For the umpteenth time, forgive my English. I am not a native speaker. And I'm really REALLY sorry I took a long time to update. AND YAY HOLIDAY! LET'S ALL BE HAPPY AND EXCHANGE GIFTS ON CHRISTMAS (aka fanfics and fanarts lolz)!

Disclaimer: Durarara is not yaoi. That being said, I am not the owner, because I write Yaoi lolz. Narita Ryohgo is the owner.

_10. Half Nightmare and Half Comfort

This is ridiculous.

Shizuo stared at the luxurious white ceiing above him with his back on the soft, comfortable king size bed. He sighed as he rethought everything that had happened in these last three weeks.

This is really, really ridiculous.

Never even once the ex-bartender had ever thought that he would have his apartment bombed by some sick stranger (well, he wasn't too surprised to know that the sick fella was related with Izaya), moved to a big, luxurious apartment with bills were all covered by his friend, and had the biggest confusion of what had happened in his life so far.

This is really, REALLY beyond fucking ridiculous.

Never even once he had ever thought there would be a time when he would be living with the person he had hated the most, with the said person lost all of his memories, which made their already weird relationship turned into something much more awkward. Remembering that flea's face once again, Shizuo felt all his uneasiness swirling back to his mind. He furrowed his eyebrows before he closed his honey colored eyes tightly, not wanting to even think where this relationship would go.

This is really…

The blonde didn't want to think about it. Shizuo was the person who was honest with his feelings. If he felt guilty, he would apologize. If he was angry he would try to hold his anger, but with no much luck. He was a simple minded man, but his honesty made his friends around him attracted to him, despite his strength causing fear for most people.

But that's why he didn't want to think about it. Never even once he had ever thought he would have any other feelings for that bastard, except hatred. To know he may have any other feelings for that flea that he may regret later, Shizuo didn't want to think about it. Especially when he himself wasn't even sure what those feelings were.

It wasn't exactly care, he told himself. Because though Shizuo knew that his hatred was slowly disappearing, Shizuo still disliked the raven haired man. He still hated the brunette to forget about their relationship like that, and it was unfair for him to make him felt like such a bad person back there.

It was unfair for Orihara Izaya to let Shizuo think, that maybe—even for just a little—the flea had any feelings for him, before he forgot everything.

He was confused. This guilty feeling that had been swirling in his heart since that incident couldn't be because of love, right? Because no matter what, Izaya was a guy! Wait, scratch that. It wasn't because he was a guy. It was because he was Izaya! To even think that he could care to this bastard made him sick. Still, what was this feeling?

This feeling, was not the same feeling he had towards Celty, Shinra, Akanne, Tom, and Vorona. It was different. It was more painful, and it reminded him of how much he hated Izaya. But it the same time, he was afraid to hurt him.

Maybe Vorona's right. Shizuo thought to himself. Maybe I don't hate him as much as I thought I hate him. Maybe I feel guilty because of that. I make him lose his memories after all.

So, if he regain his memories back… this ache will disappear right? We will go back to our normal relationship, just like how it used to be. This way, everything will be back normal.

Shizuo felt a little smile tugged up a little on his face, thinking that this was the best and what he had been wanting, until one thing crossed his mind. His smile disappeared.

But then… will he still remembers about… what he wanted to say?

"This is annoying!" Shizuo groaned and threw his head back to the soft mattress beneath him. He was a simple minded person, so thinking too much won't do anything good for him. He thought he wanted he and Izaya to be back normal to their former relationship, but he found out he actually didn't really want that. Thinking that he could have a nice relationship with Izaya, he didn't actually want that too. He was even confused of what he really wanted. Shizuo was torn with his feelings between wanting everything went back normal just like before, or actually wanting something to change between him and the louse.

One thing for sure though, he really wanted to know what Izaya was trying to say to him back then.

