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Shinra knew something was wrong when Shizuo wasn't in class that day. He had texted him earlier that morning, receiving no response, and when he had tried to call him all he had gotten was Shizuo's voicemail. He frowned as he tapped his pencil on the desk, looking up when Izaya entered the room.

Izaya smiled at Shinra and then frowned at the lack of Shizuo. "Is Shizu-Chan running late?"

Shinra frowned. "I don't know...I havent talked to him today. He isn't answering my calls or my texts."

Izaya frowned too, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Classes start soon...he'll be late."

Shinra nodded and then looked away. "Did...something happen while you were there by any chance?"

"No," Izaya replied before hesitating. "Well, maybe. Nothing serious..."

"He's going to tell me anyways," Shinra remined as he turned back to him. "So I suggest just telling me now."

Izaya let out a small chuckle, sitting on one of the desks. "I let one of my moments of lust take over and...well, Shizu-Chan's dad walked in while we were in a very compromising position."

It took a moment for that to sink in and when it did, Shinra shot up with wide eyes. "You slept with Shizuo?!"

"Don't be stupid," Izaya muttered before looking away. "...I tried to, but I didn't. His father walked in and caught us half way."

Shinra paled. "You...you're...not...serious...Izaya, please tell me you're joking!"

"I'm not," Izaya looked back at Shinra and then frowned at his friend's horrified expression. "Shinra...?"

"You idiot...!" Shinra yelled, grabbing Izaya by the shirt. "I can't believe you! You're such a moron!"

Izaya blinked and frowned. "Let go of-"

"Do you have any idea what you did?!" Shinra screamed, face red in anger. "God damn it, you idiot! Shizuo's going to get...!" Shinra stopped, looking away suddenly. He let go of Izaya and stepped back, clenching his fists.

Izaya stared at him. "...Shinra...?"

Shinra looked up, shoulders shaking. "Izaya...you...just made things really...really bad."

Izaya blinked in surprise and tilted his head. "...How?"

The brunet looked away and gathered his things, shaking his head. "None of your buisness. I'm going to check on Shizuo. I'll talk to you later."

Izaya let the other teen run past him, his crimson eyes narrowed at the floor. He had that uneasy feeling he had when he had left Shizuo's house, only now it was stronger. He whipped out his phone as he went into the hall, headed for his own class. He listened as it rang before grititng his teeth, Shizuo's voicemail recording going off. "This is Shizuo, leave a message."

"Damn it Shizuo," Izaya growled into the phone, stopping. "Call me, god damn it."

He hung up and shoved the phone back in his pocket. "Damn it..." He ran a hand through his hair, laughing despite his growing anger. Though, it wasn't a happy laugh. It was forced and strained, on the verge of sounding almost like sobs. He leaned against a wall and tugged at his hair. "Why the hell do I care...?"

Shinra opened Shizuo's front door, kicking his shoes off. Shziuo's brother was at school and his parents were at work, leaving the house mostly empty. Shinra walked down the hall, coming to Shizuo's bedroom door. He hesitated before knocking. "Shizuo...?"

"Go away," Shizuo's voice snapped.

Shinra frowned. "Shizuo, I'm coming in."

Shinra opeened the door, yelping when a book nearly slammed into his face. He sighed and then looked towards where the blonde was, back to Shinra. "I said to go away, damn it!"

"No," Shinra stated, setting his stuff down and walking over. He grabbed the blonde's shoulder. "Please, look at me."

Shizuo shrugged the hand away, shaking his head. "No, just leave me alone."

Shinra narrowed his eyes. "Either you look at me, or I call Celty."

Shizuo sighed, fists clenching. "...I fucking hate you."

He turned and Shinra's eyes widened. Shizuo's dad must have gotten him good, because he had a busted lip and a nasty bruise spreading from his right temple down to his cheek. It wasn't much, but Shinra had the feeling it wasn't the blonde's face his dad had focused on. "...Take off your shirt."

Shizuo shook his head. Shinra sighed. "Shizuo, please..."

Shizuo fell silent before slowly tugging off his shirt. "I hate you...so god damn much right now."

"I know," Shinra murmured, a hand coming out to run over a bruise that was formed on the blonde's shoulder. He didn't want to let his eyes wander any lower just yet. But, he did. Shizuo's torso was littered with small and big bruises and, after he turned the blonde around, he saw more littering his back. The bruises were dark, even parts of his back sportting gashes from something...

"Did he cut you?" Shinra murmured, touching one of the gashes on the blonde's back.

Shizuo sat on his bed, shaking his head slowly. "A...glass broke while I was trying to move out of the way and I fell."

Shinra stared at him. "...Izaya...told me what you and him were doing when your dad walked in..."

"That damn flea," Shizuo grit his teeth, bowing his head. "That...god damn...fucking louse...! It's his fault! All of his fault!"

Shinra yelped when the blonde stood, tugging his shirt back on. "Wh-what are you doing?"

"I'm gonna kill that bastard," Shizuo snapped, looking for his shoes with a pissed expression. "I'll fucking rip him apart!"

