As Shizuo shut my door behind him, I slowly got up off the bed. I was in nothing but my underwear and I felt a very awkward breeze. I searched through my suitcase once again thinking "I better start unpacking this". I got out a sleep shirt and dressed in it. It was short, only came down to my knees and had an image of a panda bear on it with a speech bubble that said "Ni Hao", which is "hello" in Mandarin Chinese. I grabbed the shirt and smiled at the graphics. The panda was covered with sparkles. On the back of the shirt was the panda's behind saying "Zai Jian", which means goodbye in the same language. I giggled softly to myself as I thought of what the reminded me of. It was like the panda was saying "kiss my black and white ass". I held my mouth with my right hand as I chuckled into it, but then I started feeling light headed, so I held my head and the side of the bed, so I wouldn't collapse to the ground. Whatever that drug was, it was starting to wear off, but it just gave me slight light headedness. I sat down on the edge of the bed, my back straight and my hand still holding my forehead. I let out a huge sigh and lied on my back, staring at the ceiling. My cheeks starting burning as the thought of Shizuo and I kissing appeared in my mind. I grazed my bottom lip softly. Shizuo's lips were….soft and warm, so moist. The kiss was short, but I could taste nicotine, but also a hint of something sweet. I grabbed my chest as my heart started palpitating. I couldn't stop the small smile that curved upon my lips.

"Shizu-chan…" I whispered softly.

I took a deep breath, calming down my heart and nodded my head.

Shizuo deserves to know everything and I am willing to tell him now.

I slowly sat up and got off the bed, so that I wouldn't feel light headed again. I opened my bedroom door as I walked over to it and headed down the hall to Shizuo's room. I softly knocked on his door. Hearing a "Come in", I opened his door and walked up to his bed. I stared down at Shizuo as I stood over him. His eyes were closed and his thumb grazing his bottom lip. His left arm embraced the back of his head as he lied on his back. Both of his were spread out on the sheets as his other arm rested on his stomach.

"Shizu-chan…" I whispered as I continued to stare down at him.

His optics shot open quickly as he sat up, staring over at me.

"Chiharu, what are you doing up? Are you feeling alright?" He asked me as he placed his hand on my forehead, trying to check and see if I had a fever.

The feel of his warm hand made my cheeks burn more.

"N…no, I'm fine." I told him nervously.

"I came here to explain everything to you."

Shizuo dropped his hand down and continued to stare at me, nodding his head slightly.

I crawled into his bed and sat next to him, crossing my legs together Indian style. He shuffled a bit, moving slightly over to give me some room. I fiddled with my fingers as I rested the both of my hand in my lap. I stared at my lap as I prepared myself to explain everything.

"Well, as you know I'm a Yakuza heiress. Kaori Sumiyoshi, my mother's side owned a Yakuza clan who rivaled the Yamaguchi-gumi. She married my father Daisuke Fujiwara, who was an ordinary man with a normal family. The both of them fought in gang fights and protected our family, but the Yamaguchi-gumi were sore losers. They hated to lose a fight, so they played dirty and kidnapped me. I was only four years old at the time, so I didn't know what was going on. They made a deal if they brought in the amount of money they requested and came alone, then they would give me back to my parents unharmed. Both of my parents were outnumbered and they knew they were going to be, but they trusted the Yamaguchi-gumi anyways."

I glared at my lap as my fists were clenched together tightly.

"I was forced to watch my parents be slaughtered in front of me as I was tied, gagged and held back by some of the members of the clan. I can still remember every detail of the murder. It was horrifying and gruesome. The tears filled my eyes and trickled down my cheeks as I cried to my dead parents who laid sprawled on the floor, a puddle of blood flowed like a river from the wounds on their bodies. No matter how much I cried out to them, they wouldn't open their eyes. I was pushed on my stomach roughly, but I quickly rolled over to come face to face with a guy who was aiming his gun at my head. I seriously thought I was going to die. I was afraid and my whole body was trembling. I couldn't defend myself because neither my parents nor my grandfather taught me anything, but luckily enough the rest of the Sumiyoshi-kai came in a knick of time. I was rescued and the Yamaguchi-gumi was punished severely. After that incident, I blocked all the traumatizing memories from my brain and made up another scenario of how my parents died. After their funeral, my grandfather Makoto Sumiyoshi told me everything, making the true memories of that tragic incident to reconcile with my mind. It was hard to process, but I understood everything. Makoto taught me Japanese martial arts and everything I needed to know about being a Yakuza, so I decided to accept the responsibilities."

