So...sex will probably be somewhere within the next two to three chapters. I havent decided. Ah, and I got a review asking for a promo for a Shizuo page? I believe it's called "Shizuo Chan"...i don't know how to do promos but uhm...find this page! ._. it's shizuo related so it must be amazing XD Anyways, i love all of you. no joke.

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Chapter 17

Laughing and stumbling, Mr. Heiwajima walked out of the bar and fumbled around in his pocket for his car keys. He cursed at the heavily falling rain, wiping water out of his face and pulling the keys out. He had them halfway to the car lock when a voice alerted him. "Mr. Heiwajima?"

The man blinked, turning and seeing a slightly familiar black haired teen standing across the parking lot. He frowned a bit. "You...what do ya want?"

Izaya smirked just a bit and then let it fade. "I want to talk to you...about your son."

Shizuo's dad frowned but nodded, turning and stumbling a bit as he walked towards Izaya. "Sure, yea what ever."

Izaya nodded and turned, leading the man away from the bar parking lot. He fingered the switch blade in his pocket, irritation radiating off of him as they neared an alley. Shizuo's father caught up with him easily, yawning a bit. "What'd ya wanna talk about? What did the brat do this time?"

"Well," Izay looked up, freezing rain hitting his face. "Shizuo...came to my house about an hour or so ago."

Mr. Heiwajima blinked before frowning, crossing his arms. "What the hell for?"

"You, actually," Izaya stated, looking straight at the man. "...What's your first name?"

"Hiroki," the man muttered. "Why the hell did he go to your place because of me? Did the fucking fag try to get you to sleep with him?"

Izaya's frown deepened, his grip on the switch blade in creasing as he let out a small chuckle. "Actually, Hiroki...he came to me crying...and bruised and bleeding...so do you know what I decided to do?"

Hiroki raised an eyebrow. "Kick his no good ass out?"

"No," Izay abrought out the switch blade, the blade glistening just barely in the small light provided by the street lamps. He idly touched the tip of the blade, crimson eyes meeting Hiroki's. "I decided to kick the ass of the person who made my Shizuo cry."

Hiroki saw the blade and frowned, taking an unintentional step back. "Hey...the fuck's going on?"

Izaya stepped closer, frown on his lips. "...You made Shizuo cry."

Hiroki gasped, barely dodging a kick from the infuriated teen. He stumbled, glaring. "The fuck?!"

"So, you like to pick on the weak ones?" Izaya snapped, in front of the man in a flash. He shoved the man up against the wall, switch blade pressing against the man's cheek. He frowned, crimson eyes narrowed. "You like to make you rown son feel like a waste of space? You like to bully him? That's what you are, you know; a bully."

Hiroki struggled but in his drunken state, it was futie. He growled, glaring at Izaya. "Let go of me!"

Izaya chuckled darkly, dragging the blade across the man's cheek. A trail of blood formed, slowly tickling down the man's face as Izaya stared at him. "What in the world makes you think I'm going to obey you? You may strike fear into Shizuo...but I'm not scared of sick pricks like you." Izaya's free hand, clenched into a fist, slammed into the man's stomach and Hiroki gasped, doubling over and holding his stomach. "F-fuck...!"

Izaya stepped back, wiping water out of his eyes as he frowned. Hiroki glared up at him, standing straight. "You little bastard...what I do to that brat is my buisness!"

"I think not," Izaya snapped, smirking.

Hiroki growled, running at the teen. Izaya took a steo to the right, the man flying past him and nearly colliding with the opposite wall. Izaya sighed, turning and kicking the man in the back, sending him against the wall with a pain filled grunt. Izaya stared. "You like to make people afraid? Well, then come on; where's your big scary persona now, hm? Where's that mean side you show Shizuo?!"

The man was yanked around, Izaya slamming his back against the wall as his fist collided with Hiroki's face. Hiriko gasped, wincing and kneeing Izaya in the gut. Izaya grunted slightly, taking a few steps back as he started to laugh. "Ha...ahahaha! Now we're getting progress! Oh, but you seem so confused, Hiroki...not used to your victim fighting back?"

