this chapter, i'll admit, i was a bit hesitant to write, but I know ur all waiting so i finished as soon as i could. I must say, this story has gotten rather popular..*sniffle* i love all of u guys!

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Chapter 7

Shizuo woke up before Izaya did, surprisingly enough. He yawned and stretched before making his way to the bathroom, pulling up his shirt sleeve. Dried blood covered his arm around the gashes and, after some inspection, he saw dried blood on and under his nails as well. He sighed and turned on the sink, rinsing the blood off his arms, wincing a bit. His nails were next, soon clean as well. He pulled his sleeve down and exited the bathroom, walking down the hall and peering into his bedroom.

Izaya was sleeping, the blankets wrapped and twisted around his legs as one arm hung off the bed. Shizuo blinked before a small chuckled escaped his lips. So even that annoying Flea sleeps like a normal person...?

He closed the door and trudged to the livingroom, plopping onto the couch and scooping up the remote. He switched on the TV, aimlessly flipping through the stations in a weak attempt at finding something to watch. He settled for an early morning cartoon, the kind kids watch, a small smile tugging at his lips. After the small break down last night, the cartoons made him smile.

A sudden ringing from down the hall startled him and he jerked, before hearing it stop after a few seconds and just barely hearing Izaya's voice; it was just Izaya's cell phone. He relaxed again, leaning back into the couch and staring back at the TV. A few minutes passed, Izaya's muffled voice barely heard. Shizuo finally heard his door open and Izaya trudged in, his phone pressed to his ear. "Yeah, hang on mom."

Izaya looked at Shizuo with sleepy eyes. "Ne, Shizu-Chan, is it ok if my little sisters come over for the day? My parents have special buisness to take care of and want me to watch them."

Shizuo blinked. "...You have sisters?"

Izaya nodded with a small yawn. "Yeah, two...so can my parents drop them off? It's just for the day, we'll still study and what not."

Shizuo shrugged a bit. "Yeah, that's fine, I guess."

"Thanks," Izaya smiled before continuing his phone conversation. "Yeah, you can drop them off here. Oh, and can you bring me a few changes of clothes?...Yes, I forgot...Thanks, I'll take care of the girls...Bye." Izaya hung up and plopped on the couch, yawning yet again. "I was sleeping so wonderfully too..."

Shizuo raised an eyebrow as he looked at the black haired male. "...You didn't tell me you had sisters."

"You didn't ask," Izaya reminded with a sleepy smirk.

"Right..." Shizuo muttered.

An awkward silence fell between the two. Izaya glanced over at the blonde, noticing the deep bags under his eyes. "Ne, Shizu-chan, did you even go to sleep?"

"Eh," Shizuo blinked before it sunk in. He shrugged. "Yeah, just not very well. So what time will your sister's be here?"

"About twenty minutes," Izaya shrugged, standing again. "Shall i make breakfast?"

"You don't have to," Shizuo muttered, standing too.

Izaya raised an eyebrow playfully. "And take the risk of letting you cook, when you have no cooking skills? I think not; I'll cook, you watch your cartoons."

Shizuo twitched. "They aren't cartoons, they're-"

"Anime," Izaya finished as he strolled into the kitchen, waving it off. "Same thing, dear."

Shizuo huffed as he sat back down, eyes narrowed at his TV screen. In the kitchen, Izaya opened the fridge and yawned. I slept pretty well, Shizu-Chan's bed was comfortable...though it smelled like him...Though I didn't really mind...

Izaya paused, his eye twitching. "Did I just...think that...?"

"What was that?" Shizuo called from the living room.

"Nothing!" Izaya called over his shoulder, turning back to stare into the fridge with a still twitching eye. He spoke quietly this time. "I don't like the brute's smell; that's creepy, even for me."

He shook his head and pulled out a carton of eggs and looked over his shoulder. "Shizu-chan, do you like french toast?"

"Sure," Shizuo called back.

Izaya smiled and looked back into the fridge but paused, spotting a rather large quantity of pudding cups in the back of the fridge. He blinked, raising an eyebrow. "That's alot of pudding..."

"Don't touch it!" Shizuo was behind him in a flash, yanking him away from the fridge. "Those are mine!"

Izaya steadied himself, trying not to laugh. "P-pardon?"

Shizuo shut the fridge, face a light shade of pink. "D-don't touch the pudding...or any of the sweets...ask me first, but don't lay a finger on the pudding."

Izaya snickered, setting the carton of eggs on the counter. "My, I had no idea you were so fond of sweets...That's valuble information. Thank you."