"Shizuo!" Shinra groaned, snatching up the blonde's shoes before Shizuo could reach them. "Violence doesn't solve anything! You of all people know that!"

"Fuck you!" Shizuo growled, fists clenched. "Give me my damn shoes!"

"No," Shinra stated firmly, though he was shaking. "You're not going to go running to Izaya while you're in a mood like this!"

The blonde growled and then huffed. "Fine, I'll kick his ass without shoes!"

Shizuo went to shove past Shinra but the brunet frowned, shoving against the brute. "Seriously, stop! You hate violence! Damn it, Shizuo! Enough!"

Shizuo stopped, finally falling against his friend and sighing. His hands, shaking now, gripped Shinra's shirt as he started to cry. "Why...why is everything so...fucking...hard?! Why can't I just be normal?! They'd like me better that way! I'm no good like this! I'd be better off dead!"

Shinra's eyes widened as he wrapped his arms around his trembling friend. "No, no stop thinking like that..."

"No one likes me," Shizuo growled out, stepping back and clenching his fists. "All i do...is break things...! I break and destroy...! What use am I, Shinra?! Damn it, Shinra! Open your eyes! I'm a fucking monster!"

"You're not!" Shinra yelled, his fists clenched too. "Shizuo, you're fine the way you are!"

"Shut the hell up!" Shziuo screamed, his fist flying and hitting the wall beside the other male's head.

Shinra gasped and grew rigid, gulping and staring at the other teen. Shizuo, head down, had tears streaming down his cheeks, shook harder. "I'm...a monster. All I do...is break...and ruin...and scare...! I have no purpose in life...no reason to live...I'll be alone! I always was! My parents hate me, they can't even look at me! Everyone in the city is terrified of me, and even you are! Look at the look in your damn eyes!"

Shinra gulped. "Sh-Shizuo..."

"I hate this...!" Shizuo's arm fell to his side and he stepped back, sitting on his bed and covering his eyes. His shoulders shook violently with every shuddering sob he let out. "I...hate myself...I hate him...I hate all of this...!"

Shinra was at a loss for words, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. He bit his lip, afraid of what to say. Shizuo had never broken down like this before; he didn't know how to react. "...Can I...do anything for you right now?"

Shizuo shook his head, turning and lyinf on his bed, hugging a pillow to his chest. "J-just l-leave me alone...!"

Shinra frowned and walked to the computer desk, sitting in the chair. "...I'll stay here until one. I'll leave before either of your parents get here."

Shizuo didn't reply and Shinra sighed, turning to gaze at the window. Izaya...what did you do?

Skipping school had never really been his thing, but then again it didn't really matter. Izaya walked idly down the street, not really going anywhere in particular. Around him, kids from the local middle schools were on their way home and it made Izaya smile a bit. He turned a corner, looking around before he spotted a slightly familiar, apathetic face. He blinked and then sped up. "Oi, little Heiwajima!"

Kasuka, who had been on his own way home, stopped and glanced over his shoulder. At the sight of Izaya his lips turned down in a scowl. Izaya walked up to him with a smile. "Good afternoon."

"What do you want?" Kasuka asked silently.

Izaya's smile faltered. "I had a question. Did your dad take your brother's phone away? He isn't answering any of my, or Shinra's, calls."

Kasuka looked away. "Shizuo has his phone."

Izaya tilted his head and then nodded. "So...he's just ignoring everyone? I see...ah, is he sick today?"

"No," Kasuka muttered before turning to him. "...But it's none of your buisness. You've gotten him into enough trouble already, so just forget all about my brother."

Izaya narrowed his eyes and sighed. "...So, he got grounded because of me?"

"No," Kasuka shook his head. "...But he got in trouble. Alot of it. And frankly, I have half a mind to punch you in your smug, annoying face, but i'm not going to."

Izaya rolled his eyes. "You and your folks came home pretty early..."

"My audition was canceled," Kasuka snapped, shoving past the older teen. "Now seriously, get lost."

"I want to talk to your brother," Izaya snapped, grabbing Kasuka's wrist.

Kasuka yanked away, turning to glare daggers at the teen. "Stay the hell away from Shizuo, you got it?"

Izaya's eyes narrowed at the challenge. "And what if I refuse to?"

Kasuka frowned. Izaya's lips twitched into a smirk. "We go to the same school, have the same friend...we eat together at lunch. You can't keep us from seeing each other."

Kasuka looked away, sighing. "...You're right. I can't keep you away from him. But I trust that you would do the right thing and stay away from him. If you have a heart and care at all about him...you'll leave him alone."

Izaya frowned. "...I don't care, so why leave him alone?"

Kasuka, frustrated, turned on his heel. "...I hope he hates you."

Izaya was silent. looking away and frowning at the ground. Absently, his fingers came up to touch his lips. He sighed, remembering just how soft Shizuo's lips had felt. He let his hand drop, fishing out his cell phone and dialing Shizuo's number yet again. There wasn't an answer, the voice mail recording going out yet again. Izaya snapped his phone shut and grit his teeth. "Damn it all..."

It was night time and Kasuka made his way down the hall, a plate of food in his hand. He opened his brother's bedroom door, stepping in and silently shutting the door behind him. "I brought dinner."