Hiroki wiped his mouth, wincing at the pain in his stomach. "The...the hell's your deal? He's just some kid!"

"He's your kid!" Izaya screamed, his switchblade slicing a straight line in the other man's chest in the blink of an eye. Hiroki gasped, touching the cut and then looking at Izaya. Izaya growled low in his throat, taking a step closer. "He is your son; fathers are supposed to protect their kids from monsters, not be the monsters! You have two, right?! I'm sure you wouldn't dare to hit Kasuka!" Another cut was delivered to the man's chest, this one deeper.

Hiroki gasped in slight pain, fuming. "It's different with Kasuka!"

"How?!" Izaya's fist hit the man's chest, the man falling back and sliding to the wet ground below. Izaya seethed, kneeling and grabbing the man by the hair, slamming the back of his head against the wall behind him. "How is it any different?! Because Shizuo has a little bit more strength?!"

The man glared, blood washign off his face from the cut. He turned his head away. "Fuckign kid wouldn't understand..."

Izaya threw another punch, this one sending the man's head cracking against the wall. Hiroki yelped, hands comign up to hold his bleeding head as Izaya yanked him into a standing position. The raven haired teen glared, water pouring down his face from his hair. Hiroki stared at him, wincing at the grip on his hair. "L-let go..."

"No," Izaya hissed, bringing his switchblade up and examining it idly. "You never stop when Shizuo asks you to, so why should I give you the option as well? That hardly seems air, Hiroki."

Hiroki growled, fist flying to deliver a punch that Izaya avoided with ease. Izaya raised an eyebrow, smirking. "You're rather stupid."

The switchblade was driven into the man's shoulder, Hiroki screaming out as blood seeped through his soaked, white T-shirt and trickled down to the ground where it mixed with the rain water. He shook slightly, looking at Izaya with wide eyes. "You're going to kill me...?"

"I won't give you that kindness," Izaya snapped, taking a step back. "Hold out your wrist."

Not stupid at this point, Hiroki slowly held up his left wrist. Izaya snatched it up, yanking the man's white sleeve up as he pressed the blade of his switchblade against the man's wrist. Above the rain, Izaya's voice was steady. "Do you know what your constant abuse makes Shizuodo to himself?"

Hiroki said nothing and, slowly, Izaya's crimson eyes met his, angry and full of foul intention. "...He slices his wrists open, Hiroki."

Izaya, he would admit, was surprised when Hiroki's own eyes grew wide for a spit second. The man quickly fixed his expression, frowning. Izaya raised an eyebrow. "...He scars his body, not just his wrists. His wrists...arms...hips...it's all very cruel for him to do to himself. And you know what?...You are going ot feel the pain as well."

Hiroki's eyes were wide once more. "No, hey what do-ahhh!"

Blood flowed freely from the cut in the man's wrist, the blood on Izaya's switchblade quickly washing away. Hiroki craddled his wrist to his chest, wincing and staring at Izaya in shock. "What the hell?!"

"Imagine that pain every single night, some times ten times a night," Izaya snapped, slapping Hiroki across the face causing the man to stumble and fall to his hands and knees. Izaya growled, eyes wide in anger. "That's the pain you cause your baby every single night!" Izaya kicked Hiroki in the stomach, the man gasping up blood the splattered in little droplets to the ground. Izaya seethed again, kicking the man again, Hiroki falling down completly. "Parents are supposed to protect their kids! You call Shizuo a monster? You're the damn monster!"

Hiroki cried out as another kick hit him in the ribs, Izaya towerin gover him with his switchblade pointed at his back. "Stand up."

Hiroki hesitated, water dripping into his eyes from the hair plastered to his forehead. Slowly, he rose up to his knees before looking up at Izaya. The teen frowned, irritation swimming in his crimson eyes. "I said to stand."

"No," Hiroki hissed lowly.

Izaya frowned, lowering the switchblade just a bit until it was pressing against Hiroki's forehead. He tilted his head. "Why would you think you have the right to hurt your son the way you do?"

