Rai Rai Blue- Thank you! My tests went well thankfully ^^ and hey, if you want to pretend to be other if people and write reviews then have at it. I will not complain. And yeaaah, I figured Shizuo wouldn't really go back there without some convincing haha.


The little 'chats' that Izaya had been having with the psychologist were leaving him in a foul mood. He had been told that he was a sociopath with something akin to depression. To Izaya, that seemed like absolute bullshit. It wasn't as if he sat in a corner and cried every day; he barely cried at all, ever. If his memory served him well, the last time he cried was when he tripped on the playground then got made fun of. He had been six at the time. In the nine years that followed that he hadn't shed a single tear. Izaya planned to keep it that way, too.

When he heard the clicking of the doorknob turning it only served to irritate him more. With his luck it would be another nurse with a palm full of pain killers. He wanted the pills more than anything, but he was getting sick of dealing with these women. They were predictable and no fun once he exhausted all of their insecurities.

Izaya smiled briefly when he saw that it was only Shinra. The boy made good company since he could carry on an intellectually stimulating conversation with him. But when he saw who was tailing him, the smile was replaced with a scowl. He reached for his shoe again and chucked it at the door. It sailed over Shinra's head, hitting Shizuo in the chest with a dull thud. The blonde glared darkly but stayed silent.

"Shizuo, you should probably leave. They don't allow animals in the hospitals, they're just filthy little vermin," Izaya drawled. He wore a lazy smirk even though he wanted to return the glare Shizuo was giving him.

Shinra shot his unnaturally strong friend a look that said he'd be in big trouble with Celty if he did something destructive. Ikebukuro's favorite monster backed down.

Turning back to the future informant, Shinra smiled. "So how are you doing? I heard that you got another evaluation done yesterday. Did they give you a diagnosis?"

"Oh, I'm fantastic, thanks for asking. And apparently I'm a very sad sociopath. I truly want someone to explain that to me."

The bespectacled boy jumped on the chance to show off his medical knowledge. "Well it does make sense that they would suggest you're sociopathic since you show so many of the symptoms. You're manipulative and a pathological liar. On top of that you lack remorse and the ability to empathize with anyone. Also, you have a need for constant stimulation or else you get bored. I can't explain the thing about depression though."

Izaya stared at him with no definable expression. "Thank you, Shinra. That's exactly what I wanted to hear today."

"Well it's true," a voice said quietly. Izaya focused in on Shizuo.

"How about you say that a little louder?"

Shizuo straightened himself and looked at his mortal enemy in defiance. "Everything Shinra just said is true and you know it."

For the second time, the sole of a shoe got acquainted with his face. That was the last straw. Shizuo grabbed the nearest object, the chair frequently used by Izaya's doctor, and lifted it over his head. Shinra tugged on Shizuo's button-up shirt desperately.

"Shizuo! C-Come on! No need to throw things!"

"Like hell there isn't!"

The banter between the two went on for a good five minutes with Shinra trying to disarm the taller male and Shizuo swinging around a chair. Izaya sat up in bed, his entire body aching from the movement. Staying still for so long was taking a toll on him. Yet despite his pain he still remained the most level-headed person in the room at that time. He had calmed down considerably during the period of time where he wasn't required to make conversation.

"Shizuo." His voice was just loud enough for the other two boys to hear, and the fact that Izaya hadn't used his nickname stunned the blonde in question. Shinra looked between is two friends and lapsed into silence.

Izaya spread his arms wide with a grin. "Throw it. I'm giving you a free shot, Shizu-chan. Go ahead and take it."

Nobody moved until Shizuo broke the silence and set the chair down with a loud clang. "I can't."

"Why not?" Izaya asked, frowning deeply. "You won't get this chance again. I can't run away from you! This is a golden opportunity!"

"I'm not like you. I don't take cheap shots."

Things were definitely not going his way today. First, when he woke up after a fitful night of sleep, the doctors decided it'd be a good time to check how his ribs were. Their fingers pressed against his tender flesh relentlessly. That's when Izaya realized how much he hated hospitals, and how much easier it was to handle self-inflicted pain. After that he played around on his laptop for a while. Of course, though, it died after maybe twenty minutes. He lay in bed clutching the hand rails for approximately two hours before the psychologist came back in to harass him. Now he had to deal with a poor excuse of a human being that just so happened to have anger issues and hates his guts. Everything was just fantastic.

Izaya sat up a little more, flinching when the bones grated against each other. The bleeding in his lungs had stopped at least; that was good. Now he just had to deal with excruciating pain every time he shifted ever so slightly. Shinra yelped and grabbed Izaya's shoulders with the intentions of gently pushing him back down. He didn't expect Izaya to catch his wrist in a death grip. Bruises would show within minutes.

"I'm not in the mood to do with visitors, so why don't you two take your leave? And Shinra, could you stop by my house to get the charger for my laptop. Thanks a bunch," Izaya said, plastering on a fake smile. Shinra nodded complacently so his arm would be released. He slinked back over to Shizuo, muttering a goodbye to Izaya before leaving. The blonde taking up the rear thought he saw a look of dread pass over the future informant's face. He quickly dismissed it as his mind playing tricks on him. Besides, it wasn't like the flea had anything worry about.


This chapter isn't particularly long, but that's because in the next chapter I'm dropping one serious drama bomb! Prepare yourself, dear reader. All hell is about to break loose. (Sort of.)

Gosh I just love writing all this angst. It's a real stress reliever for me, so I'm sorry if I'm not updating my other stories as much. Forgive me.

~Chickadee