Disclaimer: I do NOT in anyway own Durarara.

Shizu-chan tensed as our lips met, but he didn't pull away. It was probably shock that kept him from pulling away immediately. The kiss wasn't anything romantic, just something, that for some reason, I felt compelled to do. I pulled off after a few seconds. And leaned my forehead against Shizu-chan's chest, the faint taste of tobacco on my lips, and somewhat braced myself for Shizu-chan's wrath.

Against his chest I could feel his heartbeat, and it didn't seem to rise at all. Above me I heard him taking a deep breath.

"You really are fucked up aren't you?"

It didn't seem an angry voice, it was so unlike the Shizu-chan I usually taunted. I would have thought that it would taking a lot of Shizu-chan to keep himself so in control, but everything about him seemed totally calm. "You're just figuring this out now. My goodness Shizu-chan. I always knew you weren't genius material, but honestly?" I was trying to make my voice sound more like it usually did, but it kept cracking, and was muffled by Shizu-chan's clothing.

Shizu-chan let the arm he had been holding up fall, and put a hand on top of my head like you would do to comfort a small child. "I really hate that nickname, flea."

I lifted my head and pulled away from Shizu-chan a bit so that I could stand up straight. "Well, I can't exactly say I'm all too fond of the name you have given me. It should be something like…" I paused and took on an over-exaggerated thinking pose, "Izaya-sama?"

Shizu-chan tched, "I think flea is fine for you." He looked down at my arm, "You're still bleeding."

I lifted the arm that I had scratched and re opened the cuts on, and sure enough the sleeve had spreading dark spots. "I'll change the bandages."

I turned around towards the bathroom, but Shizu-chan grabbed the back of my shirt collar, and stopped me. I though a second about trying to actually rip myself free from his grasp, but I figured that my small and injured frame didn't stand a chance. "Ne, Shizu-chan, I'm going end up bleeding to death if you don't let me go."

"Not a chance, flea. Don't you dare think that you just sneak away from this; we are going to put a stop to this stupid habit of yours, and I'm not gonna leave your house until you've stopped and stopped for good." Shizu-chan's voice was pretty stern.

He was always so hard to deal with. He never did anything they way he should, I had always thought that it was just that he was an idiot. I wonder what goes on in that head of his. Maybe it runs in the family, his brother is quite a freak when it comes to talking like a human.

"Fine." I agreed, "You can stay as long as you want, well, as long as you don't destroy my apartment, it was expensive. Now, I really do need to get some bandages, you do know how hard it is to get blood out of white carpet?" I motioned to the floor, It would be fun to see the expressions of the people replacing the carpet because of a blood stain though.

Shizu-chan let go of my shirt and followed me into the bathroom. I pulled off my shirt and threw it to the floor, and started to unwind the dirty bandages from my arm. I stuck my arm in the sink and turned the water on and rinsed off most of the blood. It stung a little, but I was use to that pain, and it was almost comforting. I looked into the wall mirror and caught Shizu-chan looking at me.

"Can I help you?" I asked, "I'm pretty sure you seen this much of me already."

The tiniest hint of a blush crossed Shizu-chan's face, "A-are the other cuts and stuff ok?" He stuttered.

"Nothing was broken." I patted my arm mostly dry and then put some medicine on it and grabbed a roll of gaze bandages, "And the rest of the cuts were small, so they are all healing fine." I shot Shizu-chan a sly grin, "Afraid of scars on my beautiful skin."

"N-no. I just wanna make sure Shinra hasn't been wasting his time."

I finished bandaging my arm and turned to face Shizu-chan, "You are so damn dense, do you know that!"