The blonde ex-bartender gritted his teeth. Was he blinding himself with his own thinking? His friends could be wrong too. Maybe he was right from the start. Maybe he was only feeling guilty for what he had done. Maybe he actually still hated that bastard and he only felt responsible for what have happened with this man; the flea he hated—this louse he wanted to kill…

…this person he wanted to fix.

"Heiwajima-san." A playful, familiar voice called.

Shizuo's eyes snapped open in surprise when he felt a hot breath touched his skin and he found a pair of ruby eyes that was staring into his—only within few inches from his face.

"Wh-WHAT ARE YOU—"

"W-wait! Don't move—Whoaaa!"

Shocked, Shizuo yelled in panic and unconsciously pushed the brunette off the bed to have some space, only to lose his balance and both of the men yelped as their bodies fell from the bed.

"Ouch ouch ouch…" Shizuo gritted his teeth as he tried to holdthe electricity of pain in his head (Dammit! From all places, why should it be his head to hit the floor first?). The ex-bartenderr turned his glare to Izaya—annoyed to be disturbed in his reverie. "Oy! What the hell fle—"

Shizuo stopped his words when he realized the awkward position they were in right now.

Their bodies were against each other, with Shizuo's back on the floor and Izaya above him. The younger man seemed to be surprised too, with his red eyes widened and cheeks tinted with pink that Shizuo couldn't help but to admit that this new expression of Izaya he'd never seen before… was kind of cute.

He thought of that, before he himself felt the colors of embarrassment ascended to his cheeks.

"G-get up!" Shizuo half yelled and half stuttered, and Izaya quickly got up—his face was scarlet red. Shizuo stood up right after Izaya moved from his lap and glared to the ruby eyed man.

"What do you want?" Shizuo growled, annoyed to see the man who oh-so-innocently stared at him. Izaya, who was no longer blushing, simply smiled.

"I'm bored." The brunette whined, and a vein popped in Shizuo's forehead. No, he needed to hold himself. The man in front of him right now wasn't the same flea he had been fighting and trying to kill.

"So? Go fuck yourself. Does that have anything to do with me?" Shizuo snapped and Izaya pouted.

"Heiwajima-san is so cruel." Izaya sang in his playful tone. Izaya smirked and Shizuo glared at this man even more. It had been a week. It had been a fucking week he lived with this bastard, and this person—with or without his memories—was still as annoying as hell.

Who the hell was he thinking? He was Orihara Izaya, dammit.

Shizuo hated it. He hated Izaya for wearing that smirk with such ease. That smirk contained arrogance and pride, the expression that had always irked Shizuo before. And the Izaya right now didn't understand anything of what that expression meant for the ex-bartender… even for himself. He had no memories of everything that had happened. He could cruelly crushed Shizuo with guilt, without even he himself realized it. And Shizuo couldn't blame him.

They had hated each other. And now…

Dammit… why it have to turn out like this?

"Shut up." Shizuo stood up to take a drink and soon Izaya followed like a little kid following his mother. "Ne, Heiwajima-san, I want to go out."

The blonde stopped abruptly, and his face hardened.

"No." The sudden change of Shizuo's tone confused Izaya. It seemed strict, but also contained fear.

Izaya's smirk disappeared. "Why? It has been a week and you never allowed me to go out even once."

The blonde turned his face to Izaya. To Izaya's surprise, despite the taller man's threatening expression, the brunette could see worry behind those honeyish brown eyes.

"Just… don't." Shizuo sighed at the last word and quickly left Izaya all alone and confused in the big apartment. The ex-bartender slammed the door and rested his head on the door, closing his eyes as he light his cigarette. He wanted to go to work—meet with Tom, or with Celty—anything to avoid that flea.

Anything to make this feeling go away from his heart.

***Flashback, a week ago***

"Okay, Shinra… explain."

