I'm glad people like this. Shizuo is my favorite character (and I like to see him suffer) ahem...

This chapter is slightly (just barely) ((not really)) longer. My stories tend to get longer as the plot progresses. And whatnot.

So Enjoy~

Tom had to drag the sickly Shizuo to the blonde's apartment. Upon entering, he sifted throught the ex-bartender's pockets and grabbing his cellphone. He found the number for Kishitani Shinra easily in his contacts.

"K- Kishitani-san! This is Tanaka Tom." Tom was nervous. What if Shizuo was deathly ill and only made light of his condition? He would never be able to forgive himself if his kohai was hurt on his watch, "I'm here with Shizuo, you see. He seems to have fainted."

"Fainted?" came a vaguely familiar voice. "I'm on my way. Don't be worried, Tanaka-san."

Shinra arrived relatively quickly on the back of the headless rider's motorcycle. When the two made their way into Shizuo's apartment, Tom found himself being dismissed.

"Don't worry, Tanaka-san," the underground doctor crooned, "We'll take care of Shizuo from here. He'll be fine."

The bespectacled man immediately set to work; taking temperatures, drawing blood, etc. He took note on how the blond was looking: a bit pale and clammy, but relatively healthy. Tom had mentioned something about the bodyguard lifting some furniture, before he left. Shinra was able to conclude that Shizuo's monstrous strength had somehow managed to activate an extreme bout of sickness and he was just dehydrated.

Shizuo's gonna have to be careful about that from now on, doctor's orders, Shinra considered seriously, He's gonna be pissed.

While Shinra was busy doctoring, Celty had taken to flitting back and forth around Shizuo's room, wringing her hands in a show of nervousness.

"Don't worry, my love. He's fine."

At her roommate/lover/boyfriend's words, the dullahan's shoulders visibly relaxed.

[Are you sure?]

Shinra was sure that if she had her head she would be staring apprehensively at the blond.

"Of course I am, darling," Shinra started packing all of his tools, "But just to be sure, we should bring him home with us when he wakes up. I also have some new ground rules to tell him about. Fun, no?"

He certainly wasn't looking forward to warning the pregnant man about his strength. He knew all too well how annoyed Shizuo got when people brought up his issues with self-control.

The doctor glanced over at his sleeping friend as he settled into a chair in the corner of said man's bedroom, Leave it to you to get pregnant. What are we gonna do with you?

Shizuo slept fitfully. He was plagued with blurry memories of a few weeks before.

He remembered going out for drinks with Tom-san for the older man's birthday. He remembered tasting whipped cream flavored vodka and liking it. A lot. He remembered getting drunk off his ass, along with his sempai, and stumbling out of the bar together. He remembered getting split from Tom and not knowing where the hell he was supposed to go. So he walked and walked. And where he ended up was just a blur.

He remembered fragments of the rest of the night. Simon offering sushi. A cute kitty he had pet. Bumping into someone. Cold hands on his arm. Being pulled really far. His legs being tired. A fur lined-jacket thrown over the back of an office chair. A spacious apartment and a soft bed. A slender body pressing down on him.

Red, red eyes. A sultry smirk.

Izaya.

That's it. It was Izaya.

Izaya who dragged him to bed. Izaya who pushed him down. Who tore off his clothes and made his body sing. Izaya who entered him for the first time. Izaya who filled him with a wet gushing warmth. Izaya's warmth.

Izaya who... Izaya...

Shizuo shot up in bed, startling the other two people present. He didn't question why they were there. He knew that. He could remember passing out.

He could remember... Remember...

He felt sick.

The blond darted out of his bedroom and made a beeline for the bathroom. It was there that he spewed his guts once more. A few seconds later, Celty was there holding his hair back as he released the contents of his already empty stomach.

"All of this vomiting is considerably normal considering your pregnant status, but it's not good for you," Shinra stated matter-of-factly, as he also entered the bathroom, "We're going to bring you to our apartment. We'll make sure you're fed and hydrated. I also have some... other things to tell you when we get there."

By the time Shinra had finished speaking, the bodyguard was done with his puking and had flushed the toilet. He gave his mouth a quick rinse at the sink and didn't protest as he was led out of the bathroom. Celty conjured up a black duffle bag and handed it to him. He quickly shoved a few bartender uniforms into it along with a couple pairs of pajamas.

The three of them road off on Celty's horse-turned-motorcycle. It was an awkward ride, but they made due. Celty drove quickly wanting to get home so she could take care of her friend. Little did she know, the blond man's latest sick episode wasn't really caused by his pregnancy, but by the memory of who the father of his child had to be.

This knowledge made Shizuo want to cry.