A/N:Aww… I got a really nice review that helped ease my writer's block (now if only that helped with art block) Ah Oh well

Any who this chapter is really cute But…but, there is a weird gruesome story in here…

The Match story…

(BTW I don't know how old Kasuka is so I just estimated like… 5 years younger than Shizuo… so if anyone knows tell me….)

Hot… that was the only way to describe this day, HOT.

"I hate heat" Shizuo groaned stomping his feet across the linoleum floors of the preschool his best friends sisters and coincidentally Kasuka, Shizuo's little brother, were staying. The air-conditioner had broken in the small building and Shizuo and Izaya had to pick up their siblings from the sweltering oven of a care center before they died of heat stroke. Shizuo always wondered why Kasuka still had to stay at a pre-school while his parents were at work but Shizuo, even though he's only 12, got to run around the city whenever he wanted, even after 8 pm if he wanted to, he didn't even have to ask and never got in trouble if he came home from Izaya's house at 2 am as long as it was on a weekend. Even if he was 5 years older than Kasuka it still seemed strange that they wouldn't even let him stay home by himself when they were away. What was even stranger is that Izaya could do the same thing only he could do it on weeknights too. Well, when your kid is practically a superhero that can lift a moderately sized car and throw it 100 meters there's not a lot to worry about he supposed. And in Izaya's case he's already an international criminal just for having the last name Orihara so most people wouldn't try to mess with him. Izaya even once told Shizuo that the electric company stopped charging them for any bills his family owed because they were afraid of someone coming and killing the CEO of the company. Shizuo was jolted from his trance when a huge LEGO came bolting for his head and hit him on his temple. He was shocked at first at the sudden pressure. He whipped his head over to Izaya who was sitting next to him at a chair, the only space between them provided by a small table with toddler toys on it. He was staring forward as if there was something he could look at besides the empty front desk. He had a bucket with rainbow colored bubble letters scaled across the top sitting open in his lap.

Monster LEGOS.

They're too big for your kid to swallow so if he chokes on this he was trying! : D

Shizuo stays quiet and only glares at the raven-haired. He looks forward again and tries to think of a reason Izaya would have for hitting him with one of those stupid bl- CRACK

Another red LEGO came shooting at him this time it hit a vain right above his temple making everything go black for a second. Once he was reoriented he glared at Izaya who was only looking forward still, silently. The boy's cherry-colored eyes did look over once to give a small smirk and a look of innocence, fake innocence anyway. Shizuo looked away after a while and rubbed the sore on his forehead then like a bullet threw a plain of smoke another black LEGO came slashing threw the now tense air whizzing it's way past Shizuo's head as the boy bent down to pick up the other two blocks that had nailed him right in the head. He immediately looked to Izaya who, this time, was in a position similar to that of a football player after he'd just thrown the ball all the way down field.

Izaya had gotten bored waiting for their siblings to be brought out to them and decided to do a little experiment then looked the other way to see the black LEGO wedged into the yellow painted wall of the waiting room. Izaya may have been small and a little cowardice at times but he could throw with deadly strength and precision. Shizuo turned at Izaya with blazing eyes ready to tear the smaller boy to pieces. Izaya only looked at him with those big red eyes with a weak smile that gave the impression of weakness, as if he was showing Shizuo his belly to say, "I give up, you got me… just don't hit me!" Shizuo growled louder and walked up to Izaya who made a small squeak as Shizuo pulled him out of the chair and lifted him above his head so that he was at least 7 feet from the ground, maybe even 8. Shizuo was already 5 foot 8 Izaya cursed at himself, he hated when Shizuo did this sort of punishment. Izaya screamed as Shizuo tossed the much smaller boy onto the ground on his stomach. Izaya's flat stomach and chest made a horrible slapping noise as they collided violently with the linoleum floors, knocking all of the air out of Izaya's lungs. He practically screeched out a pain filled scream as he gasped for air. Even though he was breathless and in pain he could only smile at his friend. They had made an agreement that whenever Izaya would annoy Shizuo he could only hurt Izaya back in one way every time. They came to this agreement because they both knew Izaya wouldn't be able to keep himself from annoying Shizuo and Shizuo wouldn't be able to keep himself from hurting Izaya. Izaya groaned as he got to his feet creakingly slow. He went and sat back in the chair and tilted his head back, sighing, his eyes closed. He was a little irritated, maybe because of the heat. Even thought he knew he deserved it he still wanted to get back at Shizuo. The idea came to him. Izaya would tell Shizuo a little story.

