Hello again. This is a super long chapter, well sort of. Funny thing is, I couldn't get on the computer to write it, so I ended up typing it AAAAALL on my Ipod Touch and then re-writing it in a notebook. And it took a long time. Then, after that I had to type it all on the computer. Aren't I just so skilled? LOL KIDDING. Enjoy reading. I love reviews too!

Disclaimer: I don't own DRRR! Just my oc Cecile.

Izaya laughed as he dodged Shizuo's punches and stop sign swings. They both stopped and stared as I sat there crying with my head down screaming at them to stop. They had only just heard me, but when they did, they had stopped abruptly. Shizuo was still very pale, but I couldn't stop the tears from escaping from my eyes. Shizuo tch'd, and looked directly at me, "Izaya, I'm done playing around with you."
Izaya giggled at him, "And I'm bored with you. See you, bastard bartender, Shizzy-chan." Shizuo looked incredibly pissed off, and I quickly saw him mouth the word, "Sorry," still looking directly at me. He then popped a ciggarette in his mouth, and stalked off.
Izaya grabbed my arm and pulled me up, "Let's go home. I know your head still hurts from falling before, and Shizuo's an asshole. It's been a long day. I'm sorry." I looked at him, wiping the tears from my face. He gave a wide grin, and I could tell a joke was coming on, as a result of him trying to light the mood.

"C'mon now, stop crying. You'll drown in those tears." I laughed a little, because that was one of the worst jokes I had ever heard. He put his arms around my waist as we walked and my face reddened, "Plus, I hate seeing you like this. You're too cute to be making me feel sad, Cecile-chaaaaaan." He was silly, but he said the right things when it counted. I was silent almost all the way back to his apartment. Izaya's apartment was almost two blocks away from where we had ran into Shizuo. I grimaced at the thought. I hated thinking about it.

Izaya looked at me most of the time; The look of worry on his face. "Don't look at me with that look on your face." My words sounded soft and quiet. Just mumbles. I really didn't want to speak.

He stopped and looked at me in surprise, "Sorry. I was worried because it seemed like your tongue had been ripped out. You haven't spoken."

I sighed, another one of his jokes. "I just want to go home."
He smiled sincerely, "Our home? Or-"
"Our home, of course. There's no where else for me. Where else would it be?" I cut him off quickly. I must have sounded anxious because Izaya had made so many strange expressions at me. I had almost forgotten that his arm was around my waist, as he pulled me closer to him. I blushed hard, but I didn't push him away.

He smiled, "You make it seem like we're married or something like that!"
I was so embarrassed. "N-no way! T-that's really silly, Izaya."
He started laughing, "Yeah; It's silly, but not crazy, right?"
My face was beat red. "You tease. Stop fooling around. I'm not really in the mood.." I sighed and looked down.
"Sorry." He said quietly. He left me to think to myself for a while, even though I honestly couldn't really concentrate with his arms around me. Time seemed to pass quickly, as we were already right outside of his apartment, in front of the entry doors.

His arm left my waist to push the elevator button but he quickly muttered "Sorry," and pulled me close again.

I didn't do anything to push him away, but I noticed myself stuttering when I questioned him. "W-Why are you holding me so close anyways?"

He laughed. "Well, there's only one reason of course.." He leaned in close, and I felt his warm breath on my neck as he continued. "I'm just kidding you. It's only because I thought you didn't feel good." And he laughed. Trickster Izaya strikes once again. He looked at the elevator button's glowing, "Well, there is another reason, but it's not important."

I looked at him with wondering eyes, "If it's not important, why can't you tell me?" I had to admit, I was really curious. He laughed nervously, "C'mon, it's a secret. It wouldn't be much of a secret if I told you."
The elevator chimed and the doors opened up, exposing an empty hallway with doors lined up, one I was familiar with. "But it's not an important secret."
"Since when did you get so talkative?" He changed the subject completely.
I sighed, "Tell me! I'm super curious!"
He began unlocking the door to his apartment, "You seem to be better mood." He kept on changing the subject and I was getting really mad at him.

