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Chapter 16

The school day seemed to pass by in a blur for Shizuo; he wasn't aware of anything goign on around him. His chest felt tight and his legs felt as if they weighed a ton. He was afraid of going home, was terrified of what his dad was going to do to him now that he knew Shizuo had been with Izaya. The thought made him want to hide, but there was nowhere he woudl be able to hide that his father wouldn't know about.

When lunch came around, he foudn himself staring up at Shinra. "...Shinra..."

The brunet sighed, biting his lip. "...I could call the cops when you get home or-"

"No!" Shizuo shook his head quickly. "No, no, no! Bad idea, very bad!"

Shinra sighed, running a hand through his hair. "...I don't know, then...look, let's go to lunch; Izaya's worried sick about you. He's been texting me since class started."

Shizuo nodded slowly, standing and following his friend to the roof. Izaya was alrwady there, pacing back and forth. Once he saw them walk out, he was at Shizuo's side in a flash. "Shizu-Chan!"

Shizuo glanced at him, nodding barely. "Ah...hey..."

Izaya frowned slightly, biting his lip. "Can...we talk?"

"Say no more!" Shinra turned on his heel. "I'll give you two a moment."

Shinra left and Izaya stared at Shizuo, a frown on his lips. "...Shizu-Chan, I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Shizuo murmured, looking up at the gray clouds. "...It's my fault...it's always my fault."

"It isn't," Izaya hissed, fists clenching at his sides. "If I can just explain to your dad that we're just friends then-"

"Are you fucking stupid?" Shizuo hissed, snatching Izaya by the front of the shirt. "It doesn't matter what the fuck you say to him; he thinks I'm forcing you into something and no matter what you say he'll assume it's because of me! It doesn't fucking matter!"

Izaya frowned, his hands coming up to make Shizuo let go. He held the blonde's hand, frowning as he noticed that Shizuo was shaking. He sighed, twining his fingers gently with Shizuo's, watching as Shizuo jerked and tried to pull his hand free. Izaya looked at him and then pulled Shizuo to him, wrapping his arms around the trembling blonde. Shizuo relaxed a bit, unsure of what to do.

He had never admitted it to anyone, not even himself, but things like this always terrified him. Hugging was weird to him, as was the gentle touch of anothers hand. He gulped, his shaking arms coming up to slowly wrap around Izaya, hands fisting in the teens jacket. "Izaya..."

Izaya's hand started to comb through Shizuo's hair gently and he sighed. "...I can't tell you that everything will be ok right now..."

"Then don't," Shizuo whispered, gripping Izaya tighter. "Just...just...hold me..."

Izaya's eyes widened, cheeks tinting a light shade of pink as he nodded slowly. "...Alright."

If he could, Izaya would take it all away from Shizuo. The pain. The fear. Everything. He hated that he couldn't help Shizuo...that he made things worse. It frustrated him because, yet again, Izaya didn't know what to do. He frowned, biting his lip. "Shizu-Chan...if you need to...come to my place tonight, alright? My parents won't mind...ok?"

Shizuo nodded stiffly. "Yeah..." He inhaled Izaya's scent, loving the security that welled up inside of him. He didn't know why Izay amade him feel that way. Safe...whole.

It terrified him because it was almost as if he was addicted to the safe feeling...addicted to Izaya himself.

He walked up to his front door, stopping and staring at it blankly. It had started sprinkling, his blonde hair damp as he chewed his lip in slight fear. He opened the front door, walking in and setting his back pack down by the door. He saw Kasuka on the couch, the boy's eyes widening when he saw Shizuo. "Shizuo!"

Shizuo jerked, waving a bit. "Hey...have you been crying?"

"I didn't tell him," Kasuka whispered, rushing over and gripping Shizuo's sleeve. "I swear, I never said anything! He came home and was mad and yelling and...and..."

"It's fine," Shizuo tugged his sleeve away, looking at Kasuka. "...Go in your room...ok?"