Shinra gave Shizuo a half hearted laugh, in which Shizuo glared to the doctor. They were in Shinra's living room, sitting on the sofa face to face right after Celty sent Izaya to his room—considering this tense, awkward conversation would be about him. The headless woman in the other hand stood up in the corner of the living room, waiting to stop Shizuo in case the blonde's rage burst.

"Ahahaha, well… where should I start?" Shinra kept his smile on, hoping at least it would calm Shizuo down. Too bad, it actually annoyed Shizuo even more. Realizing Shizuo's death glare, the doctor gulped and decided to be serious, though he must be careful not to let any sign of the real reason why Izaya lost his memories slip from his mouth.

"You can start from WHY you bought me a new apartment." Shizuo spat.

"Ah, well… I just can't stand you keep staying with Tom-san. Knowing you, I believe you won't want to keep bothering your sempai's life right?" Shinra said with a sweet smile, carefully not to make Shizuo's anger lit. "We know you will move from Tom-san's house sooner or later, so Celty and I decided to buy a new apartment for you. We told Tom-san about this, and he agreed to help us move your stuffs to the new apartment."

Shizuo's eyes widened, and he blushed. He seemed to look calmer later, knowing that Shinra and Celty were actually doing it for him. "You don't need to do that, you know. I have my own savings. I was about to buy my own apartment."

"I know you would say something like that, that's why we kept it a secret."

Shizuo stared at the doctor's grey eyes before he sighed and threw his head back to the sofa. "Even so… why at Nakano? And why with… Izaya?" Shizuo's voice got smaller at the last word.

Shinra was surprised that Shizuo didn't go on rampage when they finally went to Izaya problem. Shinra's face turned serious on this.

"Shizuo, do you know that Izaya's apartment was bombed?"

Shizuo's eyes shot opened, and he quickly turned his face to Shinra with a shocked expression plastered on his face. Shinra sighed. Figures.

"What? When?" Shizuo's tone rose up.

"Around the time you brought him here before," The doctor shook his head. "Honestly, Shizuo. I know you're not really the thoughtful person, but it had been on news for about a week! Didn't you watch TV on Tom-san's house?"

The blonde's face paled and his shoulder slumped. He couldn't believe that Izaya's apartment was bombed, just like his. And for God's sake, a week? Had he been that down to not realize everything that happened around him? No… now that he thought about it, Tom did mention about an apartment being bombed in Shinjuku, but Shizuo didn't give it a thought too much.

And why it was bombed? Why? And who did—

Shizuo's eyes snapped open as a certain crazy man came into his mind. He gritted his teeth.

"That… Yado bastard…"

Shinra's eyes furrowed a little. "I'm sorry? I can't hear you Shizuo. Speak louder—"

"Yadogiri." Shizuo spat, feeling a little weird for being able to remember the name now from all time he had been forgetting. "He is the one who shot Izaya that time."

Shinra knew it. Izaya had told him. "Yadogiri Jinnai, huh… Well, we all know Izaya is a bastard and he has many enemies. But this one seems very smart to be able to get Izaya like this…" Shinra hummed. "So you think this person is the one who bombed Izaya's apartment?"

"Definitely. This psycho said he wanted to see Izaya suffer." Shizuo said. His eyes flickered dangerously. Yadogiri… what was his true purpose, seriously? Was he seriously just fooling around? Did he even really want to kill Izaya from the first place?

"So given that Izaya's apartment is bombed, he is almost killed and his life is endangered by some psycho, I can't let Izaya stay in my house any longer." Shinra explained. He stared at Shizuo with a serious face. "It's too dangerous. Let me ask you, is your apartment bombed by the same person?"

Shizuo curled his fist. "Yeah."