Shizuo rolled his eyes and looked away. "...Shut up." He exited the kitchen with a huff.

Izaya shook his head with a small grin. Not the kind of information i was looking for...but it's something, at least...

Izaya began to cook then, Shizuo sitting in the livingroom. Soon the smell of cinnamon caught his attention and he smiled a bit; he loved cinnamon, too.

After a while, there was a knock at the door. Izaya was there before Shizuo had the chance to stand, the raven throwing open the door. Shizuo heard girlish giggles, and heard what he assumed was Izaya's mother's voice. "You plan a sleep over and didn't even bring clothes? Baka~"

Izaya chuckled. "Yeah, I guess it slipped my mind."

"You're lucky i called then," Shizuo heard Izaya's mother reply. "Now, make sure Kururi and Mairu don't annoy your friend, ok?"

"Of course," Izaya said. "Bye mom~"

The door closed and Shizuo looked over, meeting two pairs of brown eyes. He blinked, staring at the two younger girl's who clung to Izaya. "Uhm..."

"Girl's," Izaya began in a voice Shizuo had never heard from him before. "This is Shizu-Chan."

Kururi bit her lip, walking over and smiling at Shizuo. "Hi, Shizzy! Iza-nii told us about you!"

Shizuo blinked, raising an eyebrow. "He did, did he?"

"Yeah," Mairu grinned, rushing over as well. She pushed her glasses up, head tilted. "You're bigger than I thought..."

"You're cute!" Kururi giggled, Mairu giggled as well.

Shizuo smiled slightly. "...You two are cute too. What are your names?"

Kururi grinned, jumping in place. "Orihara Kururi!"

Mairu giggled, waving. "Orihara Mairu."

Shizuo smiled. Izaya, chuckling, walked over and set his hands on the girl's heads. "Let Shizu-Chan wake up a bit before you start yelling, girls; come help me cook so Shizu-chan can get dressed."

Kururi pouted slightly. "But I wanna talk to Shizzy!"

"Me too," Mairu muttered, crossing her arms with an adorable pout.

Izaya smiled and looked at Shizuo, shrugging in apology. "It seems they like you, Shizu-Chan..."

"Yeah," Shizuo murmured, standing up. He looked at both girls, offering up a smile. "Let me get dressed and then I'll help you two and your brother cook, is that fair?"

The two girls nodded and Shizuo looked at Izaya. "I'll be out in a minute."

"Alright," Izaya shrugged, leading his sisters towards the kitchen. "Wear those sexy jeans I found in your closet, Shizu-Chan!"

Shizuo opened his mouth to yell, but the raven haired male was already gone. He shook his head, muttering lightly about "Sicko fleas", and made his way to his room.

He had no idea Izaya had siblings, let alone younger ones; he didn't seem much like a big brother type, anyways. Then again, though, neither did Shizuo himself, but from what he could see, Izaya was ten times better at being a big brother. He paused at that thought, but what did it matter? It's not like Kasuka cared if he was a good big brother or not, and it's not like he wanted to be a big brother.

He sighed, shaking his head free of those thoughts and walking to his closet. He spent only a few seconds deciding on what to wear, pulling out a pair of blue jeans and another long sleeved shirt, this one white. He tugged his shirt off, pausing in the process to stare at his wrist. The scars looked better, since had had cleaned them and what not. He sighed, pulling on his white shirt and his jeans. He kicked his pajamas aside and made his way out, stopping to silently, and sneakily, peer into the kitchen.

Izaya was at the stove, humming and looking over where Lururi and Mairu were carefully cracking and mixing eggs in a bowl. Izaya smiled a bit. "Don't get any in your hair, go it? That's a big, sticky mess."

"Right," Kururi giggled, cracking another egg.

Mairu smiled, looking towards Izaya. "Why can't we cook the french toast and bacon with you, Iza-Nii?"

"I'd rather you two not be near the stove," Izaya laughed. He fliped a few slices of bacon. "You'll get burned."

"Iza-Nii," Mairu pouted, crossing her arms. "We're not super little!"

"But you're still little," Izaya pointed out with a joking smirk. "Let your big brother protect you, hm?"

Shizuo smiled to himself. He had to admitt it; Izaya did seem like a pretty amazing older brother: kind, smart, protective and enjoyable...everything he wasn't. He shook away those thoughts, making his way into the kitchen. Kururi and Mairu grinned. "Hi Shizzy!"

"Hi girls," Shizuo waved a bit, walking over to stand a few feet from Izaya. "So, what can I help with?"

