' so suddenly he almost dropped him out of shock, he thought the bastard was messing with him yet again, but Izaya lost consciousness right after that Shizuo almost feared the raven haired was actually dying because of his flu. He was even actually worried by the time he reached his small apartment.
Damn flea, are you seriously going to be done in by a fever?
He grumbled, reaching to peel off the cloth he placed over Izaya's forehead and replacing it with the cold spare one he prepared earlier. Kasuka used to have fevers a lot when he was a kid, so Shizuo already knew how to take care of someone who has them, though not in his wildest dreams did he ever thought he would be doing something like this for Izaya. If someone told him yesterday he would be spending the night nursing his worst enemy back to health he would have thought them mad, or throw them out of the city…or throw them out of the city thinking they were mad.
Yet here he really was taking care of a very sick Izaya Orihara.
Then again, Shizuo supposed, it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be, at least the flea was so damn out of it the blond didn't have to deal with him being the bastard he was and pissing him off for now. Even if he would rather die than say it out loud, he was at least being a better patient than Kasuka when he was young, who had always wanted to get out of the bed for various reasons. Izaya was being surprisingly cooperative, even when Shizuo had woken him up an hour ago to check his temperature again (still at 41.5'C) he didn't say anything, but instantly fell back asleep after he told him the reading. It annoyed him at first but quickly scoffed it off…a quiet Izaya is a bit better than the loud obnoxious one he had to deal with on an almost daily basis.
Besides, Shizuo was coming fast to realize, Izaya really looked different when he was not being his devil incarnate self. He looked tame, pleasant, almost amiable…the way he cuddled up to the blankets the ex-bartender laid out for him made him look so…cute he almost forgot this was the same man who single handedly propelled the color gangs into war against themselves and wanted to create a war for his own reasons. He was certainly no damn angel…
Even he did look like one when he's asleep.
Shizuo shook his head…Damn, I just really thought of that didn't I?
Crap.
-thisisatimeskip-
Shizuo wasn't sure when exactly he fell asleep, in fact he was rather surprised he managed it while in the presence of an enemy, but the sound of someone retching woke him up. It took him a second to look at the suddenly empty bed, then to the sound coming from his bathroom to figure out what was happening. Then he was jumping off the chair and hurrying to the informant's side.
Perched over his toilet bowl puking his guts out was Izaya Orihara.
Shizuo was beside the man in an instant, rubbing soothing circles on his back as Izaya hurled up everything he ate the previous day. He didn't even flinch when the debt collector placed a hand on his shoulder. After a few more minutes of heaving did his body seem to relax even just a little, almost slumping unto the seat if it wasn't for the blond catching him just in time. "Take it easy Flea"
Only then did Izaya actually show some sign that he was at least a bit awake "S-Shi..zu-chan?" he whispered, voice weak and raspy.
"Yeah" the man answered, reaching over to flush the toilet clean as he helped the raven haired man pick himself up from the bathroom floor. Izaya looked so pathetic that all thoughts of how he could just be faking this whole thing has gone down the drain with Izaya's previous dinner. "How're you feeling?" he found himself asking.
"Like…Hell" Izaya answered quietly, finally having the courage to focus his gaze at his caretaker. "I…probably look it too" he tried to laugh, but the sound came out of his mouth was more like a breathy whine. Shizuo didn't say anything to that and the shorter male took it as him agreeing with his statement. Despite the pounding in his head he looked around "Shizu-chan's…place huh?"
"You have a problem with my place, damn flea?!" Shizuo frowned, expecting him to act all rude again but Izaya simply shook his head.
"Why…?" he seemed to be having trouble stringing a proper sentence together too.
"Shinra said not to risk getting you there because of the color gangs. I didn't have a choice to bring you over to my place" It felt weird having to explain things to the flea, even if it was annoying and usually uncalled for, it was usually the other way around.
"Oh" was all that he said, Shizuo figured he must be having a headache and a hard time to think. "But…why?"
"What do you mean why?"
The informant's eyes were glazed and it was clear he wasn't thinking straight. "Why you…care for me Shizu-chan?...You hate me…" he squinted, looking confused.
As if I haven't asked myself that question. "Only because Shinra asked me to" he replied, technically that was really the truth, the flea didn't need to know the underground doctor only asked to look and keep him overnight, and not actually taking care of him (which was what he had been doing)
"Okay" Maybe he was just imagining it, but he thought he heard a hint of sadness in his voice. He quickly disregarded that thought, why would Izaya feel sad about something like that? "…Sorry…Shizu-chan…"
He was actually rendered speechless for a few seconds "For…giving you…trouble…" pouting, he looked up at Shizuo with those clouded ruby eyes.