I attempted to look angry and tried puffing my cheeks, "C'mon, Izaya, Stop changing the subject!" I whined while poking him simutaneously. He looked up at me, and then bursted our laughing. Great, I looked as ridiculous as I felt making this face.
Izaya squeezed my cheeks, "You're just too cute!" I stomped off into his apartment, crossing my arms and attempting to look mad. I probably looked like a little girl having a tantrum. Being short didn't help the situation either.

He laughed and hugged me, "What in the heck are you doing?"
He pouted, "What? Friends can't hug each other?"
I stared at him, "You're being creepy today."

"Well, at least it's changing your mood."
I looked down, because it was true. I had sort of felt different, but Shizuo was still on my mind. I had a feeling tonight was going to be a long night.
Izaya plopped down on the couch. he grabbed the televison remote and gestured for me to sit down. It felt normal for me; I felt like this was my home. After only a few days, I had gotten used to the idea of living with Izaya. He wasn't such a stranger to me anymore. I plopped down on the couch too, my left hand flat on the couch and my right elbow on the arm of the couch, as my right hand held my head up, the palm of it on my chin. Izaya was flipping through channels with a bored expression.

He threw the remote on my lap. "You choose. All these channels bore me." I sat up, holding the remote in my hand, staring down at it. I hadn't used a T.V in a while, definetly not the expensive kind either.
"Uh..Really? I don't know what to watch."

Izaya sighed, still smiling at me. "You can choose whatever is interesting to you. You're an interesting person, so you're bound to have interesting ideas. Television just bores me in general. I don't like anything in specific." I laughed at the fact that he found me interesting.

I was probably the most bland person you would ever meet.
"I don't even know what these shows are. And you expect me to choose!" We both laughed.

"Well, what do you like?"
I stared hard at him because I really didn't know. Or maybe I just didn't like anything. After all, I was a bland person.
"I don't know."
He grinned. "Gee, I bet you wish there was a show about me, since I'm just that handome and cool."

I made a pff noise and laughed, "You wish!" He pouted at me, but it looked like he was trying not to laugh.
I snapped my fingers, "Let's watch the news!"
Izaya's eyes widened as he picked up the T.V remote off my lap, "Oh? Sure thing!"
I smiled strangely, "Sorry, that's all I can think of."
Izaya flipped through channels and clicked on:
"Ikebukuro News!"
We watched that for a few hours. Nothing very interesting happened in Ikebukuro this week.
Izaya yawned and stretched, "Well, I'm gonna bounce. I'm tired, so you should go to sleep too. We had a long day and you could use some rest."
I nodded and entered my bedroom to change into a new pair of pajamas Izaya had bought me. The worst part was that they were pink. Polka-dotted pink. Oh lord, why did I let him pick this out?

They were shorts, that were above my knees. They weren't "Short shorts" but they were a bit short for my liking. Then came the polka-dotted T-shirt. It was sort of cute, but I wasn't all out on the fact that it was polka-dots. I slipped the jeans that Izaya gave to me off quickly and threw the shorts on, then following with my top, slipping the undershirt I was wearing along with the plaid jacket too. Izaya had found some old clothes that were small and didn't fit him, but I was really small, so they were a bit big on me. I slipped on the top and opened the door, looking to see if Izaya was still in the living room.

He was now in the kitchen, grabbing something out of the fridge. I walked out, ready to yell at him for buying something like this for his own amusement.
He looked at me and his eyes widened, his lips curving into a grin, "Hmm..I made a good choice! You look adorable!"

I blushed in embarrassment. "Do you realize I'm never letting you pick something out for me again?"
He laughed, "That's okay. You haven't looked at all the clothes I bought you."
I face-palmed, realized he had picked out a lot of my clothes. "You better not have bought something innapropriate. And I am SO glad I picked out my own underwear."

He laughed hysterically, "Don't worry, even I'm not that much of a pervert. Would you like a glass of water to drink?" I nodded as he reached in the fridge and poured some water from the jug into a clear glass. "Thanks, and good night Izaya."

He smiled at me, "You're welcome! Good night!" I walked off to my bedroom and took a sip of the water. I was just hoping he didn't poison it or something. I knew he wouldn't do that though. I was just being over-dramatic.
As I finished the glass of water, thoughts of Shizuo came to my mind again.

Oh boy, this IS going to be a long night.