Growing fears
A/N:- Thank you for the reviews and onto the next chapter. Enjoy.
A cold shower helped him calm himself, blaming Izaya for the fast reactions to a simple touch. He found Mr god complex working away in the kitchen. Shizuo sighed leaning against the door frame. "You know toast or cereal would be fine."
"I felt like cooking, do you want your eggs fried or scrambled?" The blond shrugged. "Scrambled. Do you want any help?" He asked even though he could see everything was under control. "No, go watch tv, Shizu-chan." Grabbing a glass from the cupboard, he took the milk carton from the side, pouring himself a glass. Swallowing his pill, the blond downed the glass, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. It was the one thing he had never forgotten, not because of the flea. But because it kept his cycle under control.
He made his way to the sofa, phone in his hand. He sent two messages. Do you mind if I come over later? He sent the first to Celty. The second he sent to Kasuka, telling him to call when he was free. Once again his gaze dropped to the ring. Shizuo grabbed the remote from the table and started channel hopping, so many channels and nothing on. He paused watching a few commercials, ones about adopting or protecting animals. He watched as tiny cubs rolled around on screen.
Then there were the ones introducing new dairy products, a woman peeling back the lid. His stomach grumbled. "You're watching commercials again?" Cursing inwardly at being caught, he carried on flicking through, stopping at a martial art film that looked like it was halfway through. "I was trying to find something to watch." He heard a laugh from the doorway. "Right, so you didn't know there was some of that new pudding in the fridge?" Licking his lips he went to get up. "Eat your breakfast first."
He waited for Izaya to bring in the plates, taking one of them. His lover placed his down, going back for the cutlery. "You're going to see Celty?" Shizuo nodded. "I asked her first, she seemed tired when I last spoke to her." Finishing his sentence, he started eating.
Once he was finished, he set his knife and fork down, taking the empty plate to the kitchen and washing it clean. Putting it on the rack, he turned to the fridge, seeing if Izaya was telling the truth, or if the flea was teasing him like usual.
His mouth watered as no, his lover hadn't lied, the top shelf was full of baby cheese cakes, chocolate mouses and pudding cups with a small blue oval saying new. Opening the pack, he took one out, closing the door behind the lid away, he rummaged through the drawers finding a spoon, before making his way back to the sofa. Briefly he wondered why Izaya would stock up on them, when he had only brought sugar free chocolate. It dissolved as he tasted the first mouthful.
After what he called his sugar ban, this was heaven. The sweetness made his taste buds tingle, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Shizu-chan. Are you doing that on purpose?" Raising an eyebrow he took the empty spoon from his mouth. "What do you mean?" Mr god complex shook his head, picking up his plate. "Well as fun as it is watching you get turned on by that sugary stuff, I have things to do." Shooting him a confused look, Shizuo shrugged, going back to his pudding. He heard Izaya talk on the phone as his lover vanished upstairs.
His own phone beeped beside him, the screen lighting up. Glancing at the screen he read the message. Sure come over soon, she's asleep. Shizuo smiled, knowing what his friend was talking about. Most of the time he had gone to see her, the room had been filled with wailing.
Throwing the empty plastic, the blond stood by the stairs waiting for his fiancé to come down. After a few minutes he went up, finding the flea standing in the bedroom with his back to him, holding the phone to his ear. "You said you accepted us." He couldn't hear the voice on the other end. "It's already done."
Shizuo knew he shouldn't be eavesdropping on the flea, but he found himself frozen on the spot. "That's why I asked you." He didn't want to listen to any more, turning he made his way back down the stairs. Grabbing a pen and a piece of paper from Izaya's desk, he scribbled a quick note. Gone to see Celty. Be back later, Shizuo. Dropping the pen, he headed out, closing the door behind him. He didn't know what that call was about, no. He had a sure feeling, it was about him.
Once he was out of the building, he took his cigarette packet from pocket, removing the flimsy wrapping. He only really smoked when Mr god complex wasn't around or when he was stressed. Throwing the plastic away in the nearest bin, the blond pulled one from the packet. Sliding it between his lips, he fished into his pocket, pulling out his lighter and lighting up. Breathing deep, Shizuo inhaled the nicotine, for the first time in a week. Putting his free hand in his pocket, he headed to his friend's home.
