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Izaya frowned as he flipped shut his phone, where was Shizuo? He was supposed to have called him over an hour ago! Oh well, maybe he just went straight to the usual meeting spot and didn't bother to call this time, although that was weird. With a huff the informant stood up and stretched, just when he thought that monster was becoming predictable he had to go and do something different! It annoyed him to no end; the fact Shizuo was so unpredictable. Why couldn't he just act like all of his other precious humans? Where you don't even have to put them in the situation before you know what their reaction would be like.

Izaya let out a laugh.

But this was Shizuo! He wasn't a human! He was a monster! That put him below humans!

"Do you have to make that annoying sound? It's distracting."

Izaya's laughter died down as he heard his secretary's annoyed voice come from behind him. He turned around only to be confronted by her frowning face, a stack of papers in her hands.

"Why Namie! I was just trying to make the workplace seem a little happier. The mood is always so dark and dreary in this place, I think it scares away customers."

Namie scoffed and turned around, muttering something that sounded strangely like 'I think it's that homicidal laughter of yours that scares away customers'.The informant grinned and walked over to the couch where his coat was unceremoniously draped over the black plush leather and shrugged it on. His secretary turned around and looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

"Where are you going? You still have work to do."

"Well Namie, unlike you, I happen to have a date with someone!"

Izaya's face dropped as Namie burst out laughing, his ego wounded just a little bit. What was so funny about that statement? Was she insinuating that he could not get a date? Well, it didn't matter if his so-called "date" was with a certain protozoan and it was all about this thing growing inside of him. She didn't know that…

"You! Have a date?" Namie gasped between fits of laughter. "Who the hell with? Your imaginary friend Kanra?"

"Perhaps," Izaya said, masking his annoyance with a sly grin, "Although need I remind you that Kanra is merely a persona I use on the Internet, I know she is not real. But since you have been so nice about all of this my dear Namie, I shall leave you to finish your work in peace."

"Whatever you want to believe…" She said as she turned around to finish off her filing.

"By the way Namie," Izaya said, his grin almost reaching his ears, "When you have finished all of your work, you can finish mine as well."

The informant held in a laugh as he watched his secretary's body tense up in what he could only assume was anger.

"What?" She growled as she spun around, her face twisted up into some sort of scowl. "I will be here all night if I have to do that."

"Well I am sorry, here." Izaya picked up the nearby phone and threw it at her, laughing as she juggled it before finally getting a good grip on it. "Call up the picture of your brother and tell it you won't be home for dinner tonight."

The informant continued to laugh as he watched Namie seethe with rage. He slipped his mobile phone into the pocket of his jacket and went to leave, stopping beside Namie.

"You shouldn't frown you know, think of the wrinkles you're going to have when you get older. Seiji will never go for something like that."

Izaya put his hand on the doorknob and was just about to turn it when Namie said something that made his own blood boil.

"Better than being fat."

What? What did she just say?Izaya spun around to face her, scowling.

"What was that?"

"I said it's better than being fat," Namie said, a smug grin on her face.

"I am not fat." Izaya palmed the knife in his pocket, it was tempting, so very tempting…

"The evidence says otherwise," Namie laughed, giving a hard poke to the informant's lower stomach where a small bump could be seen.

Izaya tensed, so it was noticeable. This was not good. As much as it had been fun to toy with Shizuo's emotions these past few weeks, he had to get rid of this creature, now.

Izaya growled as he spun around and stormed out of the office, slamming the door behind him. He could swear that he could hear Namie laughing, but chose to ignore it, instead focusing on the pain in his abdomen. Wow, she had poked him pretty hard. Did she injure it? Izaya was surprised at the jolt of fear that shot throughout his body. Was it dead? Would it have something wrong with it? He couldn't help but chew on his lower lip as these thoughts came into his mind. Wait, why did he even care? He wanted to get rid of it anyway…

Right?

The informant shook his head. Of course he wanted to get rid of it, these feelings were just a natural reaction. It didn't mean he wanted it, or even loved it. They were just like a knee-jerk reaction, something he could not help.

