Shizuo sat there on his couch for a few minutes just thinking. Well, that and feeling slightly irritated that he would have to spend the night with the key of his hatred and he didn't have anything that would keep him calm for the hours. He rubbed his temple with a small sigh and sat there trying to think of a way to keep himself calm until the morning it, or until he could get to sleep.

"This is going to be one hell of a night."

That much, he could already tell.

It was already agitating him that he wouldn't have anything that could keep his head levelled, and he knew that Izaya never just gave him a break.

No, that would be really unlike him.

He flinched really badly, and he was absolutely positive that it was noticeable to Izaya when he heard the voice of the guy that he know would cause him so much trouble over the night.

Shizuo let out a growl as he tried to cover up his ears to block out the flea's voice.

"Shut up you damn flea! I'm right here on the couch, why are you screaming my name?"

He was pretty sure that his eye had started to twitch from being so annoyed as his fingers clenched and unclenched his fist to try and keep him from snapping to badly.

The last thing he wanted was to ruin his small house with his rage mode.

Izaya stopped annoyingly repeating Shizuo's petty little nickname when the blonde cut in with, what he'd say was a rage for normal humans, was it not the fact that Shizuo's hatred towards him scaled this down to a 1.4 on the level Izaya recalled things by. In fact, Izaya's mental graph of 'Shizu-chan's anger points' held only three dots before absolute explosion. The informant stepped through the doorway, dragging his suit case behind him until he reached just a few (for safety precautions) meters if front of the couch. He often didn't mind getting 'too close' when he and another talked, because it made him feel condescending, in Shizuo's case even though the blonde was much taller, Izaya still grasped the upper hand with a card of wit, well-played and almost spontaneously devised. It was really just 'talk for luck', Izaya didn't want to tumble over his words, and he didn't want to make any mistakes for the cause of deeming himself stupid.

"You're on my bed. Get off," he stated matter-of-factly, with a blank face, though his hold on the handle of the suitcase tightened. It was bitter-sweet nowadays to suffice Shizuo's reactions. "And I'm hungry. Can you cook, Shizuo? Because I can't. And going out with you in public is humiliating."

Shizuo could cook... couldn't he? He lived alone. No, Izaya couldn't cook. No, it wasn't humiliating going out with Shizuo in public to actually practice humane conversation with him. It was nerving.

Shizuo felt himself about to sneer at how the flea had just walked in and was already starting to talk to him like Shizuo was the one forcing himself into his house. It was HIS couch, but it was also HIS small act of kindness, along with one of the need to finally get rid of Izaya in the first place, that put him in this certain situation though.

Instead of letting all his anger flow from him like he usually did, he decided that he could try to control it enough so that he wouldn't go on his usual daily rampages. But that though quickly went down the drain when Izaya had started to demand things with a blank look on his face, and then insult him like he wouldn't do anything!

His face went from that of anger to one of a furious bull that had been teased and aggravated for way to long. Here he was being the kindest that he has ever been to the informant broker, hell!

It was the nicest that he had ever been to anyone in general besides Tom, and this was his thanks for the effort to put up with him? If anything, he should be sitting down like a good flea should and enjoy his last couple of days a live!

Shizuo had started to grip the arm rest of the chair tightly as he gritted his teeth by now, trying to keep his calm since he was in his own house and he didn't want to go breaking anything in there. He had truly forgotten how annoying the flea's voice could be when he wanted to annoy the crap out of someone.

"Just shut up and sit the hell down!"

He gritted out. He didn't have anything to make really, and he was really thinking of letting the skinny flea starve to death, but decided that it would be an alternate way to kill him later.

"I was going to order take out since I haven't gone to the store yet!"

Izaya watched Shizuo's grip on the couch tighten, he watched that familiar face twist and straighten with his rage just in a petty attempt to keep calm, and he watched the blonde grit his teeth. It was almost too fun to watch Shizuo when he got like this, though for some reason when Shizuo ordered him into doing something to constrict at that moment, it made Izaya only half-heartedly snicker. For some reason, now he didn't want to be limited to as to what he could do, to what emotions he could show. But around Shizuo, he wasn't sure, conflicted as he was, whether at this point in time, he could show more or less emotion than he had. Should he try and stop himself from being as conspicuous and readable as anything other one of his oh so precious human beings? Or would it make more sense for Izaya to remain the same and die with dignity? It seemed that the latter way would still cause him misery, though he could take a gander that he was going to hell.

The former informant narrowed his eyes, his mouth still twisted into the shape of a sneer as he shrugged. "Take away? Remind me again, if you eat that lousy food, why you're so - " Izaya paused, and for a moment, he just stared at Shizuo. What the fuck was he about to say? He was so... muscular? Well-developed, good looking? He almost gagged at the thought! Izaya dropped his suitcase and turned around, so his back was to Shizuo. Because for God's sake he hoped that the blonde was dim enough to excuse that, Izaya's face was beet-red. "Stupid. I guess you being stupid and dysfunctional is because of the bad food that you eat."

If Shizuo didn't look that anger before, he surely did now. He didn't HAVE to feed the damned flea, that was nowhere in the deal that they made. The only thing he really had to do was act like they were friends, and if Izaya was going to act like a snobby prick of a friend, then he had the right to do what a friend would do and get mad at him.

"You damn flea..."

It wasn't breaking the deal at all in his mind, it was playing the part.

This guy, he had no gratitude, Shizuo could see that clearly now. At first Shizuo thought that maybe being at least a little nice, though he knew that it was going to take every bone in his body to not pound the flea's face in, would change Izaya if not a little.

But obviously that was not going to happen.

So Shizuo had to bear through it until the time was over, and would finally but Izaya Orihara exactly where he belongs,

Six feet under.

Though for now he just wanted to blow off some steam before he exploded from the inside out.

"You're always running your mouth; you never know when to shut up!"

The grip on the couch had tightened to a point in which his finger had made dents in them. All senses were thrown out the window as Shizuo let out a war cry and gripped his couch tight as he stood up. Then he heaved it over his head and sent it launch at Izaya with as much force as he could.

"If you don't like how I live then go sleep at your own fucking place!"

All that Izaya registered before he heard Shizuo's usual yelling and array of unintelligent insults was that he needed to get ready to duck. And so, went he realized that Shizuo had actually just launched a couch at him, he smirked smugly and crouched to the ground quickly letting the couch slam against the wall behind him, beside the kitchen, taking out plaster that was only going to make Shizuo's small apartment appear even dodgier. He stood up straight again right afterwards, surprisingly his heart was beating faster, but it wasn't out of surprise, Shizuo's fights with him always made him oddly excited. No, not in a sexual way, mind. He shoved his hands back into his pockets, heaving a sigh that came out still with his usual 'everything is a game' attitude, and Izaya turned to stare at the half broken wall, chunks gone and plaster falling; in nonchalance. "Well, that's great Shizu-chan, but... now where am I supposed to sleep?"

Sorry this took so long! My RP buddy just graduated so we should be able to write more and more :3