Once he was outside the door, instead of knocking he text Celty to let her know he had arrived, a few seconds later the door opened and Shizuo found himself in a warm embrace, smiling he rested his head on her shoulder. He was dragged into the apartment, the door closing behind him. He found that Celty could easily read his moods. She pulled him over to the sofa, pushing him to sit down. Do you want a drink? Shizuo shook his head. "No thanks." His friend nodded sitting next to him. Is everything okay? And he found himself realising he didn't know the answer.
Holding up his hand, he showed her the ring. He smiled sheepishly, watching her eyes widen, phone on her lap while she flailed her arms. "Celty, calm down." His friend nodded, picking her phone back up. You're getting married? The blond nodded. To Izaya? Another nod. Congratulations! He found himself in another embrace.
You aren't happy. Shizuo stared blankly at the screen, no he was happy. Otherwise he wouldn't have accepted. He wanted to stay with Izaya. So what was the problem? Ah, now he knew. "I'm happy." He didn't have to look at the screen to know what she had written. Then what's wrong?
"It's everything else. Marriage is connecting two families together." A tap on his shoulder stopped him. You're worried about your parents. Grinning bitterly, he shook his head. "No, they rejected who I was." He watched Celty tilt her head in thought. Then Izaya's parents?
"Yeah, I don't want to be rejected by them too." There he had said it. Shizuo ran a hand through his hair, breathing deep. He really needed a cigarette. I don't think they will, they'll probably thank you for keeping Izaya under control. Both of them stared at the white monitor on the table, static coming through, before turning to a soft whine.
Aiko had woken up, the baby girl's stuttered whine, turned into a loud cry. Almost immediately his friend was gone, he could hear rustling through the speaker as Celty tried to calm her daughter. The cries got louder, until he caught sight of the baby, looking tiny in Celty's arms. Shizuo shifted to the end of the sofa, ignoring the look his friend gave him. The girl was so tiny and fragile looking, he was dangerous, with his strength and temper. He never avoided it though. With a look of determination on her face, Celty lowered the child into his arms.
Shooting a glare at her, he supported the baby's head, holding her as gently as possible. A hand rested on his shoulder, drawing his attention. Relax, you're a natural. Barely moving, he rocked Aiko in his arms.
She had stopped crying, wide eyes looking up at him, he could tell she was going to look like Celty when she was older, the chances of her having a boyfriend would be slim, he had seen how overprotective Shinra was already. "She's adorable." Shizuo looked up, ready to hand her back to her mother. Celty had vanished, letting out a sigh, he relaxed back on the sofa, knowing he couldn't go anywhere. He wasn't going to risk standing, in case he dropped her and his god daughter wasn't doing any harm.
He wasn't alone for long, he heard footsteps behind him, turning his head he could see Celty coming back in, a bottle of milk in her hand. She sat down next to him. Do you want to try? Shizuo stared anxiously at the bottle. You can't do any worse than Shinra. She wasn't going to take no for an answer and he knew it. Releasing another sigh, he took the bottle handed to him. Tip a drop on the back of your hand, to check if its the right temperature. He did as instructed, placing the teat at the baby's mouth, smiling as she began drinking.
Celty had vanished again, but this time to answer the door. He almost wished it was Shinra. He knew straight away who it was, that voice made him weak at the knees. He heard the click of a camera and knew he would need to break the flea's phone. "So cute." Whether Izaya was talking about him or Aiko, he didn't know. He shivered feeling warm breath against his neck, the flea resting on the back on the sofa. He moved his head, letting Izaya run his finger gently down the baby's cheek.
"Hello, Aiko-chan." His breath hitched, looking at Izaya, while his attention was diverted. Crimson eyes softened, a small smile tugging at his fiancé's lips. Shizuo knew with certainty, Izaya wanted children, he wanted a family. As quick as the look was there, it was gone. "Hm, we haven't been told off yet, where's Shinra?" Shizuo shrugged lightly as not to disturb the girl in his arms. "I don't know, he wasn't here when I arrived." The blond glanced up, reading the screen in front of him. He's at his new workplace, I'm not having blood or operations near my baby.
Shizuo knew not to say anything else, it was between, Celty and Shinra. "Shizu-chan, she's finished." He didn't move as Izaya took the empty bottle, moving to the front of the sofa. Slim hands slid on top of his own, taking the crying baby from him. "Do you know what you're doing?" He really hated that smirk. "Of course I do, I used to look after my sisters." Again he had learned something new. He watched as Mr god complex held the baby against his shoulder, gently rubbing her back. He's burping her. Shizuo nodded, reading the message.
