"Damn that flea…" Shizuo muttered under his breath as he placed a pack of cigarettes in front of the cash register. He took out his money and paid for them silently as he continued to rant curses he had for that pain. It wasn't that he was necessarily mad at the flea himself; it was more that he was mad about being worried about him. They were mortal enemies; he shouldn't have been worried about him. In fact he should have shoved him into the street and then he would have been done with him. A shiver ran through him; he couldn't picture himself doing that to anyone, even the informant. The cashier handed him the pack of the only comfort he had come to know as he started out of the small store. He looked around until he saw Izaya who was sitting with Tom on a bench across the street. He studied the other and came to the conclusion that this man wasn't Izaya, he was nothing like him in the sense that he was not cruel and detached from life like the past informant had been. He started across the street and met up with them while sticking one of the cancer sticks in his mouth.

Izaya noticed him immediately and turned to him smiling, "Shizuo-san, are we going to look around now?"

"No," Shizuo leant against a bus stop sign that was near the bench as he pulled his lighter out, "I'm going to bring you home and me and Tom are going to work."

The other pouted angrily, "Shizuo-san! I don't want to stay at your house there's nothing to do…"

"I don't give a damn flea!" In his irritation he started to crush his lighter, it was already starting to break under his suppressed rage as lighter fluid started to leak out onto his hand through the broken plastic.

Izaya looked at him a bit hurt, "Why can't I just come with you..?" He lightly touched Shizuo's hand to try and get him to calm down.

His hand flinched away from the informant's warm touch, "Don't touch me, and you can't come with us because you obviously can't handle yourself out here."

"Is this about the car?" He said in contemplation, "So you're just worried about me? Well don't, I'll be fine I promise. Just let me come with you pleaaaaaseee~?" He smiled lightly at the blonde.

Shizuo looked to Tom, "Do we even have time to bring him back?"

"Not really," The other got up, "Were already late, but if you want to go you can just meet me there…"

"Tom-san! Don't let him bring me back there!" Izaya got up and looked at him desperately.

He sighed in return, "Sorry Izaya it's not my call…"

Izaya turned to Shizuo and grabbed his arm tightly making the other back away, "Please Shizuo-san! I promise I'll be good and stay out of trouble!"

"I don't trust you flea, never have never will." He pressed his free hand against Izaya's head and tried shoving the other off of his arm which proved to be harder than he thought.

"Ow! Shizuo-san…" He latched onto his arm tighter and thought of something, "If you make me stay there… I'll go through all your stuff!"

Shizuo paused his shoving and glared, "You wouldn't."

Smirking at the response, Izaya cuddled Shizuo's arm and replied sweetly, "I would~ I'll go through allllll of it~"

"Do it and I'll kill you for real this time!"

Izaya giggled playfully and let go of Shizuo before staring the walk back to Shizuo's apartment, "Now I really do want to go back~"

In defense of his privacy, the blonde grabbed the small informants arm and tugged him back, "Wait! You can come along…" Shizuo mumbled under his breath, "I guess you aren't that different…"

"What?" Izaya looked up at him curiously.

"N-nothing…" Shizuo glared at his hand on the informants arm before releasing it, "Come on let's go…"

Smiling brightly at how he had won, the cheeriest of the three skipped alongside Shizuo who was trying to stay as far away from Izaya as Tom would allow, seeing as he was stuck between the two.

"Shizuo-saaaan~ where are we going?" Izaya cheered as he grabbed the blondes arm once again.

"Were meeting with someone, but were not sure where they are as of yet," He looked at Izaya, "and let go of my arm."

Izaya held his arm tighter and gave him the 'no way' face, "What do you do at your job Shizuo-san?"

Tugging his arm back, Shizuo tried to get it loose getting more and more frustrated while replying, "Were debt collectors- well Tom-san is, I'm his body guard."

Tom looked around Shizuo to face Izaya, "Yes so were going to be running around a bit, this guy probably doesn't want to be found judging by the money he hasn't paid."

"Oh…" Izaya looked up, "So you're like hero's~?"

Shizuo laughed loudly, he never though he would hear those words come from Izaya, "Not really, were just making sure these losers pay what they owe."

"Well either way," Izaya looked into Shizuo's light brown eyes deeply, "Shizuo-san's my hero…" He smiled gratefully.

Shizuo found himself staring back to long as he turned away embarrassed, "Shut up flea, I'm no hero…" He remembered his lighter as he opened his still closed hand which had the remains of the broken lighter in it. "Damnit…" Shizuo growled as they walked deeper into Ikebukuro.