Welcome to chapter 2 *^*

Poor little Izaya... now, now let´s finally continue this C:

And actually punctual this time xDDD

Guest 2: yosh, kill them xD Shizuo gives him so much strength- considering how in DRRR he is also the only serious constant in his life it´s no wonder. In a weird sense Izaya does trust Shizuo and that a lot C: that was on purpose C. it was supposed to show how much faith he puts in him, like he doesn't waver, he doesn't, think about what he would do now, he just knows Shizu-chan is there and that everything is somehow going to be fine now. Sad isn´t it? ;-; but also sweet, kinda bittersweet. Right xD now curtains up for le panic~ C:

Reader: awww you say that like I´m evil xD -goes hiding- yep Shizu-chan is pretty much freaking out, but hey C: you will see that in a minute cx I hope you ... "like" it xD

xxOrixx3: thank you 3 C: no worries, Izaya will get better, definitely, and this time it will be very different from twtd C: wayyyy more fluff and comfort 3

Thank you so much for correcting this SoylentRamen!

And till then~

Enjoy~! xD

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Chapter 2: Saving the flea

-Shizuo´s point of view-

It was the flea.

Right?

His hands were shaking before he knew it- he couldn´t comprehend what was happening in front of him.

Izaya.

"Kill me."

The louse, right?

The flea- the flea that always annoyed him, the flea that he always said he would kill, right? The flea he hated and wanted to be gone from Ikebukuro.

The flea that he had thought was only pulling a prank on him.

No, no, but that- how?

He was-

"Shizu-chan- please."

Shizuo was frozen. His ears rang and he couldn´t tear his eyes away from the raven´s body.

His mouth opened, closed, but no words came out as those eyes stared at him- pleading. He didn´t know what to do.

He felt like he was on auto pilot- before he even noticed that he had moved his hand, he already held a phone in his palm dialing a number that he didn´t even need to think about as the phone pressed against his ear.

"Ah, Shizuo got into trouble again~?" the familiar carefree voice of a doctor both of them knew greeted him. His lips almost moved on their own as he answered, his eyes still stuck on the raven.

"Shinra-" and then finally his mind unfroze.

It was the flea.

His enemy, alright.

Izaya.

On his couch.

Dying.

"Shinra. My place- now-" He shut off the call, not bothering to put the phone anywhere as he just let it slip out of his hand. Clattering it fell to the floor as the blond almost flew over to the raven on his couch.

"Oi, Izaya! What happened?!" He had fallen to his knees his eyes fixed on the raven, hands on the ground and couch.

He looked bad.

He looked really fucking bad- he looked like he was about to die.

To seriously die. This wasn´t a joke or a prank, this was real- this was fucking real.

Izaya´s lips were too pale to just consider him as freezing, they trembled so bad, and the blood on the couch- he had lost a lot of it- Shizuo didn´t know how much blood a human body contained, but it fucking looked as if he had lost every last drop of it already.

His eyes were barely open, fluttering softly as if it already were a chore for them to stay open at all, and then...

He smiled.

He fucking smiled.

"You came." The words resonated in his head a couple times- How long had he been lying here?!

What the hell even happened to him?!

Who the hell beat up the flea like this?! Who even managed to catch him?!

Why did he look like- like-

There was no way, right.. Izaya wouldn´t..

"Shizu-chan..." The way the raven whispered his name made his blood freeze. It was such an airy voice. It even sounded just so tired. He didn´t want to hear it, and yet he couldn´t miss a single word he said.

"What is it?" he whispered back quickly, almost biting his tongue as hastiness took over, feeling as though if he raised his voice, the flea would get even more injured.

A shiver rippled through the raven´s body as his lips moved.

"... kill me."

... what?

Only now the words actually registered in his mind. Izaya had said them before. When he entered the room, it had been the first thing he asked him.

A frown appeared on his face. What the hell did he mean? Kill him?

"I won´t."

"Kill me." Again the same words. The lips trembled and Izaya was obviously straining himself to even say anything at all-

Why!?

The frown only deepened, and he tore his stare away from the flea´s face. He didn´t understand what he was saying.

"No-" The wounds- he had to take care of the wounds somehow- he was still bleeding, god, he could see the various cuts, bruises- who the hell had beaten him up like that?!

