Their lips stayed melded together for several minutes as the women started in astonishment. Shizuo pulled back only to stare at the women in wonder. "What?"

If one word could trigger a fierce explosion, it was that question. The women squealed hopping on their feet. "Oh my GAWD!"

"I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!"

"THIS IS WHY YAOI EXISTS!"

Yaoi…

Shizuo frowned, what in the world could that mean?

Izaya was frozen in horror. He didn't move a muscle as Shizuo pulled him close and growled. "get out."

The women smiled at him, "Of course."

"Bye~"

"We'll see you later~."

A flash coerced Shizuo into a series of blinks, trying to regain his sight. The women laughed, rushing from the area as fast as they could.

"That was weird…" Effective, but weird.

"Protozoan…" Izaya glared at him, too breathless to fully speak, "you have no idea what you've done… do you?"

"I stopped them from bothering you."

"YAOI MEANS THEY THINK WE'RE GAY!"

Shizuo blinked before shrugging, "problem solved. You aren't going to be bothered by any more women."

Izaya opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, beyond words. He shook and Shizuo watched his face turn red, getting darker and darker.

"You're welcome." Shizuo stood up, grabbing his milk before going to sit down on his couch and watch some television. "Feel free to join, flea."

Izaya smiled, going before the television and blocking the screen.

"Move."

"Nope."

"MOVE FLEA!"

Ah, normalcy, you slowly return. Izaya reached behind the television and, with the pilfered knife, nipped the cord to the box.

Shizuo's gaze turned dark, "I-za-ya~ what the hell did you DO TO MY TV?" Shizuo ripped the leg of his coffee table off, glaring at him.

Finally…

Izaya awaited the throw, ready for the dodge and chase, the thrill of the fighting. He smirked his trademark smirk at the blond, watching him get pissed. He was so close, just so very close…

"Ah~ Shizu-chan~ What a pathetic monster…"

Bingo.

Shizuo stood up in an offensive position, arm preparing for the fated throw that would begin the ultimate chase. The beginnings of another beautiful hatred.

Shizuo began to laugh, his whole person shaking in amusement. "Nice try~ it's too late to prove you're a bastard."

"Fuck you."

Shizuo dropped the coffee table leg, grabbing instead the informant's arm and dragging him in close. The man hovered over him, "don't say things you don't mean."

Izaya spun on his heals, going towards the door, "forget it. I'm leaving. I'll find a real bodyguard. I'll be fine on my own otherwise. I'll-"

Shizuo spun him around and slammed him against the door, smirking a bit. The informant felt his face take on a look of shock only seconds before Shizuo was kissing him…

AGAIN.

He shoved at the brute, sliding down to the floor before wiping his mouth in disgust. He glared up at him, his face burning with shame. "What the hell?"

Shizuo smiled at him, "You are gay."

"Bisexual, but NOT interested." Izaya slid to the side and grabbed the door handle, starting to open the door when it was slammed shut on him again. Shizuo turned his face to look at him before leaning in close.

"Not interested? Then why is your face red?"

"Because you're a furnace and I am coming down with a fever from being too close to a monster for such a long time."

"That's bullshit." Shizuo turned and headed back to his couch. "If you're going out, you owe me a new tv. I guess I have to thank you though, my tv was going out anyway."

Izaya looked over at him before stabbing the wall. "The wall need a hole in it as well, Shizu-chan?"

Shizuo glared at him a minute before his eyes widened. Frowning, Izaya looked only to shriek, falling back into the arms of one running brute. Shizuo caught him and dragged him towards the bedroom. "I owe you for that. The damn apartment is invested. They probably would have ruined all of my things if you hadn't stabbed the wall like that."

Izaya just stopped thinking. That was it. He was done. He couldn't stop it. It was as if the whole world was relying on him being a good person. He would have to give up, give in to the change.

Shizuo packed a bag before calling the main owner of the apartment complex and explaining what he had found out. Izaya remained sitting by the door, watching silently as the insects crawled out of the wall. Disgusting.

"Come on, Izaya. We'll stay at your place." Shizuo wrapped an arm around him and held his bag over his shoulder, walking them out.

The reactions of his humans was shocking.

"…Is…is that Orihara and Heiwajima?"

"…Damn, those drugs were powerful!"

"OH MY GOD!"

"…damn, I must be hornier than I thought."

"I wanna be in that sandwich."

"It's…just…so… beautiful…"

"NOOOO! HOW DARE THAT BLOND MONSTER TAKE ORIHARA!"

"Fur trimmed coats… sure fire sign that the man's a gay."

"Those hips screamed homosexual."

"Well, at least the streets are safer now than ever before."

"Heiwajima's strength and Orihara's selflessness. I'm getting a need to draw some great fanart of those two as superheroes."

Izaya looked around as Shizuo led him to the outskirts of Ikebukuro and they entered Shinjuku. The blond seemed oblivious to the conversations.

"So who would top in that?"

"Oh…to be the uke for that…"

"Is everyone thinking with their hormones today?"

Izaya and Shizuo heard their names called as a trio of Riara students caught up to them. Kida grinned, "SUP GUYS! Heard the news, congrats!"

Mikado nodded, looking like he was feeling completely awkward around them. Izaya sighed before looking at them with his trademark smirk, "my humans are just so naïve. Thinking and assuming so much about little old me."

Shizuo shook his head, smirking a bit as well, "he's been humble as hell the entire time I've been with him."

Kida frowned a bit, "why did you save Yuhei-san?"

"I assure you the experience would have best been avoided, but someone was chasing me with a stop sign." Izaya shot the brute a look and Shizuo laughed, making the other four stiffen.

"Damn, Flea. Don't dump all the credit on me."

"But truly if Shizu-chan hadn't been trying to pound me into the ground again, I wouldn't have been running in the direction in the first place."

Kida and Mikado seemed to understand. They both frowned as Shizuo laughed harder.

"Idiot." He ruffled Izaya's hair and nodded to the kids, "we're heading home. You all should probably head to school."

"Right…" Kida grinned at him and grabbed Anri's and Mikado's hands. "You take it easy Heiwajima-san! Have fun being a superhero Orihara-san!"

Izaya looked at Shizuo brightly, "I should probably escort them to-"

"Nonsense. Come on, louse."

"Wha-" Izaya was tugged away from the safety of the high schoolers and led deeper into the area of Shinjuku. The blond opened his door and looked around his apartment, nodding.

"Looks like nothing much changed."

Izaya looked around and blinked. Someone had done some redecorating.

He didn't remember having at least two vending machines… nor any stop signs… nor did he remember the dirty toys sitting on his coffee table.

Humans were strange fetish-loving creatures…

~.~

A/N: If you think you're getting away, I WILL PROVE YOU WRONG! I'll take you all the way, boy just come along. Just listen when I say~ It's murder on the dancefloor~ but you better not kill the groove. –singing and dancing-

I… have no idea… I'm going to work. Later peeps. Leave me a review, I read 'em during my breaks and laugh maniacally as I type more.