This is chapter 4 of my fanfic~ I did plan on making it longer, but I don't have that much free time anymore so...yeah...Blame it on the school

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Durarara!

Shizuos pov

As I continue to walk in the rain in the direction of my house, I noticed people staring at me. Usually I don't really mind them staring because I am used to that kind of treatment, but as my day have been so fucked up so far, I pulled up a tree from the ground and threw it at a building a few feet away, making sure though that it was an abounded house so that no one was coming to harm.

As I expected the people fled, trying to escape with their children in their hands while probably hoping not to have me chasing after them. I don't blame them for being afraid of me. Fuck, even I would be afraid of me. It was better off for those people to run for their lives while they still had the chance, because right now I was pissed. REALLY pissed. I'm so pissed that I even don't know if I can control my anger any further than this. I can't guarantee their safety now, so if they wanted to die really quick, but probably painful, they could just stay put on the street and wait for me to throw a vending machine or two at them.

I screamed as I pulled out another tree to throw, which made the few people that still were left tremble in fear at my appearance. I threw it at the ground, making small cracks in the cement and I quickly got up to get something else that I could relive my stress, my anger and my confusion on.

After what felt like hours of screaming and running around throwing random objects at random targets, I was finally at home. As I went in to my house I quickly locked the door then I proceeded with taking of my drenched, cold clothes before going in to the bathroom. I turned on the water, not caring about waiting for it to get warm; I was already soaking wet and cold.

I stood there for a damn good while, trying to organize and make sense of what I've experience today. Sure, this may not seem as a problem for you, but for me it's damn irritating when I know that I've tried to comfort my one enemy who I've swore to kill with my own bare hands! It doesn't even make any sense!

Finally I stepped out of the shower, letting my back lean against the wall as I watched my reflection in the mirror. The image was a bit blurry and it had begun to slowly disappear by the steam that had come from the shower. I sighed.

'This was not what I had expected my day off to be like… 'I thought, lifting my left arm up to grab a towel that hung on a hook right next to the toilet. But as I lifted my arm I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder and I cursed in realization of the wound that the stupid flea had given me when we both were one the roof, fighting like usual.

I quickly got some bandages from the first-aid kit and then I neatly put it on after I'd sterilized the wound and washed away the blood that still leaked out from it. I'm pretty used to this by now; having to fix myself up every time I've gotten into a fight with Izaya. I was terrible at it in the past though, so I always asked my old classmate, Shinra to help me with it because he knew all about that medical stuff that I seriously don't give a shit about learning. But I don't want to trouble him anymore, so I've learned how to properly use the bandages, the medication and some tools so that I don't have to ask for his help all the time I get into a fight…He has helped me so much through many hard times in my life. I don't want to be another problem to him…Even if he can be irritating sometimes, he's still my friend. But I can assure you that when he begins to talk; there's no end to his blabbering….

Now with the bandages on, I took the towel and dried myself before going out of the bathroom. I then saw my drenched clothes that I had thrown to the floor. I sighed as I took them up, emptying the pockets before putting them in the cleaner.

With the towel still on my hips, I went to my bedroom to get some new clothes. But I didn't really feel like going out anymore. I checked my alarm clock that stood on a nightstand right next to the bed. The red glowing numbers showed; 15:23. It was still too early to sleep…But I wasn't going out so I grabbed some more comfortable clothes to put on instead of the usual uniform. I searched around in my closet and then found a pair of gray jogging pants and a white T-shirt that I quickly put on.

Satisfied with my selections of clothes, I went to my kitchen to have something to drink. I then remembered that I'd completely forget about the shopping that I had to do. I once again cursed for what felt like the millionth time this day and got a packet of strawberry milk that I still had left in the fridge. I opened it and drank some, feeling more at ease now that I had gotten something in my stomach.

''I need a smoke.'' I said searching the room for a bit before finding the little box together with the lighter that I was looking for.

I quickly lighted the cancer stick and put in my mouth. I inhale deeply and I could already feel the effects of it and I blew out the smoke in relief. This and the milk were the only things that right now kept me from going out berserk in the house from confusion and irritation. I wasn't as irritated now though, just extremely confused and slightly choked too.

''Who could have guessed that the flea could have such a weakness…'' I said out loud. '' That's if he was speaking the truth...'' I remembered myself that Izaya is a sly manipulator who likes to teas and get under people's could have easily lied to me, making me hesitate for a minute and then he would've sliced me with one of his knifes. And it's true, I had hesitated! But he hadn't done anything to me, except clinging on to me like some scared little kid….Could it be that, even though I know that it's a small chance, he was telling the truth? I mean, he was practically hugging me while trembling every time a lightning or thunder occurred….

