Title: Baby Bump
Rating: M
Pairing: ShizuoxIzaya,
Warnings: MalexMale Relationships, Smut, MPreg, Dark Overtones
Description: Izaya is slipped an experimental drug after angering his secretary. He ends up becoming pregnant after a randevu with Shizuo turned lustful, but the pregnancy is anything but smooth. The side effects of the experimental drug start to kick in and cause Izaya to develop post-partum depression; Leaving Shizuo alone to care for the informant as well as their tiny infant.
The next day at work was very odd. Izaya really couldn't explain it but he felt very happy and chipper, much to his secretary's dismay. He had the whole days work done within an hour. Without anything to do, he started to tidy up his house slash office. That only lasted an hour or so though due to how the informant liked things already clean and neat. With nothing left to the door, the informant laid on the couch and stared at the ceiling.
"What to do, what to do?" He said to himself as he studied the texture of his ceiling. After losing himself in a realm if relaxation, images of the night before started to flood into his head which caused the dark haired man start to laugh. He had no shame that he had sex with his worst enemy, actually he was rather happy about it. He knew Shizuo would regret it deeply which gave him the perfect opportunity to black mail the former bar tender.
"You're so much fun to play with Shizu-chan!" The laughter turned into a small chuckle as he sat up and started to plot on how to make the body guard his 'pet'.
"What the hell is wrong with you today?" Namie finally asked after hours of witnessing her employer's rather energetic and upbeat behaviour. Izaya turned his head and looked at his dark haired secretary placing books on the informant's rather large bookshelf.
"I can't be happy without a reason? Oh Namie~ You break my heart~" The woman rolled her eyes and shoved the last book into the tight opening on the book shelf.
"What, did you get laid or something?" She said half jokingly while reaching up to pull out another book.
"You're such a pervert Namie~ Wanting to know about my sex life." The secretary paid no attention to her employer's taunts and opened the book she grabbed to flip through the pages. Izaya threw himself up into a sitting position and stared down his employee.
"Actually yes, does that make you jealous Namie? Does it make you jealous when I can go out and have sex when your object of affection will never even acknowledge your feelings?" A sly grin crept across his face when Namie stopped her movement as he eyes widened. He loved teasing secretary but the reason she stop wasn't because of the reason he thought. She turned half way and locked her eyes with Izaya's. The informant's eyes narrowed in a sense of victory before jumping off the couch.
"You're so disguisting Namie." He grabbed his coat and slipped it on. "I'm going to see my lovely humans~ Make sure you lock up when you leave~" The dark haired man said after closing the door. Namie didn't even register the sound of the door closing or the words that Izaya had said to her. The only thing that went through her head were the words 'Oh shit.'
Shizuo on the other hand was not as happy as Izaya was that day. His mood went in a cycle of disguist, then anger, then regret. As hard as he tried that day, he couldn't get the image of him in and Izaya having sex in the alley out of his head. He was really ashamed of himself for losing control and giving into the flea's temptations. Shizuo was used to losing control and acting on impulse, but there was no way he was ever going to forgive himself for losing his virginity to someone he harbored a deep hatred for.
It was now late afternoon. The sun had started to set casting an orange glow on Ikebukuro. Shizuo was sitting on a bench, watching people walk past as he waited for Tom to finish up on their last collection of the day. The streets were filled with people coming home from work and students finishing classes. A cigarette was placed between his lips while he watched everyone else go to and fro. He felt a tiny tug on his sleeve and looked over to see a young child pulling on his shirt while wiping their eyes.
"E-Excuse me sir…I c-can't find my m-mommy…" The child got out through their cries. The blonde took out his cigarette and stomped it on the ground as he turned his body towards the little child. He placed his head on the tiny head causing the grieving child to remove their hands and look up at the debt collector.
"Hey now, don't cry. I'm sure she is around here somewhere. Let's look together alright?" He smiled at the little child as he stood up and reached his hand out for the crying toddler to hold. A small hand slipped into Shizuo's and tiny fingers wrapped around that of the blondes.
"T-Thank you…" The child said while wiping their eyes dry.
"Okay well, what does your mommy look like?" He asked while looking around the sea of people. It was a wonder how more children didn't get lost in the mass of people.
