A/N: Late update, I apologize ( );; !

But I assure you, this will be updated at every chance I get! Exams are half finished and its Spring Break. Which means I'm probably gonna be spending it writing Fanfiction xD !

Glad to see this story is liked (^ ^ ) I wanted to do a Fem!Shizuo story because... well... Shizuo would make an amazing woman. Handsome as a man, beautiful as a woman x)) !

I'm writing with a headache right now so bear with me!

I plan on writing this from the two opponents perspectives. Maybe Shinra will pop in if I feel like doing something absurd x))

Drrr! belongs to its rightful owner.

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Kadota

Do you like our little Shizu-chan?

Shinra is smarter than he gives off. You'd think he was a ditzy school nerd idiot... Okay he is. But he's smarter than expected. Sharper too...

Those words echo in my mind and Shinra's still expecting an answer. I can feel the blush return as I try to control my facial colour.

"S-Shinra. This is Shizuka we're t-ta-talking about!" Damn my stuttering. It just makes me seem weaker and more obvious. Shinra raises an eyebrow and his from deepens. Frowns do not suit his normally-oblivious happy face. In fact, it's kinda scary.

"What does that have to do with anything? Answer the question." He deadpans. Really, this is scary. Especially because it's Shinra.

How the hell do I tell this guy that I'm hopelessly in love with our best friend?

...Ah to hell with it.

My eyes lower the the ground and I mutter a silent "yes".

I can't face him. Who knows how is face is now... I wait for the worst to happen.

"How long?"

"I only realized it today, but I felt it for so long..."

"I see..."

Shinra turns in his heels towards the door and leave me in all my thoughts. I know he won't tell her. We made a silent agreement that in exchange for my confession, he won't tell her. In fact, knowing that cheeky bastard, he'd want me to tell her myself.

The matter at hand now is that Izaya character. Those hungry eyes. The way he looked at her. He looked as if he found the greatest gem to mankind (actually, Shizuka's worth far more than that). I know he does not like me. I can already tell he's a manipulating bastard. He'd only hurt her. He wants Shizuka, I know that. What I fear most is that he'd get what he wants. Shizuka's one to act on emotion. When she's pissed, she will attack. When she's sad, she will cry and isolate herself. When she's infatuated, she will be a tad bit out of character. I'm worried that Izaya will get what he wants because he's her type.

How do I know this?

Shizuka had a childhood crush. He looked almost exactly like Izaya but with chubbier cheeks and more amber eyes. He teased Shizuka as a child and constantly irritated her. The day she went to me to confess her puppy-love crush on him put me to shock. She constantly threw large objects at him and he dodged them, no less. He disappeared weeks before Shizuka planned on telling him her feelings and she was devastated. I was there to pick up the pieces and help her as a friend. Nothing more than that at the time.

Now, I wish I could have realized my feelings sooner and make it into some cheesy shojou manga scene where the guy confesses when the girl is at her weakest to make her all better and the end. Aw.

The bell breaks me from my thoughts and I head off to class. Hopefully Izaya didn't do anything to Shizuka and she's okay and in class.

I enter the class, take my seat, and wait for the next bell to signal the start of class.

My heart drops as she never entered through that door...

Izaya

Her face twists to something less than peaceful and her eyes slowly open. Her body didn't stir so I assume Kishitani-kun made sure she's paralyzed for a while.

And I was right. She looks over towards me and she frowns. Apparently she knows that she can't move too because she curses under her breath as she tries to move an arm to no avail.

"Leave." That didn't sting at all, Shizu-chan. I hide a wince and wear my mask.

"Ah, you wound me so." I dramatically sigh and clench at my chest where my heart is. I give off that sarcastic tone as I said that, when really, it was just a slight exaggeration on how I felt. "Is this how you should thank the man who lovingly carried you to the nurse's office in your state of unconsciousness?"

She really is beautiful. Her face softens a bit, but not enough to be sweet and cute, it becomes more of a pout, and she tilts her head as much as she could. Her cheeks turn a light shade of pink and those coffee coloured eyes turn darker.

If she looked ravishing in a torn uniform with her hair in a mess, imagine if she dressed up. I felt hot just from the mere idea of it...

No, Izaya. Calm down. You can't make your infatuation for her be seen. At that, I stand from his seat, earning a look of curiosity from Shizuka.

"I'll fulfill your wish, princess." I accidentally say with a sad tone. Fuck... I wear that arrogant smirk again, in hopes that I can play it off. As I make my way towards the door, sudden revelation strikes me. I turn back around and lean down so that I'm looming over her figure. I cup her chin and lean closer to her face, making my way to kiss her. This is priceless.

But when I look down, the look in her eyes were panicked and she was frozen. The pink tint in her cheeks turn pale and I could see her just barely tearing up. Her body is frozen from the neck down and I've held her head in place.

She's scared.

Is this her first kiss? Does she truly hate me as she says? Is she nervous?

Whatever the reason, she's scared and seeing the girl that nearly ripped my head apart in a vulnerable position made me feel like an ass. And that's one hell of an accomplishment since I've never really cared before.

Until now... I sadly think to myself. This girl... I've fallen hard for her. How does this one human affect me this much when I've only just met her? I can't escape...

I lower my head to kiss her, but not on the mouth like I intended to. I hold no malice. I do not wish to tease her or manipulate her out of my own entertainment (okay, just a bit, maybe), I don't want to take advantage of her. All in spite. Now, I want to kiss her so that she knows how I felt. I want to kiss her so she knows that I'm in love with her. I want to kiss her out of the affection I'd never show for anyone else but her. But I know she's not ready.

I tilt her head at the last minute and kiss her cheek softly. Its smooth and very delicate, but who knows. Her essence invades my nostrils and I take in every bit of it. I pretty much take a quiet but giant breath and savor the scent. Theres a slight mix of cigarettes, milk, strawberries, and an unidentifiable (but not unwanted, far from it) aroma that can only be Shizuka.

I let the kiss linger. I want it to leave a message. 'I will wait for you' or 'You will be mine' or 'I love you more than you'd ever know'. Hopefully it reached her.

I part my lips from that sultry skin and walk out without taking a single glance at her. She's probably disgusted that someone like I can only think about that kiss and the progression of my day. I stop in place at one mere thought. It irritates me to know end and for once in many years, I can feel my eyes turn into a more amber colour. This has only happened twice in the past when my emotions overwhelmed me. Now, I'm pissed just thinking about it. I had my grimace with a smirk. Not my casual one though. This one has true hate and malicious intents.

One thing, no, person, has managed to spark this.

Kyohei Kadota.