Hey guys, Sorry for the wait, here is two more chapters for you! (originally one chapter, I broke it in to two)
Enjoy!
'Hmm, When did this bed ever feel so comfortable? The pillow is just the right height... and... so warm.'
Never opening his eyes, Izaya stayed in his current position.
'Mmm, I think I'll sleep a bit longer.'
Just as the thought crossed his mind, he decided to flip over on the opposite side to squeeze every bit of contentment from his current sleeping arrangement. He began to tense his muscles and turn over but immediately let out a whimper in pain, recalling the beating he had received. After completing his current mission for more comfort, he plopped back down on his opposite side. His eyes shot open at the pain but only to find something right in front of his face.
"Itaiiiii..." He whined while trying to focus his eyes on what was in front of him. The room was still dimly lit, the morning sun had not fully risen yet. Izaya's eyes zoned in on the shine of the object, the rest of the room still too dark to see. He backed his head up just enough to let the object come into focus.
'A belt buck-'
The informant jumped up when his pillow started moving, he gasped in pain with each movement.
'WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!?'
Completely confused and still slightly out of it, he became even more shocked when his gaze traveled along his pillow. Before he could yell or protest that the blonde was in his bed, an arm came around his neck pushing him back down to lay on his back. A pained moan escaped his lips before he could speak.
"Shiz-."
The informant calmed after a hand placed itself over his mouth.
"Shut up."
...
Izaya laid completely still. His eyes still wide and he was now fully alert.
'What the hell is going on!?'
Shizuo moved his hand a bit, readjusting his hold over the informant's mouth. He knew that once he removed it, he was going to get pelted with a barrage of questions. He really just wanted the informant to rest comfortably just a little longer... or maybe let himself rest comfortably just a little bit longer.
Izaya was so still he almost forgot to breathe and his cheeks were heating up a bit. No matter how hard he tried to speak, nothing would come out. It was like his vocal chords no longer worked and it was beginning to frighten him.
He was feeling that oh-so-familiar-heat all over him again. His eyes became half lidded and his breathing heightened. To him, this feeling was so much better than the fever... even if it was caused by the blonde. It was clear that Shizuo didn't realize he gave a command because his hand was still planted on the informant's mouth.
Izaya shifted a bit, he was still feeling out of place and didn't really know what to do. The sound of jingling filled his ears as he moved and his eyes widened a bit. The sweet smell of cigarettes on the blonde's hand filled his nose. A whimper of pain escaped the informant's mouth when a bit of pressure came down on his busted lip before the hand left him. No strange feeling, no breeze of nakedness acrossed his neck, no fever, what was left? Comfort.
The informant felt the heat creep over him, into every crevice of his being. He hated Shizuo, the monster. That unpredictable protozoan who always seemed to be the only person who could put him in a situation where he didn't know what to do, or how to react, the only person he couldn't figure out.
Shizuo stayed still silently watching Izaya. What could he say? What was he going to do to explain? He was hoping he would have been able to escape before the informant woke up, that plan was now a bust. What on earth was he going to say?
'Wait... He's the one who pulled me back, right? ...Nuzzled into my lap like a puppy, right? It was his fault and I told him to shut up... Now he thinks I did this... or atleast he thinks that I want this. I don't want this..'
...
'Right...?'
The informant's eyes were back to half lidded openings, glazed over with some sort of reaction.
'Why does he always get that look? It swallows me up into some black hole... I've never seen this look before or in between commands. It has been happening so often and last time I... I...'
Shizuo's face was starting to color with different shades of pink and red as he recalled the incident. He wondered if the informant remembered yet. He had his blindfold around his neck tightly.. very much like the collar.. did he miss it? His lower half began to stir awake as he recalled the events. Izaya must have liked it, he'd never seen the informant make any of those faces before, or any of those sounds, it was truly something he never expected. He didn't know that Izaya could be so cute... no... so sexy.