"Please, Shizu-chan." Pleading reached his ears, but he paid it no mind; instead, he shot up from his kneeling position, pulling out a drawer under the table- he ripped it out, wood splattered to the ground, but he couldn´t care less if he just broke his furniture as he quickly tugged out some bandages he used to patch himself up after a fight.

"Kill me." Again those words- he ignored them, instead focusing on the injuries. The coat was still partially wrapped around the flea. His legs were only visible up to his knees. His waist was the next thing that resurfaced from the coat, which wrapped around his back and his right arm; his left arm was completely uncovered.

Strange marks were on his limbs, long bruises, five of them in a row-

Five.

And then the blond froze.

He was about to put a layer of gauze around a particularly long cut along his shoulder when he started to notice them. When he started to see something that his mind didn´t want to understand.

Marks. Bruises.

Purplish, blue, and always five of them.

In one row.

On his arm, shoulder... waist-

"Shizu-chan." The choked sound made him snap his eyes back to Izaya´s face. Tears were trailing down his cheeks. "Why?" His voice dropped in volume making the word almost too quiet to hear as his eyes slid shut for a second-

"Oi, Izaya-" The blond reached forward, intending to shake the raven´s shoulder, but his eyes fluttered open once again a tear dropping from his lashes. His expression churned into one of pain-

"Why did no one hear me?" -and Shizuo froze. His mind forcing itself to not get what the raven said. To not understand.

Because...

No.

He didn´t want to see. He didn´t want to understand.

That didn´t happen, right?

"Shizu-chan." Again, he whispered his name, the brilliant red eyes looking at him, emotions swirling in them that he had never seen the flea show. His brows knitted into a pained expression.

And then he let his eyes slip shut. The blond unfroze, his hand moving onwards from its position to shake the flea on his shoulder-

"Izaya?" But the flea didn´t move, he didn´t even flinch, just-

"Oi- Izaya!"

And then the door opened once more- a very familiar figure in a laboratory coat entering the scene.

The expression he wore was a partly worried, partly smiling one, his glance first falling on the blond, of course. Because he was the first thing he saw.

Shinra was about to ask Shizuo why he had sounded so strange on the phone, what the hell that track in front of his apartment was. But when his sight fell onto the couch, he was given the answer he searched for without having to ask.

"Oh god-" His eyes widened and he adjusted his glasses while rushing over to the already unconscious raven, his expression paling to a degree that would make a sheet of paper hide in shame.

"What did you do?!" The words were yelled, frantically, the blood he had seen... if it seriously all belonged to Izaya, then his condition was more than just a serious one-

Shizuo was about to say something, say it wasn't him, wanted to say what he thought happened but... no, he was wrong-

And then Shinra pulled the coat off.

More blood, bruises and cuts. It was a large gash in Izaya's side that was losing the most blood, that was obvious now- and also something else.

The blond´s words got caught in his throat- he felt like choking on the sight.

He saw them. More of them.

Five in a row.

Everywhere. Five in a row.

Bruises.

Five in a row.

The table cracked from the force Shizuo´s knee hit it as he rushed away from the scene. Just away-

Out of the house.

Out of this room.

He didn´t want to see.

Bloody stairs came into sight as he stormed out of the room, a cigarette wandering from his pocket to his lips- his hand shaking, and he couldn´t stop it.

Hands clutched his head as he let himself slump down on the stairs. The lighter fell from his hands as he tried to light the cigarette- sliding away from him with a clacking noise, stopping right in that bloody trail.

The bloody trail.

He couldn´t tear his eyes away from it.

His eyes followed it despite him not wanting to.

It started in that alley.

The dark alley across his apartment.

More blood. He could see it from here. There was even more over there.

He never thought something like this would happen.

He didn´t think...

That flea...

What if he died?

On that couch-

Right now.

What if he died now?

What if he was already dead?

The words didn´t stop repeating.

He couldn´t stop the scene from repeating in his head.

He couldn´t stop imagining those eyes when they whispered this stupid nickname one more time before closing.

He couldn´t stop seeing those bruises.

...

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... fuck...

He frowned, he shot up again, he walked a few steps.

