I always have a picture of what the person would look like, how their body would be moving and small details that make it real. I keep that in mind when I'm writing, trying to make it sound fluid and not forced. Sometimes I think I'm just cluttering everything.

I hate waiting for updates. Even for my own story, is that sad? It's like I'm my own reader, but I'm never satisfied. I hope you enjoy. ~

"I feel like I'm forgetting something..."

Bringing half his face up out of the pillow, he blinked up into the morning light that shone through the curtains on the window above the head of his bed. "Mmmm" he sleepily hummed, not really ready to get up yet, shifting slightly where he lay.

An uncomfortable feeling in his groin made him pause, slowly opening his eyes with reluctance. Izaya pushed himself up a little bit and looked down, forehead resting on his pillow as he went into a half push-up position.

Sighing, he rolled back onto his side, willing it to go away. After a minute of laying there with absolutely no success, he thought about a shower. Getting up with an air of sleepy annoyance, he padded to the bathroom, opening a cabinet when he got there and brought out a towel which he placed on the sink.

Leaning against said sink, he stared at the shower with a scowl. Hating the idea of being cold, he opted instead for a warm shower, turning everything on so he could get this over with. Shedding the briefs he slept in, he watched as the steam began to fog up the glass before stepping in.

Easing himself into the steady stream, he let out a contented sigh as he finally took himself in hand. Turning down the burning heat to a more dull with the other hand, his eyes slipped closed when his hand began to move, back of his head against one of the shower walls while he let his mind go blank.

Izaya's breathing began to pick up the pace after a few minutes, his hand following suit. Something began to nag at him from the back of his mind but he was too close, he could feel the pressure start to build, he was right there, right- Eyes shooting open when he finally recognized what was happening, his mouth gapping in a silent scream, every muscle in his body tightened before melting into the side of the shower.

The sparks that had flew up his spine to the back of his skull began to subside, and he became aware of the sounds of the shower along with his heavy breathing. It was too familiar, this feeling.

Stepping under the stream of water so that the evidence of what just occurred could be thoroughly washed away, his mind was spinning. It was just like before, albeit less intense and had nothing to do with sexual release, but...

Mind sending him what seemed to be a hint, he suddenly recalled when his attack was stopped, the knife dropping from his hands, Shizuo's hand on his wrist. His mind focused on that for a while as he scrubbed at his hair, suds falling from his hands to the floor before disappearing.

It all started with that touch like electricity, sending those sparks all up my arm. It was like just now, only the pressure wasn't in my groin it was in my chest, my lungs, my-

His thought made his mind sputter, ceasing his scrubbing.

Shizuo he-...

No. No use staying on this line of thought if he didn't have proof it wasn't something else. Maybe he was just hungry.

Narrowing his eyes at his own attempt at ignorance, he sighed for the umpteenth time that morning at rinsed off, thoroughly dried off in the steam filled room, and left the towel draped over his head when he padded back towards his bed. Sprawling on top of the sheets in all his naked glory, he lay there for a little while waiting for his heated skin to cool down from the colder air in the room.

Feeling a little more comfortable now, Izaya stood and got dressed. He had a few things to take care of.

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The day started as any other day. If he were anyone else, the monotony would leave them feeling unfulfilled, but for Heiwajima Shizuo it was the only part of his life that he felt was quiet and peaceful. For someone who claims to dislike violence he continues to surround himself in it. When other people were involved something is usually said or done that keeps the human race as a whole an ugly bunch.

Yeah. These times by himself were peaceful and quiet.

He liked it that way. He really did.

He would wake up and sit on the edge of the mattress, running a hand through his bed slept hair. Opening up a window his apartment had he'd rest his forearms on the sill, leaning out and looking up towards the sky with a cigarette dangling between his lips. Not a glance would be spared down to see the few people walking by the street his window overlooks, just as not a glance is spared up to see him. None of them concern him.

Next is a trip to the sink, bending over with the faucet on and staring at the water he had cupped in his hands. Slashing it on his face and rubbing whatever sleep remained, he arched body back up, droplets of water that had clung to the tips of his hair curving in the air.

Yeah. He felt refreshed. Time to face the day.

Got dressed, bowtie in place, glasses tucked in breast pocket, phone resting in right front pants pocket. Time to head out. On the way to the door he grabbed a small packaged loaf of bread he had bought from the bakery he walks by on the way home, unwrapping the top half on the way to meet up with Tom and leaned in for a first bite.