Kasuka blinked in surprise. "Why...?"

Shizuo shrugged. "...Don't think you need to see Dad beat the shit out of me."

Kasuka blinked and then looked down, nodding. "R-right..."

He turned and left, leaving Shizuo alone in the livingroom. He could hear his dad in the kitchen talking to his mother, his voice loud and angry.

"Fucking kid lied to me!" He heard him yell. "He was with that boy last night! Fucking him, no less! The little fag!"

Shizuo winced, clenching his fists. He heard the sound of footsteps and his heart stopped as his dad walked in, stopping when he saw Shizuo. His eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms. "Well, you actually came home."

Shizuo nodded, not making eye contact. "Yeah..."

His Dad frowned. "Where's the poor kid you forced to fuck you, huh?"

"It's not like that," Shizuo murmured, looking at his dad slowly. "He's just my friend."

"Bullshit," His dad stepped closer, arms falling to his side. "I saw you and him on the couch the other day, I'm not fucking stupid. Why the hell are you forcing the poor kid into this shit? Whoring yourself out?"

"No," Shizuo clenched his fists. "Just listen to me!"

"Don't raise your voice at me!" His dad growled, snatching Shizuo up by the shirt and shoving him against the wall. Shziuo winced, his dad getting in his face. "you're a fucking little fag! You're sick! And to top it off, you lied to me! You think you can fucking get away with it?!"

"I..I..." Shizuo gulped, wincing as his dad shoved him against the wall again.

The man frowned, taking a step back. "Tell me...why did you lie to me?"

Shizuo gulped, trying to form the words in his mind. "I...I just...wanted to go to Izaya's...I...I'll never lie again. I-"

"Shut up!" His dad's fist flew at him, punching Shizuo in the gut. Shizuo grunted, doubling over and coughing. His dad grabbed him by the hair, lifting his head so that Shizuo could stare into his furious eyes. "You think that just because you're a fucking monster you can lie to me...? Well, then where the fuck is your power now, huh?! Where is it?!"

His dad shoved him down and to the floor, Shizuo curling up in a ball on instinct. His dad glared. "Where's your freaky power now, freak?!" The statement was followed by a kick to Shizuo's back, the blonde crying out. His dad growled low in his throat. "Get the fuck up!"

Shizuo slowly stood, a sharp pain running up his spine and he winced. "D-dad...please...I-"

"Shut the hell up!" Mr. Heiwajima had a look of rage in his eyes. "Why the fuck can't you be normal?! Do you have any idea how much stress you give me?!" A slap sent Shizuo back down to the floor, blood trickling from his bottom lip. He sat up on his knees, wincing as his dad slapped him again. This time, when he fell, his head hit the wall and he gasped in pain. "St-stop..."

Mr. Heiwajima paid no mind to his son's pleas, walking over and looking down at the blonde. Blood was trickling from Shizuo's mouth and now from the back of his head, a bruise blossoming on his face and most likely on his back. "...Why should I stop? You never stop what I ask you to stop."

Shizuo felt the tears sting his eyes as fear welled up inside him. His dad frowned again. "Stop fucking crying! Stand the fuck up!"

Forcing down the pain, Shizuo stood and gulped. Mr. Heiwajima shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "You're a fucking brat, you know that?"

Shizuo looked down. "I...I'm sorry..."

"Sorry," His father echoed, scoffing. "Sorry? Sorry isn't fucking good enough, Shizuo!"

his dad punched him in the gut again, Shizuo gasping in pain as blood flew from his mouth, his body falling backwards and crashing into the coffee table that shattered beneath him. His dad seethed, towering over him. "You're a liar, you're a fucking fag, you're a whore and you're a fucking monster! a freak of nature!"