What the hell flea?! Don't look so damn cute so suddenly! Shizuo just stared at him, almost now sure Izaya was actually really dying. Or well, it sort of felt that way with the way he was acting. I doubt you'd say something like that when you're back to normal though, he shook his head "Come on, you need to get back to bed"
Izaya huffed a little but didn't protest, letting Shizuo guide him back to his room. If anyone who knew their actual relationship saw what they were doing right now they'd probably be confused as hell. Celty would probably declare aliens have taken over the world if she manages a glimpse of this scene. But while in a normal situation, Shizuo wouldn't hesitate to throw Izaya to a wall for invading his personal space, there was just something about him right now (being so weak and defenseless) that made him want to protect the shorter male. He knew it was crazy but he couldn't explain it either. He decided to just ponder on that later and focus on his sick charge for the time being.
Soon enough when Izaya was again comfortable in the comforts of his bed, the informant giggled softly. Not his usual sneer but a genuine chuckle he never really heard from him before. "Shizu-chan…makes…a good nurse…" he said with an honest smile unlike his own.
At least he's starting to make stupid comments again… that's a good sign, Shizuo thought. "Go back to sleep flea" he muttered, tucking him in like a child. "Shinra would be here soon"
"I like Shizu-chan more though…"it was soft, almost like a whisper to himself but Shizuo still heard it. He stared at Izaya but the man was again halfway to falling asleep. When the informant's breathing evened out again he relaxed onto the makeshift couch-bed he pulled up next to the bed.
Get better son…Izaya.
He fell asleep watching over his sworn enemy…
…
But when Shizuo opened his eyes again…he was gone.
Izaya already left.
"What on earth?!" he growled, but frankly, he was more worried than angry. He wasn't well enough to be going out just yet damn it! "Stupid flea…." He moved to set out and find the informant, but stopped as he realized it wasn't his responsibility anymore. It was Izaya who voluntarily left right? Maybe he came back to his senses and realized he was smack in the middle of his sworn enemy's den? But if that was the case shouldn't he have taken advantage of it and tried to kill him? What did having a fever make him develop a conscience of sorts?
It didn't make sense.
But then again, him being worried and taking care of the flea while he was sick didn't make much sense either.
…
"Shizu-chan~"
Shizuo almost jumped, thinking Izaya was back, but the wave of disappointment upon knowing that it was only from his phone was something he wasn't ever going to admit. He turned to the device. Izaya's voice seemed a lot better than it was last night, at least he sounded like he was back to reality again. "Flea~"
The man chuckled, back to his usual teasing tone but more gentler... Shizuo could tell "You sound angry Shizu-chan…did you get mad coz I left without saying goodbye?"
"As if" he denied, far too quickly to be a reliable tone. "Good riddance"
"Mean Shizu-chan…you may be a good nurse but you're still such a meanie"
"Tch" it felt good though, hearing Izaya's voice like that again. He grinned despite himself.
Izaya was quiet for a while after that, he was still coughing just a bit and Shizuo almost asked him if he was alright. He didn't though. "Is Shinra there?" he said instead
"Aw, are you jealous Shizu-chan?" Shizuo's eyebrow twitched at that, it was one thing when Shinra says that…and another when it was this damn flea "Don't be! You know how a hopeless case he is for Celty-"
"Shut up flea! And why the hell would you think I'm jealous?!" I'm not! Definitely not! "Obviously you're still sick in the head…or wait, you've always been sick up there!"
"So sweet, Shizu-chan's complimenting me!"
"Izayaaaaa…." He growled, but he wasn't really THAT angry…annoyed yes, but not enough to actually break something.
"Anyway…uhm…thanks" the blond debt collector froze, not sure he quiet heard that properly "What?!" Izaya's voice grew steadily smaller, like he was hell embarrassed "Shizu-chan's…my hero…after all…" then with that the call disconnected.
What on earth?
He gaped at his phone like it was possessed, then suddenly finding the whole thing amusing Shizuo started to laugh. He laughed and laughed until he was fairly sure of some things. When he was finally able to stop, he grinned widely, picking up his shades from the nightstand as he moved to go outside.
"Damn flea, who thought you could be this adorable?"
-tbc-