"It was a surprisingly cold autumn night when it happened, Shizuo," Izaya started. Shizuo only raised an eyebrow, not completely sure what Izaya was talking about. "My mom and dad had just had my sisters and they were celebrating with some… business partners," Izaya droned on, but now Shizuo was fully aware of what Izaya was talking of. "They said it was a birthday celebration for Mairu and Kururi. That they had always done this sort of thing to celebrate, even when I was born." Shizuo stepped back and opened his mouth to speak but his vocal cords had been ripped out when Izaya started to whine, imitating his little sisters' crying. "The twins were always whining, and then he decided to speak, the fool…"

"Those girl's of yours are too loud!" The Idiotic man complained drunkenly in a loud booming voice making everyone at the table silent. The food had already arrived and my parents were feeding my sisters and me. Kei Takahashi. A new young assassin my parents had hired who had recently been promoted, well he raised himself to the top after shooting the leader of one of my mother's intell groups in the head. He thought he was cool for being so powerful, he even talked trash about my parents behind their backs. Things about how they were stupid to have children being in this type of work and how they mixed work and family too closely.

"You already had one kid, love. Why do you need two more?" That idiot laughed so proudly you'd almost think he was the one running the show. He laughed heartily and slammed down his half empty glass of beer. My mother scowled darkly, I knew she was furious with this cockney little ass. I only smiled brightly and asked my father for more rice. Kei's smirk widened.

"They're both girls, right? I say you do like in China," He looked at my father and squinted his eyes. "Drown them." My mother had had enough. She slurred out some furious words in Russian to the two bulky guards standing at the entrance to the private room. They nodded and simultaneously said, Da. They grabbed Kei and scooted his chair back and shouted to the kitchen for the chef to prepare Сожженные свиного. The chef nodded and in a matter of moments a huge plate of pork came out on a platter covering in what looked like barbeque sauce to a 10 year old. Kei smiled as the huge tray was placed in front of him.

"Ah~ It looks wonderful. What is it."?

My mother hesitated a small smirk had cut it's way into her face.

"Swine."

Kei smiled and took his fork and began to gnaw off huge pieces of meat until he had eaten it all.

Every last piece.

He groaned in satisfaction and that's when my mother asked the guards to bring her a box of matches. They obliged and brought the small box over to her. She rose from her seat like a Greek goddess the florescent lights in the room shining off her skin and showing the seriousness in her features. All eyes seemed to be bolted to the look in her burning red ones. She slowly and gracefully walked over to Kei who was laughing aloud to himself. My mother took his nose in-between two of her fingers holding the box in the other fingers and took a match in the other hand. Then she lit it and waited silently for Kei to open his mouth, needing air desperately. Then…

She dropped the match…

Right down his throat.

It only took two seconds for the match to catch drift of the lighter fluid and gasoline that had been used in the pork sauce and the gunpowder used to season it with.

Boom.

Kei had been splattered across the walls and even near my food. It was disgusting to see my mother's white gown covered in red stains but I was happy since my sisters had started to laugh at the "fireworks" They had just seen.

Even after all that it was still a really fun party.

Shizuo trembled in his seat as Izaya only sat stacking some of the LEGOS to form a square. A woman in a pink dress and white apron came out holding Kasuka in her arms and a man with black hair and blue streaks carried Mairu and Kururi in either arm. Kasuka had on a mostly stoic face except for the slightest cringe in his brow that gave off the feeling he was irritated about something.