"There we go, Aiko-chan. There's a good gi-" Shizuo blinked, as the flea cut himself off, a scowl on his features. "Celty, you can have her back now. His friend nodded, stepping forward and taking her baby from him. He covered his mouth trying not to laugh, seeing the mess Aiko had made on his fiance's jacket. He didn't see the message Celty showed Izaya. His eyes followed his lover's movements as he carefully slipped his arms out, handing it over to her.
"So Aiko-chan doesn't want her present?" Shizuo sighed. "Oi, flea. Don't tease her." Arms wrapped around his neck. "She threw up on me." His lover was silent for a few seconds. "Have you been smoking? Shizu-chan."
"Why are you here?" He pushed him away, he didn't want the flea close, in front of Celty. "So mean, you only left that short note. And I decided to see my little god daughter." It was the first time he noticed the bag behind the sofa. The blond sighed, shaking his head. "You're spoiling her." His comment was ignored, Izaya was already handing the bag over to Celty, showing her the many clothes he had brought. "You can give my jacket back next time. Shizu-chan, are you coming?"
"Yeah." He stood up, giving Aiko a feather like touch on her tiny hand. "See you later, Celty." He smiled as her arm wrapped around him, phone in his face, so only he could see the message. Izaya loves you, stay with him. You make each other happy. "Yeah, thanks."
Feeling better than he did when he arrived, he followed Izaya out of the door. "You smell of smoke." Shizuo shrugged. "Better than smelling of baby sick." They were back to teasing each other, like usual. "You could have waited, I would've given you a lift."
"I needed a walk." He growled at Izaya's hand on his stomach. "Aw, Are you afraid of getting fat?" Shizuo shook his head, taking his cigarette from his pocket, the flea wrinkled his nose in disgust. "What's that?" The blond smirked. "Flea repellent." It was snatched from his grip and thrown in the bin.
It had taken him a long time, but he had finally noticed. Mr god complex hated the smell of smoke. It had started with small hints, a bottle of mouthwash for him on the sink, his cigarettes going missing. The biggest give away though, was when the flea didn't give him kiss swollen lips, or when he didn't get clingy.
"You should give up on those cancer sticks." Shizuo sighed, dropping the lighter back in his pocket. If he pulled out another one he would lose the entire packet. "Here. Don't swallow, silly protozoan." He took the piece of gum offered, taking off the wrapper, letting the strong mint flood his mouth.
Mr god complex's car was parked neatly outside, from the corner of his eye, he saw Izaya hold up the black key fob. Once he heard the car unlock, he opened the door on the passenger side and dropped down into the seat, reaching for his seatbelt. Pulling it across, he pushed it into the slot, hearing a click. The flea closed the door for him, heading around to the driver's seat. Shizuo rested his head against the window, listening as the car started up. "You're worrying about something again." It wasn't a question, Izaya knew him too well.
"What's wrong? Shizu-chan." He shook his head. "Nothing." Reaching over he turned the radio on. "You can't hide anything from me." The blond shook his head. "Okay, flea. There's nothing wrong now." His talk with Celty had helped. "You're not having second thoughts?" Shizuo shook his head. "Didn't think I'd ever see you worried about something." He didn't get an answer, though the flea made a disgruntled sound. "You should have waited." The blond shrugged. "You were on the phone." Silence filled the car.
"Yeah, I was letting my parents know about us." Shizuo said nothing, closing eyes and letting music fill his ears. He opened his eyes, when it was turned off. "Don't ignore me." Letting out a sigh, he turned gazing into crimson eyes. "Good. Ne, Shizu-chan. How do feel about meeting my family?" What? His mouth dropped open, blinking in confusion. "Don't look so shocked. I met yours, it's only fair." His stomach dropped as the car swerved making a sharp turn from the road.
Crimson eyes stared straight through him, as if he could see everything, making him feel vulnerable. "...You. Shizu-chan, not all families are like yours. I said yes, it's next week, straight after work." The car reversed back onto the road. "Honestly, my parents will love you." His brow furrowed, wondering why his fiancé was so sure. He stayed silent, leaning back in his seat. He was wondering a lot of things lately. For a start Mr god complex seemed to be getting softer, more normal. It wasn't just him that had changed.
"Oi,flea. I take it back." His lover arched an eyebrow. "Hm? Take what back?" Shizuo sighed. "What I said about, no sex today." A smile touched his lips as he watched the speed dial speed up. "Hey slow down." He knew he wouldn't be up now or out of their bed until Monday morning.
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