Good day to you all:D

I had the most amazing weekend with my anime friends, how was yours?

At the end of this chapter I'm going to be asking for some fluff ideas/requests. PM or review what you want! I'm willing to work with anything and the chapter will be dedicated to you^_^

Thank you to all of you amazing people, you just basically make my life. No kidding.

Usual Disclaimer: blah blah blabity blah I don't own.

The raven haired informant heaved a sigh as he rolled over under his heavy burgundy comforter. It had been three days since he killed the Yokokawa brothers. The police hadn't made a big deal of it since they were wanted anyway. Izaya winced as he accidentally hit one of his bruised ribs while trying to situate the blankets around him. It was one of the many minor injuries he was recovering from. Luckily, his face was already healed of the bruising. It was probably because his body was so used to being hurt, what with his numerous run-ins with Shizuo since high school. Over the years, he had received many injuries but never showed any sign of the pain. The only time he ever gave in to it was when he was alone at home, like he was now. 'Shizu-chan...'

He remembered the conversation he had with Shinra the previous day when he came to check on him.

"Are you going to avoid him?" the bespectacled man asked. He heard what had happened and felt sorry for his friends.

When Izaya didn't reply, Shinra said, "He's really sorry. I've never seen him so down."

Still getting nothing, he left Izaya with a "You two should talk and work things out. I'm sure it will be okay."

Izaya just laid in bed to rest and said to an empty room, "I don't even know what's wrong."

The truth was, Izaya was recovering from more than physical injuries. His mental state of godlike superiority had barely sustained the heavy blow it was dealt. The pieces of his ego were broken and splintered and he was trying hard to put them back together. Behind an old door in a backstreet of his mind, a deeper version of his own voice kept taunting him with the events of the past few days. It said things like,

'You allowed a savage beast to do your job. You let him act as the big brother you were meant to be. As if that weren't enough, you showed weakness in front of him. What did that get you but a knife twisted in your back. How could you trust something so inhuman? You were betrayed and left to die at the hands of scum. How can you call yourself a god?'

He clutched shaking hands at his face, wanting for it to stop. He thought back, 'Shizuo is the only exception! He's not one of my precious humans so I can never predict what he's going to do next! I was wrong to trust him!' But his thoughts were contradicted by the things he remembered feeling when Shizuo helped him. When he saved his life. He wanted to trust someone so badly so he abandoned all rationality and put his faith in someone he thought he hated. He realized he was struggling with the question of if that hate still remained. And until he had an answer, he would stay away from Ikebukuro.

X~X~X

The ex-bartender leaned against an alley wall, taking a drag from his cancer stick. Shinra's reaction to how he was perfectly healthy while smoking every day vaguely crossed his mind. He was avoiding thinking about anything to do with the flea and so far, it was working. He just focused on work with Tom. It was only right now on his break that Izaya crossed his mind. 'Izaya...'

Whenever he thought about him, he felt like someone kicked him in the heart. His chest hurt so bad with the mere thought of what he did. He had betrayed Izaya and he wasn't about to live it down. His conscience wouldn't let him. Why did he feel so horrible for almost getting the louse killed? He thought that he wanted him gone so that he could live in peace but now he wasn't so sure. Even though he ended up saving his life, he couldn't just forget that he was the one who put him in danger in the first place. He also couldn't forget the sound of Izaya's sob. It killed him and made his heart hurt more than before.

'I feel awful. I must not hate him as much as I thought. I didn't even go into a rage when he came back for me. Maybe Ikebukuro can still be peaceful even with Izaya alive. I really need to tell him that he doesn't owe me. I need to apologize.'

Having made his decision, he dropped his cigarette to the ground, snuffed it out, and went to tell Tom he was heading to Shinjuku.

X~X~X

Izaya had finally fallen into a somewhat peaceful sleep after slamming the inner door in his mind. He wouldn't kick himself while he was down, it just wouldn't do any good. Yeah, he was still hurting, but chose to focus on the good things. He stared dreaming about how Shizuo looked when he tried to apologize on the way to Shinra's. He thought about how sad he looked when he saw him crying over Toin's body. He thought of how gentle his deep voice was when he was trying to soothe him and make him calm down. It didn't exactly bring a smile to his face but it certainly helped him stop shaking. It was strange that those things helped but he thought it best to not think so much about it. He was so tired of questioning motives and meanings and Izaya just once wanted to do what felt right. He ignored the possibility of getting hurt and erased all memories of his trust being betrayed.

He wanted to move on. So he did the best he could.

Now he just needed to see Shizu-chan but he didn't know if he was ready...

X~X~X

Shizuo made his way down the hall to Izaya's apartment. He stopped in front of the door and downed the rest of his bottle of milk. Its coolness on his tongue made him feel a bit better but he knew it did little to ease his guilty conscience. He threw the bottle down the end of the hall to a garbage can and it went in with scary good accuracy. Then he drew in a breath and knocked on the door.

X~X~X

Izaya was drifting in and out of sleep again when he was disturbed by a knock on his apartment door. He knew Namie wouldn't answer it because he told her to take a couple days off until he got back to work. She was probably having a blast stalking her little brother and coming up with new schemes to drive a wedge between him and Mika Harima.

The only person it could be was Shinra and Izaya was a little ticked off he didn't call before coming to check on him. He hissed in pain as he rolled over and hit his bruised ribs again. Then he got up and walked out of his bedroom with his comforter wrapped around him.

The knocking picked up again as he was five feet away so he called out, "I'm coming, almost there!" a bit angrily.

He finally shuffled in front of his door and undid the locks. "Shinra, I told you to call firs-" he started while opening the door but stopped himself when he realized who was standing behind it.

Well that was fun! And semi-depressing. Who am I kidding, I was crying while writing this.

I ran out of time today so I decided to cut it off there. I didn't want to skimp out on the heartfelt conversation I have planned so we'll just leave it for next time.

Review and tell me what your favorite anime is and why, I just want to know:)

***Gimme some cutesy fluff ideas! I think the next chapter I'll write one of my own but I'd like to do requests. I really love writer-reader interaction, I think it makes you feel a part of the story. Maybe something to do with Halloween? If you can't think of anything, that's quite alright. Just sit back and enjoy! I probably won't start writing the adorable moments until they admit their love.

Until we meet again, my pretties...