Izaya hummed a bit. "Do you know how to cook eggs?"

Shizuo nodded slowly. "Yeah, I can do that."

"Then help the girls with that," Izaya threw a smile over his shoulder.

Shizuo nodded and walked over to the girls, smiling a bit. Kururi grinned, looking up at shizuo. "Shizzy, we got them all mixed and we got the pan ready and everything! Scrambled eggs!"

Shizuo smiled and nodded, looking at Mairu. "How about you pour them into the pain and Kururi and I do the rest? Then after, you can put them on the plates."

Mairu nodded quickly. "Ok, deal!"

While they cooked, Izaya watched silently. No, this time he wasn't watching Shizuo for mere amusement, this time was different. His sisters were here, hanging on and hugging the "Monster" of Ikkebukuro...any brother would be worried. But, he was feeling more than worry, something totally different all together.

He was stunned, there, he had admitted it. Izaya was stunned that Shizuo could look so...brotherly; they weren't even his siblings! This was yet another side of Shizuo he hadn't seen, one he enjoyed. It almost made him feel bad for being so cruel to him...almost.

Breakfast was finished soon and the four of them ate, Shizuo yet again marveling at Izaya's cooking skills. When it came to washing dishes, Shizuo quickly assured that he would take care of it while Izaya, Mairu and Kururi watched TV. He carried the dishes into the kitchen, turning on the sink and yanking up his sleeves. He washed dishes in silence, unaware of the two silent little girls slowly creeping up on him until..."Rawr!"

"Jesus!" Shizuo jumped, the plate in his hand almost slipping out of his grasp. He steadied it and then frowned, looking at the two little girls by him. "That wasn't funny.'

"Was too," Kururi snickered.

"You got scared!" Mairu added, giggling.

Shizuo rolled his eyes. "I could have dropped that...what do you want?"

"We wanna help you," Mairu informed quickly, pushing her glasses up.

Shizuo thought for a second before nodding. "Ok, I'll wash, Kururi will dry and Mairu will set them on the counter so that I can put them away."

So, they started to do the dishes. Shizuo washed and rinsed them, handing them over to Kururi who dried them off with a towel before handing them to Mairu, who carefully set them on the counter. Shizuo smiled a bit at the two helpful, adorable girls. "Thanks for helping me, girls. Where's your brother?"

"Watching TV," Mairu answered.

Shizuo nodded a bit, rinsing off a plate and handing it to Kururi. The girl reached for the plate and then stopped, blinking at Shizuo's arm. "...Why do you have scratches on your arm, Shizzy?"

Shizuo froze, watching as Mairu looked over Kururi's shoulder to see as well. Both girls winced at the sight, looking up at Shizuo expectantly. Shizuo hesitated, biting his lip and thinking. "I...uhm...my...my cat did it."

The two girls blinked, Kururi tilting her head. "You have a kitty, Shizzy?"

"Yes," Shizuo lied quickly, smiling. "She's hiding today, but yeah, I have a cat. I was playing with her and she got too rough. That's where the scratches came from."

"Oh," Both girls muttered before smiling. Shizuo felt a heavy wave of guilt wash over him for lying to the little girls, looking back at the sink blankly. Had the two been just a few years older, they wouldn't have believed a word he had said to them about the fake cat, but he was lucky...as long as Izaya didn't catch on.

They finished their dishes and Shizuo pulled his sleeves back down, watching the girls skip off into the livingroom. He hesitated for a second before walking there as well. Izaya looked away from the Tv, smiling at Shizuo. "Go fetch your math things from yesterday; we have studying to do."

Shizuo nodded absently, walking down the hall. Izaya glanced that way for a second before looking at his sisters who sat in front of the TV. "That was nice of you to help Shizu-Chan with the dishes, girls."

They turned, grinning. Kururi shrugged a bit. "It was fun, ah but Shizzy has scratches from his mean kitty!"

Izaya blinked and tilted his head. "Kitty? Shizu-Chan doesn't have a cat..."

"Yeah he does," Mairu nodded quickly. "A mean one that scratched his arm up! We saw the scratches, Iza-nii!"

Izaya raised an eyebrow silently and then nodded. "If you say so..."

That little idea planted its self in Izaya's mind, and it did not sit well at all. He knew Shizuo didn't have a cat, he had been here long enough to prove so. Though he wasn't sure what to make of the "scratches" his sister's had claimed to have seen. Shizuo had been wearing long sleeves since he had met him, so even if a cat had scratched him, he wouldn't have seen it. Izaya would admit that he was a tad confused, but he pushed it aside as Shizuo enetered the room, math text book, notebook and a pencil in hand. Shizuo set the stuff down on the living room table, sitting and looking up at Izaya. "Ok, i'm ready."