Hiroki said nothing for a moment, looking up as rain hit his face. "I can do whatever I want."

At the sheer audacity of the comment, Izaya stabbed into the man's other shoulder. Hiroki gasped out, slumping forward and, before Izaya could scream again, he spoke in a hushed voice. "I'm scared of him."

Izaya blinked, slowly removing the switchblade from Hiroki's shoulder and frowning. "You're scared of him? How do you think he feels about you? How do you think he feels about coming home every single day only to be beat and picke don by you? By the man he used to adore? How the hell do you think he feels? He hates it! He hates coming home, he hates seeing you and your wife, and he even hates seeing Kasuka because he knows you favor Kasuka more than him! It isn't fair! He can't control the powers he has, but he tries! Damn it, he tries! Everytime he starts to have a reason to smile you go and make him want to die! I've seen the effects you have on him; he shakes, he cries, he cuts and he thinks he should just die! He's terrified of himself because of you! You're his father, it's your duty to love and care for him not make him wish he was dead!" The last sentence was followed by another punch, Hiroki hissing in pain.

Izaya stared, frowning as the older man stood on slightly wobbly legs. Hiroki, wiping blood from his mouth, looked at Izaya with cold eyes. "If you're going to kill me...fucking do it."

Izaya scoffed, wiping rain from his eyes and turning on his heel. "You don't get that luxury. You're going to live and you're going to deal with the shit you've done to your own son. And you know...I hope every second of your miserable life hurts."

Hiroki grit his teeth, summoning up the last of his energy and rushing at the teen. Izaya turned, but not quick enough to avoid the punch that hit him in the cheek, sending him stumbling backwards. He grit his teeth, taking a step towards the man, but Hiroki fell to his knees before he could, shaking his head. "Go home."

Izaya, wiping his lip, frowned in disgust. "People like you sicken me. ...Shizuo is moving out of your house. Soon. Very soon. So that way you won't have to deal with any of his 'freaky' tendancies. Tch...I hope you choke to death."

Izaya walked out of the alley, leaving behind a man who looked both angry and regretful.

Shizuo was awake when he heard Izaya's front door open from downstairs. He heard muffled voices, Izaya's and his parents', but could not make out exactly what they were saying. After a moment the sound of Izaya coming up the stairs alerted him and he sat up, rubbing an eye idly as he waited for the other teen to come in. But, from what he heard, Izaya walked right past his bedroom door and to the bathroom. Shizuo frowned and scooted towards the window, easing it open. He took a breath, enjoying the cool air as it hit his face. He hadn't fallen asleep since Izaya had left a few hours earlier, staying up and staring up at the ceiling.

He waited for a while, enjoying the cool air and the rain drops that landed on his face every now and again, until Izaya finally strolled in. The raven haire dteen blinked in mild surprise. "You're awake..."

Shizuo looked over his shoulder, eyes falling to the bruise on Izaya's cheek. He was by Izaya's side in a flash, eyes wide. "You...you're...what happened?!"

Izaya smiled a bit, shrugging off his wet jacket. "I paid a visit to your father."

Shizuo went stiff before anger filled his eyes. "That fucker hit you?! I'll kill him! I-"

"I did much worse to him," Izaya cut in quickly, hands on the blonde's shoulders to keep him in place. "While your concern for me is adorable, I'm perfectly fine, Shizu-Chan."

Shizuo looked away, frowning. "...Why did you even...?"

Izaya smiled again, taking a step back as he pulled off his wet shirt. He tossed it aside, smiling at Shizuo still. "To defend your honor, of course."

Shizuo blushed, rolling his eyes as he looked away from the half naked teen. He sat back on the bed, by the window, and hugged his knees to his chest. "You didn't need to..."

"I did," Izaya murmured, pulling off his damp pants and kicking them aside. Clad in only his boxers, he sat behind the blonde, wrapping his arms around Shizuo's torso and feeling the way the blonde grew stiff before relaxing against him. He rested his chin on Shizuo's shoulder, staring out at the rain. "Are you mad at me?"

