Maybe a little too close?

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Shizuo stayed quiet, sitting on the edge of the desk, he hadn't tried to punch his way out of the glass yet. Instead he was curled up in a ball, eyes closed, completely naked except for the small towel that had been cut to size for him. His face felt like it was on fire, leaving him wondering what the hell was going on.

He had failed to escape, again. He had let his damn enemy give him a bath and wash his hair. He had then let him, use the sponge, as well as pat him try. The man he hated, the flea who had taken every chance to ruin his life, the one who didn't stay down or away, no matter how much you hit him. So what the hell was he doing, letting him get so close?

The miniature blond shivered as the glass was lifted. "Shizu-chan, your clothes are dry." His eyes snapped open as the small cloth was removed, leaving him completely naked. "Give that back, you damn flea." The glare did nothing, his hands covering his lower half. Shizuo jumped as he was picked up. "Hm, do you want to catch a cold?"

That damn smirk should have warned him. "What the hell are you doing?" he tried to get away, even as Izaya was trying to put the clothes on him. "I'm not a doll, I can dress myself." The struggling didn't help, in seconds he was dressed, though he supposed he should be thankful it was in his normal clothes and not a damn dress, he wouldn't put it past him. "Now lets see what my precious humans are up to."

Staying where he was, on the desk, he watched the flea warily, wondering when he would have his next chance to escape. "Mikado-kun is in school, how boring." Shizuo lifted his head at the name, glad to hear the teen was safe and no where near the flea. Getting up the tiny blond jumped from the desk, somersaulting onto the carpet. His movements didn't go unnoticed. "Honestly, protozoan. You're trying to escape again."

Running forward and grabbing onto the edge of the sofa, he used his strength to pull himself up, completely out of breath as he collapsed. Still it was much softer than the hard wood of the desk. Closing his eyes, Shizuo let sleep take him, knowing it was better than having to put up with Izaya.

Izaya watched the blond's movements as he ran, knife already in hand, ready to throw. He was slightly surprised when instead of running for the door, the unpredictable protozoan climbed onto his sofa and stopped moving. "Shizu-chan?" Not getting an answer, he got out of his chair, crouching over the unconscious blond, knife still in reaching distance. "Shizu-chan?" Placing a finger on the tiny chest, he felt a heart beat.

Brushing away the small bit of relief he had felt, he took out his phone, arranging for the next part of his plan. Taking a seat on the sofa, he gingerly picked up the sleeping figure, trying not to wake him. Staying where he was, he held his phone in one hand and the blond in the other, taking the time to watch and observe his enemy, without the threat of being crushed by a vending machine.

Elsewhere in school, a black haired teen was becoming increasingly irritated. The teacher was droning on, while he had his hand under the table, scrolling through the chat room, he was becoming impatient, he wanted to rush to Shinjuku and get the blond. Instead he was waiting for an antidote that he didn't know would even work.

He could see Anri glancing over at him from time to time and before Shizuo he would have lowered his head and blushed at the attention. Kida was sitting next to him, giggling quietly to himself after writing chat up lines on the sheet of paper in front of him. "Ryugamine, am I boring you?" Damn. He didn't hide his phone quick enough, raising his head he looked up at his teacher, the entire class staring at him.

"You can collect your phone after school, when you turn up for detention." No, he had to see Celty and Shinra. "Masaomi, put that away." His eyes narrowed glaring at his teachers back. How boring. Taking out his pen, he set to writing the notes from the board.

At lunch he was cornered by both his friends. "What was that about?" The three of them were on the roof, the dyed blond holding his arms behind his head. Mikado shrugged sitting down to eat his lunch. Had Shizuo eaten yet? Or was Izaya starving him? "You got detention man. You never play up in class. Its always me." The blond grinned widely taking a mock bow. "Oh, I know. Did you get a girlfriend?"

Mikado froze at that, seeing Anri do the same. "Don't tell me... You and Anri-chan are together?" And now he did feel his face turn red, though he was thinking about a different gender completely. "No, we're friends." The blushing girl nodded in agreement, looking down at her lunch. "That's no fun, are you coming chick hunting with me then?"

The teen finished his mouthful, staring at him blankly. "You know I have detention." He smiled at the pout Kida gave him. "What about you then? Anri-chan. Do you want to come chick hunting?" Letting out a sigh, he gave the over excited teen a whack on the head. "Your jokes are getting worse."

Shizuo rolled over, blinking, a yawn escaping him as he brought up his hand to cover his mouth. Still tiny then, though he was now getting used to it. Opening his eyes, he found himself looking into crimson ones. For some reason he was in Izaya's palm. "You finally woke up. I feel sorry for Tom, if all you do is sleep all day." Before he could reach for one of those slim digits and snap it in half, he was lifted into the air, by the back of his clothes.