Just to punch the light pole next to his house that had stopped working after the multiple assaults he had started against it.

Once twice.

He took a step back.

What happened there?!

He punched it.

Just what?!

And punched it again.

Anger.

Incredible anger took over his mind; he didn´t even know who he was angry at, what he was angry for, he just felt like fucking ripping someone to shreds-

The metal screeched, the pole started to bend, but the blond didn´t stop hitting it. He didn´t stop-

"Why did no one hear me?"

The words made his blood run cold and his mind go into rage.

"Kill me."

Violently, he turned the lamp into a piece of trash.

Only minutes later he stopped. Huffing, he looked at the pole he had completely destroyed. The light was bending down in a weird angle- it was never going to work again.

Only when he felt an odd warm sensation on his fists did he notice that they were bleeding.

Red stained the spot he had kept punching the pole in.

Again his hands found back into his hair, clutching his head as he looked back at his entrance. The door was wide open.

Izaya was in there. Shinra was in there.

Shinra would save him, right?

Izaya wouldn´t die, right? There was no way a pest like him could just die like that.

A cockroach like him would survive no matter how many times it was killed.

Dread started to fill him once more.

He wouldn't die, no way.

Right?

Right...?

His chest constricted as he took a weary step towards the entrance.

There was no way, right?

It was so quiet up there.

What happened in there? What was Shinra doing?

Shinra was patching him up. Shinra would save him for sure, right?

Closer and closer the door came.

And then he saw the brunette- crying.

His heart skipped a beat; forgetting to breathe, he took one more step into the room, now glancing at the flea.

Shinra was still doing his job. The bag he was always carrying around for emergencies was open next to the couch, dozens of different tools and bandages and things that Shizuo didn´t even recognize were arrayed on the floor.

It was only when he noticed that the flea´s chest was still moving up and down softly that he remembered to breathe himself.

"Shinra-" But the doctor only shook his head when he caught his name, his hands basically flying over the raven´s injuries as he patched up one after the other. A weird little plastic bag was attached to Izaya, countless bandages had been wrapped around various injuries, and Shinra was just sewing another cut shut-

Wearily, Shizuo felt his lips move, his eyes not able to tear themselves away from the unconscious raven-

"He will survive... right?" It was only then that the doctor actually glanced at him, sadness and worry swimming in his eyes as he opened his mouth to speak but closed it once more. Almost violently he pulled his glasses from his face, rubbing his sleeve over his eyes to see more clearly. Blood stained his coat, the red on his sleeves now wandering to his face.

But then he paused and his eyes widened-

"Shizuo, come here!" The sudden yell tearing through the heavy silence startled the blond greatly, but he moved instantly, not knowing what the doctor wanted until he was right in front of him.

The man grabbed his arm, shoving the sleeve up before almost shoving a needle violently into his skin. A transparent tube was attached to it, leading to a little bag which also had a tube on the other side of it.

The blond blinked, not getting what was going on when the blood started running down the tube.

It was collecting in there- the second the blood reached the other side of the tube which was in the brunette's hand, Shinra closed it up and stuck a needle into it before adjusting it to the flea´s upper arm.

Shizuo wanted to ask what the hell he was doing before the doctor interrupted him.

"He lost too much blood." A tear dropped from his face once more and he angrily wiped it away, trying to focus on the task at hand as he continued to tend to the raven´s injuries.

The words made the blond freeze for a second.

"What do you mean, too much...?" They way he put it left a really bitter taste on the blond´s lips, almost as if the doctor was trying to say...

Shinra´s frown only grew deeper, doing nothing to ease the blond´s worries as he answered.

"I don´t know if he will make it, Shizuo."

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End of chapter 2 C: Now, you can breathe xD the worst part of the whole story is over 3 Now there will be comfort, lots, lots, lots of comfort and sweetness and just Shizaya C: With a little bit of drama in between cx

For those who are wondering where "Behind closed doors" chapter 11 is, it will be updated within a few hours! xD

As for "I want to stay with you forever"- chapter 38: Naughty, naughty~ that one will be updated shortly after that as well~ C;

With that being said, I love you guys 3 See you again in "A single touch" chapter 3 on 28th August~ *0* xD