Shizuo woke to the sound of metal clanging and the silent sizzle of something cooking. He lifted his head lightly before reaching for his sore neck, "Damnit…" he muttered dryly as he sat up and looked around.

"Hello sleepy~"

Recognizing the voice, Shizuo looked to the source of it that was currently in the small kitchen he had, "Oh god, you're still here…."

The informant blinked and smiled, "Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?"

"Shit…" Shizuo growled as he rubbed the back of his neck and shut his eyes, hoping that 'out of sight out of mind' would apply here.

Izaya walked over to him energetically holding breakfast in one hand as he dropped to his knees beside Shizuo, "Hey I made you food~"

Glaring at the dish of rice with tamagoyaki placed at the top of it, the blonde looked back up at Izaya, "Where'd you get all this? I don't remember buying eggs."

"That's because I went out."

"You what!" Shizuo shouted at Izaya as he shrunk back clearly intimidated.

He laughed shyly, "W-what, I saw a store on the way here last night so I-"

"Idiot!" Shizuo grabbed the front of Izaya's shirt roughly, "Someone could have seen you! And-" He paused as he looked at the cloths the dark haired man had on, "What are you wearing!"

"Well my clothes were dirty so I borrowed yours." Izaya said silently as he tried to take Shizuo's hands off of him.

Letting go of the front of his shirt, Shizuo growled in displeasure, "I can't believe you... If anyone followed you here I'll let them have you, you're a pain!"

At first Izaya looked offended, but for some reason that Shizuo couldn't figure out his face softened into a light smile once again, "Shizuo-san's worried about me?"

"W-wha?" Shizuo frantically thought about what he had just said, "h-how did you get worried out of that! Y-you're an idiot!"

A light giggle filled the room, "Oh no, Shizuo-san's got a heart, what to do~?" Izaya sat beside him and placed the bowl at his side, "From what I know, I'm pretty sure it's ok to care about people's well-being, Shizuo-san."

"How would you know," Shizuo began as he picked up the bowl cautiously, "You don't have your memories, remember? Or- not."

Izaya shifted uncomfortably at this and looked away, "Your right, I don't."

Immediately feeling guilty, Shizuo sat in silence as Izaya continued staring into who knows where. "I'm sorry…"

No response was made for a while until the other shifted and spoke softly, " What do you have to be sorry for?"

"W-well…" Shizuo blushed, "I was the one who hit you in the face with a stop sign, remember? Or- Gah sorry…" He gulped nervously as it seemed to get even quieter, "But if it makes you feel any better, I think this you is an improvement." A mental facepalm was appropriate for this mind to mouth outburst.

A quiet noise was heard, 'Damnit I made him cry! I'm such an insensitive-' Shizuo's thought was interrupted as Izaya turned around laughing.

"You really think so?" He said smiling brightly.

Shizuo sat in silence bewildered by this for a moment before shaking himself back to reality, "U-um yeah, definitely."

"Tell me Shizuo-san," Izaya said brightly as he calmed his laughter, "What was I like back then?"

"Back then..?" Shizuo remembered everything all of a sudden, how much he was annoyed by him, how much he wanted to kill him. His eye twitched with annoyance as all his frustration was visible on his face alone.

Izaya nervously held up both hands in defense, "enough said…"

Grabbing his breakfast, Shizuo began eating while silently repeating the word 'kill' under his breath. Seeing him content, Izaya got up and walked back into the kitchen to begin cleaning his mess.

"By the way Shizuo-san, some guy came by while you were asleep." Shizuo turned at this.

"What? Who was he?" He replied as he finished the rest of his breakfast, putting his bowl down on the coffee table.

"Um…." Izaya sat back and looked at the door trying to retrace his steps, "I don't remember…"

Shizuo got up and took his phone out of his pocket, flicking it open only to stare at the time in horror, "ITS TWELVE O'CLOCK."

Walking over to him, Izaya stood on his toes to see Shizuo's phone on his level, "Why, yes it is."

"Crap! It must have been Tom! I'm late for work!" Unbuttoning his vest, Shizuo ran into his room to change.

"Tom! That's his name!" Izaya paced back into the kitchen.