The fourth post of the drabbles. Enjoy!

Also, as we are having midterm tests next week, I'll only be posting once. Sorry for the inconvenience, but I'll resume my weekly two-post goal as soon as I can. ^^

Karisawa-san

16. A continuation of the drabble before.

After Izaya hangs up the phone, he simply stops running, turning around and leisurely facing his opponents. When his chasers see this, they become more alert, not daring to come closer lest something bad happens to them. Instead, they order a sniper to break in to a house nearby, readying their surprise attack. Izaya, intelligent as he is, obviously notices the black gun barrel staring at him. He simply keeps on smiling at the excited humans around him, causing them to become tenser and tenser. Feeling a bead of cold sweat slide across his brow, the leader immediately orders the sniper to open fire.

As the sniper is about to pull the trigger, a street sign flies towards him, whistling through the air. The sniper is instantly disabled and exits the scene. In the direction where the sign came from, a golden-haired man still stands in his throwing position. He quietly resumes normality and puts on his shades, giving the punks a murderous look. Before he can tell them to scatter, they are already gone.

Shizuo walks towards an expectant Izaya and, sighing, takes his hand and goes back home. In their apartment, the unlucky sniper is passed out on the floor, the street sign making the room even more messy. (Ah right I forgot to say that the sniper chose Shizuo and Izaya's house to use...) Shizuo throws him out of the window and pushes the person he's holding to the sofa.

As he pinches Izaya's face, Shizuo sighs and says,

"When will you cease to worry me?"

"There will be no such time, Shizu-chan~ I'm gonna worry you for eternity..." A trace of a smile on his face, Izaya winks.

And all other words are lost between their intertwining tongues and lips.

17. After Shizuo Heiwajima dies, Izaya Orihara does not set foot in Ikebukuro for three days.

—He didn't even go to that person's funeral.

"How does this matter~ No one will try to hit me with vending machines from now on, anyways~ How good is that?~" To Shinra's inquiries, Izaya replies as such.

In truth, Izaya never even leaves his home. Namie brings him food every day. She sighs each time, watching her boss stare out of the window with a smile on his face.

In Izaya's opinion, the sky is always a dull gray. He doesn't seem to feel any sort of actual pain, as if he's paralyzed.

"Ah well. I'd better clean up. I hate Shizu-chan anyways, so nothing will really change even if he isn't here~"

Izaya thinks.

He finds the box only he himself knows about and decides to take a final look at its contents before he burns it.

It is filled with receipts. Receipts from the hospital.

"Ha. I broke my arm that time."

"Wow I never knew that Shizu-chan beat me up so hard before that he gave me a concussion...Wait...that was because I was too busy turning my head to look at him so I crashed into the wall..."

"Shizu-chan could get sick? Oh right that was because I dumped a bucket of ice water on him in winter HAHAHAHAHA it's so funny now that I think about it again..."

...

"...Aghh burn them burn them there's nothing really special with them anyways...I can't believe he actually isn't here anymore...that idiot..." Izaya finally gives up, his dark red eyes reflecting the ashes.

But he soon finds another smile.

The next day, Namie finds Izaya lying quietly on the bed, never to wake up again. The notebook on the nightstand records words that no one sees:

Since you've been so merciless as to leave me here, I guess that means that I can go over there to find you ^^."

18. "...Why are you here, flea?"

"Hmmm? Where is here?" Izaya thinks he's already dead; why would he appear in this place?

"..."

"Could this be...Is this Heaven?!"

"Why did you come here too...No...I mean how come people like you are permitted to enter Heaven?!"

"Huh? Why are you allowed to come here, Shizu-chan, but not me? =^= You're only a paramecium, so why do you have the right to go to Heaven like a regular human? Hmph!"

"I—Za—Ya—Yo—You bastard!"Shizuo picks up one of Heaven's vending machines and prepares to hurl it at Izaya, but he sees that Izaya is smiling quietly.

"Ha. So in the end I still found you, Shizu-chan~...Shi-shizu-chan..."

"...You're so annoying! I purposely blocked you from danger and now you come after me by yourself..." Shizuo pulls Izaya close to him. "Never giving me any peace...It's okay. Stop crying. You'll never have a chance to leave me again. Ever."

"Okay..." Izaya holds on to Shizuo's collar and doesn't let go.

19. Noon.

"Growl~"

Shizuo has no reaction.

"Growl~~"

Shizuo furrows his brow.

"Growl~~~"

Shizuo raises his head and stares at the person blocking him from watching TV, his temple jumping.

"...Are you done messing around yet?"

"Shizu-chan~ I'm hungry T^T"

"You were the one who woke up late in the first place and missed breakfast= =#"

"But, Shizu-chan, it was you last night who...= ="

"...Fine. Where do you want to go?"

"Shizu-chan my waist hurts I don't want to go out..."

"...Then I'll go out and buy it for you. Tell me, what do you want to eat?"

"Shizu-chan is the best ^^~

20. Izays lies sick in bed, his cheeks red. He squints at Shizuo, who is rummaging through the drawers to find medicine.

"Shizu-chan...Don't try anymore...I know that a monster won't have any medicine in his house..."

"..." Shizuo stops his movements and rolls his eyes.

"Well, why would a flea get sick in the first place? So annoying..."

"I can't help it...I'm not a monster like you, Shizu-chan...Regular humans get colds all the time...Shizu-chan won't understand= =."

Shizuo thinks, If it weren't for you being sick today, I'd definitely beat you up. Suddenly, his eyes light up, and he walks towards Izaya with an evil smile.

"I'm a monster, so I don't have any human medicine for colds. However, I do know a special way for curing colds that only monsters know. Does Izaya-san want to try it out?~"

"Hmm? What is it? ...But I don't think I want to try it = =..."

"When you get a cold, don't you have to sweat to make it better? Are you sure you don't want to...exercise with me, Izaya-san?"

"...NO! Shizu-san I'm still sick..." Izaya coughs, partly because of his nervousness.

"It's okay~ We can..." Shizuo suddenly closes the distance between him and Izaya. As he is about to kiss Izaya's trembling lips, Shizuo sees his bloodshot eyes, and he moves his head upwards.

"Hah~"

Without warning, Shizuo blows a puff of air at Izaya's forehead. Izaya's hair, slightly wet from his sweat, floats up before settling down again, making the black-haired boy closing his eyes seem so simple and naive.

"Whaaa—?"

Izaya, surprised, opens his eyes and meets Shizuo's amber ones, a mere two centimeters between their faces.

"Hah...Never knew you were this cute..." Shizuo resists his urge to laugh and smiles, softly pinching Izaya's innocent face.

"...Ahhhhh Shizu-chan! I HATE YOU!" Izaya's face is even redder than before, but it is obvious that it's not from his cold.