A/N: Okay, so a few people who have read the last chapter have voiced to me that the ending was waay too abrupt and didn't tie things together. So, because I'm so influenced by the opinions of others, I'm gonna continue to write this until I get a decent ending. This probably won't be the last chapter, I may write one or two more after this. So anyway, thanks for being patient with me. I'll try not to disappoint.
Izaya lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering what this feeling was that was overtaking him. Had he been asked the day before what his feeling were for the violent blonde, he would have answered, confidently, that he hated Shizuo. But now…Now he wasn't sure what he would say he felt. It had been easy to write the first kiss as an impulse, but two kisses, that was the beginning of a pattern. He rolled onto his stomach with a groan. He didn't want to feel what he was feeling. He especially didn't want to feel what he was feeling, for the person he was feeling it about.
After a few hours, Izaya gave up on trying to sleep. He got out of bed and pulled on a pair of jeans and his fur parka. He left his apartment and walked the streets of Ikebukuro for a while. The night air cleared his head, but did nothing about the emotions that swirled in his chest. He wanted to see Shizuo. He wanted to see him bad. This thought made him feel pathetic. Never had he felt so dependent on someone. Unconsciously, his feet brought him to the front of Shizuo's building. He stood there for a while, staring at the window of Shizuo's apartment complex. The lights were out, he was probably asleep.
The thought of Shizuo asleep made Izaya smile. He had a hard time picturing it, Shizuo asleep that is. The thought of the blonde soft and vulnerable just didn't have a place in his mind. He shook his head. He walked away, not wanting to be seen by anyone in front of his arch-nemesis' building.
He needed someone to talk to. He wondered if Simon was still out, but it was a little late for him to still be working. Celty might have been around, but he knew the dullahan wouldn't want to talk to him. Ever since the incident with Miss Magenta, she had been very distant. He sighed. It was times like these where not having any close friends sucked. Instead of continuing on a trek through the city, he walked home and lay in bed, waiting for sleep to come. It never did.
Okay, so it's short but still, it's something. I have a hard time writing from Izaya's POV so that's why his chapters have been so short. I promise the next chapter will be longer. Wow, I can't believe something that I, at first, expected to be a one-shot has three chapters, I hope everyone enjoys this. R&R please.