Izaya stared for what felt like forever at the now closed door. He felt tears slowly appearing in his eyes, but he held them back. He had never thought about that reaction. It didn't come as a surprise, though. He knew Shizuo and of course he wouldn't believe him, even though it was the truth. That was how it always had been and probably always would be. But that didn't make the tears in his eyes go away. It only made it a whole lot worse. He was really on the edge of crying right there. In front of the door that led into his love.

After several moments, he finally gave up and turned around. The monster wasn't coming back out and believing him. He knew that. It would probably never happen anyway. He took a deep breath in, before he started walking. He felt himself shaking lightly as he walked home to Shinjuku. It was getting dark after all, and it was probably close to midnight. But the informant didn't care. He wanted to go home and cry himself to sleep. Why the hell was it so terrible to confess his love for the bodyguard? Why did he feel so... heartbroken?

Izaya walked for a long time before he finally made it home to his office in Shinjuku. His bangs from his raven colored hair covered his eyes, as he quickly pushed the door open. He was hiding his eyes, since he knew he would look like he had been crying.

Namie quickly looked up from her cellphone, when she heard the door being opened with a loud bang. She looked at the informant and she slowly lifted her one eyebrow. The raven haired really didn't look very happy. "How did it go confessing?" she asked, but regretted it the second after by Izaya's reaction.

Izaya froze quickly and lowered his head even more. Behind his bangs, tears appeared in his eyes. No! He couldn't cry right now. He wasn't a freaking girl or crybaby! He was Izaya Orihara, and just because he got his heart broken, he wasn't going to let that make him depressed. He slowly lifted his head again to give the brunette an evil glare. "Shut up..." was all he mumbled in an aggressive tone, before he turned around and threw himself down on the couch.

Meanwhile in Ikebukuro...

Shizuo had been sitting on the couch in his apartment and staring at nothing ever since he had shut the door at the raven haired. The informant's words repeated themselves inside his head for who knows how many times. They just kept repeating themselves in his head. And he couldn't do anything about it. He had tried to make the flea's voice get out of his head, but it didn't work at all, so he just gave up rather quickly. It was impossible for him to stop thinking about the words Izaya had said to him. Was it really true? Was Izaya actually in love with him?

Hours passed without Shizuo even moved away from the couch. But after the hours passed, he finally decided to at least get some rest. Even if he wasn't going to sleep at all. He had work the next day after all, and it was already passed midnight. He pulled himself up from the couch and walked toward the bedroom in the apartment.

At the same time in Shinjuku...

Izaya finally pulled his head up from the pillow, and only a short second after, he sat up in the couch. "I need to pee..." he mumbled low, mostly to himself, but he knew Namie would be able to hear it. If she was there that was. But she wasn't she had gone home a bit under an hour ago, leaving the raven haired to cry by himself. He hadn't been crying though. He wasn't going to let that one thing make him all depressed and cry himself to sleep. He wouldn't allow it. He wasn't a crybaby. He was Izaya Orihara, the informant, and he couldn't let himself cry. Not again.

He sighed heavily, as he stood up from the couch and walked toward the bathroom not far away from the couch, he before had been lying on, not doing anything else than just lying there. He grabbed his phone quickly, just before he entered the bathroom. Even though he was alone in his office, he closed the door and locked it. Without giving it a second thought, he turned his phone on and clicked to write a new message. It only took him a short moment, before he had finished the message. But right before he pushed the send-button, he hesitated. He took a deep breath and finally pushed send, sending the message to the monster in Ikebukuro.

Ikebukuro...

Shizuo grumbled low, when he heard his phone in his pocket make that annoying sound, that meant he got a message. He was lying in his bed, his thoughts all pointed to the flea. He didn't know why. Or well... if he had to be honest, he knew exactly why he was thinking so much about that didn't mean anyone was going to know anything about it.

He quickly pulled his phone up from his pocket and went in to read the message. When he saw who had send the message, he frowned lightly, glaring at the name in the display. 'Flea'. He didn't wanted to let it be the flea's real name in his phone. He sighed shortly and opened the message to read.

'Shizu-chan... are you awake?' was what the message read. Shizuo just grumbled something low to himself, as he started moving his finger around on the buttons to write a respond. He didn't hesitate at all. He just hit the send-button and closed his phone again, letting his eyes drift up at the blank ceiling again.

Shinjuku...

Izaya couldn't help but smile widely, as he received the message from Shizuo. He quickly opened it and read it within a short moment. He giggled shortly, when he was done. "'Leave me alone, flea'" he read out loud to himself. He quickly wrote a respond and hit send. After a short second, he placed the phone next to himself and finally went to do what he came to the bathroom for; to pee.

Again, in Ikebukuro...

'Goodnight, Shizu-chan~ -heart-'. Shizuo read the text over and over again. Why did that one little message make his heart beat so fast? This wasn't normal, not normal at all. And it annoyed him a lot. He decided, after several long moments, that he wasn't going to reply back. He didn't think he needed to do it.

He placed his phone down on the bed next to him and moved his one hand up to place it on his forehead, as he stared up at the blank ceiling above him. "Damn it..." he mumbled low to himself after several moments, where he just did nothing. He sighed heavily, before he continued his mumbling to himself. "I think I actually like that flea a bit..."

A/N: Guys... I'm sorry, but right now I'm just almost too depressed to write anything. I might not update as much as I was planning to. But I'm not dead

I don't know when chapter 5 will be out. It will be a really long one probably, and also a chapter filled with... well, love. And I am sick of love right now. Don't ask why... But I promise I will write on it. Just don't expect it to be out for at least... let's say a week.

As always; please review~ ! ^w^