A/N: Sorry! I was swamped with school work and couldn't find the motivation! Please forgive me. And for all who are following or favoriting this story, I love you so much that I'm mentally dancing since I can't actually dance!
P.S. I will continue this story for as long as I can but like most part-time authors it's not currently my only priority.
Shizuko's POV
Arghh! Why the freak does the flea look so cute when he's cuddling up to me?! What's more, HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE HE LIVED RIGHT NEXT TO ME?! I close my eyes. Liking him is really stressful. Whoa! Like? Did I just think like? Maybe I should get my head checked while we're at Shinra's.
Speaking of Shinra's place, we're there now. The elevator dinged and the doors opened. I was still carrying Izaya bridle style, and if it was possible, he seemed to cuddle closer, as if savoring my warmth or something. The guy had no shame, but I suppose it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't thrown him. Which finally brings me around to the reason we were at Shinra's place to begin with.
I knocked on the door patiently at first. But when no one answered I started playing it dramatic. "Shinra! Help me, he's dying!" Izaya smirked at me and barely held back a laugh. "Please!" I made some crying noises and Izaya pitched in by making choking noises, or it might have been him trying to keep in the laugh that was bubbling out. I didn't personally care. It was just fun.
The door opened to Celty and her PDA saying 'What happened?' If Celty had a head, I imagine she would have a really freaked out expression, which made me feel kind of guilty, but I was here for Shinra.
"… I maaay havebrokenhisribs," I said, stretching out the may and then rushing the rest.
"Who's ribs?" I heard Shinra ask.
"Why don't you come see you lazy butt!" I was still slightly mad at him for not answering the door but instead making Celty do it. He walked in ten seconds later and I had the urge to scream at him. Lazy, good-for-nothing butt.
At least he was good at his job, because next he made me lay Izaya down on his couch. He poked and prodded Izaya in the stomach and Izaya made some pained noises. They didn't sit well with my stomach so I sat down, not wanting to think that I had caused the flea's pain. But he had been the one annoying me first, technically. "How is he?" I asked carefully, not wanting anyone in the room to think that I'd been worried.
"One rib broken and three fractured. So he shouldn't be staying alone in case he gets into fights with thugs or gangs, and I know he will," Shinra said all that looking pointedly at me.
"Soooo, I'm gonna go now," I said, trying to get out of what I knew was coming.
"And it would only be fitting that he stay with you!" he continued on cheerfully, ignoring what I had said.
"You serious?!" Of course I knew he was, but I had to ask anyway. There was always the small chance he was joking. Not this time, apparently.
An hour later flea was in my arms again and I was walking in the direction of my house. We had both eaten at Shinra's, so that was one thing over with, at least. But the said he needed a shower, and don't know how I ever thought that that I could avoid that moment. He couldn't take his clothes on or off because of his ribs and that meant it was my job! I mentally cried at the thought, and then I almost walked past my own apartment. Life is so hard!
Once Izaya took in the sight of my messy apartment, he asked where the bathroom was. I tried to prepare myself. "Right here," I said, putting him down in front of the door.
"Time for a shower!" Even he didn't sound as childish as usual when he said that. Poor me, poor Izaya, poor us!
"Right," I said, stalling for courage. I gently eased his shirt off and was surprised at how white his skin was. Smooth, too, but I tried not to think about it too much. Next came jeans, and that's where it started getting awkward. His legs were thin and white too, and his dark blue boxers contrasted deeply. I closed my eyes for the last article of clothing, his shoes and socks already having been taken off by me, and nearly ripped down the boxers. He was in the bathroom with the door closed almost a second later, and I shuddered at the thought of having to put his clothes on him.
My face was flushed and my breathing heavy, like I had run a marathon, and I had, mentally at least. The shower turned on nearly a minute later and I tried to calm myself, knowing my efforts would be wasted when I had to dress him after his shower.
Shizuko: My life is over!
Izaya: I'm the one that had to go through it! *blushes*
Shizuo: Suckers! *sticks out tongue*
Shizuko: Stay out of this twin!
Shizuo: I'm the older one so you can't tell me what to do!
Me: Why is life so difficult? Please review and calm these three!