"Okay, that makes it even more dangerous for Izaya to stay in Ikebukuro any longer. I don't know why this Yadogiri bombed your apartment if he wanted to make Izaya suffer, but by these acts he has done I know that he knows Izaya pretty well." The doctor said again, and Shizuo paid attention of his every words. "He must be knows that Izaya loves to visit Ikebukuro sometimes. It's too dangerous in here or Shinjuku, that's why I think Nakano is the right place for Izaya to live. Shibuya is too far for me, but Nakano is not too far from Ikebukuro, so I can still check Izaya's condition, and you can still go to work. And given that neither you nor Izaya familiar with this place, I think at least it's a safe place from this Yadogiri person."

Though Shizuo finally understood some of Shinra's act was for Izaya's safety, Shizuo was still confused of something.

"But WHY put me on the same apartment with HIM?" Shizuo asked almost desperately. "You know that we…"

Shizuo stopped himself, no longer sure if 'hate each other' was the right words to say. The ex-bartender gritted his teeth. Dammit!

Shinra's eyes saddened. "Look, even though no one in Nakano knows Izaya, that reason alone is not enough. It's still too dangerous for Izaya to live all alone in his amnesiac state. That Yadogiri person is dangerous. If you let your guard down, he may catch Izaya once again. If Izaya goes out even just once… who knows if Yadogiri can track him down?"

Shizuo furrowed his eyebrows, processing what Shinra had actually trying to say to him, while both Shinra and Celty waited for his reply.

The ex-bartender's eyes widened in realization when he finally understood what Shinra was actually trying to say to him.

"You make me live with him because you want someone to watch over him." Shizuo spoke, though he himself still couldn't believe every word he had just said. "You want me to keep him from getting outside—you want me to protect him."

Silence was the only reply. And Shizuo knew by then, that he was right.

"Are you crazy?" Shizuo's voice began to get louder, and Shinra began to sweat. That couldn't be a good sign. "C'mon, Shinra. We… we hate each other! I may kill him!"

"Shizuo, I'm sorry for not telling you earlier. I… I'm afraid that you won't help him if I asked you first." Shinra said with a sad smile. "But I can't really let Izaya die, no matter how much an asshole he is."

Shinra closed his eyes, waiting for any insult or angry words that were going to be spat on him, only to find it wasn't going to happen. Shinra opened his eyes and find Shizuo slumped on his sofa, confused and tired.

"Shizuo, if you don't want to do it, we can try finding another—"

"I'll do it."

Both Shinra and Celty couldn't believe what they had actually heard.

Eh?

"Are you serious?" Shinra's heart began to bloom with hope. "You're going to live with Izaya?"

"I don't think this is a good idea though," Shizuo added as he scratched his head. Yeah, this wasn't a good idea. He wasn't sure about his feelings for Izaya. Izaya was amnesiac. They living together would make an awkward situation together. And most of all, he could hurt Izaya again. He was afraid that he would hurt Izaya again without him realizing it, just like before. And he didn't want to make more mess of what he had already broken.

But the guilt that lingered in his heart told him to protect Izaya. And he wanted to protect him.

He was certain, that had Shinra asked him before all these incidents, he would definitely have rejected it. But now that everything changed, he couldn't ignore it anymore.

Shizuo was one of the people who were honest their feelings. If he hated something, he loathed it. If he treasured something, he would take a good care of it.

So, if he wanted to protect something, he would protect it—no matter what his feelings he had towards that thing.

Besides, Izaya lost his memories. It shouldn't be that bad right?

***End of flashback***

"It's bad…" Shizuo muttered, began to regret his own decision on living with Izaya. Izaya was still the same annoying flea even without his memories, and he would accidentally hurt Shizuo by his words without realizing it. It was only matter of time before either the ex-bartender crushed by the guilt first or he hurt the brunette again. A puff of smoke came out from his lips and he closed his eyes. After a few minutes, he decided to forget all of it and go to work. Tom must be waiting for him.

***DRRR!***

A certain apartment in Nakano, 03.00 AM

He screamed again.

He screamed again, and he woke up, only to realize that it was only one of his routine nightmares. He panted, as he stared at his hand. It felt so real. It was like it really happened. He curled his fist. He was tired to have the same dream haunting him every night.