Izaya sighed in content as he stepped out into the busy streets of Shibuya, watching the sea of black suits before him. He loved being out during this time in the evening, the time when everyone was returning to their boring home from their boring work. He loved walking against the crowd, it made him feel different, it made his humans look only at him. He let out a chuckle as he headed towards the train station, pushing his way through the tired crowd. Some people gave him dirty looks as he bumped into them harder than usual, you could tell those were the ones who had had a bad day. If only they knew they were glaring at the one person who actually truly loved them, then how would they feel?

The informant hummed a quiet tune to himself as he stood on the platform of the train station, tapping his foot on the tiles to the tune he was making up in his head. He flipped open his phone and clicked his tongue in annoyance, still nothing from Shizuo. The crimson-eyed man growled and shoved the phone back in his pocket. He hated it when people broke out of their cycles like this, but he wasn't going to get into that again…

What he hated even more though, was the fact he had lost so much control over his own body. His mood swings were out of control, causing him to lash out at the smallest things and fume about them for hours. Like this whole phone business with Shizuo, he knew it was stupid that such a thing annoyed him, but he couldn't help it. He also hated how tired he was lately, he always fell asleep when an interesting program was on or when he was working late.

"Mum, when is the train going to get here?"

"Soon honey."

Izaya jumped as he heard the small voice come from beside him, shaking him from his thoughts. He looked down to see a small boy standing beside him holding his mother's hand tightly. The informant smiled down at the child who looked at the ground as soon as he noticed the older man was looking at him. His gentle smile soon turned into a manic grin. That child had to at least be five years old; humans were so impressionable at that age. Their whole world revolved around their parents, relying solely on them to teach them right from wrong. That was the age where you could determine what type of adult they would become just by how you acted towards them. You could crush them and offer them a future filled with violence and sadness, or you could nurture them and give them a future full of possibilities and hope.

It was just so fascinating.

Izaya smirked, it wasn't as though he hated children, he just didn't like the one growing inside of him very much. Honestly, what was Shizuo thinking? Neither one of them could raise this thing and even if Shizuo could, he would never be able to afford it on that crummy salary he gets. Not to mention the fact that the two of them would never be able to get along.

Although, they had been getting along quite well these past few weeks…

The smile dropped from the informant's face as the train screeched to a stop in front of him. Yes, they had been getting along quite well the past few weeks. That was, however, only because he had allowed it to be that way. However, did he like it that way? While it was fun to see Shizuo loose his cool and go on a rampage throughout the town, this new side he was seeing of Shizuo was…

Interesting? Disturbing? Enjoyable?

Izaya frowned at the last word that popped into his head. Was it enjoyable? No, nothing could ever be enjoyable with Shizuo. The way Shizuo looked at him now, it freaked him out. Not even his own parents looked at him like that! He wouldn't even consider his sisters…

He missed the coldness and the pure rage Shizuo's eyes used to reflect when he looked at him, that hateful stare only he could pull off perfectly. Sure parts of it were still there, but it just wasn't the same anymore. The blond actually looked genuinely happy to be around him. He could see the way the man's eyes lit up every time he saw him. It was disgusting.

Izaya sighed as the train pulled up at Shinjuku, frowning as a few of the people getting off with him pushed him out of the way. He placed a hand over his stomach; they probably wouldn't do that if they knew about this. The informant quickly did his jacket all the way up. If Namie had noticed it, then there is no saying who else might.

He smiled as he walked in the direction of the city park. Despite everything that was happening to him, he actually felt kind of happy. It was odd since he was going off to meet that brute. It must just be because he was looking forward to what type of sweet Shizuo had brought him today! Yes, that was definitely it.

It wasn't as though their meetings were anything special. They didn't even look like friends, let alone a couple who were expecting their first child. Usually, Shizuo would give him some kind of sweet and sit there quietly as he ate it. The silence had always felt uncomfortable and awkward to Izaya, and he often wondered if the blond felt the same way. However, Shizuo was always the first one to break it. He always asked the same questions…

'How are you feeling? Is everything okay in there? Did the baby do anything new?'

