I'm going to warn you all now, updates are going to be slow. Currently, i was kicked out of where i was living cuz my uncle is a jerk face, so i have no internet acess. I got lucky today. Updates will take a while, home is just ruff right now. but enjoy what i managed to get out.

Chapter 8

Izaya had seen many shocking things in his life, as many teenagers do. However, nothing he had ever seen had affected him like this. He was stunned, body frozen and mind blank. He watched the crimson liquid trickle down Shizuo's arm before he finally opened his mouth. "...What the hell are you doing?!"

Shizuo was stunned at Izaya's speed, the black haired teen slapping the razor out of his free hand and shoving him against the wall. Izaya got in his face, crimson eyes narrowed in anger and worry. "Are you a moron?!"

Shizuo stuttered before trying to glare, despite the pain he was feeling in his arm. "Get the hell awway from-"

"Shut the hell up," Izaya warned, voice low and ice cold.

Shizuo fell silent, gulping. Izaya muttered something under his breath, yanking Shizuo away from the wall and out of the room, headed for the bathroom. "You...you...tch."

Shizuo was drug into the bathroom and shoved against the counter while Izaya turned on the sink, still muttering under his breath. He turned and grabbed Shizuo's arm, pulling it under the faucet. Shizuo winced as the cold water hit his gashes,the blood mixing with the water and draining into the sink. "Flea..."

"Shut up," Izaya snapped, turning his narrowed eyes on the blonde. "One more word and I promise you I'll kick your ass myself."

Shizuo glared but said nothing, watching as Izaya rinsed the cuts off. The raven haired male yanked a towel over and wrapped it around Shizuo's arm, not making eye contact with the blonde. The two said nothing, neither of them knowing what to say at this point.

Izaya, after a moment, slowly looked up and met the blonde's eye. "...Did I cause this?"

Shizuo blinked, taken back, and frowned in confusion. Izaya rolled his eyes a bit and took a deep breath, obviously trying to keep himself calm. "Was it my fault you did this? Was it what I said or did or-"

"Yes," Shizuo snapped, eyes narrowed. Then, he sighed and looked away.

Izaya's eyes clouded with annoyance and hurt as he stared at the other teen. "...It's my fault?"

Shizuo sighed, shaking his head. "Partly."

Izaya looked away and rubbed his temples. "...You know, what if you had passed out from blood loss? You could have bled out and died, you big idiot! How do you think your parents would have reacted?!"

"...They'd be pissed that my blood stained the carpet," Shizuo stated blankly as he wrapped the towel tighter around his arm. He leaned back against the wall.

Izaya scoffed, crossing his arms. "I highly doubt that."

"You don't know my parents," Shizuo murmured, turning and exiting the bathroom. Izaya stared at where the blonde had been before bringing his hand up to grip his own hair. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, the image of crimson blood trickling down Shizuo's arm still replaying in his head. It was then that he remembered what his sisters had said about the "mean kitty" that had "scratched" Shizuo, and it was then that he began to take in all the factors around him; it all made sense. Shizuo was bitter towards people and had next to no friends, his family, Izaya assumed, wasn't the best around, either. And then, of course, he had to take into account his own actions...he had nearly molested the boy, for god's sake.

He shook his head though. Shizuo's personal life is none of my buisness...besides, this is good information.

Shizuo was in the livingroom when Izaya found him, eyes glued to the TV as if nothing had happened. The towel, however, was still tightly wrapped around his arm. Izaya hesitated before plopping on the couch as well. "It's rather late..."

"It's eleven," Shizuo muttered silently, not daring to look at the other teen. He was too annoyed, too confused to look at him. Annoyed, because Izaya had found out one of his secrets and it was just what the damn flea had wanted to begin with! Confused...because a part of him, deep down, was glad Izaya had caught him in the act...

"Eleven is late," Izaya stated, looking at Shizuo with sharp, narrowed eyes. "I think we should both sleep; I'll sleep out here on the couch."

Shizuo stared at him, part of him wanting to snap at him for being bossy all ofa sudden, but his body was feeling weak and tired from...that and sleep really was sounding good right about then. Sighing, Shizuo stood. "Fine, you can take my brother's blankets off his bed to use."

Izaya nodded absently, not looking at the blonde. Shizuo made his way out and down the hall and into his room, falling on his bed with a big sigh. Damn flea...

He turned on his side and sighed again, closing his eyes tightly and taking a shuddering breath. He hadn't expected this when he agreed to let Izaya stay over for the weekend. He hadn't expected it at all. Shizuo bit his lip and opened his eyes just a little. At least Izaya would be going home after school on Monday and not following him home once again. Hell, maybe he'd follow Shinra and...

Shinra!

Shizuo sat up in a flash, taking a few hectic moments to hunt down his cell phone before flipping it open and dialing quickly. There were a few rings before Shinra's voice reached his ears. "What's up?"

"The flea knows," Shizuo stated bluntly, frowning a bit.

There was a moment of confused hesitation. "What? Izaya knows what, Shizuo?"

Shizuo fell onto his back and glared at the ceiling, but the glare slowly melded into a distant, confused look. "He knows about the cutting, Shinra."

Shinra was silent for a few moments before clearing his throat. "How did he find out? Did he see the cuts?"

"See them," Shizuo managed a weak chuckle. "He watched blood gush out of them, Shinra...he saw me do it."

"Saw you...oh man, Shizuo," Shinra sighed. "...What did he do?"

"He yelled a little, drug me to the bathroom and cleaned my cuts," Shisuo muttered absently. "Then he wrapped it in a towel...he's going to sleep right now, I think...he seems pretty...you know."

"No, I don't know," Shinra snapped, sounding like he was getting annoyed. "That's the thing, Shizuo...I don't know how he is or how he thinks...he could use this as black mail, for all we know."

"I wouldn't be surprised," Shizuo muttered sourly. He sighed and closed his eyes. "...Thing is, though...I'm not exactly...mad that he found out...part of me is...kind of glad."

"Glad," Shinra repated and then chuckled, despite the situation. "You're glad he found out?"

"Part of me is," Shizuo murmured, frowning. He turned on his side again, thinking. "...Is that...normal?"

"Yeah, usually," Shinra replied thoughtfully. "Maybe you're finally reaching out for help, though I'm not sure why you'd want help from Izaya of all people."

"I don't want his help," Shizuo snapped sourly, sitting up quickly. "I don't even need help!"

"Denial," Shinra sang.

Shizuo felt his eye twitch. "...forget I even called u." He hung up and tossed his cell aside.

Now, in the livingroom, Izaya stared at the ceiling, sprawled out on the couch. A frown was on his lips as his eyes narrowed. What the hell do I do now?...That's amazing black mail...but I'm not that mean...surely I can't be the lone reason for such a habit, I hardly did a damn thing to the brute.

Izaya hated being confused, and he also hated not knowing things, like earlier stated. And right now, he really hated not knowing things. He knew he alone was definatly not the only thing making Shizuo feel th eneed to do such things, and it was obvious that his brute strength was most likely a cuase...but Izaya had a nagging feeling that there was something else, something he wasn't seeing...

It pissed him off, and he let out a frustrated sigh. "Damn it...I don't care."

But he was lying to himself. He did care...and he really didn't know why.

I'm sorry it's short, like i said, home is rough right now,i got lucky tonight so i typed this out as quickly as i could. Reviews please?...even if its horrible?