Slim arms were pulled up in the air, stretching the thin body while the jaw went down in a silent yawn. Crimson red eyes blinked a few times to really wake the man, as the one small hand went through the quite messy raven colored hair. He pulled himself up in a sitting position, letting the blanket, that before had kept him warm, fall down into his lap. Izaya Orihara remembered nothing from what happened in the middle of the night.
Maybe he was half asleep or maybe he blocked the scene out of his head, thinking it was too embarrassing to remember, who knows. If he did remember, he might just think of it as a dream and nothing more. Especially what happened right before he went into his room... the kiss. His mind wasn't on that, though.
Yawning one last time, he turned and let his feet touch the hard floor in his bedroom. He stretched once again, pulling his thin arms high above his head and bending slightly backwards to stretch his back as well. Why was it suddenly so nice to sleep? He thought he never was to be sleeping again – having the monster in his office every single minute.
Only a few steps made him stand in front of the closed door, that led out of his bedroom. It was only then he started to play the scene from last night inside his head. The kiss, the monster's soft lips against his own, the eternity it felt like, everything.
Izaya quickly took a deep breath in and opened the door. He couldn't let anything stop him from going back to his normal self. Not even his fear for the monster. It was ridiculous anyway. Why in the world would be afraid of someone like that?
As silently as possible, he walked out of his room and towards his desk, close to where he knew his 'bodyguard' would be either sitting or still asleep. His crimson eyes quickly locked on the sound asleep monster and he sighed in relief. Now he just had to be quiet and not wake the man. He would prefer not to have the blonde angry or pissed.
Once he finally made it to his desk, he grabbed the phone and quickly went through the several messages he had gotten, one of them requesting a meeting with him in Ikebukuro. This would be a chance to get away from his 'bodyguard', so he quickly just smiled and agreed to the job, even though he had no idea what boring information he had to pass on. It didn't matter anyway.
Shizuo shifted slightly, staying asleep. After being forced to wake up by the annoying flea, he had kept himself awake for several hours. It was best for him to just sleep as long as he could so he wouldn't wake up annoyed and getting pissed off by even the smallest thing.
Izaya placed the now dark screened phone down on the large wooden desk, before he placed himself down on the desk, turning to face the sleeping blonde. He could just leave without telling... couldn't he? But then again... he didn't want the monster to run after him and ruin his job. He really did not want that.
An hour passed easily without Izaya moved at all. He just sat there on the large wooden desk, staring at the blonde, his legs crossed and his one hand holding around the dark screened phone. He could just have left without saying anything. But he just didn't.
Finally, Shizuo slowly blinked his mocha like eyes open, waking up. Letting a hand go through the bleached blonde hair, he pulled himself up in a sitting position. He didn't notice the informant sitting on the desk for several moments. He just sat on the edge of the couch and looked down at himself. It was only now he realized... he wasn't going to change clothes at all. He hadn't brought anything at all.
It took him a second or so to feel the stare on him, so he slowly let his mocha like eyes drift over on the raven, who just sat on the desk like a statue; not moving at all.
"Why the hell are you staring at me, flea?" he asked, narrowing his eyes just slightly.
Izaya shrugged shortly and pulled himself down from the desk. "I was just waiting for you to wake up, that's all," he said, turning to grab the fur edged jacket he always wore, that was placed on the black leather chair. "Anyway... I'm going out to see a client so please don't trash my place. I'll be gone for a few hours."
He didn't turn to look at the blonde. He just slid his arms through the jacket's sleeves and pulled it on, grabbing the phone and sliding it down into the one pocket. After what he did last night, he would prefer never to face the man ever again. But then again... He was Orihara Izaya. He wasn't afraid of anything.
Shizuo nodded shortly and pulled himself up to stand on the floor. He stretched lightly, pulling his arms high above his head and leaning slightly back as he did. He didn't say anything, not a single word. Not even a single comment to what happened last night. It would probably not be very good to bring that subject up. It would only make the situation they were in a lot more awkward.
As Izaya walked to the front door and unlocked it, he quickly noticed how the blonde was following right behind him. He didn't do anything about it, though. He just sighed and opened the door, knowing the monster would follow him no matter what he said or did.
They walked for not very long before they finally reached Ikebukuro. Izaya walked in front all the time and Shizuo stayed right behind him. Of course they got plenty of looks, seeing as how they were walking together without fighting or even as just as talking angrily at each other. They walked in silence, not saying a damn word.
Pulling the hood up over his head, Izaya turned a corner to walk to the place he was supposed to meet with the client. But because of the tall and blonde bartender suit wearing man, he attracted too much attention from other people.
Sighing, he stopped walking and turned around to face the blonde, who quickly stopped walking as well. "You're attracting too much attention, Shizu-chan," he said, his tone obviously serious. "I can't walk around in secret to the place I've told my client to meet, if you keep walking around behind me all the time."
"Hey," Shizuo started and furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes to a slight glare. "I'm just doing the job I have. It's not like I can do anything about it. It's all Shinra's fault."
"Fine, just give the blame to someone else. But it's your fault for attracting too much attention." Izaya pointed shortly at the blonde, before he sighed and walked around the man. "I don't feel like working if you have to watch every single thing I do. I'll just cancel with my client and go home..."
They walked back to the informant's office in silence. People turned to stare after them as they passed them, not a single word leaving any of the men's mouths. A pissed and somewhat annoyed expression was obvious in the blonde's face, while a tired and annoyed expression was on the raven's. Seeing from a distance, they would look as if they were about to fight or at least argue. But they did neither of those things. They just walked in silence until they reached the office.
Izaya quickly just kicked the door open after unlocking it and stomped inside. He was not in the mood to do anything. That monster... He wanted to fire him if he didn't know he would get stuck with the underground doctor instead. He didn't know if that was better or worse, but at least he wasn't dead yet. Maybe it was actually going to be okay having the monster as his 'bodyguard'.
Shizuo slammed the door shut after entering the office. He sat down on the couch with a heavy sigh a moment after, gathering his hand with his arms lightly rested on his knees and his eyes locking on the informant, who sat on the black leather chair.
Izaya turned slightly to stare back at the former bartender sitting on his couch. An awkward silence build up and he just said the first thing that came to his mind.
"About last night..." he started and paused to leaned forward, resting his hands down on the large wooden desk. But before he could say anything else, the blonde interrupted him.
"You were tired, I know. You don't need to come with excuses. I don't care. Just..." Shizuo lightly lifted his one hand and let it go through his bleached blonde hair. "Don't do it again. I don't care have much you want to do it – I don't want to."
"Don't worry. I won't do it again," Izaya said shortly and leaned back on the black leather chair.
The awkward silence came up once again. None of them knew what to do or what to say. The room was soon filled with nothing but silence.
A/N: Okay, I broke my promise and used my time on RP... I'm sorry! And sorry for not making this chapter good at all. ;-;
I really do not like how this story has turned out to be, but I will fix it in future chapters – probably very soon. And by the way; yes, this story is named after the song This Love This Hate by Hollywood Undead, one of my favorite bands~!
Anyway; reviews makes me happy and have a happy New Year! ^^