"Come on, Protozoan, I don't want Celty after me if you die of starvation." The blond blinked in confusion as he was set down on the coffee table, in front of a small white plastic takeaway box. From the smell, he knew it was Russian Sushi. "Try not to make too much of a mess." Glancing up he watched the flea eat his own.

Shizuo felt his face heat up, a satisfied moan leaving Izaya as he chewed his food. Turning away, he hid behind his own, looking for a fork. There wasn't one in the box. "Oi, flea. Get me a fork." He was ignored, a blissful look on his enemy's face. Jumping from the table, the blond rolled into a ball, running along the floor.

In his smaller form he was quickly running out of energy, stopping at the end of the sofa. Sitting down, he rested for a few minutes, just until he got his breath back. Then he was up and running again, pausing twice more until he reached the kitchen. Looking up he planned his route up to the draw where the cutlery was kept.

Once he was standing on top of the wide counter, Shizuo lay on his belly, reaching down for the drawer handle and pulling it open. Once again he realised how screwed he would be if he didn't have his strength. Jumping down and reaching for a fork, the blond slipped, cursing as his strength, sent the drawer flying back, leaving him in darkness.

"Fuck!" The blond groaned as he hit his head, standing up wasn't an option. He couldn't see anything, so how did he know what to hit to get the hell out? Using his tiny hands he felt around in the dark, wincing as pain shot through his hand. He wasn't sure what he had just touched, but he could feel something running down his fingers.

Shizuo tripped again on his next step, a searing pain ran through his leg. Swallowing his pride he did what he never wanted to, he called the flea for help. "Izaayyyaaaaaaaa!" He wondered if his smaller voice carried or if Izaya was done with his ootoro. Deciding it was safer to stay still, he screamed his head off and waited.

Izaya opened his eyes savouring the last mouthful of his delicious ootoro, noticing the blond was gone. "Shizu-chan?" Opening the lid further, he checked to see if the miniature protozoan had fallen in. He wasn't there and the food was untouched. Ah, he hadn't given him a fork.

The drawer was closed, still he opened it anyway, just in case the protozoan had gotten into trouble, being the clumsy oaf he was. Along with the normal cutlery, he kept his sharp knives in there as well, so they were out of sight, when Namie was doing the cooking. Otherwise she might be tempted to throw them at him.

He heard a breathless shout as soon as he opened it. Shizu-chan was sitting down, leg stretched out in front of him. His sharp gaze picked up the split in the trouser leg and the droplets of blood, running down tiny fingers. The blond was inches away from a sharp knife and had no doubt cut himself on it. Moving the knife away, Izaya picked up the blond only for the him to shiver and cling to his finger.

Closing the drawer, he carried him to the sink. "Are you ever careful?" The blond said nothing, his breathing uneven as he sat on the side of the sink, blood running from his leg. Crimson eyes watched him, even as he dug out the first aid kit. Testing the water was warm enough, he grabbed the bleeding hand, pulling it under the tap, earning a small hiss from the blond.

Shizuo blinked at the pain, realising he was out of the drawer and that the flea was tending to his cuts? Biting his lip, he felt the antiseptic pad being wiped across his palm, already knowing it would probably scar. His good hand held onto his pants, when Izaya tried to pull them off. "Do you want it to get infected? I could cut them off anyway." Knowing he had no choice, he undid the velcro, yanking the material off with the flea's help.

Izaya laughed at him as he jolted, the coldness of the sink touching his skin. Glancing down he could see the thin line of blood running down his leg. He supposed it could have been worse, he could have kept moving and accidentally lost a few fingers. He was held still when his leg was cleaned. The antiseptic stinging as it got into the larger cut.

Shizuo looked away, not wanting to see his enemy cut the bandages to the correct size, since plasters would be too big. Not that he wasn't grateful, but they hated each other, they spent every waking moment trying to kill on another. And yet here the flea was dressing his cuts, carefully wrapping a bandage around his leg, checking whether it was too loose or too tight. "Hold still, Protozoan."

An even small piece of bandage was wrapped around his palm, tied neatly, after all they both had a fair amount of wounds they had to deal with and Shinra wasn't always there. The blond wobbled as he stood, nimble fingers catching him. "Thanks." He could feel his eyes widen, at the word that had just left his mouth.

Glancing up from where he was sitting in Izaya's palm, he could see widened crimson eyes, reflecting the same shock. He had just thanked someone he supposedly hated. Damn, he was screwed, they hated each other... didn't they? The moment was ruined by a loud grumble, coming from his stomach. Flopping back down, he allowed himself to be carried.