A sudden light blinded Shizuo's eyes for a while, before he realized it was Izaya turned on the light.

"Are you okay?" Izaya asked with a worried face. He brought a drink and placed it to the table beside the blonde's head before checked on Shizuo's condition. "You screamed really hard today. It's been a week. Are you sure you don't want to go to Kishitani-sensei's house?"

Shizuo's gaze turned to Izaya, staring into those ruby eyes deeply. It felt even more unreal in reality, to have someone who hated you and someone you sworn to kill worried about you. Shizuo turned his face from Izaya, not wanting to show any sign of weakness in front of the person who supposed to hate him at this moment.

"Get out from my room." Shizuo's voice was low, and venomous. Izaya raised his eyebrows.

"What? I just—"

"GET OUT!" Shizuo grabbed Izaya's black sleeves and shoved him from his room before he slammed the door in front of the brunette's face. The blonde panted as he locked his door.

"What the hell is wrong with you? I'm just worried about you!" Shizuo could hear that angry voice from behind his door. "Fine! Take care of your own problems! Just don't disturb me every morning with your annoying voice!"

Shizuo could hear the sound of Izaya's footsteps began to fade. His honey colored eyes saddened, and he brought his hand up again. It felt so real—blood in his hand, dying Izaya in his arms, calling for his name again and again, while Yadogiri laughed at him for killing the person who only wanted to save him.

"What's wrong with me, eh…?" Shizuo let out a tired laugh. Backing up on the wooden door, he slid down the door until he collided with the tiled floor. He was desperate, frustrated, and tired. He didn't mean to yell like that at Izaya, but he couldn't take Izaya's worry. He was afraid to take Izaya's kindness because he knew, it was fake kindness. The Izaya Shizuo knew wouldn't worry about him. He wouldn't check on him like what he just did. If Izaya regained his memories, there was no way he would do such things. Shizuo was afraid that if he let this Izaya come to his mind, he would give himself a fake illusion he made himself. And when Izaya finally regained his memories, Shizuo was afraid that those illusions would crush him and hurt him. He was surprised though that even though this Izaya was still the same annoying flea he'd been trying to kill before, he was also a different person by worrying about him.

"I don't know either." Shizuo spoke softly, answering his own question.

Damn that flea. Damn those nightmares. Damn that Shinra.

Dammit all.

***DRRR!***

The next day, 10.00 AM.

It was boring.

Izaya walked from his room to another room. He had explored the big apartment for many times in this one long week he had been living with Shizuo. He even had sneakily barge into the ex-bartender's room, only to find pieces of bartender clothes and pairs of PJs and boxers. Nothing much.

The raven haired man gritted his teeth whenever he remembered about that blond haired man.

"What the hell is wrong with him? Did I make him fired from his jobs or send gangs after gangs to kill him in the past?" Izaya mumbled angrily to himself. "But if he hates me then why does he live with me? I'm not allowed to go out… I was yelled for worrying about him… what does that bastard want?"

A ring on the apartment door broke his reverie. Izaya sighed as he opened the door. His eyes widened in realization when he saw the guest.

"Miss Sturluson! What a surprise!" Izaya smiled and let Celty come in. For a week he had been living with Shinra and Celty, he found the woman was very interesting. Izaya knew that there was no head beneath that helmet, but he wasn't afraid of the dullahan. Celty acted just normally like humans. It was Shinra who freaked him out, actually.

Celty examined Izaya. He looked just fine, despite being amnesia and not allowed to go out. She wondered how both he and Shizuo survived living with each other for a week. For a week she had been living with Izaya, she realized that he was no different with the old Izaya. He was still arrogant and annoying, except that the new Izaya seemed to be nicer and more polite. The headless woman 'stared' at Izaya before she typed in her PDA. "Is Shizuo here?"

