Title: All The Wrong Reasons
Author: MistressKiko
Rating: M
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!

THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.

"Mirads" are my made up creatures. A more in depth description of what a mirad is will be coming in future chapters.

Shizuo's POV

I woke up to an empty bed.

I stretched, then stared at the ceiling with my arms flung above my head. I briefly wondered if Izaya went back into his jewelry box. My stomach rumbled, reminding me of the simple sandwich I had for dinner and craving more.

Well, it'd have to wait until I took a shower.

I did so, throwing on a pairing of jeans before stepping out of my room. To my surprise, Izaya was up and out of the box. He had pulled the blinds all the way up and was staring out of the window.

A trickle of water from my still-damp hair fell down my neck and tickled me. I reached up to brush the water away as Izaya turned to me.

"Morning," I greeted, walking over and looking out the window. I was actually curious as to what he was looking at, but there was nothing particular. Just clouds and gray skies.

"Good morning, honey!" He shouted, shocking me when he wrapped his arms around the back of my shoulders.

"Off," I growled, attempting to shrug his arms off.

"Well then don't tempt me," he whined pathetically, though a teasing smirk was on his lips as he drew back, "Coming out here shirtless with wet hair. You're asking to be jumped."

"Sorry if that doesn't come to my mind, considering we're both guys," I snapped, walking to the kitchen. I didn't comment on his frustrated sigh behind me, and opened the fridge. I was set on making some eggs, but there were none.

No eggs, no bandages. Looked like a trip to the store would be helpful.

I straightened when I heard my cell's ring tone coming from my room. I turned to run to it, just in time to see Izaya looking interested and disappearing.

"If you pick up my phone!" I exclaimed, running to the room.

"This is Shizuo's sex line! We love to stuff our sausages into your buns! May I ask who's ca-"

I ripped the phone from his hand, near breathing fire.

"Fuck off, flea," I hissed, glancing at the caller ID. Tom. Great.

"Flea?" Izaya yelled, appalled.

"Tom?" I asked, turning my back to Izaya.

"... who the heck was that?" Tom sputtered. I cringed when I could practically see him trying to control his laughter.

"No one important," I answered, casting a glare at Izaya. He promptly stuck his tongue out at me like a four-year-old.

Honestly.

"Right. Well. I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," Tom said with a chuckle, "I was just calling to tell you that I'm going to be working in the office for the next few days, so you don't need to come in."

Oh, what the hell.

"Don't tell me that. I need work," I sighed, rubbing at my temples. There was no way I was going to be able to stay home with Izaya here to drive me insane.

"Uh... there really wouldn't be anything for you do do," Tom answered uncertainly, "Are you alright, Shizuo?"

I sighed.

"I'll be fine. Alright, just give me a call if you need me," I surrendered.

"Will do. Say hi to your friend for me?"

I hung up.

"You-"

"How could you call me a flea? That is so degrading!" Izaya exclaimed, his arms crossed.

"Because you're like one! Sneak in, make a home, bother me, and you won't leave," I yelled, making my way to my closet to find a shirt.

"... you can throw out the box whenever you want!" He yelled back as I was bringing the shirt over my head. I yanked it down the rest of the way and looked at him. He was glaring at me with clenched fists.

Guilt settled in my stomach.

I shook my head, grabbing my jacket.

"Don't be stupid. I'm not heartless. I'll put up with your annoying ass until you're out of that contract."

The anger melted from his face, replaced by confusion. I brushed passed him.

"Hey," he said softly, trailing after me like he usually did, "Are you going somewhere?"

He sounded almost nervous, like he wasn't sure he should talk to me or not.

"Yeah. Shopping," I answered, planting my foot down and turning abruptly. He halted, surprised at my sudden stop, "Don't try to take advantage of the fact I won't throw you out. I don't want anymore of this touching me business, and I want you to stay out of my personal things, including my cell phone."

