Izaya really had no idea why Shizuo was acting this way and currently he really didn't give a damn. Everything was burning inside him. Everything was threatening to kill him. His head throbbed, his eyes kept threatening to fall as if he hadn't slept in days and, worst of all, he had a feeling that if he made any more motions to leave then his stomach would relieve itself of its contents. Again the blonde seemed to blur and sway under his intense glare.
Izaya was going to faint. Soon.
"Come on Shizu-chan~!" He would not be that person to show weakness in the last few minutes of his life. There would be no begging or crying or pleading for life; at least, not if he could help it.
Still, the blonde remained silent as he smoked into his face and watched him. His face was a mask of indifference.
How bothersome.
Very well then, he would just have to take matters into his own hands.
Izaya shuffled towards the edge of the couch and prepared to fall off and bleed to death. Vallhala, here I come~
…
or not.
Shizuo held him in place and his mocha colored eyes shone in shock. "Don't even think of trying that Flea."
"Hmm? Trying what? I was going to get a glass of water since someone is a terrible host."
Shizuo shook his head, "You can't handle anything right now."
"Really; and what, pray tell, led you to this deduction, my dear Watson?"
"You already woke up twice before and have wanted the same thing."
…
Izaya threw his head back and laughed, despite the terrible pain and the horrifying implications of what the man had said. "I've woken up twice? Really? Am I becoming like some great damsel in distress from all the movies? What? Are you going to find a way to live with an amnesiac who suddenly finds himself deeply in love with the monster that saved him?" He forced himself to stop laughing for the sake of his chest that was burning hotter than hell. "I'd hate to break it to you, but I remember everything, even my hatred of you." Shizuo leaned back on the couch and began to rub his head as though he was developing a large headache. "Shizu-"
"Are you really that incapable of shutting the hell up?"
"Yes," Izaya smiled at him happily before beginning to whine again. He didn't know how or why, but this was all his fault. If it weren't for Shizuo, he would have died a bloody, but extravagant death. Not that he wasn't grateful for some extra decades upon decades of life, but still… "-and furthermore Shizu-chan, your couch is uncomfortable. Do us all a favor and go die."
The man was hardly listening before he reached over and grabbed a glass from the end table. He drank liberally before setting it down and propping his feet up on the coffee table. "You're welcome, Flea."
Huh? Had he said thank you? What in the- Izaya paused in thought as he felt the empty space in his pocket. The void of his pocket was unnervingly vast.
"The infamous switchblade. A classic," the dark figure chuckled as he held the switchblade up to shine in the storm's fierce might. "You won't mind if I take this, do you? It's not like you'll need it where you're going."
"IZAYA!"
"Huh?" Izaya looked up blankly as he was snapped from his reverie.
"I asked you what you were thinking." The debt collector frowned at him and felt his forehead.
"I do believe I told you to fuck off, Shizu-chan."
~.~
There was a strange quiver to the informant's comment. After about five minutes of the man actually shutting up, Shizuo had almost thought the man had fallen asleep. The look that he'd had on his face however; that had claimed a different story. The normal pale features of the man had turned ashen, his eyes dimmed. The normal crimson color had gone into a deep burgundy, making it seem like Izaya was dying on the inside.
By the way the man was acting though, Shizuo had prepared to ignore him and was going to until he started to look away. Izaya was actually shaking. Tremors caused his hands to shift in his lap as he looked off towards the living room wall. His fists clenched tightly as he gazed off into space.
"Shizu-chan~!" Izaya dodged another vending machine and smirked as he continued on.
"IZAAAYAAAAA-KUNNNNNNN!" Shizuo lofted a bench into his throwing hand and aimed towards the informant as they ran down the streets of Ikebukuro. The city goers paused and retreated to the buildings while tourists snapped a photo. The debt collector was oblivious to it all as he watched that damn jacket flutter in the wind and the owner of said jacket leap and fly down the road ahead of him. They turned into an alley and Izaya turned to smile even more. "Izayaaaaaaaaa…" The name ripped from deep within the debt collector's throat as a low predatory roar, scaring the citizens into buildings lining the streets.
"I bet you want to know why I was so kind as to stop that young man from shivering."
Shizuo stalked forward, past stinky trash and the filthiest of grime that littered the alley. Finally, after years upon years of chasing, the flea was cornered.