Izaya scoffed. This thing never did anything but sap the life out of him and grow.

The informant grinned when he spotted the park in the horizon, running the rest of the way there. However, the grin quickly fell from his face when he saw that the park was empty.

Where was Shizuo?

Izaya felt his blood boil, if he didn't want to do anything today he could have at least called! It wasn't that hard was it? All he had to do was flip open his phone, type in his number, and say, "I'm not coming today".Didn't that stupid idiot realize he had things he could be doing as well? His whole life didn't revolve around him…

The informant collapsed onto the nearby bench, taking a deep breath. No, he would not let this get to him. He was the one who was in control of his emotions, not his hormones. But still, he couldn't help but be disappointed by the fact the blond hadn't showed up. He was hoping to get one last laugh before he actually got rid of this thing. Oh well, it didn't really matter; Shizuo was already pretty attached to both him and the tiny monster. One last time didn't really make a difference.

Izaya let out a laugh as he pulled himself off the bench; this was going to be funny, watching Shizuo's life shatter. The informant's laughter died down as he skipped out of the park.

This was going to all end, right now.


Shizuo cursed as he jogged throughout Shinjuku, checking his phone. Shit, he was over two hours late. He highly doubted that Izaya would still be waiting for him in the park; after all it was already dark out. Still he had to make sure before going to the flea's apartment. The blond couldn't help but growl at the reason he was late, still feeling slightly annoyed.

The last person they had gone to see for work was absolutely infuriating. He had owned some type of 24/7 underground nightclub or something. Who even wanted to go clubbing during the day anyway? Shizuo soon found out. As soon as Tom had opened the doors, they were assaulted with the smell of cigarettes and sweat. The blond had scrunched up his nose; it smelt awful in there. They walked up to the counter where the guy they were after was, and for some reason he had thought that he could get out of paying his debt by showering them in free drinks, women, and cigarettes. Shizuo did have to admit, he had taken a few cigarettes. But he had refused everything else. Alcohol was never really his thing as it was too bitter for his liking, and the women? Well, the last time he had slept with someone they had wound up pregnant. He really didn't want that to happen again…

The music was so loud in there; he could swear that his head was still ringing. He had tried to get somewhere a bit quieter to call Izaya and tell him he would be late, but every time he had tried to leave the man just dragged him back to the bar. Tom was shocked that Shizuo hadn't snapped and destroyed half the bar yet, and sure he would be lying to himself if had said the whole situation didn't annoy him, but he had been trying to get a better handle on his anger lately. When Izaya finally did have the kid, he wanted to be able to control his anger around it just a little bit. The last thing he wanted was to hurt or possibly kill his own son or daughter.

It had taken a while, but with a few threats and maybe just a few broken chairs (after all Shizuo had only been trying to get a hold on his anger for just a few weeks), they had finally gotten their money. Tom had invited Shizuo to go to a café and get a milkshake and a cake, and as tempting as that was, he had to refuse. Shizuo was positive that Izaya was going to be furious enough already, he didn't even want to imagine how that flea would have reacted when he had found out he had gone out and had some fun.

Shizuo gave a weak smile as he looked into the dark, empty park. Of course Izaya still wouldn't be waiting there for him! Not even he would wait for someone who was over two hours late and hadn't even bothered call. The blond sighed as he turned around and started to walk off towards Izaya's apartment. Oh, he should probably buy the flea something special for being so late.

Shizuo reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He frowned at the lack of money in it, crap he forgotten that he hadn't been paid yet…

Shizuo sighed as he walked off towards the nearest cake store, which was hard since he didn't know Shinjuku very well. He was a little embarrassed about it but, he only really knew how to get from the station to the park and from the park to Izaya's apartment. He had never really bothered to look around the city much. The number of teenagers in this town kind of shocked him. Why would Izaya want to live in an area full of kids? He didn't really want to ask them what direction the store was in, each one he passed just got weirder and weirder looking. He could have sworn the last girl he had passed just painted on more makeup each day without even bothering to wash off the makeup from yesterday. He shuddered at the thought of his own child being like that.

