Soooo here's chapter two...Urgh! I think writing AN is just something I'm never gonna get used to. Sorry folks, they're aways ging to be clumsy and awkward like yours truly
*sigh*
I'm going to pretend it come across as cute and doesn't make me look insane
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I would like to give a big thank you to Naturesshadows. First comment YAY! Your comment was so nice and I was so nervous and it encouraged me to continue so thank you so so so much!
(Also sorry if this is weird and creepy, but I figured a private message might have been weirder and creepier?...I don't know, sorry)

It had been a little embarrassing carrying the unconscious flea bridal style to my apartment. I would have taken him straight to Shinra if it had been anyone else but I knew the arrogant man wouldn't be too happy about it. I wouldn't feel comfortable humiliating the flea until he was up and back to being a fulltime troll.

I got to my flat, supporting him with one arm as I unlocked the door. It wasn't difficult, Izaya had quite a slender frame, although he wasn't at all bony. I didn't bother flicking on any lights as I lay him down on my couch. I sat on in the armchair, whipping out my phone to quickly google how to care for someone who's been roofed.

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I frowned at the results. I probably should take him to Shinra's place to make sure he's okay. I put down my phone, sparing a glance at Izaya. I flinched when I came face to face with bright eyes, his irises glowing red in the moon light that seeped through the window.

"Don't take me Shinra" at least he was communicating better.

"How are you feeling? What do you need?" I asked, standing up.

"I don't want Shizu-chan to leave" he sighed.

My eyebrow twitched "dammit flea, even drugged you're annoying as hell."

"I think I need to be sick" he groaned, trying to move. He let out a small whimper as his body failed him.

I growled, scooping him up and hauling him into the bathroom "Don't you dare throw up on anything other than the toilet."

I cringed as he violently threw up into the toilet bowl, tears rolling down his cheeks again "this is so gross" he spluttered before gagging again.

"Tell me about it" I winced, looking away "although it's probably good to get it out of your system, right? I'm glad you're conscious again."

After he was done I lifted him up onto the counter next to the sink and poured him some mouth wash as I wetted a wash cloth for him to clean up with. His movements were slow and a little shaking but he managed to get most of it in his mouth.

"Clean your face," I directed "while I go and get you some water."

I was back in mere moments. I blushed when I found Izaya where I had left him, only fiddling with the front of his jeans. His sloppy fingers were struggling to undo his zipper.

"What are you doing?" I asked nervously, diverting my gaze.

He looked up, biting his lip, a light blush across his cheeks "I feel so hot. I feel funny. It hurts. Please help."

I groaned, my eyes landing on the bulge in his jeans "what kind of drug is this?!"

"Please Shizuo, it's really- argh!- uncomfortable" he gasped, his breathing heavy.

"Fine, I'll help but if you ever mention this to anyone-"

"No, Shizu-chan, I promise. Just hurry, okay?" he whimpered, squirming and continuing to mess with his jeans. I had never noticed how snug those dark jeans actually were. How the hell he was able to move around in them so smoothly during our fights was a total mystery.

I held my breath as I pushed him back against the wall so my hands would haven't better access to his- err- area. Izaya letting out a heated groan when I touched him didn't really help the situation.

"Can you not?" I hissed, glaring at him.

"I'm sorry," he panted "I can't help it. I'm usually really sensitive anyway but this drug…I'm on fire!"

I gritted my teeth and tried to fight back the blush that was crawling up my neck. I gave a small nod before returning to my job "Do I just undo the front or…?"

"Take them off" he demanded.

I nodded again, before slowly loosening the zipper and sliding a hand under his waist. I lifted him with one arm and tugged down the jeans with the other. I placed him back down and yanked them down his long, pale legs in one clean swoop. I tried to avoid looking at his tented boxers "Better?"

"A little" he said, clenching his fists "this is so embarrassing!"

I shrugged "Just sleep it off. You'll be fine in the morning."

I lifted him again, Izaya moaning as his crotch accidently rubbed against my stomach. We both silently agreed not to comment on it and we made our way back to the living room without a word. I placed him back onto the couch, putting the bottle of water on the coffee table. I had been nice enough to stick in a straw.

"Will you be okay?"

He nodded.

"There's a blanket there if you want it. I'm just down the hall and I'll leave the doors open so I can hear you…Good night."

And with that lame little speech, I turned on my heel and marched to my room. Hearing a faint "Good night, Sizu-chan" as I went.

I pulled my shirt over my head, dumping it on the floor before unbuckling my belt. I flopped onto my bed, my feet hanging off the end. I covered my face with a pillow and groaned.

I woke up to the sound of giggling. I glanced at my clock before going to investigate. The plan was to get the brat out of my house as soon as possible. He'd be gone and things would be back to normal.

I peered into the living and narrowed my eyes.

Izaya was on the floor laughing as he played with my stumpy munchkin cat. They kind of matched with their dark hair and the friendly kitten had definitely taken to him.

"What are you doing?" I growled, not trusting the flea with him.

