"Your hand still looks pretty swelled up." Shizuo said as the brunet kept the icepack on his injured hand; that's exactly what you get when you punch the stud inside a wall.
"This is all your fault." Izaya wrote with his good hand before shoving the pad towards the brunet.
"How the hell is this my fault? You're the one who punched the damn wall." Shizuo barked angrily; Izaya grabbed the pad back and started writing again.
"Well you're the one who snuck out so late and got yourself hurt."
"I had to; do you really want some creep trying to kill you again? Anyway this doesn't even hurt; it didn't hurt when that dirt bag hit me either. The only reason I have these bandages is because Shinra wanted to put stitches in my head so I wouldn't bleed to death. It took a little longer then I thought because Shinra wanted to use the opportunity to take some blood samples from me." The two stayed silent for a while, both too tired to argue right now.
"Whatever, don't you have to go to work now?" Izaya wrote before showing the blonde the message.
"Not for another hour, I have to take a quick shower to wash off all the dried blood around the stitches. Shinra gave me a small pack of bandages but I know I'm going to need more so I have to stop by the Pharmacy after work." Izaya just nodded and took the icepack off of his hand to see if the swelling had gone down; all that was left on the pale hand was a large bruise that covered his knuckles and ran almost as far down as his wrist.
"Can you pick me up some throat lozenges; my throat is still really sore."
"Sure I guess so, are you going to get some of your work done on your new laptops?" Shizuo asked curiously.
"Yes my boss is getting pissed off and I have a lot of clients to meet with today; but the good part is by the end of the day I'll have stacks of cash." Izaya wrote happily.
"Yea whatever flea I really don't want to hear about all the money you make; you know I can take it from you easily." Shizuo's eyes widened when Izaya whipped out his switch blade and held it to his throat.
"I'd like to see you try." Izaya wrote with his free hand; Shizuo just rolled his eyes and pushed the brunet's arms back.
"Whatever, I'm going to go take a shower now." Shizuo said getting up from the chair and walking past the raven; Izaya sighed and got up to put the icepack back in the freezer.
"So much to do today, so much to do…." Izaya thought as he took his laptop out of his case and started surfing the web and going threw his chat rooms. He flipped to a new page in his notepad and started writing down his appointments and memorizing the information he would need to tell those people. He also did some estimating on how much he would charge these people for the oh-so important information he was going to tell them. Izaya never wrote any important information on his computer, he really didn't trust them, thinking that someone could hack into his computer.
"Alright flea, I'm going to work try not to die while I'm gone." Shizuo said as he emerged from the stemmed up bathroom and grabbed his car keys from the kitchen counter. Izaya waved goodbye to the blonde, not taking his eyes off the bright computer screen; he sighed and rubbed his temple once he started getting a headache. The brunet had to wear glasses when he was on his computer so he wouldn't get them but…well Izaya thought he didn't look so sexy with them on. He mumbled to himself before getting up to grab the thin framed glasses; he quickly put them on and sat back down on the couch to finish his work.
After he had finally finished writing down all the information he needed he went into the bathroom to take a well needed shower before he went out to meet his clients. He got into a long sleeve black v-neck shirt, dark jeans, and his fuzzy trimmed jacket before heading out the front door to his first appointment. Of course the people he met with were usually former gang members, criminals, regular gang members, and so forth; he never really met with regular people just looking for information. But hey where was the fun in that? It's so much better to piss off people just to get them to attack you…at least that's what Izaya thinks.
"Is there anything else you'd like to know?" Izaya wrote down and showed the hooded figure.
"No that will be all, thanks for the information shorty." The male said before walking off, Izaya just rolled his eyes at the nickname of his size. He shoved the money into his wallet and went off to his next appointment which again was in some dark alleyway. He never was afraid of anyone of his bastard clients attacking him or trying to rape him (and trust me they have tried before) because of his cat like reflexes and of course his switch blade Izaya could always escape them. Being chased by Shizuo was always good practice. Izaya stopped when he saw three large men leaning up one of the abandon buildings; two of them taking drags from a cigarette and the other examining the pocket knife he had in his hand. The brunet pulled his hood up over his head to hide his face and continued walking quickly past them; he couldn't see them anymore but he could swear they were starring at his ass.
"Hey, where're you going in such a hurry?" Izaya rolled his eyes at the uneducated sounding language the men were using. The three looked at each other with evil grins spreading across their faces; Izaya kept his fists clenched in his pockets as he could hear the heavy walking behind him.