The blond frowned as he soon found himself in the darker, less busy part of the city. All that surrounded him were office buildings that had shut for day. He ran a hand through his bleached hair, he should have just asked one of those kids back there…

Shizuo adjusted the glasses on his nose and turned around to walk back from the direction he had come from when something caught his eye. Or rather someone.

The debt collector's mouth opened in shock as he noticed Izaya standing on the roof of one of the smaller buildings. He wasn't that high off the ground, and Shizuo was pretty sure he could call out to Izaya from here. But the thing that really freaked him out was how close the smaller man was standing to the edge. Izaya was basically as close to the edge as you could get without falling, rocking backwards and forwards on the balls of his feet. He was chewing on the bottom of his lip with one hand over his stomach; his eyes were glazed over as if he was thinking deeply about something.

Shizuo raised an eyebrow, he was pretty sure that the flea hadn't seen him yet but, the whole situation was a little bit odd. He had known Izaya to stand on the roof of buildings before but that was usually in a busy area where lots of people could be seen. Even if he fell from that height it wouldn't be enough to kill him and the worst he would do is probably break a few bones. That would be a disadvantage right? So why is he up there?

Shizuo felt rage surge throughout his body as he realized why. Sure, the fall wouldn't be enough to kill him but, it sure would kill something else.

The blond gave into the anger that was consuming both his body and mind, and ran to the building to try and find a way to get up to the roof.


Izaya sighed as he stepped off the fire escape and onto the roof. The wind was a little stronger up here than it had been down there and his hair blew around his face annoyingly. The informant growled as he stepped blindly forward, trusting in his instincts as his hair was covering his eyes.

Izaya stopped when he felt his foot meet with nothing but air, adrenaline shooting throughout his system. He jumped back, wiping his hair out of his eyes. His mouth stretched into a smile as he took in the sight before him. He could see the faint glow of the city lights in the distance, hearing the faint noises of cars honking and people talking. He took a deep breath and laughed. He had missed being up this high, even if this wasn't as high up as he was used to.

The informant looked down at the alleyway below him. It wasn't that far down, maybe just a couple of stories. However, he could not risk jumping off a higher building than this. After all, he wasn't trying to kill himself here, just this thing. He screwed up his face in disgust as he looked down at the garbage bags he had arranged earlier. He swallowed and told himself it was the only way.

Of course no one would actually like to fall into a pile of garbage, and it wasn't the best way to be found when that stupid protozoan finally got it through his head to come and look for him but, it was better than dying. Even from this height, he could die if he wasn't careful about the way he fell. Still, he figured that the fall should be enough to kill this thing, well at least it had betterbe.

There was no other way to do this. He couldn't throw himself in front of a car and Shizuo would never injure him now that he knew. And he definitely did not want to go out and tease gang members in order to get beaten up. You never knew how far they would take things, plus he would never give them the honour of being able to beat up the man who could get through a fight unscathed with Heiwajima Shizuo. Well, unscathed most of the time…

Izaya smiled as he ran a hand through his raven locks, placing his hand over his abdomen.

"Well, it has been fun!" Izaya said in a singsong tone as he prepared himself to step off the building.

The informant bit his lower lip as he looked down at the ground below, rocking backwards and forwards on the balls of his feet. He could do this! All he had to do was simply step off the edge. It wasn't that hard to do so, why was his whole body screaming at him to step away from the ledge? He wanted this thing dead and this was the only way. Izaya squeezed shut his eyes and lifted up his foot, preparing to step off the edge. His crimson eyes shot open in fear as…

He… He couldn't do it…

Izaya shakily put his foot back down on the ground and took a deep broken breath. He couldn't jump down there. He couldn't jump into a pile of garbage, breaking his bones, or possibly losing his life. He just couldn't do that.