"I'm your son!" Shizuo screamed, slumping forward as sobs tore from his throat violently. He shook, tears cascading down his face as he gripped his head. "I...i'm...I'm your son...you used to love me! You used to always love me! I'm sorry, ok?! I hate this shit because now you don't love me! Nobody fucking loves me! I...I..." Sobs broke his sentence, the blood filling his mouth every few seconds from his busted lip. "I...used to love you...I'm your son...! You were supposed to be the one who protected me from fuckers like you!"

Mr. Heiwajima didn't say anything, his eyes narrowed on the sobbing teen before him. "...Stand up."

Shizuo stood, biting his lip to hold back anymore sobs. He looked at his dad with teary, expectant eyes and his dad frowned, lashing out and slapping Shizuo acropss the face. "...Don't speak to me like that again."

Shizuo grit his teeth, shoving past his dad and rushing to his room. He hurried to his dresser, grabbing his wallet and then going to his closet to gather clothes. From his closet, he pulled out an extra backpack that he shoved clothes inside. He turned, blinking when he saw Kasuka lingering in his doorway. "...Where are you going?"

Shizuo frowned. "...Izaya's. Don't try to stop me."

"I won't..." Kasuka murmured, walking over and reaching up with a wet rag and wiping the blood from his brother's face. "Just...please be careful..."

Shizuo nodded. "...I will."

He hurried past his brother, to the livingroom where he grabbed his school bag too. His dad was on the couch an dhe frowned at Shizuo. "Where the hell are you going?"

"Out," Shizuo muttered, opening the door. "Don't expect me back."

He slammed the door as he left, rain immediatly soaking him as he started walking away from his house. The sobs started up almost instantly but he held them back, walking as quickly as he could in the direction of Izaya's house. It was cold and he held both the back pack and his school bag tighter. Damn it...damn it...damn it...!

His face stung and his lip was bleeding again, the blood seeping into his mouth. He didn't bother to keep his head down; he walked quickly, allowing an air of anger to radiate off of him so that people would keep their distance. That last thing he needed was some one pissing him off at a fragile time like this.

The walk to Izaya's seemed to take forever but he accepted it, his heart begging for Izaya's comfort and his wrists begging for the blade. At least this time he was thinking before cutting, now. Going to Izaya's, tough, was a tad odd but...Izaya had offered.

He hadn't realized he had reached his destination until he stopped, eyes locked on Izaya's front door. He bit his lip, gulping and knocking on the door. From the other side, he heard Izaya's voice shout, "I'll get it!"

The door opened, Izaya's grin fading in a flash as he took in Shizuo's appearance. Bruised, bleeding, soaked and on the verge of crying. He pulled Shizuo inside, closing the door and stepping closer. "Keep your head down until we get to my room."

Shizuo looked down just as Mr. Orihara walked in. The man blinked. "Shizuo? Hey! What brings you here?"

"He's visiting," Izaya stated with a smile, already leading Shizuo towards the stairs. "Can he stay?"

Mr. Orihara obviously knew something was wrong but nodded. "Yes, of course."

Izaya smiled. "Thanks; we'll be in my room."

Izaya led the blonde to his room, closing the door behind them as they walked in. He hesitated before turning to look at Shizuo. The blonde silently set his backpack and school bag down, his hair hiding his eyes as he reached up to wipe at them. "S-sorry...for not c-calling..."

"Don't aplogize," Izaya murmured, walking over and gently gripping Shizuo's chin and lifting his face. "Look at me..."

Shizuo closed his eyes, waiting. Izaya lifted his hand to touch the bruise on the blonde's cheek before letting his fingers trail down to Shizuo's busted lip. "God...are there more...?"

"Not sure," Shizuo whispered. "Might be something on my back..."

Izaya slowly started to slide Shizuo's school jacket off, tossing it aside and getting to work on unbuttoning Shizuo's white under shirt. Shizuo opened his eyes a bit, watching Izaya's worried face. "...You look angry."