The informant tried to even his breathing but his chest began to rise and fall much faster. His mind was reeling, everything that Shizuo had done for him over the past week was filling his mind. Even though the blonde hated him and wanted to kill him, he was here. He was in the informant's bed, acting as a pillow. What was he aiming for? Comfort? Attention? He was holding back his strength, his anger, for the sake of a crazy informant? Izaya's face darkened further.
'He touched me, he felt me, he comforted me, he saved me from the sickness, from a sour client. He's wasting time with me... What happened to the brute?'
'What is this?'
Just then Shizuo's leg moved a bit and he gently placed Izaya's head on the bed. He then got up and walked out of the room, his face hidden by bangs.
Izaya laid there still other than raising an arm to cover his eyes as the sun crept up from the horizon. He was at a loss for words... even thoughts.
'It couldn't be...'
The informant didn't really want to move. He was feeling so cold, so lonely, so lost.
'I couldn't be...'
His arm came down from his head and tugged at the shirt he was wearing.
'Of all the things that had happened this week, why is it that this... this situation is the thing that stirs me the most? These small sweet gestures. He's a monster! He can't be like this! We have to go back! He can't be...'
...
A tear came from his crimson eyes as he closed them and raised his arm to cover his eyes once more.
'Human?'
Izaya wanted to jump up and insult the blonde, watch him throw a table, be cursed at, be called 'flea', 'louse' or some other insulting name. He wanted to dodge his punches... not be held by him.
'Right?'
Izaya was completely conflicted. Everything he knew and loved about his life was crashing down around him. It seemed like everything he felt and thought of Shizuo was completely opposite.
'I can't possibly favor any human over another... well, there is Shinra. I do think he is exceptional... and Celty-san, too, but wait she isn't human either. No, that isn't the same feeling. But he's not a human... he's a monster... and a man! No, no... I should know better than anyone, as an informant, that the heart doesn't choose gender. No, no, now you're forgetting that he's a monster. He's... he's.. just Shizuo! You can't have those types of feelings! Especially for him!'
Izaya jumped up from his current spot on the bed and decided that now was a good time to clear his head and freshen himself up a bit. He opened the door and peeked down the hall to find the blonde laying on the couch. Hands resting behind his head, he was just staring at the ceiling. Little did the informant know.. Shizuo was having very similar thoughts about his own actions recently. How could he dare care for a little douche bag flea like Izaya?
The informant turned the corner and went into the bathroom. After turning on the water he began to undress himself, taking note of all the bruises and marks on his body. He had gotten quite the beating at such and inconvenient time. Moving slowly, he slid his pants off, wincing slightly at each painful movement. He felt... dirty, As if someone violated his space, his mind, but even worse.. his body.
Izaya slipped into the shower after getting fully undressed. He let the water flow over him and wash away his worries even if he knew it was only for the moment. His mind began to think clearly for the first time of the day. Didn't Shizuo have to work today? What was he going to do? Stay home with a fever? Maybe go with him? As if that would happen.
Shinra walked into the living room, after seeing the blonde awake with a blank stare, he smirked to himself.
"Going to work today? "
"Well, yeah.. I have to..." Shizuo said with a sarcastic tone.
"So, you don't want to?"
Shizuo closed eyes and looked away as he sighed.
"The whole reason I am here is so that the flea doesn't get sick. If I go to work then he will get sick anyway... I saw it happen. So, how am I even helping?"
"Ya know, Shizuo-kun, It's amazing that you are even helping him, or that you two haven't killed each other yet. It's mostly his fault things are like this anyway, so I doubt a little punishment will kill him. Although, it IS a master's duty to take his pet for a walk."
Shizuo opened his eyes and moved from the couch to get ready for work. He thought for a moment about what Shinra said, but anything happening that involved him was usually Izaya's fault. What bothered him about it was that he said 'mostly.' He knew Shinra had something to do with it but if he could have stopped it he would have by now right? And take his 'pet' for a walk? It is true that Izaya hadn't been outside other than yesterday.
'I could atleast take him for a walk, I guess. He hasn't been outside much and when he finally went out he got hurt. It probably wouldn't hurt...'