Izaya chose to ignore the fact that his body was shaking. Whether it was because he was scared or cold, he just did not know, although it was most likely because of the first reason. The informant bit down harder on his lower lip, tasting the metallic flavour has he punctured the skin. Why was he hesitating? This was what he wanted!

Wasn't it?

Izaya sighed, his body shaking uncontrollably as he prepared himself to turn around and go home. He needed to sort some things out…

"What do you think you are doing up here Izaya?"

Izaya's eyes widened as he felt strong arms wrap around his chest and stomach, pulling him back from the edge roughly.

"I don't think this is the safest place for someone in your condition to be."

"Shi-Shizu-chan…"

"Tell me Izaya, what are you doing up here?"

Izaya's mouth opened but no words came out. For the first time in his life, he was speechless. What was he going to tell this monster? This monster that was now starting to hold onto him a little bit too tightly. 'Oh Shizu-chan! I was just about to kill our child! Ahahaha!' That definitely did not seem like the best option…

"Shizu-chan… I…"

"You what Izaya?"

Izaya flinched as Shizuo yelled into his ear, his arms constricting him painfully now. Izaya could feel his bones protest against the strain they were under as the blond continued to hold him in this screwed up embrace.

"Y-you're starting to hurt me Shizu-chan."

Shizuo growled as the smaller man complained. How dare he say that he is starting to hurt him!

"S-Shizu-chan! You are going to hurt the baby!"

The debt collector released the squirming man from his arms and stepped back. He was kind of half stunned by the fact that Izaya had called the baby what it is, a baby. He was used to him referring to it as a "monster" or a "creature" or a "thing". Still, he quickly remembered the reason why the informant was up here in the first place and roughly yanked him forward by the collar of his jacket, their faces inches apart.

"I know what you were going to do up here flea."

"Oh?" Izaya's crimson eyes glinted playfully as the words left Shizuo's mouth, maybe the blond wasn't as thick minded as he had thought.

"You were going to jump off the ledge weren't you?"

"Haha, how observant of you Shizuo. Yes I was going to but, if you haven't noticed I have changed my mind so if you would put me down I-"

"Bullshit!"

The informant frowned as Shizuo cut him off. He could feel the grip on his jacket tighten.

"You were going to jump! After all, why wouldn't you? You only ever think about yourself, did you forget that that thing is carrying as much of DNA as it is yours? I should have some say in this!"

"No!"

Shizuo's eyes widened in surprise as Izaya yelled at him, anger consuming those blood-coloured eyes.

"You think you deserve to get a say in this? I don't think so!"

The blond grinded his teeth together as Izaya continued to yell at him, his own anger levels rising.

"How about we shove this thing inside of your body! Watch you get fat! See how you like it when you can't work or go outside because people just stare at you!"

"Why are you doing this Izaya?"

The informant snapped out of his rage-induced rant at the sound of Shizuo's sad voice. Was he really that upset about this whole situation?

"Because," Izaya sighed, "You have no idea what this thing is going to do to me."

"Because you don't tell me anything!"

"I do Shizu-chan but you just never listen!"

The debt collector released his grip on the informant just a little bit. What did he mean? Izaya always kept things to himself. He never showed anyone his true motives, hell, he didn't even know half of the reasons why Izaya did the fucked up shit he does. So what was he talking about? As if reading Shizuo's mind, the smaller man answered his question.

"My apartment was right upstairs! I told you that we should go up there but no, you just had to fuck me in the alleyway right outside my building. I told you to use a condom but once again, no. You didn't listen to one thing I said that night! And now look at this mess!"

Izaya waved his arms dramatically as he yelled, his voice echoing into the night.

"You should just shut the fuck up Izaya."

"No you should shut the fuck up Shizu-chan, do you know what else was in that alleyway that night?"

"No?" Shizuo responded as he raised an eyebrow.

"A camera, and do you know what happens when that footage spreads all over the Internet?"