"We found your sisters in the freezer in the break room trying to get cool." The man said, though he wasn't much of a man. He only looked about 15 or 16. The woman bounced Kasuka in her arms trying to comfort him but he only scowled more and fidgeted in her grasp. The woman finally set Kasuka down and he slowly dragged himself over to Shizuo who was still in a shocked state even when his brother sat next to him squishing next to his older brother in the chair. Izaya got up and took his sisters from the boy and held their hands as they stumbled to keep their balance on their feet. Kasuka looked at his brother strangely and poked him in the stomach several times. Shizuo woke from his trance and looked at his brother as if he had just seen a ghost. Shizuo shook his head and smiled tenderly at Kasuka as not to worry him. Kasuka only stared with that blank expression of his and looked towards the woman who had carried him from the back of the care center. She was walking over to Shizuo with a small bag in her hands.

"These are Kasuka's things from all this week. He made a pretty picture of his family too, I think you should take a look."

Shizuo nodded at her and hopped down from the chair then lifted Kasuka from it and set him on the ground. The woman chuckled and told Shizuo to wait a moment before she disappeared behind the wall separating the children's area from the waiting room. She came back with a wicker basket with a few apples and grapes and some juice boxes inside.

"These things won't stay fresh inside a icebox that's not cool. I guessed you and your friends should take them so they don't end up going rank."

Izaya smiled brightly. Izaya hadn't eaten all day and he was getting thirsty in the sweltering heat. He walked over to the woman and shoved Shizuo out of his way, then snatched the basket and smiled at the woman.

"Thank you, ma'am. This will come in handy when we go to the beach."

Shizuo whipped his head to Izaya and scowled.

"The beach?"

Izaya smirked back at Shizuo then turned and looked back the woman cheerily.

"Me and Shizu-chan are taking the littler kids to the beach to play in the ocean."

Izaya spoke out the words with a strange accent as if he had bitten his tongue and it had swelled in his mouth. The woman grinned at him and petted his head. Izaya turned and went to his sisters and pulled Mairu into his arms and dragging Kururi as she began to stumble. Shizuo pulled Kururi into his arms and bounced her up and down to get her to relax a little. Izaya turned towards the door and nodded for Shizuo to follow. The boy smiled weakly, he never could guess what strange things must go threw Izaya's head at one time. Shizuo handed his brother the basket of food and asked him to follow behind them. Kasuka did as asked, nonverbally of course, and the followed his brother down the road.

Izaya, who was leading the others, got lost… 5 times. Mairu was whining loudly, her scratchy voice bellowing threw the alley they were wandering threw, very much unlike her sister who was also crying but only sniffled and at most let out a small shrill once or twice. Some dogs started barking when a particularly glaring beam of sunlight hit Mairu's tired eyes. Kasuka was beginning to get a sour attitude as well. He didn't like the heat either, it made him grumpy feeling his clothes stick to his body and he dripped sweat. He hated it almost as much as his brother did, only Shizuo hated everything to some extension. Kasuka's brow was lined and his thin lips would purse into a scowl every time Izaya would stop and think about where they were and where to go next. Shizuo had calmed him a little bit by telling him he could have an apple and one of the juice boxes that was in the basket but it didn't last very long. Izaya had had enough of all the whining and put his sister down.

"Mairu, we're almost there! Just stop crying!" he wailed over his sister's crying.

"Don't blame her." Kasuka blurted out, though it was more of a calming declaration.

"It's not her fault we're lost." Izaya glowered.

"We're not lost," The raven said matter-of-factly. He pointed directly at a blue building that was so wide you couldn't even see around it.

"It's right behind this building." He griped as he walked over to Kasuka and snatched a pear from the basket, giving the younger an arrogant grin as he did so. Shizuo raised a brow and looked at the gritty wall, which was half crumbled from erosion. Small piles of flint and limestone were scattered everywhere.

