~BlackDragon41~
Recovery~
Chapter 14: Request
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the concept.
A/N: Sorry for the very long wait, I've had a lot going against me last week.
Izaya
I had awoke this morning with more aches and pains than that of last night. I haven't been given my dosage of medicine yet so the tenderness across my torso and arms were as sharp as ever and movement was very difficult and paining to say the least, especially in my leg. And as an addition to my bothersome debilitation and pain; I had a prominent inflamed swelling hidden under the bangs of my hair, right in the center of my forehead. Courtesy of Shizu-chan-, of course. I lightly trailed my fingers across the warm bump and a stinging sensation followed as expected. All I wanted to do was return the favor of discomfort and I received a full rock hard skull smashing into mine, not a very fair trade in reality. I didn't think that he'd make such an action, though I predicted that he would have most likely of done something along the lines of kicking furniture around and seething a bit further with his 'pity'. Mistake on my part, a concussion was the last thing I wanted.
I continued to entertain myself with my new source of pain. The idea of poking and stroking my recent contusion seemed like a daft idea but the shear size and pain that radiated from it was interesting, how he could cause such damage with little effort. It's obvious with his monstrous strength and all but still fascinating now that I think about and feel it for myself, as oppose to observing a lovely human that had been dealt with nearly the same injury from the same brute. His ideal methods of dealing with me in our latest situation was barbaric, but highly effective. I guess that it's either a ram to the head or strangle to death kind of deal, and I don't even get the option- but that's Shizu-chan. I must take more caution before prodding him into annoyance next time.
A faint but evident beeping sound suddenly invaded my ears. Time to wake up Shizu-chan~. I smiled. I heard some heavy grunts and boisterous movements shortly after, it was a good indication that Shizu-chan was up and probably not in a very good mood. Perfect.
Within a minute or so he came out of the room wearing a clean and non-damaged bartender suit along with his trademark violet sunglasses, though- his posture made him look like he had been hit by a vehicle. His hair was still ruffled but his expression was quite unusual, it was filled with shock. It wasn't overly expressed but enough to have me wondering, it quickly faded after his eyes gazed into mine and he sighed heavily afterwards. I wonder why? … Oh well, his appearance was still sloppy and tense. What a wonderful sight. "Had any pleasant dreams… Shizu-chan?"
His eyes widened for a mere second then squinted with his newly forming glare. I suppose he didn't, but with his sudden change in expressions I was beginning to suspect that he had a terrible dream. A nightmare. And I may have been apart of it, wouldn't that be great?
"It's none of your business and that's for damn sure!" He suddenly barked aggressively.
I was undoubtedly correct. What he dreamt of I couldn't even begin to guess, but I could tell it was very unpleasant and it was the sight of me that brought up this strange reaction. "Tsk, tsk. What's with the grumpiness? Do you always wake up with that fastidious attitude?"
"Die and go to hell!" He raised a slightly trembling fist.
"Hmmmmm? That's not very nice. Especially to one who you're trying to nurse back to healt-." I gestured but instantly flinched from a sharp sting in my chest. My grin faded, but only for a short second.
Shizuo growled but brushed off my comment and thundered into the kitchen with his forceful tramping. The sounds of glass clinking together soon echoed into the room. I couldn't help but laugh to myself despite pain. When will he ever be able to stop relying on substance to help control his anger? Cigarettes I can understand, but milk? I assumed that that's why Shinra gave him the milk bottles, plus I've seen him drinking a one or two after a few of our hectic confrontations in the city. But seriously, the idea is absurd. Even for the title of monster, such fluids could never truly or fully soothe his undying rage. It's quite pathetic really, Ikebukuro's monster… subduing to a glass of milk? Anyone and everyone should laugh at that.
"You annoy me." He trudged back into the room.
That was quick, did he swallow the entire container? "What was that Shizu-chan?" I leant back, closed my eyes and smiled widely, withstanding another growing ache. "I can take it that you probably didn't get much sleep last night, care to share your dream? I'm always up for a good story, or nightmare in your case."
"No!"
So defensive. "Please?"
"I said no. Now lean back up flea."
I opened my eyes to see him standing next to the couch holding a syringe, his face had a hint of- … was that blush tinted on his cheeks? That's bizarre. What could ever trigger him to feel embarrassment? There was no public humiliation at work, nor any kind for that matter. So what was it? A sign of sickness…? No- it couldn't be, a fever or illness would have more visible symptoms. What could perturb him? … And what? No milk?I honestly thought he'd be 'calming' himself instead of brining me my medicine. Oh how you continue to surprise me.
…
"Look, do you want your damn medication or not? Cause if you don't want it then that's fine by me."
…
Almost immediately a glorious idea manifested in my mind. These new or rare looks of his were quite amusing and I wanted to see more, so making a small change in my behavior could evoke something or nothing at all with his alleged dreadful dream still fresh in mind. It was worth the try. "Of course I want it Shizu-chan~" I sung darkly and tilted back up, gazing menacingly into his eyes. "Why would I not?" It was obvious in truth, I wanted the dosage.
He quickly turned away and I missed his reaction. How unfortunate. "Tch. Stop calling me that."
Why is he so edgy? Has his dream somehow scarred him a little? And have I been greatly involved in this said dream? He's so anxious and tense, more tense than usual when around me now. Heh. I kind of like this hesitance and reaction, I'll have to try again later and see if he'd spill anything about that nightmare, cause I intend to take full advantage of it. I held my arm outwards and he gently grabbed it, lightly working my muscle loose with his thumb. "So- Shizu-chan-" I reverted back to a more softer and playful attitude. "How are you going to take care of me and work at the same time?"
