"Take a seat anywhere." Shizu-chan said as we entered his home. I sat down on the couch and looked around, it was a very plain room. Nothing to interesting, except for a picture of him with his brother, Kasuka. "You want anything to drink?" He asked.

"No thank you," I reply. He walks to the kitchen anyway. I continue looking around the room until he returns, holding a glass of milk. He actually takes a seat beside me on the couch. I look down at my lap, occasionally hearing him taking drinks of milk.

"So what is it?" He asks, then finishes his glass of milk. I look at him, studying his face. He looks nervous. Good thing I'm not the only one.

"Well, I had a dream about you last night." I look back down at my lap, hiding my blush.

"I'm sure you dream a lot about me. You probably kill me each time." I glance up a brief second to see him look the opposite direction of me. That angered me. The thought of him thinking I want to kill him. Sure, I might HAVE wanted to, in the past. But now was different. I...wanted him to live. My anger focused itself into my hand as I slapped him for saying that.

"If you must know, I dreamed about kissing you! And I really liked it..." An awkward silence fell between us for a couple of minutes. Each minute, the print of my hand reddened on his face.

"You... Want to kiss me?" He looked completely stunned.

"Yes..." I look back down, blushing.

I felt his arms around me then, just like in the dream. His lips pressed directly into mine. After a couple seconds he broke away, blushing also. "Was that all you thought it would be?" He asked, running his fingers through that blonde hair of his.

"Yes, it was..." My blush deepened. "So... Where does this leave us, Shizu-chan?"

He shrugged. "I've always wanted you like this, Izaya."

"You have?" I shouldn't have been shocked by this, but I was.

"Yeah..." He held me close to him. "And I still want more of you." He kissed me again, this time a bit more passionate. "Shall we go to my room?" He whispered so softly I would've missed it if I wasn't paying so much attention to him.

"Yes..." I say, and I feel him lift me up.

(A/N: CLIFF-HANGERISH. c: Be sure to review!)