Shizuo sat up in his bed, getting up and sitting at his computer desk. Kasuka set the plate down in front of him, hesitating. "...Do you need anything else? Pain killers or-"

"I don't want anything from you," Shizuo snapped, looking away. "Leave me alone."

Kasuka frowned and nodded. "...Sleep well tonight, Shizuo."

The younger boy left and Shizuo sighed, staring at his food in front of him. After a few minutes of consideration he shoved it aside, turning on his computer.

Anime would make him feel better, hopefully.

He was four episodes into an anime he had seen a billion times when he finally glanced at his window. "Holy shit...!"

Izaya smiled from behind the glass, waving. Shizuo felt his eye twitch before he turned away from the window. Ignore him, ignore him, ignore him...!

"Don't ignore me," Izaya said with an irritated frown. "I'm coming in."

Shizuo didn't have time to argue, the window sliding open and Izaya jumping in. Shizuo quicklly turned his back to the raven haired teen and clenching his fists. "Get out before my parents see you!"

"I'm quiet," Izaya waved the order off and smiled, crossing his arms. "...I called."

"Yeah, i know," Shizuo hissed, refusing to turn around. "There's a reason I ignored your calls, flea! I don't want to see you! Now just get out of my room!"

Izaya frowned and tilted his head a bit. "...Shizu-Chan, if it's about what we did then-"

"We?" Shizuo echoed, gritting his teeth. "here is no 'We', damn it! It was all you! I told you to stop and you just...you...you got me in so much fucking trouble...!"

Izaya stared at the blonde's back before uncrossing his arms. "Look at me when you're talking to me, Shizu-Chan."

Shizuo grew stiff. "...I don't have to listen to you."

Izaya frowned. It felt odd not having Shizuo look at him...and he knew the blonde was hiding something. It was pisisng him of so badly that his fists, clenched at his sides, were shaking. "Look at me."

Shizuo shook his head. "Get out of my room..."

Izaya growled low in his throat, stepping closer and yanking the blonde around. His crimson eyes widened, slowly gazing at the bruise and busted lip. Shizuo's eyes widened before narrowing and he shoved away from the other teen. "Bastard!"

Izaya blinked slowly, eyes slowly meeting Shizuo's. "...I...caused that...?"

Shizuo blinked before looking away with a scowl. "...Yes. Not just that...but the injuries all over my damn body...it's all your fault, ok?! My dad came in and saw what you were doing and...and he flipped out on me! He thinks I'm some kind of man whore...and he beat my ass because of you!"

Izaya took a small step back, frowning and shaking his head slowly. "I...didn't know..."

"I know!" Shizuo snapped, glaring. "That's your problem! You don't know a damn thing yet you come in here and mess everything up! You knew one secret, wasn't that enough?! You just...you...!"

The blonde gripped his head, growling and sitting on his bed and glaring at the floor. "You piss me off...!"

Izaya stared at the blonde, eyes wide. It all started to make sense then, all of it. He frowned and slowly stepped closer, knealing and setting his hands on the blonde's lap. "Shizu-Chan...I...I'm..." He closed his mouth, no words coming to mind. He looked down and sighed, looking away. "Your father...did this to you, huh?...Baka...I guess I...should have seen that one, yes?"

Shizuo shoved Izaya away, scooting further back on the bed and bringing his knees up to his chest. "...Why are you here?"

Izaya stared at him for a whle. Why was he here? Hell, he had no idea... He sighed and leaned back against the wall. "...Can I apologize?"

Shizuo seemed to hesitate before glancing away. "For...?"

"...Everything." Izaya said quietly, meeting the blonde's gaze. "All of the trouble I unknowingly caused you. And, also, for...what your dad saw. It was stupid of me...and i'm sorry."

That surprised him. It had been a very long time since he had properly, and meaningfully, apologized for his own actiosn. The words felt weird coming out of his mouth, left an uncertain taste but he held back; he had to. There was just something that told me he had to do this because it was all of his fault.

And he still didn't know why he cared.

Shizuo looked away and frowned. "...Apologizing...does nothing, Izaya."

"I know," Izaya's voice shook a little as he walked over and looked at Shizuo. Slowly, he leaned down until they were nose to nose.

So many memories ran through his head at that moment. Shizuo's blushing face and eyes clouded with both fear and arousal...shizuo's heated, soft skin under his finger tips...It made Izaya sigh softly, a very small, sad smile gracing his lips. "...I'll see you at school."

And then he was kissing Shizuo, the stunned blonde frozen and face bright red. Izaya pulled back and headed for the window, throwing a smirk over his shoulder. "Answer my calls, next time, too."

And then he was gone, Shizuo's eyes wide and a finger touching his lips. "What...god damn Flea...!"

He fell onto his bed, pulling his pillow over his red, blushing face. "I'll kill him...!"

But despite his annoyance and every other feeling he had...he smiled just a bit.

And...he didn't know why.

aha! shizu-Chan u know why...~ it's gonna get even better soon i soooo promise! confessions..suspense...tears...blood...yaoi...! Review guys! i love u all~