Izaya blinked, unsure why that little phrase had sent a very wrong, very perverted shiver down his spine. Damn, Shizu-Chan really knows how to make me think dirty, doesn't he?

"Of course," Izaya sat up and slid the math book over, flipping it open to the page they had been on the previous night. "Ok, number five. You try it, then I'll help you."

Shizuo nodded and got to work and Izaya leaned back into the couch once more. He looked at Kururui and Mairu, who were both staring at the Tv, and then back at Shizuo. He watched Shizuo tilt his head a bit, most likely thinking "What the hell am I even looking at?!", and he smirked a bit. He watched Shizuo write down the equation, his smirk fading as he watched the concentrated look on the blonde's face. At that moment he looked, dare Izaya say it, adorable. Eyebrows furrowed, pink tongue sticking out just barely...

He shook his head, dismissing those thoughts as quickly as possible. "Are you stuck, Shizu-Chan?"

"Uh," Shizuo ran a hand through his hair. "Well...kind of. I think I know how to start this but i'm not sure..."

Izaya stooed and walked over to sit beside the blond, looking over at the equation. "Well, what do you think you have to do?"

"...Add like terms...?" Shizuo tried, looking at Izaya hopefully.

Izaya nodded, smiling a tiny bit. "Very good, it seems that little brain of yours is starting to develop."

"Iza-nii," Kururi whined, looking over her shoulder with a glare. "Be nice to Shizzy!"

Izaya chuckled and nodded. Shizuo got to work on the problem, a few silent minutes passin until he stopped again. Izaya raised an eyebrow. "What is it?"

Shizuo tilted his head at his paper. "...This shit makes no fucking sense."

"Language," Izaya snapped, slapping the back og the other male's head. "There are children present, you idiot."

Shizuo rolled his eyes as he looked at Kururi and Mairu who were looking back at him. "Do you mind if I cuss?"

"Nope," Both girls replied with smiles, turning back to the TV.

Izaya rolled his eyes and sbatched Shizuo's paper off of the table. "Let me see what you did."

Shizuo watched Izaya scan over the problem, biting his lip; he really didn't want anything to be wrong in that problem. Izaya raised an eyebrow, setting the paper down. "I'm not sure why you got stuck; this is right, so far. What do you do now to finish it?"

"I don't know," Shizuo admitted, tapping his pencil lightly. "I'm stuck."

"Try dividing the answer in half," Izaya suggested with a small smile.

Shizuo hesitated and then nodded, getting back to work. Izaya stared at him, head tilted. You really are different here than you are at school, Shizu-Chan...you're not a brute here at all...

Shizuo set his pencil down, sighing. "Done."

Izaya collected the paper again and looked it over. He smirked a bit, setting the paper down. "Very good, you're learning."

Shizuo frowned, pointing his pencil at the raven haired male with a glare. "Watch it, flea."

"I was simply complimenting you," Izaya defended, gripping the pencil and tugging idly.

The sudden tug caught Shizuo off guard and he fell forward, crashing into Izaya and sending them both to the floor. Izaya blinked a bit, looking at the blonde now lying directly on his chest. "...If you wanted to cuddle with me, you could have asked, Shizu-Chan."

Shizuo's face turned bright red as he quickly sat up, glaring. "Shut up, you made me fall!"

"Heh," Izaya snickered and sat up, picking up the pencil that had fallen out of Shizuo's grasp and handing it to the blonde. "Next problem, Shizu-Chan."

For the next two hours, Shizuo would do the problems and Izaya would check them, correcting Shizuo on the mistakes and helping him fix them. Kururi and Mairu had eventually fallen asleep, lying on top of one another. Izaya tilted his head at them as Shizuo, finally, shut the mathbook. "Shizu-Chan, can they sleep in your room for a few hours?"

Shizuo blinked at the sleeping girls before nodding. "Yeah, I'll help you take them in my room."

Izaya scooped up Mairu and Shizuo lifted Kururi, the males slowly making their way to Shizuo's room. They laid both girls down in the bed and pulled the blankets over them. As they made their way back down the hall, Izaya glanced at the blonde. "So, where's your cat?"

Shizuo frowned in confusion as he looked at Izaya. "What?"

"Your cat," Izaya repeated as he sat down on the couch. "The one you told my sisters about?"

