Merry Christmas! I actually added a chapter! One I quite like also a tad twisted, but a little sweet.

Like a Christmas Candy cane! (i'm actually not high it's just late ;P)


Fallen AngelXFallen monster.

It was early Monday morning as I walked to the school at a leisurely pace, taking my sweet time and in the scenery. The scenery left to be desired, I opined. I walked by the side of the road looking a the trash that stupid, careless human beings had tossed aside. That was the one thing I hated about the most populated places in the world, more people meant more trash. Japan was better than some places but still. So many things people just toss aside.

I let out a visible breath and sighed, it was cold this morning, and if my current condition had any weakness, it was cold, and extreme heat. My body wasn't good at maintaining temperature. Despite this, I recognized it was a better weakness than most, going out in cold and hot weather is avoidable. I could have taken the train. I just decided to be an idiot that morning and walk to school for a time of quiet reflection, my coffee in one hand and my brief case in another.

Though, it was moments later when I became very glad that I had decided to walk. I discovered,

"Izaya?" unconscious in a road side ditch. Taking my things under my arms I slid down the ditch to get to them. There Izaya lay, concealed under the bridge covered in trash and damp with the water from the gutter. I touched his neck, feeling for a pulse. It was faint and a little irregular, but still, he was alive.

I lifted him into my arms, hugging his freezing body against me, "D-don't die, I-Izaya..." I stammered, petting and stroking. Supporting him with one arm I pulled out my cell phone and called the school.

"Hey~" I said in my best sick voice, "I can't * cough * come to work today..." I said, "I'm really si- Oh god!" I made a gagging sound and dumped my coffee on the ground, "Ewe!" and hung up,

I lifted Izaya up again and carried him out of the ditch. I ran back to my apartment as fast as my legs could carry me. For once, I was glad that Tokyo was so over populated, no one really paid me any mind despite who I was carrying.. When I got to my door, I just kicked it down, scaring the hell out of my cat. I laid him down gently on my bed. I knew if he stayed in his clothing he was going to get sick I stripped him down. I touched his bare skin, he was colder than ice and he wasn't shivering. I gave a soft growl, he probably had hypothermia. His body was marked with cuts and bruises and when, out of habit, I reached over and started to stroke his hair (something he usually enjoyed) he whimpered and turned over.

A concussion on top of this, dammit! I thought back to the night I had pinned him down. I bashed his head against a concrete pillar.

I groaned loudly, "It's my fault," I stroked his cheek gently, "I'm sorry sweetheart. I was only trying to stun you, but those brats worsened the damage."

My mind went over the definition and symptoms of hypothermia as I felt his ice cold skin under my fingers. Hypothermia, a condition in which internal body temperature becomes dangerously low.

Treatment: remove any dampened clothes immediately.

"Check." I muttered.

Place hot water bottles on the sides of their neck and between their legs to increase their body temperature.

"I don't have any hot water bottles."

If you don't have any hot water bottles a warm body may suffice, however, it is best to get immediate medical attention for all cases of hypothermia.

I looked down at Izaya's frail body laying there.

"You're going to kill me if you wake up but I don't care." I said as I stripped down and laid beside him, pulling him back against me before covering us both with a blanket. He gave a soft mewl in his slumber as I continued to hold him. He was so cold!

I let my fingers gently stroke his ribs, he whimpered, "Broken ribs too?"

I decided I would doctor his wounds after he was warm, left untreated, hypothermia was worse for his health. I held him in the gentlest embrace possible, propping myself up on my elbows as to not put any weight on him. You may have consider this paranoid and unnecessary but I suppose when I look at Izaya I still see the helpless 13 year old boy I met a lifetime ago, I know a lot had changed in him. But … (I closed my eyes) ...I had changed as well.

Despite the bit of discomfort I was in from propping myself up I would have been content to stay like this forever.

I had been holding him for a while, rubbing his belly in small circles when he finally started to shiver a little and nestled a little to get comfortable.