Shizuo shook his head a little. "No...but Dad will be mad when I go home..."

Izaya frowned a bit. "...Shizuo...what would you think about moving in with me?"

Shizuo's eyes widened as he heard the words pass Izaya's lips. He bit his lip, slowly reaching a hand out to twine his fingers with Izaya's for some sign of comfort. "...I...don't want to be a burden..."

"You wouldn't be," Izaya murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to Shizuo's shoulder. "I want you to...and my family adores you."

Shizuo smiled a bit before it melded into a frown as he looked down at their twined hands. His heart fluttered a bit and then he sighed. "...Dad would never let me."

"He'd have to," Izaya replied quietly. "If he doesn't we can call the cops and if they found out what your dad did they'd take Kasuka away too...I'm sure your dad doesn't want that."

Shizuo said nothing, staring out at the rain again. He squeezed Izaya's hand, bititng his lip and closing his eyes. "...Wh-Why would you...want me to live with you?"

Izaya blinked a bit before smiling. "Turn around."

Shizuo did as he was told, turning so that the two were nose to nose. Izaya's smile softened as he leaned in, one hand on Shizuo's cheek where his thumb brushed against the bruise on the blonde's white skin. "I want you to live with me because then I know you're safe...I won't have to spend every minute without you wondering if you're ok or crying or angry...with me, you'll be safe. I want to spend every waking moment with you, Shizuo...I do. I love you, Shizuo...I want you here with me where I can protect you and spend every second of every day trying to make you happy and help you forget the pain he caused you."

Shizuo's eyes were watery by the time Izaya finished speaking, a lone tear rolling down the blonde's cheek. Izaya wiped it away, head tilting to the side ever so slightly. "So, what do you think?"

"You're an idiot," Shizuo sniffled, hiding his face in Izaya's neck as his shoulders started to tremble. He shook, speaking in a strained voice. "I...I'll...move in with...you."

Izaya's smile grew wider as he hugged Shizuo, kissing the blonde's head before pulling back and lifting Shizuo's chin. "I'm glad."

Izaya leaned in, but it was Shizuo who closed the gap between them, pressing their lips together. Izaya was a tad surprised but did not question it, his tongue coming out to trace Shizuo's bottom lip and, hesitantly, Shizuo parted his lips just enough for Izaya's tongue to snake inside. Izaya lapped at every inch of the blonde's mouth, Shizuo shivering against him with a small moan. Slowly, Shizuo's tongue rubbed against Izaya's, both teens letting out small moans at the feeling. Izaya's hands traveled down the blonde's torso, deathly close to the waist band of Shizuo's pants, but di dnot go any further. Izaya slid his tongue against Shizuo's once more before breaking the kiss to instead plant soft kisses along Shizuo's jaw. Shizuo, blushing, shivered and bit his lip. "Ngn...Izaya..."

Izaya smiled against the skin of Shizuo's neck, giving it a soft lick and inwardly jumping for joy at the startled and pleasured gasp that came from the blonde.

Izaya smiled, leaning back and kissing Shizuo's cheek. "I think that's enough for tonight."

Shizuo blinked but then nodded, looking away and clearing his throat. "R-right...bed time."

Izaya nodded, forcing down a chuckle. "Were you expecting more?"

"No!" Shizuo hissed, lying down and pulling the pillow over his face.

Izaya let out a laugh, lying beside the blonde and moving the pillow. "Stop it, I was joking. Jeeze, you pervert."

Shizuo huffed, glaring to the best of his ability. Izaya smiled, leaning over and kissing the blonde's lips gently. "Goodnight, Shizu-Chan."

Shizuo, after a moment of hesitation, scooted closer and nuzzled against the other boy's chest. "...Goodnight, Flea."

:3 awww X3 so, what cha think? I think that went rather well! Hmm...i think this chapter mite only have another four...maybe five more chapters left D: ...maybe :) anyways, i hope you enjoyed this. I have Wi-fi at my house now so hopefully i can update sooner...if my mom isn't a bitch -.- review! 3