I took a long deep breath, before I continued.

"I ran away here to escape my life of a Yakuza. I had done some horrid things and I couldn't stand having to live with the memory. The day I first came here I was followed by Izaya, until he finally decided to face me. At first I thought he was part of the Yamaguchi-gumi. He gave off a creepy aura. I didn't like the look he gave me, so I asked him if he was part of the Yamaguchi clan. Of course he said he was before using my full name and my clan afterwards. We ended up in a short fight, but nobody really won. He told me at the end that he wasn't, but he was going to have fun with me."

"Tch, that stupid flea. He must've tapped into your information. He pretty much already knew you, before you two met. That's his job. He's a..."

"Informant broker, I know. He kept telling me over and over when he asked me to meet up with him."

"What did he want with you then, anyways?" Shizuo asked me.

"He told me that he found the information of the Yamaguchi-gumi and wrote down all the ways he could get contact with them. He threatened me with that and told me to stay away from you."

"Me? Why?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

"He didn't say, but I have a hunch."

"Mind spilling?"

"Well, he tells himself and everyone how he loves humans so much, but doesn't love you right? He thinks of you as a monster and treats you like one, but once someone gets close to you, you will start developing feelings for that person. Monsters don't have feelings, only humans. If he starts seeing you as a human, he will start realizing he loves you just like the rest of us "humans"."

"I'm not so sure, but he told me who doesn't like women, so I thought maybe he swung the other way. It's just a theory, so it might not be true, but maybe he kinda likes you in his own weird, creepy, psychotic way. It could be as a friend or more. Either way, he doesn't want anyone getting close to you. He wants to keep you all to himself, so he constantly portrays you as a monster to other people, so they could stay away from you."

"You came up with all of that on your own?" He asked me, kind of shocked.

I rubbed the back of my head nervously and nodded my head.

"Yeah, kinda weird, huh?"

"No, that's actually quite amazing. You figured that out and you kinda just met Izaya."

I stopped fiddling with my fingers and held my hands together in my lap.

"Yeah, I just thought on it and placed the pieces together."

"Well, now you know everything. I am extremely sorry about keeping it a secret from you, especially since Izaya already knew."

"It's alright. I understood why you did it. I don't blame you." Shizuo reassured me.

"I was just afraid that you might get involved if the Yamaguchi-gumi does ever find me here. You have nothing to do with the Yakuza, so I thought you were better off not knowing about it. I just ended up hurting you instead. You felt betrayed that I kept something so important from you and your enemy already knew. For that, I am truly sorry. I just wanted to protect you, instead I betrayed you our friendship." I said, my voice trembling a bit.

I bit my quivering bottom lip and closed my eyes tightly, trying to hold back tears. Out of shock, I widened my eyes, letting a few drop of tears to trickle down my face. My head ended up leaned against Shizuo's chest as his chin rested on the top of my head.

"S…Shizu-chan…?" I asked him, letting out a gasp.

"I forgive you Chiharu, so don't feel bad about it. I understand that being a Yakuza is not something you want to brag to people and that they are a very secretive gang."

I smiled a bit and closed my eyes happily, snuggling up to his chest.

"Arigato", I thanked him.

Surprisingly, Shizuo didn't tense up when I got closer to him, but I wasn't complaining. It just meant that we were getting closer. I grabbed both of his arms and wrapped them around my waist, so I could snuggle up more into him. There, I slowly drifted into a silent sleep, feeling warm and secured by Shizuo's embrace.