"But-" he started, but then he bit his lip and nodded, "Okay. Sorry. But... can I go?"

"Go?"

"Shopping. With you," Izaya said, looking hopeful.

I didn't have a good feeling about this.

"Why do you want to go? I won't be long."

"But it gets me fidgety if I have to stay in one place too long!" He said, slapping his hands together like he was about to pray, "Please?"

Sigh.

"Fine, fine," I said, grabbing the jewelry box and sliding it in my pocket.

"But! I need you to make a wish first, please?"

"Eh?"

"Wish me a coat with a hood! I don't feel comfortable going out with my face exposed," Izaya said with shifty eyes.

"Why don't you just use your magic to create your own?"

"It doesn't work like that! I can't use my magic unless I am granting a wish! Other than teleportation."

So many rules.

"Fine. I wish you had a coat with a hood," I said. As soon as it left my mouth, a coat appeared on Izaya. It was black with puffy white trim on the edges. Well if that was his taste.

"Thank you!" Izaya said with a grin, flipping the hood over his head, "Now, onward!"

I still had a bad feeling about this.

Staying silent, I observed him as his head turned left and right, taking in all the sights like a child in a candy store.

"You act like you've never seen the outdoors," I remarked.

"I don't get to be outside very often," he replied.

"Why is that?"

"He's a bastard."

His contractor, apparently.

"You ever going to tell me who 'he' is?" I asked. He went on walking ahead of me like he didn't hear a thing, and I huffed.

I shook off a shiver that shot through my spine.

That bad feeling from earlier reemerged, and I looked at Izaya in confusion. I thought I was uneasy about letting him out in public, but he was just innocently walking in front of me, and the feeling still wouldn't go away.

It was like...

I casually looked around. At first, I could only see normal citizens making there way from here and there. But then I saw a guy in sunglasses behind us. The feeling intensified. Guys shouldn't be wearing sunglasses on a cloudy day anyway.

Call it an instinct, but I think we were being followed.

"Izaya," I whispered just loud enough to get his attention.

He slowed his pace so he was walking next to me.

"Hm?"

"Was your contractor in a gang or in some sort of power position on the streets?"

He tensed, narrowing his eyes.

"Will you stop trying to ask about him!" Izaya hissed.

"This is important. I think we're being followed," I warned, trying to look casual as I continued walking. Izaya drew a quick breath, and I could tell he was forcing himself not to look around.

"... yes," Izaya admitted.

"I wonder if he knows I have you," I muttered. Izaya grew even paler than he already was, withdrawing into his hood, and I took out a cigarette from my pocket.

Sucking the smoke out of the stick, I walked right passed the market to see if the guy would continue to follow.

He did.

And when I came to a crosswalk, I noticed another suspicious looking guy who was openly looking at us in hostility from the crosswalk catty-corner to us.

This wasn't good.

I needed to come up with something, and fast. I could easily take these two, but I had no idea what weapons they were concealing, or how many others may possibly be in disguise around here.

The crosswalk signaled we could walk.

"Shizuo," Izaya whispered, catching my attention. His head was down, and he was hidden so well in the hood that I could only see his raven bangs peaking out, "Just put the box down and walk away."

"What?" I hissed, pursing my lips, "There's no way in hell I'm doing that."

"But you were... I don't want you to get hurt because of me," he spoke in a small voice. My heart skipped a beat at the admission.

You stupid idiot.

What happened to begging me to keep you away from him?

I wasn't going to go back on my word.

Seeing yet another figure trying to hide himself in the shadows of a nearby alley, I threw my cigarette on the ground.

"I have a plan."

AND THE PLOT THICKEEEEEEEEEENS.

This is a cliffy, I'm sorry ^^;

Kisunohi - I... I am flattered, but... I don't want to get married this young! 8D I shall continue this story instead?
HelloMyFallen - No beta ;D I'm minoring in English, and it's my favorite subject, so I try to be very cautious about those things.

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