A/N: This is a very, very long chapter so I hope it makes up for the lack of updates. This is an explanation chapter so i found it kinda boring but i like the end of it XD
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Opening your eyes
Izaya felt as though he had been in a deep sleep for weeks, his senses were all messed up and he had no sense of time or how it was passing. Although he had woken up he was still struggling to open his eyes. He was still not fully awake, he felt like he was underwater, darkness rippled before him and muted sounds travelled through his ears. The noises and voices around him were far too muddled and distorted for him to gain any sense of where they were coming from and he struggled with all his might to try and focus on the direction of the voices so he could make them clearer in his mind. But no matter how hard he tried it was to no avail as his mind wandered everywhere, unable to collect a single coherent though.
It was incredibly frustrating, even though he had some conscious thought he couldn't fully wake up. Not knowing how much time had passed he felt everything go quiet, the distorted mumblings in the background had disappeared, he was afraid that perhaps he was slipping back into his sleep. Struggling to hear anything he felt a dull sense of someone or something touching his face. It was very faint but he could definitely feel it, gathering his mental strength he focused on the feeling of the touch as it made its way down his face.
He felt whatever he was sleeping on dip as if a weight had been placed beside him, slowly and gradually his thoughts were collecting themselves, his senses became sharper and he could now recognise that it was someone's fingers on his face. If only the touch were not so delicate, then perhaps he could force himself awake but just as he had thought that he felt another sensation on his skin. Warm and rough lips pressed onto his own, all his thoughts focused on that one sensation and he felt his mind collecting itself.
The sounds in the room had become clearer, he could hear every beep and hiss of the machines surrounding him, as the feeling of lips left him he almost thought he heard a sigh. Focusing all his strength on waking up he willed his eyes to open, fingers and toes tingling with feeling as he gained some success and finally his eyelashes fluttered. As his eyes slowly opened he squinted and blinked rapidly to accustom himself to the bright room, even though the lights were off it was bright compared to the murky darkness he had just escaped from.
Eyes fully open, he breathed steadily and experimented with moving his fingers and toes. Slowly Izaya gained some limited mobility of his limbs as he recognised that he was bandaged and moving dramatically would be unwise. As his sense fully returned to him, so did the dull pain in his body that came from sleeping too long, as well as dulled pain in certain parts of his body, presumably from his injuries. Rolling his stiff neck he studied his surroundings and realised he was in a hospital, the events of what happened before his mind had been thrown into a blank abyss came back to him. So he had survived the car accident.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw a dark silhouette slumped in a chair, turning his head he focused on it more to try and make out who it was but his vision was still somewhat blurry, presumably from both just waking up and the pain killing drugs that had dulled his senses to an extent. Izaya tried to open his mouth to speak but found it impossible as his throat was inherently dry. Reaching out a hand his trembling fingers grasped the glass by the bed but his dexterity had deteriorated quite a bit and the glass slipped from his grasp and crashed to the floor. Izaya looked up to see the figure in the chair grunt in confusion and stir, he saw the silhouette turn its head towards him.
"Izaya..." he heard his name be called unusually softly by the deep rumbling voice he all but recognised. Izaya tried to say something again but it was still no use so he just held his hand out. A larger, more calloused hand grasped his own as the silhouette he recognised as Shizuo kneeled by his bed. Izaya's tired gaze travelled over Shizuo, the worried and relieved look in his sunken eyes, his unusually thin looking face and the slow smile that appeared on his face as he realised that Izaya was indeed awake. Judging from his appearance Shizuo seemed to have been waiting for him to wake up, he doubted that he had even left the room. For some unknown reason this brought Izaya to tears, perhaps he wasn't alone after all.
"You...w..aited...fo...r...me...?" Izaya struggled to convey the emotion behind the sentence, but Shizuo had understood. This past week he had been wondering what had possessed Izaya to do something like that, it had been so drastically out of character and whilst blaming himself for driving Izaya to something like this he thought of something. All the things he had said and the way he had acted all came back to him, he had never outright rejected him. Izaya had questioned everything but he had never denied anything, he had let him kiss him and after the kiss he had run away instead of punishing him for doing that to him.
Obviously he had run away after Shizuo had kissed him so suddenly, anyone would if something like that happened to them. Could it possibly be that Izaya was just confused about his feelings? Shizuo had been thinking that all this time he had ruined Izaya's 'plan' leading the information dealer into a downward spiral. But now he had second thoughts, in order to confirm this he went to pay a visit to his apartment (after making Shinra swear he would contact him the second anything changed, no matter how slight.)
Upon reaching the residence he found Namie there, Shizuo had to admit his heart plummeted slightly when he saw her there but after she made some scathing comments about Izaya being run over and leaving a mess for her to clean up, he realised she was nothing more than secretary, and not a very well treated one at that. He looked through Izaya's desk, his computer and his many bookshelves to see if he had a file on him, and was actually disheartened when his search came up empty.
Shizuo was about to give up when his pure, or impure, curiosity drew him to Izaya's bedroom where he was confronted with quite a sight. Photos of him were littered all over the floor. Upon further inspection he found that everything pertaining to him and his life had been documented by Izaya, and was kept in his bedroom. Shizuo was slightly disturbed at this information but happy at the same time, I mean sure it was slightly creepy how thorough of a stalker Izaya was but knowing that he was so interested in him kind of made up for it.
There was a crumpled piece of paper by his pillow, and after opening it up he realised why Izaya had been acting the way he had. His eyes widened at the realisation and dropping everything he ran back to the hospital. He had to be there when Izaya woke up, as soon as he opened his eyes he would clear up all his confusions. From then on, every single moment he spent beside Izaya he repeated the same thing in his mind just in case he forgot. And now he finally had the chance to say it.
"Izaya...you're not alone, not as long as I'm here... I'm sorry about all the shit I pulled without thinking about anything, after you get better we should probably talk, no scratch that, we should definitely talk." Letting go of Izaya's smaller hand he got up and pushed the button for the nurse, she appeared quite quickly considering it was about 1am and after looking at the machines for a moment she rushed off to get a doctor, congratulating Shizuo on her way out.
Izaya reached out to Shizuo, he needed more clarification, that sentence wasn't enough but Shizuo just patted his shoulder lightly and told him to be patient which angered Izaya to no end. Soon enough the room was flooded with doctors, the lights were turned on and as Izaya squinted against them he heard someone ask Shizuo to leave. Whipping his head around he was ready to climb out of bed but was pushed back in by Shizuo.
"Sir please, we need to you leave..." the doctor behind him studied the machines anxiously as Izaya's heart rate increased. Nodding to her Shizuo turned back to Izaya,
"Idiot stay in your bed, I said we'd talk didn't I?" sighing he smiled at the information dealer "You're always calling me stupid right? Well I have a few choice words to leave with you for now, 'wherever there is one of us the other is present', bet you didn't see that one coming eh?" chuckling slightly he left the room as Izaya let a small smirk cross his face. Had Shizuo just quoted Hemingway to him? There was no way he would let him live that one down.
I HAD to make Shizuo quote Hemingway, it was too tempting to resist! Izaya you lucky dog, you. Sooo What did you guys think? Please drop me a review, because i know exactly where i want this story to go but i have no idea what to put in the next chapter and reviews give me discipline :)
-goes back to watching u-kiss do pelvic thrusts-