The debt collector felt his cheeks burn up as the realization of what that meant hit him. No wonder why that weird woman who was always with Kadota ran up to him squealing, spouting out a gibberish mess of words that not even he could understand. That also explains the weird looks people had been giving him lately…

"S-shit…"

"Shit doesn't even cover it Shizu-chan," Izaya sighed as squirmed, trying to get himself in a more comfortable position, "A lot of my clients are on the Internet. I lost a lot of business because of that stupid video. All of them said that 'they didn't want to be associated with someone who so openly displays his sex life.'"

"I had no idea Izaya…"

"And I had just started to gain some of them back again when I find out about this thing. How do you think they are going to react to this Shizu-chan? Not very well I can tell you that."

"Izaya, there are other ways! Why don't you just say you are going to go on a vacation or something?"

"Informants don't take vacations," Izaya spat, glaring up at Shizuo.

"Stop being so difficult Izaya…"

"You know how long it took me to build up my client base! If I take a vacation, they will find new informants to go to! I may as well just tell them all that I am pregnant!"

Shizuo growled as Izaya continued to yell in his face, his grip on him tightening. He felt the familiar feeling of being consumed by his rage as his rational thought process stopped working altogether. He had to leave, and now or else he was going to do something he would regret.

"Well tell them that you are pregnant Izaya, because right now I don't give a fuck."

Shizuo shoved Izaya back roughly, watching as the man stumbled backwards. He felt a shot of fear run down his spine as he watched how close Izaya was getting to the edge. Shit, he had pushed him to hard…

The debt collector rushed forward and extended his hand, he could see the terrified gaze in the informant's eyes as his feet met with nothing but thin air. He tried to grab a hold of his jacket, but he was too late.

"Izaya!"

Izaya shut his eyes as he plummeted towards the ground.

He was going to die.

Out of all the ways to fall, head first was never the best way. He heard Shizuo scream something above him, but the sound of air rushing past his ears blocked it out. He didn't really have any of the classic "life flashing before his eyes" experiences. All he could think of was the fact that he was going to die, and what had he achieved? Who would remember him? Did he really leave his mark on this world? He felt a pang of guilt in his chest as he thought of the tiny innocent life he would be taking with him tonight. Maybe perhaps, deep down, he really did care for it. Just a tiny bit though. But what did that matter right now as-

Izaya's crimson eyes shot open as he felt a strong set of arms wrap around him, pushing his head into the safety of the other mans chest. Shizuo grunted as he twisted his body mid-air so that he would be the one to hit the concrete below.

Izaya cringed as they hit the ground, a sickening crack sounded through the air.

"Ah fuck that hurts…"

Izaya slowly lifted his head and looked down at the man below him, his eyes widening at the sight of all the blood coming out of the blond's head. He realized that he was shaking violently, but at the moment he was more shocked at the fact that Shizuo had risked his life for him. He looked over at the pile of garbage he had arranged earlier, which was pretty far away from where they had landed. He was very glad he hadn't jumped now…

Shizuo decided to ignore the pain in his head for now and sat up, watching as Izaya shuffled over to the brick wall and curled up into the fetal position. For the first time in his life, he actually felt sorry for him. He was obviously still terrified; he could tell by how badly he was shaking. The blond crawled over to him and cautiously draped his arm over Izaya's shoulders.

"Uhh, everything is going to be fine…"

"I-I can't kill it."

"I know," Shizuo said as he gently rubbed Izaya's shoulders.

"What are we going to do, we can't raise a child."

"I know but, let's try okay?"

Shizuo sighed as looked up at the night sky, feeling blood run down the back of his neck and stain his shirt.

"Izaya, move in with me?"

Shizuo couldn't help but smile when he saw Izaya give a slight nod.


A/N:

I'm back! And with a super long chapter to! Sorry it took me so long to update, my father was up visiting for two weeks during my school holidays. Then it was my birthday! I am finally 16! But then I had to get back into school so I had such a hard time finding time for writing in all of that madness. But, I am back into my routine and should be able to update sooner this time. Also to everyone who has reviewed so far, thank-you so much! I really do read and love every single one and am sorry I haven't replied to them.

As always, thank-you for reading and reviews are loved!