"Nope, he's working," Izaya replied, before he added with a soft mumble. "… Though I don't know if a bartender can go work at 9 and go home at 8. Don't bars supposed to be closed at 12 AM or something?"

Celty tilted her helmet in confusion, before she realized what Izaya meant. She typed and showed it to Izaya. "He worked as a debt collector, not a bartender."

Izaya's eyes widened, surprised. "What? But his clothes were all bartender, if not pajamas!"

The dullahan chuckled, which could be seen by her shaking shoulder. "It was gift from his brother when he was still a bartender. He doesn't want it to be a waste and wears it every day." She typed. Izaya let out an "Ooooh" from his lips. So that cold hearted person could still appreciate something, huh?

"But he is still an annoying person." The brunette pouted, and Celty turned her helmet to Izaya, showing her confusion. Izaya groaned and voiced all his frustration toward the blonde. "I mean, c'mon! I don't know what I have done to him in the past, nor I can remember them, but can't he be a little nicer to me? I just worried a little for him having all those nightmares every night and keep screaming in the morning like crazy, but he yelled at me and shoved me out of his door! I'm not even allowed to go out! Why did he agree want to live with me if he hates me anyway?"

Celty felt her nonexistent forehead twitch hearing Izaya, from all people saying those kind of things to her. It was weird. What an irony.

If only he knew what he has actually done to Shizuo in the past… She couldn't help but to find this Izaya was a kinda funny. And the headless woman would have smiled if she had her head, knowing that even that Izaya could worry about Shizuo having nightmares, though it was only because of memory loss.

But then again, Celty felt worried as she realized that those nightmares that had been haunting Shizuo was the form of Shizuo's guilt and frustration of what happened to Izaya. She still remembered the day when Shizuo brought the battered Izaya two weeks ago. Shizuo was desperate and frustrated, and Celty had never seen him that down before. If Shizuo was still having those nightmares, then it meant Shizuo was still stressed and blamed himself for what happened with Izaya. Of course, Izaya didn't know about any of this at all.

"He doesn't hate you, you know." Celty typed, though she wasn't really sure it was true—but she ignored it and showed it to the brunette anyway. "It's just that he has been very stressed out lately. You will know if you do something nice for him. He may a little harsh on outside, but he is actually kind hearted inside."

Izaya scowled. "I doubt that. He slammed his door in front of my face the last time I tried to be nice with him."

Somehow, even though Izaya couldn't see it, he knew that Celty was smiling. Izaya pouted—he didn't like being looked like a little kid. Sure, Celty acted like a mother for him, but still…

"You should try harder." She typed again. "Try harder on being nice with him. I know him for a pretty long time; I'm sure he will open up to you sooner or later."

Celty wanted to laugh—she really did. She was giving Izaya—that Izaya—advices to be closer with Shizuo! It was weird, but she wanted to make sure of something.

She wanted to make sure of Shizuo's feelings towards Izaya.

"Oh, look at the time. I must go now." Celty gave Izaya some cake souvenirs and some pills from Shinra she had been holding. Before she went out though, Izaya said something that made her shocked.

"Thank you… for hearing me out."

Celty turned her helmet to Izaya, clearly surprised. Izaya turned his head from the headless woman, and tint of pink could be seen in his cheeks. This Izaya was the same annoying Izaya she knew. This Izaya hated boredom and arrogant. The only difference this Izaya had with the old Izaya were not about his politeness or his nicer attitude, Celty realized it.

Izaya without his memories was far more honest than Izaya with his memories. That was the only difference.

The dullahan 'smiled' at Izaya.

"You're welcome."

***DRRR!***

Later, around 00.00 AM.

There was blood everywhere.

No… Not this place again…

No matter how far he ran, he could only see blood in every place. He didn't like this place. He needed to get out from here. So he ran and ran, but he couldn't see any exit. It was all only blood surrounding him. He cursed and broke his cigarette in two. "Fuck… Where's the exit?"

