I wanted to let you know i might be changing my name soon. I'm thinking about changing it so something like Tabby Prowler or Kitty Prowler or Ruby Valentine or Jazz Delight or Honey Belledge. I'm still narrowing it down. I'm parcial to Rossy Thornborn or Rose ThornBorn
Chapter 2
Snapping out of his flash back Izaya looked at the freakishly strong man who was still standing at the foot of the bed and tapping his shoe against the floor waiting for a response. Patience's was never Shizuo's strong point so the blonde was practically shaking from irritation.
"My Shizu-chan I knew you wanted to kill me but I never thought you intentionally put others lives at risk to." He paused for a moment to enjoy the way Shizuo's eyes widen and his chaw shift slightly when he realized the full weight of his actions. Only after taking in his fill of the his distress did Izaya continued to taunt him. "You have to have known there were others in that car. But I wouldn't be surprised if your pea size protozoan brain didn't stop to consider that before charging off like a mindless animal. I guess no one can really blame you, a beast like you will always act before thinking."
"Shut your dame mouth flea! I didn't kill them, they are both still alive." He claimed.
"But you could off. The car might have exploded when you hit it. By the way bravo on tracking me down. I guess you really can sniff me out. I'll have to add heighten sense of smell to your file." Izaya notice that Shizou was still looking through the pockets of a jacket but not just any one's jacket, it was his favorite jacket.
"Have you stooped to stealing now as well?" he said loving the glare he received from the other. "Do be careful with it that. It is a one of a kind, hand stitched coat. It's irreplaceable and I don't appreciate you getting your monster germs on it. I might catch your stupid"
Strangely Shizuo was still calmly going through the pockets. Normally after talking with Izaya for a minute or two he start throwing bending machines or mail boxes, while yelling at the top of his lungs like a crazed gorilla.
"Hey, I'm talking to you or do you only understand growls and barks?" It was annoying when anyone ignored him. He could stand insult and threats but not being ignored. Everyone should listen when he spoke.
Smiling Shizou pulled out his wallet. "Found it." He turned toward the informant. "Were you saying something" He asked sincerely.
"Never mind." A perfectly good insult wasted.
Shrugging his shoulders the blond pulled out one of Izaya's many credit cards.
"You really are stealing from me. I'm so disappointed Shizu-chan." He faked a sad voice and sniffled like a hearted broken mother.
"Don't call me that louse and I'm not stealing." Shizuo huffed with the sudden urge to defend himself, though considering it was the flea, he really didn't need to prove anything to him. The man in front of him didn't have an honest bone his body and surely had stolen from others countless time. "I'm going to use it to pay for your operations tomorrow."
"Oh how sweet but please don't trouble yourself for me. Just call my assistant Namie Yagiri. Her number is in my cell. She will arrange for someone to pick me up and take me to a real hospital."
Grabbing said phone Shizuo crushed it in his hand, parts of the plastic and metal actually turning to sparkling dust. Most people would freak out about their precious phone being destroyed but not Izaya. He was more annoyed that the blond was refusing to take him to a professional hospital. He could really use some high quality painkillers right about now.
"I know Shizu-chan probably gets lonely because no one wants to be around him but you can't keep me here, especially when I need serious medical help."
The beast of Ikebukuro merely stared at him before walking away ignoring the paralyzed informant's insult and rants.
Now left alone Izaya was trying to analyze Shizuo's actions. If his motive was no longer to kill him, than what were the blonds' intentions. He knew Shizuo believed he owed him. Izaya mentally laughed at the memory. The thought alone was ridicules, if anything the monster owed him for constantly chasing him, forcing him to take time away from observing his beloved humans. Not to mention how many times he interfered with his work, but in fairness messing with the protozoan was his favorite hobby. It was the same kind of enjoyment a cat would get from playing with a mouse right before it ate it.
When Shizuo returned it was with a broom and dust pan to clean up the small remains of his phone. Izaya could hear the blond mutter something under his breath. He was saying it so fast that the words were melting together making it harder to understand them.
"Did you finally go mad? Don't tell me you caught rabbis. Didn't you get your shots along with all the other dogs?"
The informant watched closely as Shizuo's eyes narrowed and the words he spoke came out deeper with more enthuses. He could just make out what the other was saying.
"NOTKILLNOTKILLNOTKILLNOTKILLNOTKILLNOTKILLNOTKILLNOTKILLNOTKILL!"
Well that was better than his usual, KILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILLKILL.
"Seriously Shizu-chan….."
"Listen Flea, I m trying my best not to kill you right now, so stop calling me that before I lose control." He cut off.
"But…"
"If you keep fucking with me I'm going to gag you." He growled loudly, a hundred percent ready to carry out his threat if Izaya said one more insulting thing.
He was rewarded with bliss silence. No one said anything as he finished cleaning and then returned to the room. It was strange to be able to look at Izaya this long without hearing him speak, strange in a good way, very good way, amazing way.
"Sooo" The informant started. He waited a few seconds to see if the beast would scold him. When he did he tried speaking again. "Why haven't you killed me yet? I know you want me to repay you, but what can I possibly give you in this condition?"
"I'm working on that."
…
Why hadn't he killed him? Shizuo still couldn't figure that out himself. Was it possible that he just couldn't kill anyone, even the very man who ruined his life? Even if that was true why didn't he just let him leave town or left him on the side of the road. Maybe he would have gotten lucky and a wild fox would have eaten him in his weaken state, then he wouldn't have to get his hands dirty.