"Izaya, I don't think the beach is behind there." Izaya whipped his head around and looked at the other disappointedly. He sighed and picked Mairu up again and walked on through the alleyway leaving Shizuo behind. Shizuo felt his heart clench and force it's way up his throat when Izaya looked back at him with that cold expression. He and Kasuka flowed after him after a moment of tense silence and hesitated before turning the corner of the building, heading down yet another alleyway and into the blinding sunlight. And before he knew it, a pear came whizzing at Shizuo's head and hit him right between the eyes. Shizuo was so shocked at the sudden force he stumbled backwards and fell, still holding a tight grasp on Kururi as he did. Izaya came up to the boy struggling on the ground and stood over him. A wide, optimistic smile stretched over his face and his sparkling vermilion eyes gleaming like stars made of blood.

"Ha! I told you Shizu-chan! The beach, right there!" The raven pointed towards white sand flooding into green grass on the side of the road. The small shards of seashells and smooth stone slopped a hill that lead into the glistening ocean. Shizuo stared, eyes wide ready to pop out of his head when he saw the glimmering blue waves crash into the sand. He looked back at the blue building and saw letters, barely visible since the paint used to form them was chipping and crumbling, Minato beach.

'I didn't even think Minato had a beach!' Shizuo thought as he lifted himself up from the pavement. He set Kururi down and dusted off his shorts before turning to Izaya again. Only one small problem, he wasn't there. Izaya had rundown the hill of sand and was now making what are assumedly sand angles. Shizuo smiles and holds Kururi's hand as she walks down the sloping sides of the dunes that lead to the open, and very empty beach. Once they were fully settled in the sand Shizuo helped his brother onto the beach as well. Izaya was all smiles when he walked over to Shizuo about brag about being right, but before he could Shizu-chan said a very important statement followed by an equally important question and was taken aback by it.

"Izaya, we don't have any swimsuits. How are we going to swim?" Izaya stood silently for a second, he hadn't though of that. Izaya's face began to heat up and his cheeks turned as red and velvety as his eyes. Izaya quickly lifted his head as an idea struck him. He spazzed out and swung his head to and fro until he spotted something on the horizon. He got up from the sand and went over to Kasuka, snatching the basket from him and pulled out the checkered towel the fruits were sitting on and unfolded it quickly and sloppily before letting it flutter it's way onto the sand. Then he tells Shizuo to set the girls on the makeshift blanket to rest before shooting across the sand and down to the other end of the beach. Shizuo only stared as Izaya's silhouette disappeared into the horizon.

Izaya walked until he came across what he at first thought to be a surf store, but this thing was more of a hut filled with useless trinkets and surfing equipment. It didn't even have a sign just a plaque on the first step.

Shion's Surf shop

Surf hut.

Izaya recoiled from his endless judging and entered the small structure made of twigs and such and looked around. He saw a couple towels and picked them up, swinging them over his shoulder. He went further and felt his eyes burn as the dust in the shop swirled and squirmed its way into his eyes every time a breeze went by. He coughed and hacked as the dirt filled his lungs until he bumped into something. It was a rack with swim shorts on it. Izaya stared for a while, scouring the selection until he found a little picket sticking up with the number 7 painted on it. He assumed this was the size and since that was his size he grabbed a black pair and slung it over his shoulder and looked for a size that would fit Kasuka. He found a smaller red pair and picked it from the others. Then he spotted a blue pair of Surf shorts and thought of the day he and Shizuo had gone swimming at the school and remembered how he had been so transfixed on staring at Shizuo's rear end, even without trying to. He felt his face burn again as embarrassment overtook him. He grabbed the shorts, two toddler-sized swimsuits, a large beach cover and a bottle of sunscreen before he scurried away from the hut and back to his friends and younger sisters.