"Well…she is tall…and…has long dark hair…" The child thought real hard to describe but was limited. Shizuo figured the child couldn't be older then 3 years old so the lack of description was to be expected.
"Hmm…'kay." He scanned the crowd for the woman that the child described but really, half of the woman in Ikebukuro fit that description.
"Shira!" The child perked up and turned their body in the direction of the female voice. Shizuo also turned and saw a tall woman with dark hair running over to him and the little child. The tiny hand slipped out of Shizuo's grasp as the kid run towards the woman.
"Mommy!" The child yelled as they ran into the woman's arms. The dark haired lady embaraced the tiny body and held their hand.
"What did I say about wondering off?" The mother scolded. "You could have gotten lost!" The child started to cry once again and clung to the woman.
"I'm sorry mommy!" The two embraced one another before the mother stood up straight, holding the child's hand. She looked over at Shizuo and bowed slightly.
"Thank you." She said before turning and walking away with the little one. The blonde watched as mother and child walked before turning around and sitting back on the bench. In truth, Shizuo really loved children. He loved their innocents and care free attitudes. He hoped to have a child of his own some day but by the way his life was heading, that was never going to happen. He let out a deep sigh and dropped his head off the back of the bench and looked up at the sky.
4 weeks have passed since the incident with Shizuo in the alley. Izaya couldn't quite figure out why, but ever since the informant's conversation with Namie about having had sex…she had begun to start to act differently around him. He would occasionally catch her staring at him from out of the corner of his. It was starting to make Izaya feel very uncomfortable, especially when he noticed that her eyes often lingered on his stomach.
Izaya's alarm clock went off but the informant was already awake before the annoying chirping started. It was now the third night in a row that he could not get comfortable due to the pains in his lower back. When the pains first started, Izaya thought nothing of them since it wasn't uncommon that he get aches and pains from the amount of activity and stress he put his body through. But normally those pains would last a day at most, these pains have been occurring for three and getting worse with each passing day. He slammed his hand on the clock to silence the annoying noise. He had a bad head ache as well. The informant laid on the bed for a few more minutes, not wanting to get up and face the day. He knew he had to though. Work was starting to pile up since his activity has slowed due to his new found pains. Izaya slowly sat up and immediately regret it. Nausea hit him like a ton of bricks and he soon found his head in the toilet, puking up stomach acid. He flushed the toilet and laid his head against the cold white tile of the toilet. The feeling soothed him as he laid there exhausted and achey. It wasn't like Izaya to get sick. He took great care of his body so he really ever fell ill. Izaya groaned as the nausea stirred in his stomach.
The informant felt like he was dying.
Never in his life had he ever felt this bad. He was sitting there for over half an hour when Namie arrived for work. She looked around the apartment but couldn't find her employer anywhere. At first, she thought that he must have went out but then noticed that the bathroom door was open. She crept towards the bathroom and saw the sad sight of the normally cocky informant sleeping with he had lying on the white toilet seat. She couldn't help but feel guilty. Even though Izaya deserved what was happening to him, the sight of the truly miserable informant made her feel bad.
The dark haired woman closed the bathroom door softly to ensure she wouldn't wake up the sleeping man. She walked into the informants room and grabbed the phone off of his night stand. The phone flickered to life as she put in the password code to get into his phone. Fingers glided across the device to achieve Izaya's contacts. The list was very long due to the amount of clientele that he had but she finally found the contact she was looking for. Namie pressed the call button and waited for the person on the other line to pick up.
"Hello?"The person on the other line finally answered.
"Is this Shinra Kishitani?" Namie asked.
"Yes. Who is this?" The doctor on the other end asked.
"This is Namie Yagiri. I'm Izaya's assistant. I need you to come over to his apartment as soon as possible."
"Of course, I will be there in a few. Is Izaya sick?" Namie's eyes drifted towards the closed bathroom door and hesitated before answering.
"I guess you could say that."
Ugh x.x I suck at writing pregnancy sickness. Oh well. Isn't the image of Shizuo with a little kid so adorable? ^_^ I love it so much~ Thank you all for your lovely reviews ;_; They make me so happy! :3 I know you are all anxious for the birth of the baby already XD I am too~ So please keep reviewing! :D They make me want to update this story faster ^^
