Awake

Shizuo

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Dreams are in italics.

Ah, he was dreaming, it looked like he had been put under successfully. Shizuo glanced around seeing what he was dreaming of. Of course, the start of everything. He was stuck in his memories, his legs moved forward, crashing through the gate, as laughter rang out in front of him. Ah he remembered this moment, just as he remembered everything Izaya did. Once he turned the corner he would be hit by a truck.

Not that his dream self's body listened to him, he was forced to go charging around the corner, wincing as the truck slammed into him. He flew high into the air before landing with a thud on the pavement, his uniform was ruined, but that was the least of his worries. He lay there breathing hard, seeing the object of his affection gazing down at him mockingly.

Shizuo shivered at that look, not from fear, he would never be scared of Izaya, at least not in that way. He had chased Izaya for his own protection, he had expected the flea to run away and never bother him again. But Izaya had challenged him, he had fought back, hell he had just been hit by a truck and he could see no remorse in those crimson eyes. He had fallen for a monster of a different kind.

The scene shifted and he found himself sitting on the roof top with Shinra and Kadota. He closed his eyes, remembering the moment perfectly. The door opened, as they were eating their lunch, the flea bouncing out, that usual grin on his face. He didn't want to look at the girl latched to his arm. It was the day Izaya had gotten a girlfriend, the sight made his heart twinge in his chest.

The relationship had only lasted two days, until Izaya had gotten bored and told her he didn't care about her. But for those two days, he was in pain, proof of what he felt for him. He had stayed in his room, with no appetite, not wanting to go to school.

Everything changed again, this time he was standing outside the gym. The first time he had done something for Izaya. The flea had managed to piss off the entire school, he was crafty and manipulative, or as Shinra said an asshole. They weren't planning anything good for the flea, he felt sick with every word he heard. So he did what he could. Burst into the gym and beat every single person in there up.

Every single one had been put in hospital, instead of Izaya they turned their anger and hatred towards him. It was fine, even though he didn't want to fight, even though he hated violence,If it kept them away from his crush. That was the day he had chosen to become Izaya's scape goat.

The ground underneath him changed to pavement, he now held a sign in his hands. From here he could see wide crimson eyes, as a vending machine slammed exactly 5cm away from him. Shizuo sighed, full of relief that it had worked. The only way to keep Izaya out of trouble was to keep his attention focused, he would let the flea believe he was his toy.

He remembered being in the garden of his home, spending every minute on his control. He now had perfect aim, unless he lost control, he would never be able to harm Izaya. Every time he threw something, Izaya would dodge, teasing that he had missed. He was glad he had missed.

The ground slipped from underneath him, this time he found himself on the day they finished school. He didn't smile, but he didn't cry either. No he had done that last night, when he realised Izaya would be moving away. Even if the flea hated him, he still wanted to stay by his side. And so his body moved, unable to fight the memory, their last day ending the same as the first. He didn't bother getting up, everything was over.

He didn't blink as the scene changed once again. His clothes were different, he was wearing a bartender suit, which one he didn't know yet, he had worn so many it was near impossible to tell. His dream self raised his arm, pushing open the door. Oh, so it was the first. The day Izaya had framed him, the day he realized his feelings would never be returned. Where he was pretending, Izaya truly hated him he should have expected it.

So he struggled, he punched, kicked and lashed out, the pain in his chest, worse than the weapons they used to get him under control. Who knew heartbreak was this bad. And yet he was happy to see Izaya, the new jacket that oddly enough suited him. He still had that same gleam in those crimson eyes. The one that told him, he was up to something.

When he fell into unconsciousness, his one comfort was that the flea hadn't managed to get himself killed, he was still in reach, still causing trouble. That was good enough. He fell forward, wondering how it was possible to pass out in a dream.

Coffee eyes snapped open, in shock. He was awake. Wasn't he? His eyes were wide and panicked, looking up into the bright light shining down on him. He struggled uselessly in the binds, his gaze snapping around the room randomly. "Oh, you're awake." Shizuo froze, he recognized that voice. Sure enough Shingen came into view. Fuck, was he dreaming again?

"Hey, don't you dare carry on while he's awake." Izaya? "Fine." He winced as he felt a hash pinch against his arm. "There, he's sedated." Why was Shingen operating on him? Wasn't it supposed to be Shinra? It didn't matter, his eyelids slipped closed as he felt the drugs kick in, dragging him back into darkness.

Where was he now? He knew he had been put back to sleep. "Shizu-chan." He blinked, finding himself laying down, fingers threading through his hair. Soft laughter reached his ears. "I know you're awake, silly protozoan." He sat up realizing he was on the flea's lap. This wasn't a memory, so maybe this time he was actually dreaming.

"Not that I mind, you're cute like this, I'm the only one that knows the real you." Shizuo shivered breathless as soft lips pressed against his. "Izaya." Fingers slipped under his shirt, moving along his skin, feeling cold as ice. If he had been nice at the start, would they be together now? Would it made a difference. Probably not, neither one of the them had been ready for love.

"You're burning up again, Shizu-chan." Shizuo shook his head, lowering himself back onto Izaya's lap. "Shh." He stayed where he was, letting the flea play with his hair, curling his finger one way and then the other. This dream he didn't mind, he could stay like this forever.

It didn't last, pain racked his body, making him feel sluggish, there was a dull fuzziness in his head, which he tried to ignore. Last time he had been awake he was sure Shingen had been operating on him. "Shizuo, you're awake." He blinked as he slowly gained awareness, looking around the room. There was only Shinra and Celty there. His gaze dropped to the head in her hands. Ah, so she had found it.

His brow furrowed in confusion as he searched for the missing person with his gaze. "Izaya's not here, Shizuo. We made him leave." What? Why? Izaya was helping him. His eyes widened, returning to the head. He should have known. It was why Shinra's gaze was so steely. Izaya had been the one to take Celty's head. He knew it with certainty.

Sorry Celty, he could punch the flea, but he wouldn't break up with him. After everything, his feelings only became stronger and stronger. He loved Izaya. He knew how manipulative the flea was, how much trouble he caused, after all he had made himself the one on the receiving end. After everything that had happened, he forgave him. "Get some sleep, Shizuo. Your body is still tired, you need to recover." Wordlessly he closed his eyes, falling back into a happy dream, full of soft laughter and Izaya's fingers in his hair.

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