I bet there were some errors in my last chapter. It's because I was half asleep, because, I came home at like 2:30am. Past my curfew! Haha! This time I am not half asleep and I hope there are not that much errors.

And the other errors…. Well I am not a smart person. But I got a smart person to help me out now!

And sorry for their OOC-ness. It's not easy making these two in characters. Hey, well that's what we call 'Fanfiction' right!

Enjoy!

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Shizuo's POV:

Celty is the only person I can talk to about last night. She's my best friend and I'd feel like I was lying to her if I didn't… So I told her everything, except the reason why Izaya was so helpless. She was surprised of it all, and who wouldn't be? I mean, this is Izaya we're talking about!

[His fear must have been bad if he was so helpless that you had to help him.]

I nod at Celty while pulling a cigarette out.

[What was his fear?]

"Can't say."

She was taken aback by what I said, but who wouldn't be? Not telling someone my worst enemy's fear when I got the chance? It's insane!

[Then… do you…?]

I glare at the screen. "Don't mention that! That was a long time ago; a phase!"

[It didn't look like a phase back then. Maybe you seeing him-]

I stop reading the screen, and crush the carton in my hand. "Let's drop the past!" I snap, managing to light the loose cigarette between my lips and take a puff.

She jumps from my outburst, but quickly starts typing again. [Shizuo…I've known you for a while now, and I know that wasn't just a phase.]

I sigh. I shouldn't get mad at Celty… she is right. But that doesn't mean I can't forget about it; I must…

"I need to forget about it Celty." I take another drag from my cigarette and frown. "Falling for that louse in high school is something I really need to forget."

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"You seem pretty quiet." Tom says.

"Really?" I take a hit from my cancer-stick for the thousandth time that day.

"Anything bothering you? You're smoking more than usual."

"No."

"Hm." Tom drops the subject and we carry on with our work.

Work was a tough today; Beating up the people who wouldn't give us money cheered me up a little. It got my anger out, even if I hate violence. I needed it, but for some reason I couldn't get last night out of my head. Why wouldn't the incidence stop replaying itself!

"Are you sure there is nothing wrong?

"Yea" I take another puff. "Just a little…" I trail off as I see a familiar fur rimmed jacket skipping down the street – already my blood is boiling.

"Izaya!"

He stops and turns around with his annoying curious expression, only to smile when he sees me. "Oh Shizu-chan! What a wonderful surprise!"

"You asshole! You're on my turf!"

All he does is laugh and turn to run away.

I growl and the chase begins. Vending machines and signs fly, along with some of his blades – of which I easily block, crushing a few in my hand. He laughs at every move I make and it feels… normal. More relaxed. Like last night never happened.

"Had enough Shizu-chan?" he laughs again as I corner him in an alley.

"Shut up!" I throw the stop sign I had in my hand.

He dodges with ease. I growl and run to throw a punch, but he just jumps out of the way with that big grin on his face, making me the cornered one in the alley.

He takes his switch blade out and points it at me as I step forward to attack. However, I pause as I hear a soft crunch under my foot. Looking down, I see a small iPod broken underneath my shoe. Izaya's eyes are wide as he searches his pocket, only to sigh at their lack of content.

"Nice going Shizu-chan. You broke my iPod" he frowns.

"It's your fault louse!" I growl.

He sighs once more. "Now how is it my fault? I was just walking by and-"

"It's because you are in Ikebukuro!" I interrupt him.

He chuckles. "I can be anywhere I want Shizu-chan! I do work around here too."

"I don't care!" I clench my fist, preparing to punch him, but stop when I feel a rain drop.

We both look up and see gray clouds start to surround the city.

I hear Izaya giggle, so I glare at him.

"I guess our fun is over. See you later Shizu-chan!" he waves and turns to run away.

I think it's best not to follow him; he most likely just wants to rush home before the storm gets bad. But he's such an asshole! I hope he doesn't make it home before it hits.

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I was on my way home, for shelter from the loud storm, when Celty stopped next to me.

[Hey Shizuo] she showed me her cell phone, safely closed in a plastic bag.

"Hey Celty, what's up?" I ask as I take a puff off my cigarette.

[Is Izaya okay?]

I glare at the screen, taken aback by the question. "Why would I know? I don't even care for that ass!"

[I just bumped into him for an assignment, and he looked...jumpy.]

That's surprising. Izaya is still out? I saw him almost two hours ago. Shouldn't he be home and staying away from the thunder?

[He said he was heading home now, but he looked unsteady. Did you hurt him too much?]