Just as Shizuo was headed for the bathroom the informant walked out... in just a towel. Izaya's face turned bright red and he turned his head to the side and was just about to feel embarrassed when he realized the most important thing to him. He could act normal, he had to. Plus if Shizuo really did care for him in some way he could use it to his advantage.
Just as Shizuo's eyes widened at the 'almost' embarrassed flea, he watched as his face fell to the normal smirk. His cheeks were still red and eyes still glossy, it made his smirk seem a little sexy, but his body was covered in bruises and the blonde felt guilty. He could tell that his mouth moved to say something, probably some witty retort but nothing came out with his hand on his hip bone that was conveniently exposed. With that, the informant's smirk faded as if he remembered something horrible and he turned back into his room to get dressed.
'I forgot I can't speak... this is going to be one hell of a day... this heat all day...'
Izaya was getting dressed, what was he going to do for the day? How was he going to deal with the fever?
'Torture.'
When Izaya came out of his room fully dressed in his signature outfit, now with collar and blind fold included. He looked at Shinra and gestured toward the door, trying to tell him that he was going to go out and then headed for the door. Shinra stopped him and turned him around. The blonde was currently dressed and putting on his shoes. Never looking toward Izaya, he spoke.
"Flea, you are coming with me to work."
Izaya's eyes widened and he felt a warm sensation spread throughout his chest as if someone just gave him a big hug. Even though he couldn't speak he didn't have to go through the fever, but the heat that he felt from the command was still taking hold of him. This was also the perfect chance for him to help himself be more... his self. He needed to atleast try to bring things back to the way they were. The only thing he was worried about, the only reason he hadn't been picking on the brute at all was the fact that he didn't know what Shizuo would make him do. It seemed like the blonde was warming up to him and if that wasn't the perfect chance to bring him down... then he didn't know what was. Izaya smirked after a few moments and the blonde was ready to go. Shizuo looked over the informant once before opening the door and heading outside, Izaya followed.
They walked in complete silence, Izaya following behind the towering blonde. Of course, in Izaya's position, if the blonde didn't say anything then nothing would be said. Izaya rolled his eyes at this. He couldn't let the blonde win and that's why he didn't attempt to have him reverse the command. Not that a brainless beast like him would understand the gestures of an intellectual informant.
As the informant followed Shizuo, he noticed that he was being recognized as well as the blonde. The two recognized together after all that Dollars chat?
'Ehehehehehehehe this is going to get good.'
The whispers and reactions that some of his humans gave were just flat out amusing. If his vocal chords were working at the moment and he didn't have this stupid blush on his face then he would probably go on a trolling spree. Just the thought of his humans worrying so frantically over him and Shizuo's relationship just made him want to hang all over the blonde and make it muuuuch worse.
Shizuo puffed away at his cigarette as the two reached Shizuo's boss. Tom was watching Izaya suspiciously and almost looked like he questioned whether or not the blonde knew he was being tailed.
"Umm, Got a little tag-along for today?"
Tom looked at Shizuo with eyes wide but was prepared for whatever the blonde was about to say, he was his friend no matter what. Even though Izaya have done some pretty messed up things, none of them ever directly effected Tom in a negative way. One of them even got him this splendid bodyguard, so it wasn't exactly that Tom hated Izaya at all but he was cautious because he knew just what kind of reaction the informant stirred out of his bodyguard. Still he definitely didn't expect him to know he was being followed by him even if it was so obvious, because that would mean...
"Umm, yeah, this stupid louse is gonna come with us today..."
Tom's eyes went wide.
'They are getting along?'
Tom thought for a moment. The blonde hadn't been in work for about a week and Izaya hadn't been seen either in that same amount of time and yet here they both were. Seemingly unharmed other than the bruise on Izaya's left cheek and busted lip. Tom actually wasn't surprised by the informant's injuries at all, rather a bit relieved.