"Don't ignore us, we just wanna talk." Another one called out as Izaya started walking faster away from them; he really didn't feel like wasting his energy on these lowlifes. His eyes widened when he felt a large hand grab him by the forearm and twist him around so his back was pressed up against the brick wall.
"Come on baby, talk to us." Izaya grounded his teeth together as he tried to reach for his switchblade; the other male grabbed both his wrists and held them above his head. Another started slipping his hands under his jacket and up his shirt.
"Oh it's a dude, by the way his body looked I thought it was a chick…eh I guess I can work with this." The buffed up male said as he ran his finger tips down Izaya's hips, make him shiver. Izaya tried to scream but no sound was able to be ripped from his injured throat.
"Please no….please…please don't…"Izaya kept thinking as he thrashed around furiously trying to get out of the strong mans grip. Why did he let himself be caught by these perverts? Why could he escape? Izaya felt tears rush down his cheeks as he closed his eyes tightly, feeling the third male's hand start moving down his stomach to the edge of his boxers.
"He's not screaming for help so he must want it." One of them laughed.
"Haha what a slut!" The other laughed; that sent Izaya over the edge he kicked his foot up and kicked the guy that was holding his wrists as hard as he could in the crotch. He let out a loud pain filled wail as Izaya whipped out his switch blade and cut the other two before rushing off down the streets. He ran for god knows how long, going through the alleyways he knew like the back of his hand. Once he was completely out of breath he leaned up against one of the buildings and slid down until he was sitting on the cold sidewalk. Izaya tilted his head back and took in deep breaths of the cold air as warm tears left wet paths on his blushing red cheeks.
"Dammit Izaya don't go weak, get off the ground and stop fucking crying. You have to meet those other clients now get the hell up you emotional bitch!" Izaya scolded himself; he got up off the ground and wiped the tears away from his eyes. When he felt more dripping out his swung a hand up and slapped himself as hard as humanly possible; making himself dizzy with pain.
"Now start walking, don't just stand there like a whore." Izaya listened to the voice in his head and started walking down the street with his hands in his pockets and his eyes focused forward.
"You're finally home; I went to Russian Sushi to pick up some dinner. I got you fatty tuna, that's your favorite right?" Shizuo asked as the brunet walked into the apartment, Izaya took off his jacket and nodded. The blonde starred at the large bruise on the side of the smaller male's face as Izaya took the container of fatty tuna and sat down next to him.
"What happened to your face, did one of your clients attack you?" Shizuo asked feeling half angry at the thought; Izaya just shook his head and started eating.
"Then what happened, did you walk into a wall or trip?" That was a lame question, why would the great Izaya Orihara accidently trip or walk into a wall? Again Izaya just shook his head at the question.
"Either your lying or something else happened, tell me." Izaya grabbed his pad and wrote a quick message.
"No, it's not that important." Shizuo read the message, making his hands going into fists.
"I want to know what happened, if someone hit you I want you to tell me. No one is allowed to hit you but me." Shizuo said angrily; Izaya sighed and started writing again.
"I hit myself." The note read; Shizuo swallowed hard as he read the message over and over again.
"Why would you hit yourself?" Shizuo asked now feeling concerned.
"These three guys tried to rape me, I was able to get away but I started crying a little. So I hit myself to make myself stop; I had other clients to meet so I didn't have time to cry." Shizuo needed a few minutes to process all of the information; Izaya gasped when Shizuo grabbed him and pulled him into his arms.
"How the hell could you do that to yourself, are you an idiot? You almost got raped and you're telling yourself you can't cry about it; you're aloud to cry Izaya." Izaya just shook his head again, trying to get out of the blonde's vise grip.
"I'm not letting you go until you cry, if you don't get this out you'll keep hurting yourself…I don't want to see you do that anymore." No matter how much the smaller male struggled he couldn't get out of the blonde's inhuman strength.
"Don't cry, don't fucking cry." Izaya thought, trying to choke back the waves of tears he felt forming in his eyes.
"I promise I won't hurt you if you cry, it's ok to cry once in a while." Shizuo said hugging the brunet tighter to his chest; that made Izaya snap. He clawed his fingernails into the blonde's back and started letting buckets of tears pour out.
Author's Note: Guys this is an Angst story as well as a romance story so of course there is going to be sad parts in this. Don't worry though; I'll put some cute chapter in soon! Please review! And thank you everyone for making this my most reviewed story. But of course my story "Remember?" still has the most hits! It's already up to 20,000 hits so I'm really proud of that and everyone who's been reviewing and reading my stories. So thank you all!