It took a moment for it to seep in and then Shizuo blinked. "Oh..! Well...it's not really my cat...more like a wild one that, you know, comes around..."

Izaya had known many master liars in his time, had even considered himself a master liar as well, so it wasn't that hard for him to guess that Shizuo was lying. He leaned back into the couch, shaking his head. "Well, obviously I don't believe you."

Shizuo frowned and sat on the other end of the couch with a huff. "So what? It's none of your buisness."

Izaya shrugged simply, looking at the TV. A silence fell between the two, Izaya slowly looking over at the blonde. Shizuo looked on edge, sitting stiffly and rigidly. Izaya frowned a bit before reaching over, shoving the blonde roughly. "Don't look so stiff; this is your house, relax."

Shizuo hesitated before nodding. "Sorry..."

A few hours passed, the two teens making small conversation here and there. There was mostly silence, but it wasn't bad silence. In fact, it was almost comfortable, if you asked Shizuo...though, that worried him. He wasn;t exactly sure if he should be comfortable with Izaya around, however thats all he had felt so far...well, at least when ever Izaya wasn't insulting him. Maybe it was good, but he couldnt be sure.

The girls woke up around evening time, both of them rubbing their sleepy eyes. It was perfect timing too, because Izaya's parents arrived quickly after to pick them up. Izaya helped get their things together, spoke with his mom for a bit and then closed the front door. He turned to Shizuo, head cocked to the side. "Want me to make dinner?"

"If you want," Shizuo muttered with a shrug.

Izaya rolled his eyes a bit. "You're such a downer...how about we go out to eat?"

"Eh," Shizuo shook his head. "Tomrrow we can, not tonight. Cook something, I'll help if you'd like."

"Not really in a cooking mood," Izaya sighed, sitting back on the couch.

Shizuo resisted the urge to roll his eyes, settling for looking at the male. "Give me your phone; I'll order a pizza."

At the thought of the greasy food Izaya grimaced, but handed over his cell phone anyways. An hour later the pizza arrived, one large cheese and one pepperoni and a liter of soda. Shizuo set the food on the table, sitting down.

Izaya frowned but, without arguing, he reached forward and flipped open the top box, pulling free a slice of pepperoni. "Such greasy food..."

"Greasy food is good now and then," Shizuo shrugged, biting into his own slice.

Izaya scoffed lightly. "Yes, but it is also fattening. Do you want to get fat, Shizu-Chan?"

Shizuo scoffed as well. "I can eat an entire bakery, I think I'm safe from a few slices of pizza."

Izaya raised an eyebrow as he took a bite. "You like sweets that much? My, you must have such a sweet tooth...I'll just give you candy everytime I make you mad."

"Try it and i'll smash your face in," Shizuo snapped, irritated already.

Izaya chuckled and the two ate in silence, Shizuo pouring them both glasses of soda after they had inhaled a few slices. By the time they finished, the entire pepperoni pizza and half of the cheese was gone. Izaya frowned at his greasy fingers, reaching for a napkin. "Tomorrow, you and I are taking a walk; I refuse to get fat."

Shizuo rolled his eyes, leaning back into the couch. He was stasified now, stomach full and already tired, though it was only eight. Izaya must have noticed his sleepiness, because suddenly he faced the blonde with a smirk. "Truth or dare?"

Shizuo almost groaned. "Seriously?"

"Yes," Izaya nodded, grinning as he sipped from his soda. "Now, truth or dare, Shizu-Chan?"

Shizuo sighed, yawning. "Truth."

Izaya smirked. Oh, the possibilities of what he could ask..."You told me last night you're a virgin, but have you ever touched yourself?"

Shizuo choked on air, sitting up with a brigh red face. Well, things had escalated very quickly, indeed. "What?!"

"Answer me," Izaya smirked. "I'm curious, Shizu-Chan."

Shizuo stutterd, avoiding eye contact with the male. "I...that's not...w-well...n-no...I haven't..."

"You poor baby," Izaya pouted as a truley evil plan formed in his mind. He shifted closer. "You've been denied such pleasures...?"

Shizuo gulped, scooting away a bit. "It's...that sounds perverted..."

Izaya smirked wickedly. Oh, yes he had a dangerously cruel idea. He had gained information already, but nothing that good. He knew Shizuo had a sweet tooth and that he couldn't cook, he also knew Shizuo was bitter towards his family and loved anime. However, that simply wasn't enough. How easily was it, he wondered, to make the oh so famous "monster" of Ikkebukuro...submit? "Perverted? Nonsense...it's perfectly normal...Shizu-Chan."