"I'm not." He nastily spat, quickly injecting the needle's contents and oddly enough- trying not to make any eye contact whatsoever. "I can't watch over you and do my job, so I'll have to ask Tom if I can stop by when I can."
"Then who's going to give me my shots? I need a dose every two hours as Shinra prescribed. Also, how do you expect me drink or eat when I'm immobile? What will I keep myself entertained with while you're gone for over half of the day? … And what if something was to happen to the apartment? Like a fire, or collapse? You see, I can't be left alone." With his deepening sneer I take it that the idea disturbs him.
"Well-, I have to." He slid out the syringe and fully stood back up.
"Leaving a handicapped unattended? How undignified and negligent of you."
"Look, I'll talk to Tom and see if I can work out something-"
"What's there to work out but work? Do you think Tom-san is just going to let you come back if you are on the other side of the city? And frequently making trips back and forth, I might add?"
"I said I'll work out something flea, now shut the hell up! I have to work and that's final. You're a grown man so you can take care of yourself for a few hours."
"Must I repeat myself? I'm inaccessible. You can expect me to feed myself at this moment. Which now that I mention it, I'm actually kind of hungry and very thirsty. … And what about these gauzes? They need replacing immediately and I can't bend my arms around enough to do it myself. ...Just call up your boss and tell him you're a little busy today."
"No! I have bills to pay. I don't live in the life of luxury with money like you do, not having to worry about losing your home. But for me, skipping out on work for a week and a week's pay could possibly get me kicked out of the apartment, which also includes you now."
"Automatic assumption? That's judgmental, but I don't blame you. Yes, I do live in a more luxurious lifestyle than this type of dump. Like the furniture here is outdated, cheap, and not complementary to the rest of the room and don't even get me started on the damage that I assume you done yourself. " It's the holes in the walls that highlights the monster's unsightly den with the derelict feeling included for free.
He clenched his fists. "I don't give a damn what you say, I'll be leaving in a few minutes." He walked towards the entrance hall then took a sharp turn and into a tiled room. Within seconds he came out with his hair perfectly combed down, with several usual strands sticking out of place. He trudged into the kitchen without even a glance at me.
"That's it? No more consuming time with our lovely conversation?"
…
… No reply? Humdrum brute. Becoming bored again, I lightly picked at one of the loose gauze straps on my arm, I carelessly flicked at the soft white cloth. The simplicity of the action wasn't exciting at all, but it did keep me sort of occupied. I'll go crazy if I'm left here doing this all day. … Loud scuffling sounds abruptly came from the kitchen and instantly caught my attention, various noises flooded my ears. Just guessing what he was doing was in there better than playing with my indispensable bandages. "What are you doing in there Shizu-chan?"
"I'll- be in there in a sec-ond." He snorted.
So he was going to say goodbye before he goes off to work? I inadvertently lost focus on my fidgeting and tugged it a tad too much on the strap, it unraveled and draped loosely against my slanted form. "Oops." I tried to tuck it back in the wrapped mess but I couldn't get it to hold. "Oh Shizu-Chan, I need these bandages replaced immediately. They are becoming loose and inefficient, I'm going to be exposed to possible bacteria unless you do something about it."
"No, it can wait!"
"But that's what you said last night. At this rate I'll have all kinds of infections and die before you can kill me." He didn't change the gauzes on my arms or leg last night so I was more prone to microorganisms in these areas, he's very careless when being a nurse.
"Well if you die then too bad." He came back with three water bottles in his arms and an apple. He placed them on the table next to the couch and grabbed my arm, then eyed me suspiciously. "You did this on purpose." He glared.
"To be honest, I didn't. I was getting bored and I played with it and I accidentally pulled it out."
"You did it though."
"Yes, but not on purpose. Why would I hinder myself with exposure?"
"To get my attention."
Good prediction. "I would but not when my wounds are still as fresh as they are."
He firmly wrapped the bandage back up and tucked it tightly within the other mingled straps. "There, now don't 'play' with it anymore." He stepped back and pointed at the bottles. "Here, now you have water and something to eat while I'm out."
"An apple? Is that all I have to eat off all day? It's not substantial enough for lunch and breakfast, there has to be more, maybe some Otoro?"
"Well I don't have much. I don't get visitors often, not even moochers."
"But you 'happily' volunteered for my care, so I'm not technically a moocher. Now how about some real food and clean secure gauzes?"
"I can't." He blankly stated and headed for the door. "You'll just have to wait until I get back, I'm going to be late if I don't leave now."
No Shizu-Chan, you are not leaving just yet. "Oh, but before you go Shizu-Chan, I have but one simple request."
He stopped and looked back. "And what's that?"
I grinned deviously. "It won't take long. I just have to use the bathroom and I request some assistance."
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A/N: First, I'd like to say thank you for those who read, reviewed, favored, watch, stalk, and love my fic. It's all so inspiriting to check on my story status and see that someone new has favorite or alerted to my fic and reviews are the utmost mountain tops of my joy and encouragement.
Second, I'm sorry it took so long to update.
1. I've been reading some Shizaya, Izuo fics because I wanted to, just to read what's here since I rarely have the time to check any out except a few.
2. Time has not been on my side lately.
3. My week has been frustrating and long.
4. The lack of motivation.
5. Writer's Block.
6. I like rewrote this chap like three different times because I didn't know how to progress with it.
7. Distractions.
8. Sometimes writing Izaya is fun and other times he pisses me off. I'm in a Shizuo mood right now. -_-
Yeah excuses, I know. This chapter didn't have too much going on but the next chapter should have more excitement in it. :3
I didn't like this chap but I hope you did. Review if you like.