I look at her confused. "What do you mean?"

[You two had a fight today, right?]

She must think Izaya is out of it because I hurt him! Son of a bitch, why can't that dumbass just stay home from all of this!

"Yea we had another fight. The louse might have gotten hurt…" I grin.

[You two need to be careful with each other.]

"Tch. It's the idiots fault for showing his face."

Why am I backing him up? I should be laughing and saying 'the louse is just scared of thunder'!

[Well, I'm heading home. The weather looks like it's getting worse and Shinra will be worried.]

I nod as I watch her leave.

After she's out of sight, I start walking home – trying my best not to worry about the flea. It's none of my business, so why should I think about it? I stop to wait for a crosswalk to give me the green light.

"Dude you've got to listen to this song!" The teen next to me yelled to his friends.

"It's from their new album."

"I want to hear too! I'd rather listen to music than this thunder!"

Smart kid, I'd rather listen to music then this thunder too.

…Wait. Izaya's iPod. Did he have that because he was working late tonight?

Now that I think about it, Izaya never liked music. He always said that when we were in school, and most likely still doesn't like it. Shit! Now I am feeling fucking guilty! No. I shouldn't feel guilty! This is his fault, not mine! But I did step on it when he was trying to get away from me… I don't know!

"Argh!" I pick up the traffic light and throw it, effectively scaring the teens next to me. I pant, looking at the destruction.

I know I am going to regret this, but I turn around and head towards where Izaya lives anyway.

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Izaya's POV:

That protozoan! That brute! That brain-dead idiot blonde! This is his fault! Tomorrow I am going to make his life a living hell for breaking my iPod! Allowing me to get scared in front of people! I am lucky that everyone thinks Shizuo just injured me. Not only was my iPod crushed by that idiot, but apparently the elevator for my apartment is out of order and I have to walk upstairs while listening to the thunder.

I sigh in front of the elevator. "I guess I should start walking." I say out loud.

A thunder hits and I jump.

"Maybe I should run!"

I rush and hurry up the steps. I just need to get things off my mind. …Maybe by thinking of how to destroy Shizuo's life? Maybe I should hire someone to Photoshop embarrassing pictures of Shizuo and then spread them around Tokyo? Or perhaps I could give prostitutes his number. Or maybe even get him arrested again... Or-

Another clash of thunder hits.

I fall to the floor and clutch my ears. Fuck! These past two nights have not been my nights.

I grab the stair rails with my shaky hands, and start moving up the steps slowly.

I haven't been this frightened in a while… Well besides last night. I always had my iPod with me during times like this. I don't even like music, but it's better than the thunder. How did this even get started?

Another crash and the lights go out.

I think I remember… I was always alone as a child. My parents and sisters would go out and leave me home, when one day a storm hit. The noises were so loud, I ran to hide under my covers – hoping the lights wouldn't go out. All I could hear was the nonstop banging and clashing… It made me feel like such a weak idiot. It was just a little storm! I shouldn't have been scared then, and now I am 23 – and still being immobilized by it! I am fucking Orihara Izaya; I shouldn't be terrified of anything!

Another crash hits.

No, instead I am curled up in the middle of the stairwell, trying to hide. There is no escape! The storm is only getting worse; the thunder is only getting louder. I feel tears forming in my eyes. I shouldn't cry. I shouldn't! Not again!

The hall light came on, flickering unsurely. Yea, like that is going to make me feel better.

"Izaya!"

That voice.

"Izaya!"

Is that…?

I lift my face only to find myself staring up at Shizuo. I look at him with wide eyes, only to find that he is sweaty, out of breath, and holding a small bag.

"What -"

A loud thunder hits, forcing me to curl back into my ball.

"Shit!"

I hear him go through his bag. Then I feel something over my head. I look up and realized that Shizuo put big headphones over my ears.

"Just relax and listen to the music." He tells me and hits play on his iPod.

The music started, blocking out the thunder. Shizuo pulled me into his lap, again trying to help me relax, and allowing me to bury my face in his chest. I can't help but ease, as I feel him rubbing soothing circles into my back and whispering into my hair…

But all I can think is. Why?

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If you are going to review saying their relationship is going too fast. Please don't, because trust me, it's not. There is going to be a lot of denial and blah blah blah! I still got to do Shizuo's POV in the next chapter about this!

By the way….I love my beta! So smart! I am learning a lot more now! Thank You!

And someone has started to make fanart from my stories! She has made two sketches already! If you want to see them, check out the links on my Fanfficion page!

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