I sighed yet again and begun walking to my bedroom, trashing the cigarette and taking the milk with me while I'm on my way through the living room. I honestly don't care right now what time it is. I'm exhausted over everything that has happen today, so I'm going to get some rest.

With that said I put the milk carton on the nightstand and then I lied down on my bed, moving around a bit until I lay comfortable.

There were so many thoughts in my head right now. So many that made me even more confused while trying to figure them out. One of those big questions was; why had I even tried to calm him down? Why did I hug him? I knew that it was wrong of me by doing that and I know that Izaya is going to use that against me later on…But even though it was wrong of me by doing that, I didn't regret it nor did I feel disgust by it. If I did, I could have easily slammed his head against the wall or something to make him lose unconsciousness, but I didn't…I didn't even struggle as much as I should have done! There's clearly that something is totally off here…

I was still pretty unsure if Izaya had lied to me when he told me about his phobia. But the looks in his eyes showed weakness, fear and truth in them, not what I usually see when I fight him. But why tell me? Me, his most hated enemy? It didn't make any sense at all. But I know that when I saw him looking so scared and human while hugging me, I just felt some sort of compassion for him. It must be hard having a phobia like that.

' I wonder what he does when there is a storm like this. Does he stay at home all day hiding in a corner? Or does he do his job like the stubborn little flea he is? He can't get much sleep either if the thunder is this loud at night.. Did he even get home safely? He was being so fragile in my arms while hugging me so the chances are pretty low. As far as I know, he can be lying dead in an alley or something like that by now…Maybe I should have made sure that he got home safely...'

… ''THE HELL? I act as if I were worried about that damn flea!'' I yelled angrily at myself now finally remember who it was that I was worried about.

''First of all, it's the damn pest that were talking about! I'm sure that he's already at home, playing with his computer or something! Not that I care if he were to be dead…It's his own damn problem…''

And with that said I close my eyes while trying to keep all of the thoughts away so that I could have some rest.

''Stupid flea…Making me feel so uneasy…''

Izayas pov

Thunder and rain echoed in my head as I ran down the street, making my head throb in pain and my body tremble in fear. I'm sure that the people who had recognized me were confused about my embarrassing appearance. But right now I didn't care. I was scared and wanted to go home as fast as possible. But it was hard to keep the speed up as I still could hear the thunder and see the lightning. But I kept running and eventually I got home, forgetting to lock the door as I was too shaken to remember it. I quickly went to my bedroom and fetched a blanket which I then wrapped around myself in and then I lay on my bed, still shaking from the thunder that I could hear from outside the window. My clothes were drenched from the rain, which made me shiver even more but from the cold instead of the thunder.

'Shit, shit, shit, shit. Stop, make it stop!' I thought while placing my hands on my ears to try and keep the noise away. It didn't help much though, but it damped it slightly enough for me to be able to try reaching my remote control for the stereo. When I finally had the remote in my hand I hastily turned on my stereo and increased the volume until I couldn't hear the thunder as clearly anymore. My neighbors are sure to complain about this, but I could always deal with that later on when this storm had passed away.

After lying in the bed curled up as a boll for at least one hour with the volume at max, I had finally begun to calm down and my clothes had already become somewhat dried. I was still slightly shaken though, but I could at least think clearly and breathe normally now. But now when I'd regain my memories, I began to wish that they just disappear again as fast as they had come back.

'Great. Freaking great Izaya! Let your biggest nemesis know your one and only biggest fear! I'm sure that he won't be using it against you in the near future!' I thought sarcastic and begun to scold myself even more after I had started to remember about me clinging on to the blonde while trembling in fear. But then I also had this foggy memory about the blonde and that he had tried to…comfort me. Not killing, not strangle or crushing me. No, but that he had wrapped his one arm around me while pressing me up against his chest, which I think would be meant as a hug. But that couldn't be true now could it? I must be really losing it if I ever would think that he; Shizuo Heiwajima, would try to comfort me. First of all, he hates my guts and wants me dead. Second; he isn't human so he can't ever have those kinds of emotions that a normal human being can have. Like as compassion or sympathy. He can't act like a human when he never can become one!

'So… why do I then have these kinds of memories?'

I thought about that for a while, trying to figure out what Shizu-chan meant when he embraced me in that alley. But I soon got tired and decided to try and get some sleep, hoping that the storm would have passed away when I'd wake up again.