A/N: So chapter four. I've kind of run out of things to say in the author's note, so I'm just gonna get to the story. xD R&R please.
Shizuo didn't sleep at all. He spent the entire night thinking about Izaya. He hated how the damn flea could affect him so much. It became his mantra for the night.
"Hate him. Hate him. Hate him…"
But even though he tried to block out the thoughts of the kiss, they kept resurfacing: the look in the other man's crimson eyes, the feel of his body so close. His heart beat out the true rhythm of his thoughts.
Love him. Love him. Love him…
Shizuo groaned and rolled onto his side. He looked at his alarm clock. It was six o' clock in the morning and the sun was just now starting to shine over the city. He cursed his luck that it was his day off. He definitely needed to blow off some steam.
After a few hours of lying in bed, he finally got up. He dressed immediately, annoyed by how his baggy sleeping clothes wrapped around him. After he was properly dressed in his bartender attire, he went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. As he did so, he caught sight of himself in the mirror. He was a mess. His hair hung around his face in a messy halo. His eyes were bloodshot and dark circles were appearing underneath them from not sleeping well the past two nights. He could almost hear Izaya's smug voice in his head.
"Are the thoughts of me killing you yet, Shizu-chan?"
Shizuo brushed his teeth hard enough to make his gums bleed, nearly snapping the toothbrush in half in doing so. He spat into the sink and threw the toothbrush into its cup hard, as though it were the brush's fault he was feeling this way. He ran his fingers through his blonde hair, trying to smooth it. It worked, to a degree, but hell, his hair was usually in a mess, so he didn't think on it too much. He placed his sunglasses on his face, hoping it would cover the dark circles. With that he left his apartment, lighting a cigarette as he went. He had one thought in mind: finding Izaya.
As he walked, he felt himself get angrier and angrier. By the time he got to Izaya's office, he was ready to throw a loaded mini-van through the door. He settled for knocking it down instead, pulling the hinges out of the wall. The office was empty. Shizuo growled. Of course, the one time Izaya wasn't working. He turned to leave, trying to figure out what to do next. He didn't know where the flea lived, which bothered him, because apparently, Izaya knew where he lived.
He figured his best bet to find Izaya was wondering the streets. He always seemed to run into him on a regular day, so it only seemed logical that he'd be bound to find him today. His anger had not quelled, but he didn't feel the urge to cause any destruction. It was a nagging kind of anger, deep in his chest that propelled him forward on the streets, looking for any sign of the brunette. It was nearly sundown when he saw any sign of him. He had caught sight of the other man turning down an alleyway a few streets away. With a smile of triumph, Shizuo ran after him.
When he turned the corner, he realized that Izaya wasn't alone. Around him were four large men. They looked like gang members but it was hard to tell. Shizuo assumed that Izaya was dealing business with these men, so he decided not to interrupt and stayed behind the corner of the building. It looked as if they were talking, but it was impossible to hear what was said over the murmur of the crowds and cars. Shizuo watched them speak for a while, until he saw Izaya say something and start to walk away. He moved from his spot at the corner in time to see one of the men take a swing at the back of Izaya's head. Izaya dodged the blow and turned on the man, whipping out his switchblade and slashing at the man's chest. The man went down, but his friends didn't seem pleased. They rushed Izaya, a swarm of fists and angry faces. Nimbly, he fought them off, his switchblade shimmering in the light from the setting sun until all but one man was left standing. Izaya smirked, and ran at the man, taking a slash at him. He missed, and the man took advantage of the opening and punched Izaya in the face. The brunette staggered and fell to the ground.
Shizuo's vision went red.
Had someone hit Izaya?
Had someone hit HIS Izaya?
The next thing he knew, he had thrown the man over the skyline.
He only turned back to Izaya when he heard clapping from behind him.
"Good job, Shizu-chan! I've always wanted a guard dog," Izaya said smiling widely. Shizuo grimaced. He couldn't believe he had helped out Izaya of all people, but his body had worked on its own. He straightened his glasses.
"Shut up," he growled. "I didn't do it for you."
"Then who exactly did you do it for?" Izaya rose to his feet, but stumbled. Shizuo reached out to steady him, grabbing his arm. He felt a tug, then suddenly Izaya had him in a warm embrace.
"Thank you Shizu-chan," he said into Shizuo's shoulder. Shizuo hesitated, then slowly wrapped his arms around the other man.
"You're welcome, Izaya-kun."
Alright! Another chapter! I was thinking that this would be the last chapter, but I'm not so sure anymore. Well, we'll see. ^_^ Thank you for reading. Leave me a nice little review. Muchas gracias. Buenas noche.