"Shizu-chan."

Shizuo's body flinched a little at the voice, and slowly he turned his head to the voice behind him. And then he saw that flea, staring back at him with an unreadable expression.

No.

It was weird. For once he didn't feel angry upon seeing Izaya. He just stared at the younger man with confusion swirling in his head. Izaya stepped forward, slowly made his way until he was in front of Shizuo. Shizuo's eyes widened when he felt a warm hand suddenly touched his cheek. He stared at Izaya confusedly, while Izaya just smiled sadly at him.

Don't say those words.

"You know, maybe actually, I don't hate you after all. In fact, maybe I—"

Shizuo's eyes widened in shock as he suddenly heard a loud of gunshot voice. Before he realized it, Izaya had already fallen in his arms, with blood gushing out from his stomach. Lying limp. Not breathing.

Lifeless.

Stop it…

"Oy, flea?" Shizuo shook Izaya's body. He felt sick. He felt pain. That hand that was just touching him felt cold now. He felt his heart thumped in an uneasy rhythmic of beating, and he sweated. What was this feeling? What it was called?

Was it fear?

Someone help me! Stop this fucking nightmare!

"Oy, louse!" Shizuo shook Izaya's limp body harder. It felt so hard to breathe, suddenly. No, this wasn't happening. No matter how much he hated this bastard flea, he couldn't shake away the fear of losing him. Why? The blonde could only tighten his grip on the lifeless body before he screamed. "IZAYA!"

"You, killed him…"

Shizuo's eyes widened in shock and he turned his head to Yadogiri—who suddenly showed up. What?

"You killed him… even though he came for you…" And then Yadogiri laughed at Shizuo. "Because you hate him!"

"That's not true!" Shizuo yelled back. In rage. In desperate. He was tired. He wanted to cry. He wanted to get out from this place.

"You killed him, Heiwajima Shizuo! Because you hate him!"

STOP IT! STOP! STOP! STOO—

"Heiwajima-san!"

Shizuo's eyes opened and let out a hard gasp before he woke up from his nightmare in a sitting position. He panted and panted—thirsty for oxygen. Sweats were all over his body and his clothes were damp wet because of it.

It was only a nightmare, he told himself as he closed his eyes. Just like the usual nightmare.

A cold towel carefully touched Shizuo's forehead and Shizuo's eyes snapped open. He batted out the pale hand that tried to wipe his forehead. "What are you doing?" Shizuo spat, harsher than he intended to. Izaya simply raised his eyebrows.

"Don't be such a jerk, I'm trying to help you." Izaya huffed, and Shizuo's eyes widened slightly. The blonde's eyes saddened, feeling awkward with the kindness this Orihara Izaya offered to him. "You're sweating a lot. Is it the nightmare again?"

"I don't need your help and it's not of your business." Shizuo said again, but Izaya carefully placed the towel back to his forehead, totally ignoring the blonde. Shizuo felt a vein popped in his forehead. "Did you hear me or not?"

"Look," Izaya sighed, and Shizuo could hear annoyance in the younger man's tone. "I don't know why the hell you keep pushing me away, but can you just shut up already? I'm helping you because you keep screaming every night, and I can't sleep if I let you be. And that's that."

Shizuo's honey colored eyes widened in surprise. This bastard… he hadn't changed. He was still the same annoying, selfish, and arrogant bastard he knew.

He was still Orihara Izaya.

"Stop it already," Shizuo spoke softly as he flushed, noticing how awkward the situation they were in, but again, Izaya ignored it. It wasn't supposed to be like this, right? Even though Shizuo didn't hate him as much as he hated him before, but he still felt uncomfortable with all that happened with him and Izaya. He wasn't sure if he really should let Izaya did this to him. After all, he was still confused of what he felt towards the brunette. He wondered what Izaya felt towards him after he forgot their relationship. Shizuo had been a jerk since the first day they lived together. He wondered if Izaya would hate him, just like before.

