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The first thing that Shizuo noticed when he walked in his apartment is that the TV was on. Chattering and music came from the living room, where he was usually met with just silence. About time he thought. The boy was living with him for a week now and he has spent all that time in his bedroom, not talking to anybody, except when he was asleep. Shizuo was more than once woken up to listen to the boy's nightmares and crying. After some time of that noise he would always give up and went in to comfort the boy. Shizuo was not good with kids; he was even less good with comforting kids, but he managed to handle it somehow.

He found Izaya sitting on the couch and watching some stupid kids show with an intense look of concentration on his face. Celty was sitting next to him, looking extremely bored. She turned around when he came in and gave him a slight wave and he nodded her of. He admired the fact that Celty actually managed to pull Izaya out of the bed. The boy seemed to trust her more than he trusted anybody else. Shinra said that it was probably do to Celty's connections with Izaya's father. The boy simply took comfort in familiarity.

"I see you got him out of the bed, that's good. I already thought he has rooted in there."

He half expected the boy to say something in his defense, but Izaya stayed mute. He watched that kiddy show like it was the most interesting thing on Earth.

"Isn't he a little old for that."

(I figured this is better than him just laying in bed all day. Plus I don't really know would he…react to anything else.)

Shizuo grunted. It was true that the boy had a few episodes when he would burst out either in anger or a crying fit after he came in contact with something, but in his opinion Izaya just had to learn to get over it already. They would make no progress if the continued this way.

"Look Celty, I see what you are trying to do here, but I don't think that treating him like his made of glass will help him at all." He said turning the TV off.

Izaya made no sounds of complaint as his show was turned off. Instead he laid down on the couch, curling up next to Celty, who laid her arm on his head protectively.

(Shizuo! How can you be this cruel!? Don't you remember what he's been through?)

"Yeah, yeah. I know I'm sorry kid." Shizuo grunted, sitting next to Izaya and turning the TV back on.

Izaya's eyes darted to the show, but he did not move to sit up again, choosing to stay down with his head in Celty's lap.

(Rough day?)

"Yeah you can't believe how stupid people here are. I don't even know where to begin. Well I guess that isn't much of an excuse for me acting that way."

Izaya laid in his place listening to Shizuo and Celty talking. It has been a week or so since his been released out of the hospital and into Shizuo's care. Simon, Dennis and Celty would come to visit him every day, and even Shinra came if he wasn't too busy. And even though everybody showed so much care, Izaya just couldn't get himself to get up and start functioning properly again. It was partly because of Izaya B, who was acting strange all week. B came out a few times, usually when Izaya got upset by something, but he would always let Izaya take the control back. Izaya didn't know what was happening to B and that scared him. B told him it was nothing, that he was just a bit tired, but Izaya knew better. B was not just tired. He was exhausted for some reason, and he…he was fading away. Izaya B's presence was being less and less noticeable and that worried Izaya. Was B dying?

"Good day everybody! We bring sushi! Good sushi, healthy sushi, make Izaya all better."

Izaya was snapped out of his solemn thought by a familiar voice. He got up to meet Simon and Dennis bringing in sushi boxes.

"Ahh Izaya no in bed today. That good, Izaya need to get up. Beautiful day, sunny day. A shame to stay in bed."

Izaya smiled a bit at his friends, but that didn't last for long. Smiles ware not coming easy to him these days. The rest of the day was spent in Simon and Celty taking turns in getting him to talk. He didn't feel like it, he felt like going to sleep and never waking up. He barely even ate.

After everybody left, Shizuo sat next to him and turned the TV off once again. He was using a TV as an excuse for not looking anybody in the eyes for the whole day. Now that Celty wasn't here to tell Shizuo to turn the TV back on he was pretty much cornered.

"Izaya I want to talk to you. I know you don't want to talk to me right now, and I know that you are hurt. But we both know that it won't do you any good if you don't start talking it out, alright."

Izaya looked up at the blond man and sighed silently. He couldn't talk about it. If he pretended like it wasn't real, then maybe it won't be. Maybe he will manage in convincing himself that the day when his innocence was taken away from him never happened. That it was all just a bad dream.

He felt tears drop from his eyes, but that did not bother him. He cried so many times during his life. So many times. He cried that night when flames ate away his family, he cried when he found out that Orochi is not who he was supposed to be. He cried every single time when that monster would enter his head and torture him with images of pain. Tears were his most loyal companions. They were only constant through his life. Well tears and pain. He could always count that Orochi would bring him tears and pain.

"Hey, hey kid. Calm down. It's okay. Oh man, what do I do now?"

He felt Shizuo's arms awkwardly hugging him and lifting him up to sit in his lap. That's when the dam broke. He started crying like he never cried before. Tears that he was trying to hide from all his life all found him at the same time and broke him down. He cried. He cried for everybody and for everything. He cried for his mother and for his father, for his home that he lost, for Izaya B who was slowly but surly fading away and for all that childish innocence that he was forced to give up so early in his life.

Shizuo didn't move, he didn't tell him to stop and man up, he didn't shove him away. Actually, he hugged him closer, shushing him down, trying to comfort him in some way, any way.

"It'll be alright Izaya, you'll see. It will be alright."

"It h-h-hurt so m-m-m-much, S-Shizuo. It h-hurt s-s-so m-m-much."

Shizuo gasped out in surprise that the boy has actually talked.

"I know, Izaya. I know, but it's going to be okay now. You are safe now. Nobody will hurt you here."

"I b-begged them to s-stop, but the w-wouldn't. They just l-l-laughed and c-continued on r-r-r-r-r…"

"It's okay Izaya, you don't have to say it."

"They just l-laughed."

"I know, I know. They are terrible people Izaya, but I'm here now and I won't let anything like that ever happen to you again."

"P-promise."

"Yeah, I promise."

They stayed like that for a long while. Shizuo sitting on the couch, hugging the sobbing, brunette boy near his chest. Izaya cried his heart out that night, letting out all those tears that never meet the light of the day. He felt safe there, safe to reveal his soul to Shizuo, who would protect it. He felt safe with the blond man, he was not afraid of him like he was in the beginning, for he knew, Shizuo would not hurt him.

So Izaya cried. He cried his heart and soul out, until there were no more tears to shed. Then he fell asleep on the blond man's chest. He fell asleep silently mumbling something that only he knew of. Shizuo smiled at the sleeping boy, looking at his peaceful face. Then he got up and took the boy to his room, letting him sleep in peace. That night Izaya slept without nightmares.

Author's notes: So expect this story to be done in like a chapter or maybe two (three…I'm bad at finishing stories) because honestly I got bored with it and it's no good and I have better stories to fill up my time and this one is just eating up my free time.