I DO NOT OWN DURARARA!


Tiredly, Izaya cuddled closer to the warm form beside him. It took a moment for him to then process that he wasn't on the couch. Then it took another moment to realize that he was not alone. Then he figured out that he was in the arms of the person he was always trying to avoid the grasp of.
Blushing, the information broker squirmed only to find himself gently pulled closer by Shizuo's arms.

"S-stupid protozoan..!" the black haired man hissed, blushing further and trying to find some way to wiggle away.

'Please..! Don't..! If you really don't like me then why..? Stop sending these mixed messages, dammit..!' He soon ended up clinging to the blond. "Why do you have to do this to me...?"

"Do what to you...?" the older man mumbled, rubbing at his eyes.
"N-nothing!" Izaya frantically attempted to move away, but a sharp pain in his side and leg prevented him from doing so. Cringing, he bit his lip.
"..What's wrong?"
"..N...nothing.." the smaller man barely managed to reply as he clutched at his wounds.
Shizuo was silent for a moment before sighing softly and getting up. Shortly, he returned with a glass of water and the bottle of pain killers.

Hastily, Izaya snatched the pills and water. After he had downed both, he set them on the bedside table, with a slight sigh of relief. He then looked up to find Shizuo just calmly watching him.


The ex-bartender couldn't help but stare at the black haired man on his bed as he desperately tried to ward off his pain. If not for the night before, he would have just brushed the man aside and made him get his own pain killers.

But...how could one be that cruel to a person- mortal enemy or not -after seeing them heart-wrenchingly needy the day before?

"...Now what was that about me doing something to you?" Shizuo asked, his voice level and calm for once around the other man.
"...It..." the younger man said, looking so very frail. "It was nothing~ I mean, geez, Shizu-chan-" Izaya's suave recovery was cut off by the front of his shirt being grabbed. Shizuo forced him to look at him.

The brief look of terror in the smaller man's eyes almost made him let go.

The blond hesitantly began to ask his question, but then was cut off.
"Let go! Don't..don't come near me, dammit!" the information broker thrashed, attempting to get free. "It's not something some monster like you could understand!"

'Monster.'

His vision blurred and his thoughts vanished, rage and pain filling up the void. "Monster? Do you think it's a wise idea to call someone who's actually concerned for you a monster? It's no wonder everyone wants you to go die!"

The younger man didn't respond, and his own fury slowly cooled. Shizuo realize he had pinned him on the bed, his hands gripping Izaya's wrists almost too tightly. As the fire died down further in him, he also noticed the information broker's eyes were shining oddly in the light.

As though he was...about to cry.


He could feel his eyes burning and knew this time he wouldn't be able to hold back his tears.

Taking advantage of Shizuo's slackened grip on his wrists, Izaya managed to slip away and limp into the bathroom. He would have gone further, but he couldn't make the distance, and didn't want anyone finding him. A locked bathroom door would do.

He turned on the shower and the fan and sink, all only for noise to drown out any sobs that might escape him.

Sitting down against the wall, he brought his non-injured leg up to his chest and hugged it. Soon enough, he could feel his hot tears through his sleeves.

'I can't control him...I can't control what he does...He can terrify me and hit my weak spots without even trying...Not to mention all of this mafia tension that's going on thanks to Katsuo and I'm injured..! Has the world forgotten that I'm supposed to control it, not the other way around..?'


Shizuo stared and scowled at the ceiling and walls of his bedroom for what seemed to be hours. He didn't understand what was happening.

Izaya was acting unstable and lashing out and seemed to be out of control. His usual irritating, calm demeanor completely and utterly absent.
And he himself, the one always trying to kill the other man with any public property he could find, was concerned. Concerned for his mortal enemy.

He buried his face in his hands, fingers almost clawing out his hair. "What the hell is going on..? Dammit, Shinra...You just had to shove this psycho into my life even further..."

After a while of confusedly attempting to understand the situation, the blond noticed the shower and fan noises coming from the bathroom. He also could barely pick out the odd crying gasps here and there.

Sighing, he grabbed a cigarette and stood up. 'Why does my gut hurt...? Why does even my heart hurt..? ...Why is he acting like this?'

Almost an entire cigarette pack later, the shower water stopped along with the fan in the bathroom.
"...Might as well try to ask him..."


After taking several deep breaths in an attempt to further regain his composure, Izaya reluctantly opened the bathroom door. He was less than pleased to be greeted with cigarette smoke scented air.

Glancing momentarily at the blond nearby, he shuffled over to the kitchen and busied himself with making tea. He heard the older man shifting about, most likely moving away to another area of the apartment.

The information broker certainly didn't expect to be gently hugged from behind by the older man. He couldn't even bring himself to say something.

Shizuo sighed after a bit of silence, likely trying to figure out what to say. "I...Don't know why I'm concerned for you...or why my gut hurts right now...I don't expect you to know either, but just tell me what's bugging you."
He bit his lip briefly. "...I can't tell you."
"...Why?"
"Secret Izaya secrets~," he barely managed to say.
"Ugh..." the older man groaned, pulling out of his embrace and leaning against the counter.
"Now it's my turn to ask you something~," he began, seeming less nervous but growing more nervous by the second. "Why did I wake up in bed with you?"
"Hn? You mean, you don't remember?"
"Would I ask if I remembered whatever happened?"Izaya retorted, placing the kettle of water on the stove.
Shizuo sighed and shook his head, "Right...Well, you remember drinking alcohol, at least, right?"
"Yes," the information broker nodded as he sat on the countertop.
"Well...when we got back here you...acted differently..."
Frowning, the younger man paused for a moment. "...How so?"
"You...clung to my sleeve and practically begged me not to go and to stay with you. It was almost like you were a little kid."
"...I see..." he looked off to the side.
"And so I ended up taking you to bed with me so that I could actually fall asleep comfortably and you wouldn't be so...lonely and clingy."


When he had finished explaining himself, Shizuo glanced over at the man who had earlier that day called him a 'monster'. Seeing the faint blush on his cheeks and slighlty frustrated pout upon his face, he couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.

"...What's so amusing, Shizu-chan?"
"Heh...You really are an odd one."
"Oh?"
"Just watch yourself for a day. You have so many sides to you, I swear its hard to believe your the same person."

He saw the younger man begin to smirk and say something most likely irritating in response, but then a curious new expression came on his face. His reddish-brown eyes were a bit larger than usual and the faint blush had returned. Surprised was the closest Shizuo came to naming the expression. Then Izaya widened his eyes a bit more and looked off to the side blushing even more. Embarrassed?

As he watched the information broker mostly regain his typical demeanor, the blond realized he himself had been smiling ever since he had chuckled.


Yay~ I finished a chapter~ I hope this later part makes up for the earlier part of the chapter XD Honestly I was tempted to leave this sort of cute, making up part out and put it into a new chapter since it takes away from the effect of the depressing part. But I think that would be rather cruel of me and my Shizuo already isn't happy with me for making it so depressing earlier XDD

Also earlier, if you noticed, I hinted slightly at the plot that really isn't focused on cause I fail like that. Ah, well, I mostly want to focus on the romance and the plot really is just an excuse for why Izaya was hurt and Shizuo has become concerned and stuff.

Hopefully I can update soon again...depends if my schoolwork lets me *looks over shoulder at monster of homework* ^^;

Reviews are always welcome~ Especially since they motivate me~

Until next time~~!