Suddenly, Izaya then leaned in and cupped the blonde's face for Shizuo's surprise.

"Wha—"

And then Izaya kissed his forehead. Brief, but it was real. Shizuo's eyes widened. He was too shocked and too embarrassed to be angry. The next thing he knew, Izaya wrapped his arms on Shizuo's back, hugging him gently.

"It's okay, it's just a nightmare." Izaya softly hummed. "Go back to sleep."

Shizuo didn't know where his voice went. He tried to be angry—or at least to do something, but he couldn't. He was still shocked of what had just happened. It was weird, embarrassing, annoying…

But it felt nice, for Shizuo's annoyance and confuse.

"What, do you think I'm a kid, or something?" Shizuo spat when he finally found his voice. And his tone was far too soft than he intended it to be. He was embarrassed. Dammit, it's been so long since he felt something like this. It was weird. Weird because it was Izaya the one who kissed him. It was weird because it was Izaya the one who comforted him. It was embarrassing. Weird. Embarrassing. This confusing feeling was too much for Shizuo's simple brain to follow and Shizuo felt like he was going to burst.

Goddammit what the hell is wrong with my mind?

Izaya chuckled upon seeing the blonde blushed. Nonetheless he hugged the blonde tighter. "You act like one. Now, go to sleep."

Shizuo still want to say something. He wanted to curse Izaya for what he did. He wanted to yell Izaya to act like this. He wanted Izaya to know how he couldn't even sleep in peace because Izaya was haunting him in every nightmare. He wanted to voice how desperate and frustrated he was, and it was all because of him. But instead to do so, he felt his sleepiness took over his mind and he yawned. Unconsciously, he hugged Izaya back, and fell back into his slumber.

"I… zaya…"

Izaya's red eyes widened and he yelped in surprise when Shizuo took him back to his bed while hugging him like a pillow. He felt himself blushing as he tried to break the arm cage, but his strength was not enough to do so. Sighing, Izaya let his head fell to the bed he shared with Shizuo. He stared at Shizuo's sleeping face and chuckled as he did so.

"What, you're actually cute when you're sleeping." Izaya smiled lightly, and his eyes softened.

"And that was the first time you call my name since we live together."

Izaya stared at Shizuo's sleeping face for a little longer, before he felt himself drowned into his own slumber.

That night, there were no more nightmares for Shizuo.

And little did he know that he wouldn't be having anymore of those nightmares on the next day onward.

***DRRR!***

Kishitani household, 05.00 AM

*RING RING*

"Shut it…" Shinra groaned in his sleep. He hated to be disturbed when he was sleeping. He reached his hand to stop the alarm, but then he realized that it wasn't the alarm that was ringing. It was his cell phone. Shinra groaned. He woke up lazily, put his glasses on. Though still yawning, he picked up the phone.

"Helloowwwh…" Shinra mumbled as he yawned again. Dammit, he was still sleepy!

"Kishitani-sensei," The voice was womanly, but strong. "I demand an explanation of what happened with Orihara Izaya, now."

"Huh?" Shinra rubbed his eyes—mind still not focusing. "Who's this? What happened with who?"

"You heard me," The voice hissed. "You must know something about the explosion in Shinjuku two weeks ago! I just left for buying something in 24 hour grocery store. I even considered to just left that bastard and go home to see my brother's cute sleeping face but I promised him to wait so I went back to his apartment and when I got back, it was already bombed! I must hide for about two weeks to make sure that my life is not in danger!"

Shinra's head began to spinning with the blabbering words. But this voice… he began to suspicious. He felt familiar with this voice… wait. He knew this voice! His eyes snapped open and he woke up fully as he flung himself from the bed brusquely after he realized who was on the other line.

No way… No way!

"Na-Namie-san?" Shinra stuttered.

Yep. Namie is still alive (HURRAY!). Review to know what happened next? Please? :3