The informant didn't look worried in the slightest. "It's weak, you know, crying. All that pain and the tears that are shed is just attention grabbers. It won't bring back what is lost and neither will that guy's shaking and depression."
Just mere feet away…
So close…
Just as the blonde became within grabbing distance to the man, Izaya lunged forward and sliced at him; creating yet another tear in his wardrobe. Shocked by the sudden movement, Shizuo took a step back and raised a hand to his chest, feeling the initial pain of another wound that would need Shinra's attention when he got the chance.
"I would love to stay and play with you today, Shizu-chan, but I have work to do. Dasvidanya." The raven-haired man sprinted off as Shizuo felt his anger overtake him.
"IZAAAAAAAAAAAYAAAAAAAAAAA~!"
Shizuo looked at the informant again as he thought back to that one particular chase of many. Just attention grabbers. It won't bring back what is lost. So why was he in such a mood.
There was only one way to find out. Shizuo dumped his dying cigarette in the ashtray and faced the informant head on. "What are you thinking?"
"…"
"Flea?" He snapped his fingers in front of the man's face and was startled when the man didn't respond. "IZAYA!"
"Huh?" Light flickered in the man's eyes as he came back to reality. Still he shook slightly. By now, a sheen of sweat had come to be on the guy. Shit, he wasn't running a fever was he? The last thing that Shizuo really wanted to do was have to take care of a sick flea. A healthy flea was bad enough.
"I asked you what you were thinking." Frowning, Shizuo reached forward and felt the warmth that radiated off the informant. He was getting sick.
"I believe I told you to fuck off, Shizu-chan."
"You're sick."
"Sticks and stones, Shizu-chan." The informant smirked and attempted to bury his face into a pillow. "…Dish shmelsh bad…"
"What," Shizuo frowned more as he stared at the man. How the hell was he supposed to know what the guy was saying when he was like this?
Izaya lifted his head up and rested his chin on the pillow, "I said, this pillow smells like shit."
"It smelled fine until I ended up having to have a flea sleep on it."
"Ouch!" The flea's eyes shone in his sick sense of humor and he managed to get up a bit more. "You're so mean~! No wonder you live alone."
"Yeah, well-"
CRUNCH.
" Izaya!" Shizuo nearly jumped out of his skin as the flea started to fall off the couch again, something made a loud crunch sound and the informant's neck wound started to bleed out. Shizuo barely caught the informant. "Shit. I thought I told you to stop-" He paused at the idle limb body that remained unmoving in his arms. Shizuo hurried down the hall and flicked on the light to the bathroom. The tile shone the foubescent lighting around the room as the debt collector rewrapped the informant's neck. The man had fallen unconscious. Again, this feeling passed through the blonde.
He was far less annoying like this… There was something about the way he changed. Consciously, he was a complete ass. But right now…
The flea was so fragile looking. His face had quickly enough went blank, taking on a look of tranquility. That arrogant smirk faded into nothing and the furrowing of his brows disappeared. Well, time to stop these feelings that were running through him.
"Flea…FLEA! Get the hell up!"
He gently shook the informant and watched the man slowly return to semi-consciousness. Good, now he would go back to being a complete bastard and remind him why he hated the man.
"Shizu…" The informant sounded raspy, as if he were losing his voice.
"Yeah, get up." He felt himself giving the informant a murderous glare, but did nothing to stop himself.
The informant's arms moved slowly upwards, pausing as his wounds caused him to wince. Those arms went around his shoulders and the man adjusted himself to fit in the blonde's arms. That soft lithe body molded itself against him again, just like with his leg and the flea mumbled almost unintelligibly. Only a few words were audible, "no one can kill my Shizzy-chan…"
What.
The.
Hell?
The blonde remained immobile in the middle of the room, mocha eyes glued to the small man in his arms. The flea said… what?
The informant held onto his chest weakly and nuzzled into his shirt, reminding the debt collector of a stray cat. Still, something in him was reaching its limit. It felt like something was bottled up, ready to burst and overflow from his chest. The atmosphere was making him feel lightheaded, anxious. He couldn't describe it, and he dared not even try.
With a sigh, Shizuo carried the man to his room with him. It was just so that the stupid informant didn't kill himself by trying to dive off his couch again.
