Chaptér10

A black shoe taped against the wooden floor, following the beat of a fast moving pointer finger that was jumped up and down on the table. Said limbs belong to a very inpatient blond man wearing his signature bartender uniform.

"Shizuo! Welcome. No see in long time. Glad you here." Simon said in his usual heavy Russia ascent.

"Thanks."

"You know things have been good around here since Izaya no come. I wonder where he is?"

"Be thankful he's not around causing trouble. Careful, say his name too much and he could show up like Beatle Juice" Shizuo scoffed.

Simons lips curved downwards "You and Izaya are always fighting. War no good, make peace instead. Besides Izaya good kid ~who likes trouble, but that is just youth. Just like Shizuo is good kid with short temper. That is youth too"

"Whatever" he shrugged his shoulder. His temper slightly lighten by the Russians kind words.

Ordering a side of fires for the table, he waved to his brother when he saw him in enter the establishment. Kasuka wore a long gray coat that reached his ankle and a black hat. He also had on a pair of dark sunglass that closely resembled his own.

Sitting down his brother helped himself to his fries.

"Any trouble getting here?"

"No" was his short and simple answer. Shizuo smiled at his brother. Most would be put off by his emotionless attitude, but he grew up with Kasuka and knew that just because he didn't show what he felt that didn't mean he didn't feel anything. His little brother was just a very reserved person. This was partly his own fault since his brother decide to act like this because he didn't want to be as wild and out of control like him.

Another reason for Shizuo to feel guilty. He had caused his brother to mutate his personality, preventing him from developing into a well-adjusted adult. Now because of him Kasuka probably has trouble making friends and expressing him.

"So how are you and Ruri getting along?"

"Good, we are thinking of going to Hawaii for a week."

"That's nice"

There was short wait for their food. They spent the time engaging in small talk. Bystander's would think it was cute how the brother shared details and events of their lives. The whole time Shizuo would have a calm and peaceful smile. He talked to his brother with a soft voice instead of his usual angry tone that would scare little kids

"Did you kill Izaya?" Kasuka asked causally before biting into a sushi roll.

Taking a deep breath Shizuo paused for a moment, then closed his eyes, and shook his head. "No, I didn't kill him."

"I'm glad I can still say my brother isn't a murder then."

The blond felt warmth swell in his chest.

"I came close to killing him. I think I might have if Celty didn't stop me."

"No, if given the opportunity I believe you wouldn't kill him or anybody." Pulling out his phone Kasuka read a text message. "The news of Izaya's disappearance has officially gone public. Took them awhile to finally figure it out. Apparently, his parents filed a missing person report this mornings. I wonder why they took so long to involve the police."

"He must be one of those bastards that never call their parents."

"Maybe so."

When Simon came by he placed a foam take out box on the table. "Fatty tuna to go. Strange, Shizuo never orders this." He scratched his head "Did you know Izaya loves fatty tuna?"

"I just wanted to try it." Grabbing the bag, he paid his share of the check.

...

Izaya rustic eyes were glued to the phone on the bed side table. Shizuo-chan had left this morning and forgot it, its shinny and smooth screen had been mocking him ever since. Numerous attempt to reach it had failed miserably. He couldn't move his arms and every attempt was rewarded with shocks of pain running up and down his limbs and spin. Though he had been healing nicely during this accursed month he was a long way from regaining mobility.

After hours of trying he had managed to lean over on his side. His legs were still suspended in the casts and limiting his movement, but if he could just stretch his arm he could reach the phone and call for help. Another problem would be grabbing the phone with only three fingers because two of the digits on his hand where broken.

The sound of the front door opening caught his attention. He couldn't sit back up. When the blond saw him he probably hit him for trying to escape.

Foot steps were heard down the hall and soon he saw a head full of blond hair enter the room. Shizuo paused and stared at him for half a minute that felt like an hour to Izaya. The bartender's lips were straight and with the sun glass on Izaya couldn't tell his reaction. He was probably getting ready to burst from anger soon.

"You fell" he calmly straighten the other up and laid him back down on the pillow. "There, all fixed up." He also covered the informant with another blanket.

Izaya was surprised with how gentle Shizuo handled him. He was also glad the blond was never that observant and didn't notice he had been reaching for the phone.

"I brought you back that fatty tuna you wanted"

Izaya perked up at the mention of his favorite food.

"Really? I didn't think you actually bring me some."

Shizuo set up the tray he usually uses to feed Izaya with. Opening the box the delicious aroma of ootoro filled the room. After nothing but Shizuo's cooking for a month, just the scent of that fish had his stomach growling loud enough that both could hear it.

Embarrassed the raven head tried to ignore the amused look the other was giving him.

"Your kind of cute when you blush." Shizuo told him.

"Don't say such thing's"

Instead of using traditional chopsticks the blond used a spoon to feed him. With the first bite Izaya could hear his taste buds singing. The ootoro was melting in his mouth. The tantalizing tasted was heavenly. He truly though he would never experience this delightful meal again. He was almost in tears with how good it was.

"Should I give you and the sushi some privacy?" He asked playfully.

"It's like eating ambrosia." Licking his lips he gladly let Shizuo give him another spoonful of heaven.

"Ambrosia?"

"That's what they call the fruit of the gods."

"So you still have that god complex?" He sounded almost bored asking him. Like the subject was discussed far too much. As if every detail had been gone over. It was strange because to Izaya's knowledge he hadn't really mention his god states to Shizuo. Well, maybe once or twice, but only so the brute knew the difference between him and the regular humans.

"It's not a complex, it's a fact. I'm a god that watches over humans and loves them from a far. You already know I love humans and that you don't fall into the human category."

Rolling his eyes, the blond continued to feed him "I am human and so are you."

"Humans don't have monstrous strength like you. Humans can't survive getting hit by trucks at 50 miles an hour, twice, or having a bulldozer fall on them from ten floors high. How's your arm by the way?"

The dept. collector rotated his shoulder and stretched his arm out in the air. "Good as new."

"Wish I healed that fast. Anyway, as I was saying, Shizuo is a monster and falls under mankind. I on the other hand am above humanity."

"For being such an egoistic dick I'm taking the last bite of fatty tuna."

Izaya pouted. "But the last bite is always the best part." He was almost wining.

He watched helplessly as Shizuo scooped up the last juicy morsel and popped it into his mouth. His puppy eyes had no effect.

"Not bad, no wonder you like it so much, could use some honey or cherry sauce though."

"Of course, you would want to ruin ootoro with sugar. It's supposed to be slightly bitter."

Shizuo put away the tray and threw the empty box away. He came back and sat right next to him on the bed. "Maybe if you ate more sugar you'd be a little sweeter."

"I highly doubt that."

"I have a question for you."

"Ask away Shizuo-chan. It's not like I'm going anywhere."

"Don't call me that." He warned "If your god at the top of the food chain and I'm a monster at the bottom, then why did I beat you?"

"...…"

"Izaya?"

"..…..."