Disclaimer:

I do not own Durarara! Or its characters. This is a fan fiction made purely for the enjoyment of others. Before reading this story there are 2 things you should know;

1 This story contains MALExMALE relationships.

If you do not like that sort of thing then this story is not for you.

2 This story contains child abuse on a high level, if you have a problem with that then once again this story is not for you.

Thank you.

This is a story created by me and Kurgy. The main concept was developed by both her and I, so any credit for this story also goes to her.

Shizuo's POV:

I blinked my eyes once.

Then again for confirmation.

This is not my house.

Sitting up slightly to get a better view, I observed my surroundings, and laid back down. Damn…fucking uncomfortable couch…

"SHIT!"

My body woke up faster than my brain as I stumbled awkwardly off the couch, just to fall flat on my face seconds later.

"….wait….fuck, I don't have work today."

Well damn, wasn't that just perfect. I can already tell this is gonna be a magnificent day.

…

I looked around for a bit, then turned my attention to the bright neon lights on the clock sitting beside the couch. 5:20.

Really?

I don't even get up this early on a work day. I groaned as the sleepiness began to settle in my mind yet again. Might as well go back to sleep, who would it hurt? I was just about to lay my tired head back down when I heard a certain…noise. Sizzling? Definitely coming from the kitchen. I got up, and quietly walked into the area I assumed was the kitchen (I was right) and what I saw startled me. It shouldn't have been that unusual, but, something about it was just….weird.

Izaya, wearing an average looking gray-ish apron, cooking what I thought to be breakfast. And from the looks of it, a breakfast for four people….which means some for me to…I had no idea I could ever blush this much. Damn it.

It didn't take long for him to notice me this time. He turned his small body (which I found strangely attractive for some reason) towards me with a spatula in his hand.

"You up Shizu-chan? I didn't know cavemen could wake up this early in the morning! I'm impressed!"

That little shit.

Obviously "good old" Izaya is back.

"Shut up."

I tried to sound at least slightly angry.

He smirked.

"I'll humor you for now Shizu-chan." He said giggling as he went back to cooking, whatever it is that he was cooking.

After about five minutes of just standing there, I was starting to get fidgety. Damn, I feel so useless.

"Uh…do you need help?" I said ignoring the screams of protest coming from my tired mind.

"Well how gentlemanly of you Shizu-chan!" He said rather…loudly…ow, headache.

"Set the table!"

LOUD.

Ok, now I'm sure he's doing it on purpose.

"Yeah, yeah. You don't have to yell. I'm literally 5 feet away from you."

He smiled tauntingly at me.

"I like to annoy you."

I knew it.

Still, I couldn't help but smile, when I saw how his eyes lit up when he talked to me. He looked so much different from last night.

Last night.

Instantly the memories came back to me. The screaming, the crying, the upright fear. I could feel the smile vanish from my face as I thought about that bastard what's-his-face.

This is all his fault.

Suddenly feeling like I wanted to punch something, the nearest thing being Izaya (not good), I took the plates and bowls out of his cupboard and began setting up his oddly normal looking table.

"So when do the girls usually get up?" I asked trying to get the thought of that son-of-a-bitch out of my head.

"They'll probably be up in a few hours."

Wait….a few hours….?

"The FUCK!"

Goddamn it! Then why…!

"Then why the hell are you cooking breakfast NOW!"

I couldn't help but be mad. This was interrupting my sleep.

He shrugged.

"I was bored."

Trying to resist the urge to break the table in half with my knee, I walked out of the room, turning on the lights to his…what room is this? A living room? I guess that's it…

Within seconds Izaya was following after me.

"Shizu-chan."

I turned around. Izaya walked briskly out of the kitchen, taking his apron off and tossing it on the floor.

Something about this situation made me extremely uncomfortable.

"Can I talk to you?"

Crap. I know where this is going.

"Sure why not…"

I sounded really unenthusiastic, for pretty obvious reasons. Please for the love of god don't ask…

He sat on the black sofa, leaning over slightly and resting his elbows on his knees, lacing his fingers together.

"Why were you even in Shinjuku last night?"

Damn.

"Because I….was?"

He frowned at me, obviously displeased with that answer.

He huffed loudly and stood from his seat.

"Forget it."

He stomped out of the room, but more importantly, away from me. Now I feel bad.

"Izaya, come back, I'll tell you…"

Nothing.

"Izaya?"

I tried calling again.

Again nothing.

"Izaya!"Now I was getting angry.

Actually angry.

Completely fed up with this situation, I stormed into the kitchen, ready to raise hell. But looking at his face, and overly pissed off body language, I couldn't get my voice out. He looked angry, yet hurt, at the same time. Which made me feel really bad.

He was obviously ignoring my presence as I entered the room, while he slammed the fridge and cupboard doors loudly. Expressing just how angry he was.

Sigh~

Damn it Izaya.

"I was looking for you." I said it just loud enough for him to hear.

He froze in place, almost dropping the glass (expensive looking) bowl onto the hard tile floor.

His eyes widened. Damn damn damn. I shouldn't do this. I shouldn't do this. I shouldn't do this.

"Say what now?"

His expression was almost comical. Wide eyes, pale face even paler, and sitting in an extremely uncomfortable position bent half way over to rummage through a bottom cupboard.

Ok, this was no time to be laughing.

C'mon, get it together Shizuo.

"I came looking for you after…"

Mairu told me everything.

"I lost contact with you."

I almost said it. That would not have been good.

He stared at me for a full ten minutes. Kind of like a deer caught in headlights. Again, this normally would've been a hilarious sight, if I wasn't embarrassed and nervous as all hell.

"But…why?"

It was a simple question, one I'm currently having a hard time answering.

"Because I was worried."

That's true at least.

He straightened into a standing position, looking down toward the counter uncomfortably.

I started feeling worried. He was staying really quiet, and the last few times that's happened, he'd freak out at me for reasons I only partially understand.

"Izaya?" I said nervously.

Damn it! Don't do this again!

He glanced over at me, a small frown on his pale face, and sadness so obviously showing in his eyes.

"Stop worrying about me Shizuo. Please."

He almost pleaded with me. It felt like someone had grabbed hold of my heart, trying to squeeze it till it bursts, as his sad eyes bore into mine.

I don't know what to say to him.

My mind went to a complete blank.

Authors notes:

YES! I've gotten to double digits! XD I feel so happy I could die! I'm so happy that people like my story and am thrilled with all the kind reviews I've received! I don't even know how to express my gratitude into words. T^T Thank you all so much! I mean it!

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