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A/N:
This was short. I couldn't get it longer for the life of me. And I think I made Shizuo too ooc. OTL


[Day 6 of the Development of Psychosexuality]

Izaya was pissed.

No, he was absolutely livid

Take a furious Shizuo on his worst day, multiply by it by ten and you still wouldn't get anything relatively close to what Izaya was feeling.

It was all Shizuo's fault, really. His current object of affection (well, anger now) was a stupid protozoan brute who had no business sticking his nose into Izaya's personal paperwork. Those words were meant for his eyes only and they were merely observations. It was plain and simple: Shizuo clearly overreacted and Izaya was not at fault, at all.

He then silently cursed at Freud when he realized he was using one of his defense mechanisms. Stupid Freud. Of course he would come back and bite him in the ass.

Izaya buried his face deep into his palms as a heavy sigh of frustration escaped his lips. This was all his fault. He had no right to write these horrible things about Shizuo, especially since the blond was nothing but kind to him. If Shizuo had any reason to doubt their relationship, it was because Izaya had given him all those reasons. This was completely and entirely his fault.

And then he knew what he had to do.

He headed down to the nearest office supplies store and bought a paper shredder. After dragging it home, Izaya proceeded to feed it all fifty-eight pages of Shizuo's personal file. An hour later, he was surrounded by homemade confetti and searching for a cupcake recipe online.

His house's kitchen might have not been like the school's fancy Home Ec room, but it would do just fine. The brunet completely took over the kitchen and swatted his sisters away who attempted to eat up his chocolate icing.

It was late in the afternoon when Izaya was done putting together an 'apology package'. He stared at the package wordlessly, wondering if a simple present could mend all the hurt between them and fix a relationship. He wondered if Shizuo was still mad, or if he moved on already. Sighing, he decided that he would just have to man up and stop hiding.

Izaya set the box down onto the Heiwahima's doormat, and then rang the doorbell. He stepped back quickly, literally diving into the shrubbery to hide. Kasuka answered the door, looked around confusedly when nobody was there and was about to close the door until he saw the white box on the doorstep.

"Brother, it's for you," Kasuka softly murmured as he noticed Shizuo's name was neatly penned onto the ribbon. Shizuo came to the door, expecting a person and frowned when nobody was there. "Present," his younger brother said and headed back into the house.

Shizuo picked up the package from his doorstep and sighed as he recognized the handwriting as Izaya's. Ah, he must truly be a masochist to open whatever revenge-seeking gift Izaya gave him. He undid the bow slowly and lifted the lid to see eight iced cupcakes that spelled out, "I'M SORRY" as well as some poorly folded paper cranes and stars as fillers. Shizuo sighed and then called out, "Stupid flea, come out."

Izaya sheepishly showed his face as he crawled out of the shrubbery and awkwardly murmured, "Hi," with a small wave.

"Hi," Shizuo answered back and picked up a crane from the box. "Heh, and you said I was bad at origami."

Izaya awkwardly shuffled his feet, unable to find a proper response to that. "I shredded your file," he blurted out.

"Oh?" the blond answered, though he didn't even seem to care.

"What are you oh'ing about? I just said I scrapped the entire experiment," he elaborated.

Shizuo looked and him blankly and shrugged. "I thought I'd be relieved, but honestly, I don't care," he admitted.

Izaya looked at him with wide eyes. "What do you mean you don't care?"

"Exactly that," he answered, "I guess I just overreacted when I read it at first. Now, I realize that it's just typical of you, no offense."

The brunet still stared at him, wide-eyed and confused. "I don't understand..." he stammered. "Are you still angry at me?"

"Nope," he answered. "I overreacted, that's all, and I'm sorry, too, about what I said about your intentions."

Izaya cringed at the reminder. "No, no, I overreacted too," he answered, deciding that if Shizuo could be the bigger man, then so could he. "I know you didn't mean it. I was just being stupid and insecure and-."

Shizuo looked in the box, frowned and then completely changed the subject by interrupting, "Did you make the paper stars out of my shredded file?"

Izaya looked at him startled. Way to kill the mood. "Well, yes, but-"

"Wanna come in?" Shizuo asked, gesturing to the front door.

"Shizuo, I'm sorry!" Izaya exclaimed, loudly, trying to get his attention before he had to suffer from any more awkwardness.

"I know, I heard you the first time," the blond answered with a warm smile and pointed to the door again.

"This is all wrong," Izaya said, starting to panic. It wasn't playing out the way it was supposed to be, which in Izaya's mind was Shizuo harshly rejecting the present and slamming the door in face. "You're supposed to be mad at me. Why aren't you mad at me? You're doing this wrong."

Shizuo raised an eyebrow in amusement and played along. "And how exactly am I supposed to act, Izaya?"

"You're supposed to yell at me. Loudly. And try to hit me again," he sputtered.

"But that wouldn't be nice. I have neighbors. They've already witnessed me punching you in the face once already," Shizuo said, balancing the box in one hand as reached to tilt Izaya's face towards him, inspecting the black eye he gave him.

"There's something seriously wrong with you," Izaya said as he shyly averted his gaze from Shizuo's soul-searching eyes. "You're unusually calm. You should have steam coming out of your ears."

Shizuo chuckled lightly and shook his head. "I looked up that sublimation thing you told me about. It doesn't pertain to only sex." Izaya looked at him in surprise when he stated this. "Sublimation is the conversion of one's emotions into a productive task," he said smartly. "I took my anger out on something else."

Izaya studied him carefully and then said, "That's complete bullshit. I don't believe one word of that."

Shizuo laughed at how easily Izaya could read him. "I really did and sure, it didn't work out, but I really am not mad at you. Seriously." He opened the front door for Izaya. "I forgive you, so you'll forgive me?"

"Yeah, definitely," Izaya answered as he followed Shizuo inside to the kitchen. Wordlessly, he watched as Shizuo emptied the box of its paper cranes and stars onto the table before placing it into the fridge. Suddenly, he realized something.

"What are you grinning about?" Shizuo asked, noticing the sudden smile spreading onto the brunet's handsome features.

Izaya smirked and approached Shizuo slowly, wrapping his arms his neck when the space closed between them. "So," Izaya murmured in a breathy tone against his ear, "since I scrapped that experiment, how about we pick up right where he left off a week ago?" He brushed his lips against Shizuo's and stilled, waiting for the blond to make the next move.

Shizuo pressed close to Izaya, kissing him deeply as he urgently pressed the smaller man tightly against him. A shiver went down Izaya's spine as the blond's calloused fingers settled down on his waist, his shirt riding up as Shizuo held him tightly. Izaya moaned softly, eyes squeezed shut in elation as he felt Shizuo's familiar touch on him and his thinking process was slowly reduced to incoherent thoughts as Shizuo... oh...

Abruptly, Shizuo's ministrations stilled and he stepped back from the smaller man. He looked at him with something akin to amusement. "You know, we still have one more day in your experiment. One more day waiting couldn't hurt," he said with wink.

Izaya deadpanned. "You have got to be kidding me."

"We need to turn our urges into something more productive," Shizuo said with a cheeky grin.

"Well, whoever said that was an idiot," Izaya growled.

"Nice try," the blond smiled. "But you've already made me suffer for almost a week now. Don't you think I should get a little fun, too?"

[Final Notes]
What a tease.