Izaya could feel Tom's gaze on him. He was obviously trying his best to figure out what was going on here but knew better than to ask. Though, Izaya knew that he would try to ask Shizuo later in secret. Izaya was becoming a bit impatient, he was excited thinking maybe he could be a bit useful, maybe get to cut a criminal in debt or two. Something also told him he wouldn't be seeing very much action today, which he frowned at.
Shizuo and Tom were exchanging glances at which the blonde was trying to avoid. Izaya, in the mean time, was spinning in slow circles looking bored and swaying his arms in his jacket pockets. As Shizuo looked back to see what he was doing, their eyes met just as Izaya was licking the wound on the outside of his lip. Shizuo quickly looked away and Izaya gave a sly smile, again. Tom even smirked a bit at their odd behavior and decided it was time to move on.
Shizuo was talking to Tom about the first person they would hit for the day. They agreed to go to the closest one first and they would just have to take the long walk home afterwards but the closest one was still quite a distance from where they were currently.
Izaya could tell it was going to be a while and decided it was definitely time to put some food in his belly. Izaya jumped in front of Shizuo and Tom holding his arms out on either side of him, hoping to stop the two debt collectors.
Tom and Shizuo stopped but it definitely had more to do with the big, genuine smile that was spread acrossed his face. It wasn't right, even though Shizuo had been living in the same house with him for the past week he had never, NEVER seen anything like that. There were a lot of 'firsts' going on between Shizuo and Izaya lately.
Even more weird was the fact that the informant hadn't said ANYTHING all day. Why would he just shut up out of no where like that? Shizuo felt a bit relieved though, considering he had not been pissed off at all at him since he hadn't spoke.
At this thought, he chuckled inwardly.
Even more weird than THAT was that the informant was now making small gestures in front of them like a game of charades.
'Umm? What the hell is going on?'
With out even questioning it, Tom snapped into play. He was watching intently and trying to guess what it was the informant was trying to convey. He was horribly off but Izaya felt glad that he was atleast trying unlike the stupid brute.
Izaya was gesturing his hands towards his mouth and then, moved his cheeks like he was chewing a piece of gum. Not to hard to figure out, right? The flea was hungry, but Shizuo knew that the informant was thinking high of himself and by his body language he could tell that somehow outside these walls he had gotten back that sly little smirk of his that held nothing but a bag of venom, lies, and 'asshole'.
Shizuo had figured out by now that the pink that lightly dusted his cheeks and his silence definitely had something to do with his command this morning. He kind of liked this quiet flea so far.
"Yeah, so you're hungry. We get it." Shizuo said.
Tom turned to look at Shizuo and then back to Izaya. He shifted his gaze back and forth between the two for a while before ultimately speaking aloud.
"Ehhhh! I was really trying, man! Shizuo, you must have gotten to know him pretty well on your little vacation. Tch, to know he was saying he was hungry just from that..."
Shizuo was actually stunned by Tom's stupidity, for once, and Izaya looked amused with Tom's response. He was even MORE amused by Shizuo's response to Tom's response. (lol)
After letting an eyebrow twitch as he puffed his cigarette, he finally spoke.
"I don't really understand you... Did you lose some brain cells when I was gone?"
The debt collector shrugged. "Maybe."
Izaya was blissfully drowning in the stares and expressions on the onlooker's faces. They're utter shock of the informant and exbartender, who fought almost daily and could not be found within 1 mile of each other without a thrown vending machine or traffic sign, standing next to each other not fighting at all. He was skipping his way to Russia Sushi, smiling ALMOST, but not quite, genuinely.
The ex-bartender was watching Izaya, not saying much but a comment or two to his boss. He couldn't help be feel like the informant seemed A LOT happier now that he had gotten out of the house. Most likely, though, because he was surrounded by 'his beloved humans.' Although he seemed a bit overly excited and his superior mask of sorts was back on his still lightly blushing face, Shizuo couldn't help but smile a bit at his behavior.
The informant was the first to see the Russian man standing out front, his harsh voice filling all of their ears.