Shizuo groaned. He was beginning to succumb to the heat and got very frustrated from sitting in the sand-that was much less comfortable now- and rubbing his eyes until they were sore every time a gust of wind decided to spit sand into his face. He had the small towel from the basket to protect his pants from the tiny shards but it didn't help much when the sand started flooding into his shoes. He shifted slightly then looked down to the young girls in his arms, who were playing with each other's fingers and smiled at them. He liked Izaya's sisters and liked how they could find interest in the simplest of things. Shizuo's brother on the other hand was very quiet and never seemed very interested in anything but he still loved him, he was family after all.

Just then Shizuo remembered something interesting. Kasuka had made a picture of his family at the daycare and Shizuo still hadn't managed to take a look at it. He turned to Kasuka and asked him if he could see the picture. Kasuka only nodded and shuffled threw the bag the woman had given to him until he unfolded a large piece of paper with crayon markings on it. Shizuo scooted closer so he could get a better look. There were a lot of people on the page, way more than Shizuo remembered having in his close family. Then he realized who the other's were. It was Izaya's family. In the dead center of the page was Shizuo and Izaya holding hands and the respective families to their side of the page. Izaya's mother and fathers looked like they had hair tied up and slicked back so sharply, even in with the uneven markingd. They wore fancy Kimonos like the first time Kasuka had ever seen the Orihara's which was at a spring festival both families had decided to spend together. Their whole presence seemed to make the entire left side of the paper so much more sophisticated than the right.

On the right was Shizuo's family. Kasuka and Shizuo were dressed in thin Yukatas that were very plain and simple compared to the Orihara's. Shizuo's mother and father had worn kimonos though, and compared to the flimsy cloth he and his brother wore they were very beautiful, maybe not so elaborate but just the aura around the simplicity was comforting. Shizuo smiled at the fond memory and was quite irritated when Izaya came bellowing to him, kicking sand in every direction as he ran towards the group with a sash of clothes and towels draped over his shoulder. Izaya panted and dropped to the ground once he finally reached the others. He probably should have paced himself instead of running with all of his energy. Shizuo lifted Mairu and Kururi from their spot in Shizuo's lap and set them near Kasuka while he got up and went over to Izaya who had finally managed to capture his breath once again. Shizuo stared quietly, his gaze was centered on Izaya's blushing face and he felt his heart jump when Izaya looked at him with those flawless eyes of his and he looked so perfect even with his hair disheveled and sticking to his forehead. He never looked at anything else as though it was the most perfect and most beautiful thing in the world, but with Izaya when he saw him such a natural state he couldn't help thinking about it. Shizuo's face began to burn and glower and it must have been showing pretty deep since the first thing to come out of Izaya's mouth was, "Are you hot Shizu-chan? You're face is all red."

Shizuo nodded vigorously and rubbed his cheeks with his wrist as if it would just come off like marker. Izaya shrugged his arms then lifted himself to his feet, dusting the white sand off of his pants, and then he proceeded to strip himself of said pants, and his t-shirt. Shizuo felt his face flush over again and turned away from Izaya just before the younger's boxers went flying with the rest of his garments. Shizuo stared at the sand and kicked some away from his feet for no apparent reason. He looked at his brother who was covering his eyes with the basket and even though he couldn't see it he knew Kasuka was wearing the same blank expression as usual. Then he took a chance and glanced at Izaya who was bare from his neck to his waist until a thin lining of cloth covered his… "Lower regions".

