AN: Time for another chapter. There is really no Author's Note this time. Besides there is a chance that I might not be going to Ikkicon... dang Christmas... and my brother's birthday is on the nineteenth of December... I still really, really, really hope I will get to go. My parent's said they'll do the best they can.

So there's that. This I going to be a short chapter. Maybe... probably not. -shrugs-

Enjoy! ^^

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Shizuo stared down at Izaya. "You what?"

Izaya had turned his head to the side and was blushing heavily. "You heard what I said..."

"Heh..." The expression on Shizuo's face didn't change. "You can't seriously be in love with me, flea. Stop playing with me."

Silence filled the room and Shizuo knew that Izaya was not kidding.

"I'm not... I really do love you, Shizu-chan..." Izaya moved his head and looked Shizuo in the eyes.

Shizuo narrowed his eyes again, just barely. Then he released his hold on Izaya. The blond moved back, getting himself off from his previous position hovering over Izaya. This allowed the informant to sit up.

"First off, flea..." Shizuo looked at Izaya. "I'm not going to believe a word you say until you let go of that knife." He reached over and placed his hand on Izaya's switch blade. Izaya showed no resistance, so Shizuo was able to to slowly pull it from his hand.

And the red color vanished. So suddenly, the informants eyes changed..

Shizuo put the switch blade on the bed side table.

Replacing the red eyes were Izaya's maroon ones. In them was a confused look. Izaya looked around at his surroundings.

"H-How did I-" Izaya froze when he saw his knife sitting on the table. Then he saw the cut on Shizuo's cheek. "S-Shizu-chan... I'm sorry... I-I didn't mean to..." Izaya looked down and hugged himself.

Shizuo sighed and slowly moved himself over to Izaya and gently put his arms around him, hugging his smaller body. He felt Izaya rest his forehead on his shoulder.

"Izaya..." Shizuo said softly. "Answer this question for me... do you love me?"

In his arms, Izaya tensed, and he didn't answer.

Shizuo cupped Izaya face in his hands, forcing the informant to look at him. He stared into Izaya's maroon eyes. "You said that Saika made you realized that you were in love with me... is that true? Do you love me?" He stared down at Izaya.

"I..." Izaya began, speaking much more quietly than normal. His voice was barely audible. "I don't know... you've been cut, and you are not like the rest of us who get cut. I have always found you so very interesting to observe... my favorite actually because of how unpredictable you are. No one can ever tell what you're going to do..."

Shizuo kept looking down at Izaya, taking in every word that he was saying. It's true. He had been cut by Saika's children numerous times, so many times that he could not count how much. But still, he had also heard that Saika could make people think they loved someone.

"I don't know if I am actually in love with you, Shizu-chan..." Izaya looked down.

Shizuo let him go. "You don't remember what happened when you were holding your knife, do you?"

Izaya shook his head.

That's right, Shizuo thought, remembering his encounter with about a hundred Saika's months ago. After they're no longer being controlled by Saika they forget everything that happened... like a piece of the puzzle suddenly fell.

"What did I do to you, Shizu-chan?" Izaya asked, looking at the debt collector with a concerned, yet at the same time frightened expression. "Because if I did more than just cut you with my knife, I'm sorry." Izaya hugged himself again and looked down.

Shizuo stayed silent for a while, staring at Izaya. The image of the informant being afraid was something he as sure he would never get used to. Since when was he afraid of something? Hell, since when was he, Izaya Orihara, afraid of anything?

But Shizuo would never know what it would be like to be one of Saika's children. He never thought he would be so happy to be abnormal. This gave him a reason to actually like having his power.

Shizuo sighed again and pinned Izaya's hands above his head, holding the informant under him.

Izaya's eyes widened when he felt lips press strongly against his. They pulled away after only two seconds.

Shizuo looked down at him. "That's what happened. You said that Saika made you realize that you loved me after you kissed me... and then you said, "So please, accept my love." and now here we are. I still think you somehow breaking into my house and tying me to my bed was a bit much though..."

Again, Izaya froze.

Shizuo moved off of him. "I have my own response to that, flea."

Izaya sat up and looked at Shizuo.

The blond pulled out another cigarette. "I may not love you, but I don't hate you."

"But, you just kissed me-"

Shizuo cut Izaya off. "I know what I did, flea." He tsked. "Don't make me regret it." Shizuo lay down, letting his feet hang off the side, and giving Izaya a little bit of room.

Izaya turned his back on Shizuo and laid down on the blond's bed, curling himself up. It was too late for him to walk all the way back to Shinjuku now. Might as well stay at Shizuo's for the night, and since Shizuo had just said he did not hate him, he figured the blond would not mind.

A small smirk crept onto Izaya's face that Shizuo couldn't see.

So oblivious you are, Shizu-chan, Izaya thought. Don't you know that messing with people is how I show my love for them... huh... but then again I love you so much that I don't do that... Still, what ever the case, I'll make you love me, Shizu-chan, with or without the knife. I will get you to love me.

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AN: I'm so tired and it is only 12:21 am. I'm usually not this tired until 1 in the morning. Then again, I have been watching my little brother all day.

This story is different from my other Shizaya ones. It's usually one of them confessing, and the other feeling the same way. Not this time!

Please review! ^^