A man rounding the corner from another street bumped into his arm, making it go up towards his face. When he took his bite, the sweet cream filling began to run down the side of his face. Eyebrow twitching slightly he chewed the massive bite he'd accidently taken, using one of his fingers to wipe off the cream that had gone out of the corner of his mouth. When he was done chewing he stuck it in his mouth, licking off the cream.

The sweetness made his eyebrow stop ticking, and closed his eyes in appreciation of the distraction.

A random passerby's hand brushed the back of his, making his fingers twitch but in all he just put it in his pocket and kept walking. Eyes open, he waited with the crowd for the pedestrian walk light to change, taking bites of his breakfast intermittently and thinking of nothing in particular.

That was about the time somebody walked behind him through the crowd, a finger lightly making a line from one side of the back of his neck to the other.

Goosebumps going up his arms along with the chill that ran down his spine caused him to turn his head with a glint in his eye, watching a brunet boy's head bob further away, a phone to one ear. Reaching a hand up to rub away the feeling of the person's touch, a magnificent scowl formed on his face.

It seems like the day wasn't starting off as well as he'd hoped.

But the light changed, and the crowd began to move, forcing him and the new air of his foul mood along with it.

People walking the other way began to walk passed. With the hand not holding the bread he put on his sunglasses, afterwards shoving it back into his pocket. Looking down at his food, he began to lift it back to his mouth-

when someone walking the other way through the crowd bumped into the shoulder not attached to the hand holding his food. Still walking, Shizuo glanced behind him to see the man who just bumped into him hang up his phone and continue on his way.

Right before turning back around someone from the other side full on stroked his wrist.

Coming to a complete stop, Shizuo turned to go after the man who he also saw say a few words before hanging up his phone. Following him, he threw the last bite of his bread into a passing trashcan before reaching out and plucking the small phone from the man's fingers while the other had been sliding it into his pocket.

The small nameless man turned around alarmed, about to say something until he looked up and saw who exactly it was standing behind him. "H-Haha, it's all yours" hands raised up in defeat, the man turned tail and ran.

"Thanks." Shizuo murmured, flipping open the cell and pressing redial, he watched it ring for a moment before immediately being picked up. Watching a second, then another get ticked by on the phones screen, he raised the earpiece up.

"Shi~zu~chan.~ Long time no see, hm?"

"Flea, what the hell are you up to?"

"Aw, can't I just say good morning?"

"No."

"Shizu-chan isn't any fun."

"Cut the crap, louse. All any of this is doing is pissing me off, is that your plan?"

"Mmm no, but I'll consider it a bonus! Just trying to test a theory."

"Yeah? And how'd that go?" he really didn't care at this point, looking around himself he tried to find where Izaya was. 'Long time no see'...huh? He had to be around here somewhere.

"It didn't go anywhere. Hm? Why so interested?"

"I couldn't care less, really."

"Too bad then. Try a little to your left, Shizu-chan."

Gaze darting over, their eyes locked a whole block away from one another.

"See ya later!~"

The Izaya from down the block closed his phone and disappeared around the corner he was standing next to. By the time Shizuo ran over there wasn't any trace of him. Growling in frustration, he punched the nearest hard surface, making a nice dent in a metal bench.

An hour later the blond was gone, off already with Tom, snapping way too easily in the bad mood he was in.

Coming out from his hiding place, Izaya walked back to the corner he had been standing by, watching his precious humans pass him by.

His theory that Shizuo's touch caused what happened to happen hadn't been disproved. He himself had yet to touch him again, but so far the study group seemed promising. Touching him again seemed like it would do nothing but bring him closer to what Shizuo has been trying to do to him for years.

But why is it that the tone, the reactions, and the anger he cased that was once a source of such entertainment from him now make his chest tighten.

Pulling out his phone to check the time, he began to head back home.

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beepbeepbeep!~

Pulling out his own phone, Shizuo flicked open the screen and opened the mail he just received. The guy he had been holding against the wall continued to grovel and start again with his web of lies that one generally pulls out when they're threatened with Shizuo, squirming and pleading with Tom- who was by Shizuo's side- to give him another week.

Eyebrows knotting together in confusion, his eyes scanned the mail again.

"Hm? Who's it from?"

" 'Dunno."

"Huh?" Leaning over to look with slight curiosity, he also scanned the small mail Shizuo had been sent.

"Wrong number?"

" 'Spose so." he said, mentally shrugging it off and absentmindedly tossing the man he held into a bag of garbage that lay nearby. He decided to ignore it and flicked the phone closed.

"Hey, T, don't stay mad at me forever, kay? You know I don't mean the things I say, right?

-P"