Shizuo closed his eyes and sighed in relief as he felt the heat melt from his face. After a second he opened his eyes ready to scold Izaya for taking off his clothes without so much as a warning, but before he could a pair a blue swim trunks came flying at him after seeing Izaya pass him by and heads in the direction of Kasuka. He put out his hands and let the fabric tremble into his palms. He looked over to Izaya who was handing Kasuka a pair of red one's and telling him to set the basket down and cover it with a towel. He also watched as Izaya walked over to his younger sisters and began to rid them of their clothes and slip them into the tight one-piece bathing suits. Shizuo turned back to his own suit and stared at it as if were something fowl that needed to been thrown out. He didn't like undressing in front of anyone other than Izaya, even his own brother made him feel uncomfortable. He had never figured out why he only felt comfortable in front of Izaya never got nervous and anxious about showing all of himself to him and never questioned it until now. But now he was nervous since he was in public, though no one was around for miles. He took in a raspy breath before riding himself of his upper clothes and his pants, but stopped when he reached the hem of his own boxers. 'I can't-' he began to think as he tried his hardest to force the boxers down but he just couldn't. He felt his throat dry up like a bone and his hand become riveted with beads of sweat as they shook on the waistband. He clenched his eyes shut and argued with himself to stop being so cowardly and just quickly pull them down so it could just be over with. He was just about to give up and start re-clothing himself before a pair of small hands came grabbing the back of his boxers, yanking them down into the sand and revealing what should be hidden to the world. Shizuo immediately covered his lower body with his hands and turned to see Izaya stretching his bowers between his index fingers with the smuggest grin in the world plastered to his face.

"You were taking too long." The raven chirped before tossing Shizuo the swim trunks and turning back to Kururi who only had the swimsuit over her head the rest clung around her neck. Shizuo clumsily tried to squirm his way into the tight, clingy fabric but found himself tripping over himself every time. He finally managed to slip one foot in and finally pulled them up so that they weren't showing anything. He turned to Izaya, still fixing Kururi's suit and sighed; there was no point in fighting Izaya, it was completely hopeless. He looked around at the empty shore and the sparkling waves that seemed to be urging him to come a splash around and he felt really immature at the thought of splashing Izaya with water and laughing like they used to. He sighed disappointedly at the thought. He liked playing with Izaya like that, even if it was childish.

Izaya grinned as he at last got Kururi's swimsuit on her. He got to his feet and asked them if they wanted to play in the water and was answered with excited wails and yelps from them both. He chuckled at their cute way of saying yes and picked them up in his arms. He told Shizuo and Kasuka to follow behind him and they agreed surprisingly hesitantly since they hadn't really planned on "playing" playing. Izaya made it to the tides end and set the girls down in the shallow water and let them plash around and giggle. He turned to Shizuo and smiled cheerily the slightest glint of longing was found in his eyes. He o' so desperately wanted to play in the ocean with Shizuo and was hoping Shizuo did too. He nodded towards the ocean to hint to Shizuo that he wanted to play and was actually surprised when Shizuo happily agreed by grabbing Kasuka's hand and heading into the deeper end racing with Izaya as they tried to reach to limit line buoys. Izaya was gaining fast on Shizuo and Kasuka but not fast enough. He grabbed at Shizuo's leg and forced him under the water so that he could gain up. Kasuka looked back after his brother went down and then to Izaya who was slashing threw the water towards Kasuka and grabbing at him. He tried to pull away so as not to be pulled under too but it was no use when Izaya tangles himself in Kasuka's arms and forces him under along with him. Izaya was smiling the whole way down. He opened his eyes and saw Kasuka trying to wiggle away and decided he should just let him go. Kasuka swam to the surface while Izaya stayed under.

Izaya felt a chill run threw him; it was a strange numbing pain that sent his senses overflowing as if they were expanding making his body convulse and shiver. He couldn't even feel anything but icy coldness until Shizuo's warm hands came at him, burning his nerves. Izaya was petrified, his mind started racing for no reason. He felt his stomach twist into a knot and his eyes widen and let them burn in the salty water. Izaya felt his body go limp when Shizuo wrapped his arms around his body and lifted him above the surface. He didn't even try to breath when he reached the exterior or as the cold rush of air covered his skin in prickled goosebumps. He liked being in Shizuo's grasp he always thought that if he stayed wrapped in the other's warmth that nothing bad could happen in that moment even if he didn't breath he wouldn't die and his lungs wouldn't ache. He opened his eyes and saw Shizuo staring at him, his face was red as a rose and his eyes were soft and warm and made Izaya shiver with delight. He felt so dizzy all of a sudden and felt like it would be best if Shizuo just let him drown so that he wouldn't feel the hectic mixture of cold air and warming delight pulse through his veins. He felt a wave of delirium flood into him and crash into his brain like a wave of confusion and melted in the warmth of Shizuo's arms as he dragged his body threw the thick waves. He couldn't quite understand it but it felt like he was going to disappear almost, like his whole world was burning into oblivion everything, even Shizuo. Everything went black even though his eyes were wide open. All I could see were two hands carrying him he was scared for his life and then another wave of dizziness sent him straight down a black hole and into nothing.