Izaya blinked a bit and then shook his head, sliding the wet shirt off the blonde's body. "I'm not angry at you."

Shizuo nodded, letting Izaya turn him around to examine him. Izaya winced, touching the bruise that blossomed from Shizuo's lower back and up to his shoulder, several other small bruises littering the blonde's back. "My god..."

Shizuo frowned at the floor. "Hey...in my backpack...my wallet is in there. My razor is in it...will you bring it here?"

Izaya's eyes narrowed but he slowly walked ot the backpack, looking around until he found the wallet. He handed it to the blonde and waited as Shizuo opened it. He pulled out the razor, frowning and then holding it out to Izaya. "Get rid of it."

Izaya blinked, stunned, and tilted his head. "Get rid of it...?"

Shizuo nodded stiffly. "Before I use it...get rid of it."

Izaya took it, staring at the blood stained peice of metal as he walked to his bedroom window and opened it just barely. He glanced back at Shizuo before looking back at the blade in his hand. "...I'm glad you didn't use it." He tossed it outside, closing his window and walking back over to Shizuo. "...Why didn't you?"

Shizuo frowned at the floor, water dripping off his hair. "I...I don't know...I just started packing and...and th-the only place to go th-that I could think of was...here...I...you offered and...and I couldn't stay home...I...I..." His shoulders started shaking, tears rolling down his cheeks as his eyes grew wide and his breathing began to quicken. "I...I was afraid..."

Izaya stared at the blonde's back, walking over and touching the bruise again. Shizuo winced and Izay pulled his hand back slowly, his heart clenching. He sighed, leaning in and pressing his lips to the bruise. Shizuo stiiffened, gasping just slightly. "Wh-wha...?"

"I wasn't there for you," Izaya murmured, kissing the bruise again. He pulled Shizuo closer by the hips, his own eyes stinging with guilty tears. "It's my fault...you were with me..." another kiss was placed on his bruise, this time closer to his shoulder.

Shizuo gulped, a hand coming up to cover his mouth. What was Izaya doing? He hadn't done something like this before... "I-Izaya...wh-why...?"

Izaya frowned, making Shizuo turn and face him. Gently, he touched Shizuo's cheek as his own tear slid silently down his cheek. Shizuo's eyes widened as he started to panic. "Wh-why are you crying?"

Izaya laughed a bit, wiping the tear away as he looked at Shizuo. "...Because I can't do anything. For once I'm useless...and powerless. I...hate this feeling...not being able to...control what's happening..."

He looked down, biting his lip. "...I want to save you...but I don't know how."

Shizuo stared in shock, tears still freely rolling down his cheeks as his heart skipped a beat or two. He gulped, unsure of what to do. "...Wh-why...?"

Izaya frowned a bit at the floor, chewing his lip in throught. He took a deep breath, looking up at Shizuo as he gripped Shizuo's chin again. "...Because I love you."

Shizuo's eyes widened as the raven haired teens lips pressed against his own, Izaya gently leading the blonde back until he fell down on the bed. Shizuo jerked, still frozen as he felt Izaya's hands, shaking, come up to cup his cheeks. Izaya's tongue traced his lower lip and, with a small gulp, Shizuo parted his own lips. Izaya's tongue snaked inside his mouth, sliding against Shizuo's slowly, coaxing a moan from Shizuo.

Izaya felt a shiver run down his spine as he felt Shizuo's tongue slowly begin to rub against his own,the blonde's body no longer trembling. Izaya's hand slid into the blonde's hair, twining his fingers in it and pulling lightly. Shizuo jerked, moaning a bit louder and Izaya moaned back. Izaya broke the kiss, pulling back just enough to stare into Shizuo's clouded eyes. He smirked just a bit. "You're blushing, Shizu-Chan..."

Shizuo looked away, his face growing hotter as he cleared his throat. "You...you weren't serious...were you...?"

Izaya frowned a bit, leaning down to kiss Shizuo's cheek. "I was dead serious. I love you, Shizuo."