"What's wrong with your cat?" he laughed at the way the cat ran "its legs are so short!"

"He's a munchkin cat" I said, sitting on the sofa.

"The way he runs is so funny!" I didn't find Izaya's laugh as slimy as I normally did and it didn't send shivers of dread down my spine. This laugh was free of spite and was actually quite endearing…huh?

I couldn't really help but smile at his teeny tiny legs "his names Pumpkin…I didn't name him."

Izaya laughed even harder "Pumpkin!"

"Do you like cats?" I asked.

"Love them. Why on earth did you call him Pumpkin?"

"The little girl next door named him. He was a stray the used to just hang about outside so I took him in. Happened to be on halloween" I shrugged "I have two now."

"Where's your other one?"

I sighed before sliding onto the floor to look under the couch. As I suspected, an unimpressed amber eye glared back at me. I ignored the grumpy look and fished him out. "This is Pirate."

"Whoa he's huge" Izaya came over to pet my giant Maine coon, running his fingers through his chocolate fur. "Pirate is a fitting name" he said, taking note of Pirate's missing eye.

"Hmph" I nodded.

Me and Izaya paused and slowly turn to meet each other's gaze. It would seem the same thought had hit us at the same time and we were equally unnerved by it. We were having quite a normal conversation.

"This is too weird" I massaged my forehead.

"Yeah" Izaya nodded, sliding away from me and Pirate.

"Look Izaya," I said "about last night…"

I felt Izaya shiver "I don't want to think about it. Let's forget last night happened, okay?"

I studied his expression for a brief moment. He looked scared again and on the verge of more tears. I didn't blame him. It must have been a truly terrifying experience that no one should have to go through- not even the flea. I pitied him.

"You can shower and stuff before you go" I said "Today doesn't count, okay? We'll go back to how we were tomorrow, but for now I won't try and kill you. I'll even lend you some clean stuff to wear, although it'll probably be too big."

Izaya bit his lip and nodded.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

I looked up to see Izaya finally coming out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a lime coloured towel. He had been in there for several hours, trying to cleanse himself of last night I suppose.

"No" I muttered "I don't date."

"What's with all the candles and bubble baths then? You actually have a lot of cutesy, colourful stuff here. And I would have never have guessed you to be into cats."

I didn't say anything and pretend to go back to reading. I didn't like him in my house. I just knew he was analysing everything, searching for new things to harass me with.

"Why don't you date?"

"That's a dumb question. Aren't you supposed to be like, crazy smart or something? It's your job to know this crap. You already know why."

"Yes, but I wanted to hear it from you" he sighed, sitting next to me.

I just shot daggers at him and waited.

"You don't want to hurt anyone."

"Yeah, yet you insist on making that awfully difficult for me" I snapped "now stop talking, you're pissing me off."

"Of course I'm pissing you off. Everything pisses you off."

"Izaya, in return for saving your arse last night-" Izaya flinched at the phrase "would you please not try and fuck things up for me? Not here." I finished, picking up my glass of milk.

"Fine but just because you saved me, it doesn't mean-"

"How did you even manage to get yourself in that situation? Again, you're supposed to be able to read people" I grumbled.

"I was bored and decided to go people watching in a bar. Humans make the best entertainment and I was having fun until some guy came over and started chatting me up. Two people got into a fight and distracted me for a moment so I guess that's when he drugged me" Izaya brought his knees up to his chest "Everything's a little hazy after that…He…"

"Izaya, how far…"

"Just his hands" Izaya whispered.

…

"Erm, Shizuo?"

"Yeah?"

"You're bleeding."

"Huh?"

Izaya nodded to the broken shards of glass in my bloody hand. I blushed. I hadn't felt a thing.

Izaya chuckled "don't look so embarrassed, Shizuo-chan. I'm kind of over your super strength already. Where's your first aid kit?"

"Erm, in the bathroom."

Izaya attentively fixed up my hand, carefully picking out any pieces of glass and mopping up the blood. "So seriously, what's with all the fluffiness in your apartment?"

"I'm not getting personal with you" I warned.

"Too late. Today doesn't count, remember? Now come on, tell me" he gave what I guess was a sweet smile but I felt 'sweet' wasn't a word I'd ever use to describe the informant.

I let out a huff of defeat "If you must know, I'm in a process of self-improvement right now. I figured colour would, I don't know, cheer me up."

I glanced down at him and was surprised to find a warm and understanding look on his face "Is it working?"

"I think so."

He wrapped a bandage around the big slash in my hand and even placed a small kiss over it "all better."

"You didn't have to kiss it" I mumbled.

Izaya chuckled and leaned in very close, so he was mere centimetres away from my ear "Thank you, Shizuo."

He placed a small, feather light kiss on my cheek before getting up and walking out the front door.

My face flushed red as the spot he had kissed me tingled.

"What the fuck?!"

I guess this was kind of filler and I guess I've changed their "true" character quite a bit, but I don't know, wanted to show a softer side maybe? I'm a sucker for fluffiness
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