Blank, nothing. Not a single thought came to his mind. It was just blank. Even when he tried to move, tried his hardest to at least move just a little bit, he couldn't. He just stood completely still in front of the closed door, that led into the informant's bedroom. The taste of the man's lips still hang on his, both sweet and annoying. The scene played itself over and over again inside his head. Heiwajima Shizuo was just kissed... by the man he hated the most.

After several long minutes of not moving and without taking his eyes off the door, he finally turned a bit to the one side, standing to walk out of the hallway and away from the closed door. But he didn't. At least not at that moment. All he did was to stare straight ahead, like he was waiting for his body to move on it's own. Of course it wouldn't. He had to order it to.

He just couldn't get his mind off the informant's lips, the taste staying on his lips like glue that wouldn't get off very easily. And somewhere, somewhere very, very deep inside, he actually liked the taste and didn't want it gone. But never in his life was he going to admit it to anyone. Especially to that flea.

While the bodyguard just stood there without moving, Izaya had placed himself on the edge of the bed, his face burning red and his one hand pulled up to let a few of his fingers lightly touch his lips, the lips that had touched the monster's just a few minutes ago. He wanted to go back in time and stop himself from kissing the blonde. This was going to be very awkward as soon as he walked out of his bedroom and met with the man he kissed just a few minutes ago.

Finally, Shizuo moved. Dragging his feet along the hard floor he found his way to the couch, the couch he pretty much had used as a bed and place to be the entire time he had been the flea's bodyguard... or rather; butler. He sat down on the surprisingly soft couch with a deep sigh, his facial expression blank and his eyes the same. How was this... job ever going to work now? They would just hate each other more. Or... something else, the opposite.

With a deep sigh he pulled himself back to lie down on the couch, forcing his eyes to drift closed. Maybe just sleeping would make him forget all about things?

None of them moved away from the spot they had placed themselves on, letting hours pass without any movement at all. The night came and it went almost completely dark outside. Midnight was minutes away and even though he was tired as hell, the informant couldn't pull himself together to sleep or even close his eyes to try.

Instead of doing anything that could make him get calmer and actually try to get at least one minute of sleep, Izaya pulled himself up to stand on the floor. Maybe just a check-up on his 'bodyguard' would help him?

He walked slowly and carefully towards the still closed door, walking as if the blonde would hear him even though he knew it wouldn't be possible. Just to be on the safe side, he did it anyway. Once he finally made it to the door he opened it slowly, making sure he wouldn't make a single sound from doing so. His face went into a grimace the second the door made a squeaking sound and his heart started racing fast again. Taking a deep breath in he finally calmed himself and decided to continue doing whatever he was going to.

Izaya slowly walked around the corner, his eyes quickly locking over to the probably sleeping blonde lying on the couch. He wasn't sure if the man was really asleep or not but how could he even find out? All he could do was to walk over to him and check for himself. And he did.

Walking slowly it took him a few long moments to make it to the one side of the couch. His crimson red eyes quickly locked down at the blonde's sleeping face. Knowing how people looked when they slept, he could confirm this man was asleep. Maybe not in a deep sleep but at least not awake. He sighed in relief and crouched down next to the couch, his red eyes never leaving his 'bodyguard's face. The man looked so peaceful, an expression he had never seen on him before.

He thought about for several and very long moments, before he slowly leaned his head closer to the man, his cheeks slowly burning red as he got closer and closer to the male. His was quickly went from beating in a normal pace to the quick pace he always had near the blonde. Why this man? Why not someone else? Everyone else would be just fine.

Taking another deep breath in, he finally did what he wanted to do. Leaning his head even closer to the blonde, he pressed his lips lightly to one of the man's cheeks, planting a light kiss there. It only lasted a second or so before he quickly pulled back and stood back up. What if the blonde woke now? What was going to happen? He was going to get killed, that was for sure. He had to run away – right now!

Izaya looked around quickly to find a way to escape, even though he knew all he had to do, was to run back inside his bedroom. It couldn't be so hard to figure out but his mind wasn't working how it used to. Something was definitely wrong and he had a suspicion of what it might be. It was feeling he wanted to get rid of as soon as he could but had no idea how the hell he was going to get that to happen.

He let his body move on it's own and quickly just ran in the direction of his bedroom, except it wasn't that direction. His eyes was obviously not following his body and he just ran straight into the large wooden desk, moving it and making a hell a lot of noise as one of the computers was knocked over. He whimpered slightly at the pain in his lower body. How could he be so stupid?

His mind was quickly pulled away from the pain in his lower body, as he heard the man behind him groan, showing he was about to wake up. He quickly connected his mind to his body and ran as quick as he could to his bedroom.

Shizuo slowly pulled himself up in a sitting position a second or so after he heard the noise from a computer being knocked over and a desk being moved. He rubbed his eyes just slightly for a few seconds before he looked around. No one.

All he heard was a door, probably the door to the flea's bedroom, being slammed shut, leaving the room silent and leaving a confused bodyguard sitting on the comfortable couch.

A/N: I feel so bad for not updating this story for so long and then you get short crap like this. This week has been busy in school and when I finally had time, I used it to RP. But now I'm on my Christmas break so I will have more time to write! And I promise I will write and not just use all my time to RP =_=' Also; I actually did plan to make this story quite a bit different than it is now, but it turned out like this and I'm not sure if I like it or not...
Anyway; remember to review~! ;3