A newborn is left in the warmth of a beast.
Ne- the idea of Shizuo and Izaya raising a baby make me happy, but sadly this is just one for Shizuo. :')
"Rubi.." A playful call of the three month's old as Shizuo reached down into the crib and pulled the infant upwards. Rubi looks upwards, bright eyes wide as his head tilts backwards before his forehead bumps against a warm chest and Shizuo's hand cups the back of his son's-the idea makes him so happy, he can't help but grin, back and he turns. "Did'ya sleep good?" He heard somewhere that talking to the baby as it grows helps them understand words and comes up with their own sentences. So Shizuo tries to talk, saying everything he does and Rubi watches him with large oddly pink colored eyes and there's a toothless, gummy smile that Shizuo can't help but beam back.
Rubi has this cute tick where he hears Shizuo talk, and begins to bounce. Excited and begins to babble nonsense that makes Shizuo burst into laughter, and then Rubi's startled by each time but ends up making a pleased shriek and his head rises and bumps a pillow or couch or his chest wherever the baby is and there's small, bubbly laughter spilling from the infant. Each of those moments makes Shizuo a little happier from the start or the end of his day. Really, especially when Izaya's been lingering more often. Whining that "Shizu-chan is so boring!" but there hasn't been men coming to try to fight him, so he figures that maybe Izaya has matured. Even if it's a little bit.
"Mmm bwa bah bwa." Spittle trails down Rubi's chin, hands raised infront of the infant as they clap together- miss several times but he's babbling and Shizuo is trying to understand what's being said.
"Yeah?" Shizuo keeps the infant on his side, opening the fridge where formula is already made in a bigger container that he pours into a bottle. Reheat it for a few moments than he's grabbing how own cup of milk. "So that's a yeah?"
Rubi gurgles, smiles up at Shizuo who balances a cup, a bottle and a baby. Somehow manages until he's by the couch. The table that was placed before it a while ago, gone and shoved against the corner until Shizuo finds a new spot for it. He has blankets strewn across the floor; and then there's pillows that he lays Rubi on. Watches as the infant rolls over onto his belly and holds his head up; giggling and reaching for a toy that's bright and colorful and makes a squeak each time it's pressed against.
Shizuo watches, for a short time before he drinks his milk. Feeds Rubi whose still wide awake afterwards and wants nothing more than to roll around on the floor, squeal and babble and reach for squeaky toys. Shizuo doesn't mind, he flicks on the television and leans against the couch, watching something that's a mix between comedy and some drama that's no where relatable. Then the doors ringing, making Rubi freeze up and look up at Shizuo with mouth wide open. The blond sighs, reaches over and taps a small nose so Rubi's giggling and laughing and chewing on the toy that resembles a octopus.
When he opens the door, a Flea is lingering by the door. Lips pursed into a pout so Shizuo's startled to see it's really Izaya fucking Orihara. So he slams the door- ignores a few ringing, rapid knocking then suddenly Rubi's crying and all the noise makes Shizuo snap. The door is wretched open, his arm reaching and grabbing Izaya by the shirt.
"What the fuck do you want?" A hiss of words as Shizuo slams Izaya against the nearest wall, jaw clenched. Rubi's still crying, louder now. Shizuo guesses it's from all the sounds, and maybe because he's not there to help him. It makes him a bit anxious-angrier; and suddenly he wants to snap Izaya's neck. Especially when he's grinning and sliding his hands up to cup Shizuo's cheeks like their fucking lovers.
"You don't miss me? I'm hurt, Shizu-chan."
Shizuo pulls Izaya from the wall, shoves him back against it and Izaya winces. Reaching back to touch his head when it happens. "Fucking- I don't miss you." Shizuo drops the informant, turns but Izaya's following him back into his house. Silent and shutting the door behind him. Rubi's on the pillows, face flushed red and still crying, he stops briefly when Shizuo picks him up from the ground, and plops onto the couch- bounces him on his knee and then fucking Izayagrabs the baby when there is still crying, soft hiccups and holds Rubi up into his arms and tsks Shizuo gently.
"He hit his head, ne~ You can't tell?" Izaya pushes back soft locks of brown waved locks to indicate a red mark. Shizuo curses silently when Izaya's laughing, startling Rubi who looks upwards at the stranger holding him. "Hello, little monster~"
"He's not a monster, Flea." Shizuo snaps, feels a bit of anxiety clawing him when Izaya turns and hums. "Fle-"
"You look like shit, Shizu-chan." Izaya cuts him off, finger tapping the tip of a pink nose and Rubi's reaching for the hand, babbling. Shizuo tenses, and slumps back against the couch, snorting under his breathe because someone who was shit called him shit. Ironic. "You should go take a long shower and eat something. Don't worry, won't do anything to your little monster." Of course not- he had no reason too. He was sure that Shizuo would snap his spine if he dare laid a hand on this infant. The proof being the throbbing on his head and back from prior moments.
Shizuo looks thoughtful, staring at Izaya with a narrowed gaze. He wants to demand- ask why he's there and how the fuck he found out where he lived. But then he's standing, shifting nervously and moving to take a shower and make a breakfast. Izaya watches him go, a faint smirk tugging the corner of his lips and then suddenly-
"Ah-" A yank to his hair catches his attention, especially when Rubi's giggling and tugging the black locks hard enough to rip it out of the place. "A-ah, let go..." He mumbles, sitting on the couch and working to untangle chubby fingers from his hair.