Shizuo's eyes widened. Any other normal person wouldn't have noticed the signifigance of Izaya using Shizuo's full name, but it made Shizuo's heart skip a beat. Slowly, he looked back at Izaya with wide, terrified eyes."You...can't l-l...love...me..."

Izaya sat up a bit, holding out his hand for Shizuo to take it. The blonde, after a moment of hesitation, held his hand out and Izaya too it, leaning his head down to kiss the scars on Shizuo's wrist. "and why can't I love you?" Another kiss. "I do love you, Shizuo...more than anything." Another kiss to the scars. "I want to protect you...it took me a long time to realize this but...I'm in love with you, Heiwajima Shizuo."

Shizuo was crying again, slowly sitting up and pulling his arm away to cradle it against his chest. His shoulders were shaking again and Izaya oulled him into a hug, kissing his head gently. "Shizuo...don't be afraid of me..."

Shizuo cried harder, a hand gripping Izaya's shirt as he shook his head. "Y-you...you c-can't love m-me... I...i'm...I'm a monster..."

"You're not," Izaya whispered, pulling back and lifting Shizuo's face once more. He smiled gently, a real and genuine smile. "I think you're beautiful, Shizuo."

Shizuo wasn't sure what to say, his heart beating too quickly and his face too red. He gulped, not stupid enough to ignore the fact that he felt the same as well. He wasn't stupid now; why else was he jealous of the coffee girl? Why else was it so easy for him to open up to Izaya, even more so than with Shinra? Why else...would Izaya's touch remain in his mind for days on end...?

Shizuo looked at Izaya, fear swimming in his eyes. "I...I..." No words came to mind; he couldn't say them.

Izaya frowned a bit, tilting his head. "You what...?"

Shizuo hid his face in Izaya's chest, crying once more. His voice was barely above a whisper. "I...love...you..."

Izaya's eyes widened and he slowly wrapped his arms around the shaking blonde, stroking his hair and biting his own lip. He smiled just a bit. He loves me, hm? How cute...Shizu-Chan.

He held Shizuo until the blonde stopped shaking and, finally, sat up and wiped his eyes. Izaya watched the blonde lie down, staring up at Izaya with a small frown. Izaya smiled, lying beside the blonde and moving some hair out of his face. Shizuo closed his eyes, letting out a small sigh. "...My dad...he was yelling at me earlier..."

Izaya touched Shizuo's lips with his tumb, touching the spot that had been bleeding. "What did he say?"

Shizuo frowned a bit. "...He said i was a liar and a whore...and that he wishes I was normal and not a monster."

Izaya frowned. "...You're not a monster, Shizuo...believe me when I say that."

Shizuo nodded a bit, frowning in throught. "...Hey are we...y-you know...?"

Izaya blinked and then smiled. "Dating? It all depends...do you want to?"

Shizuo hesitated. "...That's...I...I don't..."

He was scared, Izaya could see that. Izaya scooted closer, leanign in to kiss Shizuo gently on the lips. "You can decide tomorrow, alright? Sleep. I have to go downstairs now."

Shizuo nodded and Izaya walked out, reaching in his sweater pocket and feeling his switch blade there. He nodded to himself, an irritated frown on his face as he entered the living room. He went to the door, slipping on his shoes.

"Izaya?" His mother tilted her head from the couch. "Where are you going?"

"Out," Izaya muttered darkly. "I have to deal with somebody."

"You're getting in a fight," His mother murmured, frowning. "Why?"

Izaya opened the door, crimson eyes narrowed darkly at the rain falling outside. "...They made Shizuo cry."

OHHHHH SHIT! Izaya's gonna kick ass~ did you like?I wasn't sure if the confession was too rushed or not. Please, tell me what you think. Next chapter involves blood and Izaya kicking ass...and maybe some more yaoi kisses. Sex soon, i promise.~