Nee... sorry it took so much to finish it and there's no lewd stuff.../yet/. But I promise there will be! Thank you for all faves/follows!
"Izaya!" A loud scream broke the silence in Ikebukuro. The people passing by on the streets didn't even bother to turn their heads in the direction of the sound. They were all used to the dreadful fights between a certain information broker and an ex-bartender. A loud thud announced the collison of a vending machine with the wall of a market building. The dark-haired informant avoided that one and as he ran further away from the angered bodyguard, his wide grin crossed his face with a sadistic pleasure behind it. In his mad run, Izaya didn't notice that the blonde ex-bartender wasn't behind him anymore. neither did he notice when a sign post smashed against his head. The world became blurry in a matter of seconds and the informant collapsed on the ground. The last thing he remembered was the smile of triumph the other man had on his face. There was a warm liquid pouring down his face as his vision was covered in complete darkness. His mind gave up to unconsciousness and the world died before his eyes. "Flea?" The blonde let the damaged post sign fall on the asphalt and kneeled beside the informant. Doubt shaded his sight as he watched the dark-haired man move slightly, still unconscious. He had the same creepy grin plastered on his face and Shizuo was ready to leave him be when the informant called for him. "Shizu-chan." Izaya whispered, his grin slowly vanishing and making place for a rather new expression Shizuo ever saw on the informant's face. He looked as if he was in pain. "Flea, if that's one of your pranks, I'm not going to fall for it." The blonde man growled, annoyed by the situation he was in. Of course he wasn't going to fall in that trap, but the more he looked at the unconscious man, the heavier his heart became. Even if he hated the man he was looking at, he didn't really wish to ever kill him. It was just that the brunet loved to mess with his short temper. Without thinking about it too much, the bodyguard ran a hand through the informant's hair. The soft dark bangs coiled around his fingers as Shizuo moved them to get a clearer view of the other's face. Doing that he noticed the change in Izaya's expression. He didn't look like he was in pain anymore, he looked rather peaceful, with a new kind of smile born across his face. "Shizu-chan..." The informant nuzzled against the hand which was playing with his hair. Even in his unconscious state, Izaya recognized the mix of cigarette, sweat and pure Shizuo smell. The bodyguard's eyes widened, but little for the reaction of the brunet. Warm drops of red liquid poured on his fingers. /He really hit the informant pretty hard./ Shizuo didn't hesitate and picked up the dark-haired man, heading to his home. He did that and he was going to fix it.
The door slammed against the wall with a loud thud as it was kicked open. A heavy sigh escaped the blonde's lips as he entered the apartment carrying a certain informant in his arms. The door was closed the same rough way as it was opened. The floor cracked silently as the bodyguard stepped further heading to his bedroom, where he gently placed the brunet on the bed. He was about to go to the bathroom and look for a towel and disinfectant when Izaya grabbed his sleeve as if he wanted him to remain there. Shizuo glanced back at the sleeping brunet and gazed at his peaceful expression. For a moment, Shizuo wondered what he was dreaming about when he remembered he had a job to do. He carefully shoved the informant's hand off and headed to the bathroom. The small bulb from the ceiling lighted up the bathroom as the bodyguard picked the first small towel he found and the bottle of disinfectant. When he returned, he found the brunet in the same place, holding and nuzzling one of his pillows. Shizuo blinked few times before approaching the bed's side and dragging a chair along with him. "Alright flea. If you think I'm letting you spill your blood all over my pillow, you're wrong." The blonde bodyguard pulled the pillow away from the informant's arms and started cleaning his wound with the small towel and disinfectant. That was when he discovered the deep scar on the informant's forehead, carefully hidden behind long enough bangs of hair. Shizuo brushed his fingers against it, feeling the rough and bruised skin. He wondered if the informant gained that scar from their endless fights and started to feel guilty about it. The ex-bartender leaned an placed a kiss upon the scar before making sure the brunet was sleeping. He got up from the chair and headed back to the bathroom for a shower. As the crystal water started to pour from above, all kind of thoughts made place in the blonde man's mind.
Crimson eyes opened slowly after hours of deep slumber and endless running in pitch black darkness. Pure bloody orbs blinked few times before adjusting to the poor light of a small lamp sitting right next to the bed he was lying it. Everything seemed different. The walls, the room, the bed and even the mix of different smells. The brunet informant tried to get up, but gave up as soon as a sharp pain hit his head. Izaya groaned in pain and collapsed back on the soft matress. He closed his eyes again and gave few good moments for the pain to settle down. It was when he reopened his eyes and heard a soft steady breathing, his red orbs opened wide as he turned his head in the direction of the sound. A chair was dragged beside the bed and sitting on it was no-one else other then the blonde bodyguard. The informant kept staring at him, taking every single detail of the man who he stated to hate so much. How the beach blonde bangs were covering his face, still a bit wet from the previous shower. How his mouth was half open taking in and out regular breaths and how his usual angered expression was so calm and peaceful while his mind was locked deep in the dream world. As Izaya attempted to move, he noticed how his and the blonde's hand were locked together. Their fingers locked in the most fragile and gentle hold, barely even touching and yet if they were locked tighter, the bond would had been broken. The dark-haired informant didn't dare to move. He was both curious and confused. The last thing he could remember was the post sign hitting his head, the blonde ex-bartender wearing that proud smile and how he woke up inside the blonde's house. A sharp pain shot him in his head and with his free hand he dared to touch the place. A strong smell of disinfectant filled his nostrills and that was when realization hit him. Izaya figured out that the blonde must had been feeling guilty about what he did so he dragged the unconscious informant to his apartment and fixed his wound. The dark-haired man smiled at the thought that someone who could be so violent and easily angered as Shizuo, had in fact a soft heart. A smile spread across his face. But it wasn't sadistic nor his usual wicked grin. It was that kind of smile which painted the simple unspoken words. It was sincere. Closing his eyes, the informant drifted slowly to sleep while the simple touch of their fingers made him feel linked of reality. It made him feel, for the first time in his life, not a monster, but a human. And the small smile that spread across the far-in-dreamland blonde proved it right.