I haven't updated this story for so freaking long, I hope you don't hate me. I don't know if anybody even reads this thing anymore. I'm sorry for being such a bitch to you all, but I had a testing time in school, in which I had to have all my marks succesful, or they would throw me out. I am writing this, because I did it!

I have got the winter break, so this is my Christmas present to you. I hope to make something I hope you will like. It's going to be 12 days of Suit and Tie. Atleast, I'm going to try.

ENJOY!

Some time had passed, since the two lovers had returned from their trip to Niseko. They had returned to their rutine at work, Shizuo dealing with a lot of meetings and paperwork before the holidays, while Izaya aided in any way that he could. The stress with work was growing even more, since they had to do all the work, before New Years, since Mr. Heiwajima checked it all himself. Every night they came home exhausted, falling asleep instantly. They barely had time together.

It was finally the weekend and they finally had time to relax. Izaya was bored out of his mind, so he picked out his canvas, brushes and paint, to start a new project. But now there was a problem.

What the hell should he paint?

There wasn't any orders for more decorations from Kadota, he didn't have any inspiration to paint, but he had to.

Then, something popped in his head from a memory.

''Promise me, you'll draw something for me, when we get back.''

Izaya did promise to paint something for him. But why paint something for him, when he could draw him?

The raven got out his sketching pencil, drawing lines on the white square, making a heads shape settle on the paper. He did a bit of shading, accenting some places, like the chin and collar bones. He focused more of his time on the outlines, than the face and body itself, when he suddenly felt strong arms wrapp around his waist, holding him close to his chest.

''So, you decided to finally paint something for me?''

''I'm trying do draw you,but this isn't going to be just any old portrait. I always put my feelings in all of my paintings, even if it's just a bowl of fruit.

''I hope you won't make me look all pink.''

Izaya was confused for a bit and asked his lover as he stilled his hand on the paper.

''Why the hell should you be pink?''

Shizuo just chuckled and pressed his raven closer to his chest.

''Well, pink is the color of love.''

At that statment, Izaya turned bright pink, but still continued his work.

''I don't just put my feelings in the colors. It's...more complicated than that. You'll see when I finish this thing.''

''Okay. I'm holding you to it. On a different note, what are we gonna have for breakfast?''

''Anything you want, Shizu-chan.''

It was the last couple of days before the holidays, when Shizuo recieved a call from his father. Izaya was in the office kitchen, baking something sweet, since the sugary smell erupted like a volcano in the room. The blond was sitting by his table, franticlly typing on his computer all the last documents, statistics and what not.

The raven soon came in the room, putting a tray of gingerbread and colorful sugar cookies, with a glass of milk, himself sitting on the small sofa with a book in his hands.

A comfortable silance settled in the room, when it was broken by a shrill sound of a ringtone. Shizuo picked it up, checking the caller ID. It was his father.

Not wanting to upset his lover, who had raised his eyebrows, he muttered a quick 'I'll be right back' and headed into his meeting room, which was protected by soundproof glass.

Once inside, he pressed the answer button.

''Hello?''

''Ah, Shizuo. I recon you are at work at this moment?''

''Yeah, I am. Where else should I be?''

''Oh, I don't know. Maybe still in Niseko, with your employee. Oh, sorry. I meant lover.''

The blond gritted his teeth at the sarcastic bite in his fathers tone, but left it alone.

''Well, I'm not. Is that all you called me for? For a check up on your adult son, who can do whatever he wants with his life and dates?''

''I must admit, it was partly that. I also wanted to check how are you dealing with the years statistics. I hope they haven't dropped, since there is something to distract you from your precious work now.''

''Izaya is not a distraction!'' The blond yelled in rage, slamming his fist on the hardwood table, making it tremble under the force of the hit. ''And your precious company is doing fine, putting money in a fuckin lazy ass geezers pocket.''

''Do not speak with me in that tone, young man. Just wait until your mother finds out about this.''

''Oh, so you're trying to put her against my life decisions too? How shallow of you, father.'' Shizuo bit back again.

''You will obey my orders. You are nothing more than just a pawn in my company. Just so you know, with only one snap of my fingers you will be broke. I am not afraid of you.''

''For your info, I'm not scared of you eather. Goodbye.''

''I will put you on the right path of life again, like I used to. And that raven of yours, will not fit in that scenario. Until next time, Shizuo.''

And with that he hung up.

Shizuo didn't want to admit, that he was scared of his father, but he was. The man was more powerful then he could ever be, and he feared, that he would harm his beloved. The thought alone made him stay awake, his hands restless against his sleeping lover.

If somebody even tries to hurt you, I will not forgive them. May they all burn in hell. You are me everyting. Izaya.

Okay, now this may be short, but it's just a filler.

Also, the painting will be important in the future, I just introduced it to you all.

Give me some more ideas for another filler, because, this story is my baby.

Merry Christamas,

PrincessEvaOfTheZone