Izaya.

My body is cold.

Izaya

Stop saying my name. Stop repeating it.

Izaya.

I said stop calling for me I can't hear you anyway. My ears have disappeared and everything is just a loud buzzing and I can't see a damn thing. I can't even breathe normally! I wish I could move my lips to tell you to shut your mouth but like everything else, I don't even know where my lips are right now.

"Stop…. it." That's all I could barely manage. I feel so tired now. I've used up all of my energy; every last drop. I just want to sleep, is that too much to ask, I feel like I'm dying and I don't want to hear my name anymore. It's sickening. Izaya Orihara, a liar, a jerk, a smart ass. My name is disgusting and tastes bad in my own mouth. The only person besides my parents who can say it with out throwing up is Shizuo. Shizuo. Shizuo Heiwajima. A name that tastes…sweet.

I feel his hands again and now I can finally breath. My throat is still missing and my vocal chords have evaporated into nothingness and now the only thing I want is to open my eyes and see him but I can't. I'm trying desperately and right now I think that's the only thing keeping me alive. I just want a glance. I know why I can't open my eyes though, I'm afraid of the sunlight deep down. I don't want to see the burning ball of flames and have it set off another episode.

Izaya

No. I need it. I need to see where that silvery voice, calling my name is coming from. I need to see him just once, even if it kills me. I force my eyes to open and barley get them to make a crack. I can see him though. His deep drown eyes are burning so bright it's almost blinding, and luckily that's the only thing shining. I smile when I notice the sun isn't there. It's now orange rays are blotted out by one of the towels hanging over our heads. I manage to open my eyes a little more and I'm so glad to see him. Shizuo. I slowly feel my vocal chords reform in my throat. I want so badly to just jump on him and tell him how glad I am to see him, but I can't like this. I can't do anything but smile at this point. I feel his chest tremble as he lets out a sigh as if he'd been holding it in for hours. Wait, that reminds me.

"Shizu-chan…" I slowly try to form the words in my scratchy throat."What…time…is it?" I take in a struggling gasp for air. That took a lot more out of me than I expected. He smiles at me and open his mouth.

"It's almost 6:30. I called your mom at a payphone about an hour ago. She'll be here any second." I sigh happily, though, I can't help feeling as though I've missed out on something. As if something important happened while I was out cold. I toss the thought aside and try to move my head so it's resting on Shizu-chan's chest but I only make it so far before he's pulling me into his arms covering me with a blanket of warmth. I can't deny how much I love when he does this, even if it is 90 degrees out here. I nuzzle my way into his neck and sigh. Shizuo Heiwajima, a name that's perfect and sweet. A name I'll have to forget in two weeks. I feel so much weaker when I think about it. I don't wanna leave this, these warm touching moments. I hate the thought, but I have no choice. I have to tell him, even if I know it'll crush my heart into a million pieces. I can feel the sudden rush of feeling come back to me. It almost makes me want to faint. I test to see if I can move my arms and legs, I can. I lift my arms and wrap the around Shizuo's neck and tangle my fingers in his hair. He pulls away so he can get a good look at me, though it's kinda hard since it's dark under this blanket. I can feel him breathing on me, I just don't understand how his body can keep such extreme temperatures. I feel my head start to spin again and feel another wave of nausea I'm really going to faint this time. Before I blank out I manage to nuzzle my way into Shizuo's chest again. Shizuo is so perfect and he's all mine. Shizuo. I can't help it. I never could. I love him.

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