Hay there again. Sorry for that last chapter..because it's not going to get any better. So sorry also for the extremely short and shit chapters, I just have never worked on such a big fiction ever. My first big one was Royals, so something this big I was not ready for. But, thank you all for your wonderful reviews, likes and follows, they mean a lot to me.

Okay, AN over, have this new chapter, my wonderful subjects.

You would ask, where in all this mess was Shizuo. Well, he was sitting at home, refusing to leave it until he got a glimpse of his lover or any kind of news about him. He had tried to call the Orihara family, but Izaya's mother refused to pick up the phone. He tried to call up Izaya's friends, but they didn't answer either.

There was no way he would talk with his father about the matter, mainly, because he wouldn't tell him anything, but secondly, was that he didn't want to see the man at all himself.

The blond was keen on living the rest of his life in his little painted shrine, staring at the painted wall for as long as he could, before his body gave out on him, since he didn't eat almost anything. Only his most favorite maid, Kanra-san, was a big help on keeping him alive. She had been his friend for a long time, always trying to get him out of trouble, getting him his favorite food, helping him bathe, when he was little,etc.

Now, she was trying to nurse him back to a steady diet, not only consisting of snacks, that were still in the lounge and the bottles he was downing, draining almost all of the wine cellar. She cooked him meals, always not pestering him if he wanted to eat or not, simply gently knocking on the door and leaving the food outside. Sometimes it was left outside, but most of the time, and for the happiness of the maid, the tray was taken inside. Sometimes, the maid invited him to come eat with the family, but it was always declined.

She was surprised, that when she asked once again, the rooms door popped open, the shaggy blond exiting.

He bowed in respect for her, dragging himself to the dining room, where Vorona, and his father were already seated. The pair was surprised, to finally see Shizuo joining them for a meal, since he didn't talk to anyone. He sat opposite his father, digging into his food just like a hungry animal, that hadn't eaten in days.

His father and his unwanted fiancee turned to their plates too, holding a meaningless conversation, until Mr. Heiwajima had enough.

''It's finally good to see my own flesh and blood again. How have you been, Shizuo.''

The blond raised his gaze up from his plate, his eye's dark with anger and sorrow.

''Gee, it's so nice you finally admit I am your son, since I always have been just a carcass of a leader of your fucking company. I have been okay, daddy~''

''Do not use that language at the table and do not dare to mock me, you little feral beast. I can put you in your place.''

It was about 5 minutes of awkward silence, when Vorona tried to get involved.

''Shizuo-san, I think it would be time to talk about our wedding, since it's coming up soon. I want to have the talk that proper fiancee's have, organizing the important event.''

The blond made his hand into a fist, trying not to explode again about the matter, trying not to scare the girl. It wasn't her fault they were in this mess together, it was his fathers fault.

''I am very sorry, Miss Douglanikov, but I do not wish to participate in this event at all.''

''If she wants to interact with her fiancee, she will do just that. You will obey me, you little mongrel, and I say you will talk tonight. In fact, since you were so kind to leave your little hole, I have gotten the hold on the key of it. Disobey my orders, and I will have that place destroyed. And don't worry, you will not have to put your freak-of-nature strength on it, since I made the place guarded.''

Shizuo jumped up from his seat, his fists finally slamming on the table.

''You did what!?''

''Don't worry. I haven't done anything. Yet. But if you won't be a good doggy, I will hurt your little whore personally. So watch what you are doing.''

The man stood up, wiping his mouth on the napkin.

''Thank you all, for the meal. I am retiring to my room. Do not disturb me.''

After his father left, Shizuo went berserk. He tried to get back into his room, but the guards held him back effectively. He struggled like an animal, until he understood it was no use. After thinking about what his father had said, he grabbed the nearest phone, to check up on his beloved, if he was unharmed.

"You have reached the voice inbox of Izaya Orihara. Leave a message at the tone. Beep. Haha.''

Shizuo smiled a bit, hearing the cheerful laugh, which he had dearly missed in the long time of their departure.

''Izaya, please call me back if you get this. Or at least send me a text. I just need to know if you are okay. I want to know, that my father hasn't done or said anything to upset or worry you. Please, Izaya, I need to know if you are alright. Just give me sign. I love you.''

After that, he sat down in his living room, holding his throbbing head in his hands, trying to figure out what to do next. He felt angry at himself, his father, Vorona, and even the world, that made it so he couldn't live like he had always wanted. Happily and free, just like his brother could.

While he was having a mental breakdown, Vorona had snuck into the kitchen, preparing a very special drink. She knew it was wrong from her side to do that, but it was the only way she knew to hold her fiancee to her forever. She knew she was a coward, but it had to be done. It was the only way to save her family, breaking her future husbands heart.

After the drink was done, she went to her fiancee, handing him the drink, as if wanting to apologize.

''Shizuo-san, drink this. It will make your headache better.''

Without thinking, Shizuo took the cold drink from her frail hands, downing it in one go. The cold settled in his stomach, and really did make his head better.

''I am truly sorry Vorona. I know you must be a nice person, and maybe a beautiful girl like you already has somebody, but I hope we can be friends.'' The blond said with a small smile.

Vorona felt guilt eating away at her cold heart, but she knew she couldn't back out now. It was for the best for the future. For the both of them.

The drink finally kicked in, making the blond feel sleepy. He was slowly swaying from side to side, trying to stand up straight.

''Sorry to ask, but could you help me get to my bedroom? I don't know if I would get there myself.''

''Of course, Shizuo-san.'' The girl answered, dragging the male up the long stairs of the mansion to the thick wooden door to Shizuo's bedroom. They went inside, Vorona dropping the male on his bed, the drop dragging her with him down. Shizuo tried to blink the sleep away from his eye's, as he tucked a stray hair away from his fiancee's face.

''You really are a beautiful girl, Vorona. I hope someday you will be happy too.'' Shizuo said, as the girl connected their lips together. She knew it was wrong. The heart of this man belonged to another, as did hers, but it was the only way.

As she pulled off Shizuo's clothes from his body, she knew it was wrong, but it was the only way to guarantee their agreement would not be forgotten. It was the only way to keep this relationship together. This...family...together. Forever.

Don't take away my crown..

This princess doesn't know how to rule a story..

*Hears angry mob outside her window.* I gotta run, for now.

Bye,

PrincessEvaOfTheZone