Shizuo held back a small gasp, shivering as the black haired male's breath ghosted over the shell of his ear. "F-flea..."

Izaya's hand trailed down from the blonde's shoulder until their fingers twined, a smirk on his lips. "I'll help you, how about that?"

Shizuo went stiff, face reddening further if that was possible. He turned to yell at the flea but froze, his face mere inches from Izaya's. He took a shaky breath, mind blank. What was happening? Why was Izaya suddenly doing this? This pervert...he's fucking with me, isn't he...?

Izaya smirked, leaning over until his lips brushed the male's ear. "Trust me, it'll feel really good."

Shizuo couldn't respond, wide brown eyes watching as the flea's free hand rested on his knee, slowly making it's way up. His heart quickened but his body refused to move; he was stunned into a state of immobility. No one had touched him like this, let alone had gotten this close willingly. His lips opened but no words came out.

Izaya's smirk widened; he had Shizuo right where he wanted him. His hand trailed up the blonde's thigh and he chuckled. "Why don't you stop me?"

"I..." Shizuo gulped, his entire body growing warm.

Izaya chuckled again, taking it a step further and gripping the blonde's groin through his jeans. Shizuo jerked, gasping. "Hnn..!"

Izaya's smirk grew again. "What a delicious sound...virgins really are too cute..."

"St-stop," Shizuo managed to choke out, shoving at the boy who was now massaging his clothed member. "Nnn...F-flea, stop...!"

Izaya didn't listen, crimson eyes locked on the blonde's face as he rubbed harder, earning him yet another gasp from Shizuo. "My my...such a cute response...who would have expected the monster of Ikkebukuro to submit so easily?"

Shizuo grit his teeth, his temper suddenly flaring up, but not because of Izaya's actions. No, it was what he had said. The word "monster", that left a burning taste in his mouth, and it hadn't even been him who said it; Izaya had said it, but Shizuo heard it in his father's voice.

With a growl, Shizuo shoved Izaya away, sneding the black haired teen off the couch and onto the floor. Shizuo stood, face red and eyes narrowed in anger and, if Izaya was correct, confusion. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Izaya sat up, that annoying smirk still on his damn face. "I was simply having fun, Shizu-Chan."

"Fun," Shizuo snapped, fists clenched. "Stay the fuck away from me!"

Shizuo turned on his heel and stormed to his room, slamming his door shut and falling back against it. He hug his head, fists shaking. So amny things were flying through his mind. Why had Izaya started touching him? To tease him? To embarass him?

"who would have expected the monster of Ikkebukuro to submit so easily?"

Monster.

The word immediatly made him think of his dad, and he grit his teeth. He had just strted thinking Izaya was a normal person...but he was the same as everyone else; cruel and mean with no desire to be nice to Shizuo at all. Shizuo smiled a bit sadly; it was to be expected, wasn't it?

His wallet was in his hand before he realized it and he paused, before growling under his breath. "Fuck it."

He yanked out his razor blade and sat on the edge of his bed, yanking up his white sleeves and pressing the blade against his scars from earlier. Again, he paused. He glanced at the door, frowning. Izaya was probably in the livingroom, still smirking to himself about making such a fool out of Shizuo. The blonde grit hi steeth again, looking back at his wrist and yanking the blade across it.

Blood trickled out and Shizuo hissed lowly. It wasn't enough, god it wasn't enough. He set it over the exact same bleeding cut, yanking it across again. He begged for it to cut deeper, to bleed more, to hurt more. He moved the blade to the next scar, barely visible under the blood trickling down Shizuo's arm. He sliced with ease, eyes clsoing tightly at the searing pain, before his head tilted back to stare at the ceiling with half lidded eyes.

"Monster"

"Brute"

The words echoed in his mind.

"Who would love you?"

Shizuo found it a bit funny that for some reason, Izaya's words had pushed him further than his father's ever had. Slowly, he looked back at his arm. Blood flowed from gashes, dripping off his arm and staining the carpet below. He would have to clean up before Izaya came and found out...

Slowly, he stood, expecting to be able to make it to the bathroom, but he froze, brown eyes meeting wide, stunned crimson ones. He stepped back, wide brown eyes glistening and body shaking. "I-Izaya..."

Cliff hanger! XD hm...my poor Shizu-Chan T_T meh...that cutting scene brought back bad feelings ._. aww and i had a bit of yaoi in there for u all ^^ Review, things r getting good guys.