No he had thrown the unconscious man over his shoulder and kept on walking. Since everyone in Ikebukuro was either hiding in their houses or under the control of Siaka and gathered in the middle of the city, no one saw him carrying the pest. The whole walk home he wasn't even thinking of why he was doing it. All he remembered was the urge to go home and smoke a cigarette and once he placed Izaya on his bed that's exactly what he did.
Only after he sucked in those relaxing fumes was he able to think clearly. Currently he had Izaya in his home wounded. He would need to fix that stab wound before the bug bleed to death. Not to mention buy new sheets.
Lifting up the others shirt he saw all the tiny scars Izaya had over his body. They looked off, like they didn't belong on the man who claimed to be a god far above everyone else on the planet. Shizuo paid close attention to one particular white scar that was bigger than the others. It ran across the information's skin, just below his right breast. Gently he touched it admiring how soft it felt against his fingers. This particular injury was caused by him. If he remembered right it happened in freshman year when he managed to hit Izaya with a teacher's desk. The fight had started because Izaya had stolen his pudding cup. The bastard didn't even eat it; he just tossed it out of the window after the first bite saying it was to disgustingly sweet. After a well aimed swipe the sharp corner of the desk left a pleasing gash on the others skin. Izaya merely laughed than and continued to try and stab him with a wooden pencil since the day before he had gotten his knife confiscated. It was one out of ten times that Shizuo was ever able to hurt him in high school.
Luckily Varona used a small dagger on his so the wound wasn't that deep. Shizou was able to stop the bleeding and treat the injury quickly. His talent in bandaging came from experience treating his own fighting wounds. The next step was to a line Izaya's bones. Good thing the flea was still asleep because this was the most painful part.
He still had his braces from childhood, back than he was always breaking his bones due to not caring about his limits. Now they were much harder to hurt but he still kept the braces around believing that one day he would need them. His hunch was correct but he never thought he used them to help this man.
It was hard to strap them on one handed. Through the whole ordeal he'd forgotten that he broke his arm during the fight. He shrugged it off before getting back to work. It didn't matter much, it be healed in a week or two. Somewhere along his life his body had adapted a fast healing ability and high tolerance to pain. It started kicking in, in middle school, probably because by than he had broken his body in a million different way, but each times he get a little stronger and heal a little faster.
Izaya must get into a lot more fights than just the ones he had with him to get so many scars. He always thought the man was untouchable. He envied how Izaya could be so confident and daring, even when staring in the face of death. The way he always came out on top was amazing. Most guys with his attitude were all talk but not him. He had proved time and time again that nothing could stop him. He was like a freaking cockroach always coming back.
Finally done he sat down to enjoy another smoke only to be interrupted by Izaya insulting him. The smaller man raised his head and sent a menacing glare at him before passing out in mid insult and Shizou was positive it was going to be another insult.
Fucking brat, doesn't even appreciate when someone tries to help him. But Shizuo had to admit there was something pleasing about Izaya only being able to glare at him. He liked the thought of seeing him so helpless and unable to run away from him. The flea had this coming, it was about time he knew how it felt to be tormented and trapped with no way out. To know that no matter how much you want to, you're suffering won't end because the man you hate the most won't stop it.
Either way now he was stuck with an immobile louse. Before he would have loved this, to have Izaya finally trapped and he still loves the idea but now there was a shadow of worry hovering around him. Something in his head kept poking his braining say that there was no way this would end well.
Walking over to the bed he looks down at Izaya. The man had such nice features, that small nose, those round eyes and his skin was so perfect, not a single blemish except for the tiny cuts caused by their fight earlier. He was skinny and smaller than he had originally thought. It was hard to get a good look at him when he was jumping from spot to spot like the flea he was. Awake Izaya was always oozing with self-adulation and pride, it was annoying but now unable to move or defend himself he looked so delicate.
"So cute." The words flew out his mouth before he could stop himself.
Shizou shook his head. He must have hit it pretty hard to be thinking Izaya was cute. Sure he could stubbornly admit he was handsome but anything else was out of the question.
Against his better judgment he looked at Izaya again. Any stranger would believe he was in his teenage years, not twenty-five. The fact that he doesn't like sweets and eats mostly fish probably contributes to his youthful appearance. When Izaya was asleep his expression was much different from the smug mug he preferred to show off. Now he seemed peaceful with a childlike innocence.
Leaning in the blond gently kissed those soft lips that had been tempting him. He expected the flea to taste revolting just like he smelled but was pleasantly surprised to find that he tasted good. Pulling away the debt collector licked his lips, the flavor wasn't sweet, in fact it was slightly bitter but terribly addictive. Craving more he kissed him again. The flea must be like those kinds of cheese that stink really bad but taste really good.
But now that he thought about it Izaya wasn't letting off that horrible odor. He still stunk but now it was more bearable.
….
'I'm working on that" stretching his good arm he laid down on the bed in the space Izaya wasn't occupying.
"And what do you think you're doing?" He herd Izaya's annoyed voice say lowly. The informant was looking at him with other disgust.
"I didn't sleep last night and I'm tired."
"Then go sleep on the sofa."
Yawning Shizuo muttered "Don't have one". He snuggled his face into his pillow. His back was touching the others sides but the alluring pull of sleep kept him from caring.
"Then sleep on the floor. You are not sleeping next to me. Do your hear me Shizuo Heiwajima!"
His angry complains had gone unheard since the beast had already drifted off to sleep.
"Pftt, who goes to sleep wearing glasses? Imbecile." He frowned.