"You really are cute, Izaya."

I couldn't believe it, after everything I still loved him more than anything. This almost felt like a dream, a dream I never wanted to wake up from.

I planted an affectionate kiss on the back of his neck, the sweet smell of Izaya's shampoo tainted with the infatuating smell of blood, "Izaya Orihara, the world's most adorable sociopath."

Izaya gave a soft croon and twitched. Even though I really would have liked to continue to hold him but he was warmer and I couldn't put off doctoring his wounds any longer. I slipped out of the covers and turned up the thermostat so he STAYED warm, I pulled the covers off of him. I examined him closely and routinely but I couldn't help but let me fingers gently run over his skin. Being with Izaya always seemed to intensify my usually dull emotions, whether this was good or bad was up for debate, but still, it was something to take note of.

At the moment I was feeling slightly guilty that in his unconscious state he couldn't cover himself but I quickly shook it away. His health was more important to me than his pride.

He was thinner than I remembered, bruises marked down his nearly visible ribs.

Broken ribs, if they have been left untreated for a period of time they may require being reset.

I really didn't want to hurt Izaya that bad but I would do it if that's what it took to help him to heal.

Thankfully, all his injuries seemed to be acquired recently enough that no extra pain for the ravenette was required.

After resetting them, bind the patients chest up (very) tightly with bandages.

I didn't have any bandages (in my current state I didn't really need them) so I tore one of my plain shirts into strips. I used the strips as bandages and wrapped them tightly around my little raven's torso, one after another, tying them at his side. It ad to be tight enough to prevent his ribs from jarring around inside him but be loose enough as to not cause further damage.

My eyebrows furrowed. Balance was always something I struggled with.

I cleaned out and bandaged all other wounds, and having destroyed 4 perfectly good shirts in the process, I admired my handy work before covering him with a blanket.

Now that I had finished with that I went to get my flashlight to check Izaya's pupil dilation.

Once I found it I went over to the bed and spread Izaya's eye open gently and shined it in them. His pupils dilated normally and I nearly collapsed to the ground in relief. That meant he didn't have any serious brain damage.

I kissed him, he was okay. I covered Izaya in a warm blanket and started to pet his head gently. He gave a little smile and I gave a wry one.

How many times had I wished to have Izaya at my mercy?

I gave a little chuckle, Be careful what you wish for. That was far as the fantasy got, I couldn't hurt Izaya, not when he was laying there helpless. It would be like kicking a kitten. Or raping a helpless person.

I may have been accused of being all sorts of pervert but I wasn't so low. Izaya may have been mine, but I don't abuse my possessions. I may lose my temper, and I will not be betrayed, but only the weak abuse the helpless.

I sat there, watching him sleep my cat curled up against my uncovered legs and I realized I was still bare. I shrugged it off it wasn't like both Izaya's hadn't seen me naked before.

I know some may find my saying this over and over very annoying, but Izaya was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

So many people would scoff when I said that, I was the head of one pf the wealthiest if not THE wealthiest family in Japan. I could have anyone I wanted, I could have male models, princes and kings, actors, the people romantic novels were written about, and yet I chose a small, weak, ugly, wiry, emaciated little creature with a mind that matched that I found at a brothel. The act would have infuriated my father if he hadn't thought Izaya was nothing more than my pet.

I suppose they weren't completely wrong but he was what he was because head been pushed that way by people. The humans he said he loved so much turned him into what he was.

People don't want to see that though, humans don't want to have to blame themselves for the so called "dredges" of their society, they would rather just sit above and judge the results. I knew what Izaya really was, the scared child behind that mask, or at least I used to...

I leaned in close to his ear, "I promise I'll take the time to destroy this mask too, Izaya. I'll die to find out what lies beneath if that's what it takes. I've done it once," -I covered his lips with my own- "and I'll do it again."

Izaya groaned and I wondered what he could be dreaming about.


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