A difficult decision

A/N:- Thank you for the reviews. So there's been a few guesses already about who the stalker is, Kadota, Tom and Izaya. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Enjoy. Oh and if you're looking for a good anime, try Blood lad, I watched the ten episodes in one day. :)

Instead of going back to Tom's office, Shizuo waited until the teacher had gone back in to the classroom before heading in the opposite direction and going back to his own. His lover had already told him not to come back, so even if he didn't love him yet, it was the least he could do. His teacher said nothing as he arrived late, though he could see the flea looking happy with himself.

The room became smaller, he could see every single student. Did any of them send him those notes? Most looked away, while the rest were trying not to draw attention to themselves. A scowl on his face, he trudged to his seat, pulling the chair back. Not that he was left alone, the back of his chair was kicked, making him turn around.

Crimson eyes gleamed. "You're early, Shizu-chan." Shaking his head, he tried not to touch the mark he had been given. "Shut it flea." That's right, that's all it really was. A meaningless flea bite from an annoying parasite. "So short tempered. How do you manage to keep up a relationship?" The desk cracked beneath his vice grip, feeling his eye twitch.

Izaya leaned over the desk, still grinning. "Ne, does he know he's not the only one to touch you?" His other eye twitched to the point he was continuously blinking. Trying to calm himself and keep his temper, the blond repeated the mantra in his head. Must not kill! Must no- Too late. The wood splintered under his fingers, the rest of the desk, lifted above his head. "Shut up and die!" The class cowered, the flea grinned dodging out of the way.

"Is that all you've got?" What was left of his desk, crashed harmlessly into the back of the wall. Izaya was gone, running from the room with a laugh. "Izaayaaaaaa!" Shouting his name, the blond teen finally lost his temper, charging after the nuisance. "Get back here and let me kill you!" As he left the classroom, he could hear his teacher calling their names.

His future brother was fast, taking each corner with ease, while he barrelled clumsily after him. Deciding to even the odds, Shizuo ripped up one of the lockers, hurling it down the corridor. "Come on, protozoan." He didn't stop, for once feeling his legs burn from the amount of running. No one had managed to push him this far, just the thought made those feelings bubble up again.

The blond followed the flea out of the building, across the concrete, watching as the annoyance vaulted over the school gate with ease. Not wanting to be outdone, he attempted the same, surprise filling him as he made it to the other side, though his landing was sloppier. Still he managed to recover his feet pounding on the ground, his heart thudding, for once completely out of breath. So why did he feel so exhilarated?

Their fun if you could call it that, was cut short as he rounded the corner, no sign of Izaya, instead headlights greeted him as an oncoming van sped towards him. His eyes closed knowing he couldn't move out of the way in time, the only thing he could do was brace himself for impact. At the last moment a steel like grip locked onto his fore arm pulling him out of the way at the last second, hearing the horn beep like a scream in his ears.

Blinking in confusion he opened his eyes, finding himself staring at a grinning Izaya. "What the hell?" Didn't he want him to get hit? "Really protozoan, you should be thanking me." Shizuo blinked again, feeling his body pinned to the flea's, stomach to stomach, slim arms that were stronger than they looked held him. Glaring at him, he broke away easily, turning away and hoping that the heat he was feeling wasn't visible on his cheeks. "Go die, flea. Where are we anyway?"

Izaya grinned beside him stepping closer. "We could skip school." The blond immediately shook his head, moving further, trying and failing to create space between them. "Ah, that's right. Shizu-chan wants to be a good boy for Tom." Grinding his teeth, he shoved his hands in the pockets of his uniform, lengthening his strides. He wasn't surprised how easily the flea kept up with him, matching him step for step.

His muscles cramped as he walked, feeling thoroughly exercised. Once again he thought of the challenges he had, all the delinquents and gangs coming after him and none of them had tested him, none of them had made him break a sweat. The annoyance beside him managed to push him to his limits, challenging him. And still the flea didn't step away, didn't run scared. He was still there. For that he was grateful, it didn't stop a smile breaking, his lips twitching upwards.

Both of them were late for class, the teacher saying nothing, clearly hearing about them from the one before. Shizuo strode forward wordlessly, taking a seat on his chair, he looked around seeing no sign of his desk. Resting his book on his leg, he growled at the student next to him, shuddering as he heard the voice behind him. "Aw, Shizu-chan doesn't have a desk. You can share mine." No chance in – and the teacher agreed.

Deciding he had destroyed enough for today, the blond forced himself to turn around in his chair, sitting on the other side of the flea's desk, brooding in silence. His pen snapped in his grip, pressure against his leg, Izaya trying to look innocent. Must not kill! Bringing his foot down he stepped on the offending foot, watching crimson eyes widen momentarily. Good.

As the bell rang for lunch, the class filed out. Shizuo got out of the room quickly, bumping into his friends as they left their own classrooms. "Shizu-Shizu, Iza-Iza. Are you coming to lunch?" The otaku was staring between the two of them a hungry look in her eye. He should have expected Izaya had caught up. Shinra was smiling, while Kadota was the same as usual. "No, I promised Kasuka, I'd watch his rehearsal."

"Sure, see you after school then." He waved goodbye as they went off in a different direction, jumping as an arm slid through his. "Aren't you going with them?" The damn flea shook his head. "Nope, I'm coming with you." Breaking away, he kept walking until he reached the stage. Kasuka was already in his costume, speaking his lines out loud. Trying to be quiet, he slid into one of the rows, taking a seat. The one next to him filled straight after.

He could tell his younger brother was good at acting, he was better at school too, where as he was only just passing. The complicated words filled the room, he couldn't understand them. Shifting in his seat, he stared attentively at the stage, while his mind wandered to his problems. Number one was sitting next to him. The second was his unknown stalker, who he had been positive it was one of Izaya's tricks.

The third problem being Tom. He knew the man was in love with him, he wanted to love him back. He just couldn't, not yet. If things carried on, their unstable relationship would end soon. His lover's suggestion made sense. If he couldn't open up to him at school, maybe he could if they met at other places. It could work. It was better than falling for Izaya, which he already knew was quickly becoming possible, no matter how much he denied it.

His only way out was to spend more time with Tom, try and deepen their relationship, hopefully he could become more honest. He didn't love the flea and the flea sure as hell didn't love him, it was just a game. The only one he had a chance with was the one who had told him again and again, how much he loved him. The one that had been patient and accepted all of his voiceless rejections. Tom was the safer option.

He knew he might have to face some of his problems, maybe tell Tom, but if that was the cost, he could handle it. Couldn't he? He had never told anyone what had happened, the only ones that knew were his family. Could he trust anyone else? What if the man changed after he found out? He would hate it if that lustful and loving look turned to pity.

"...Shizu-chan! Are you listening?" Breaking out of his thoughts, he turned to glare at the flea. "What?" Flinching he pulled his arm out of the flea's grasp, ashamed that he hadn't noticed. "No need to be shy. Kasuka-kun has finished." Shit. Glancing up he could see his younger brother, sitting on the edge of the stage, talking to a classmate. "Time to go, I'm bored."

Standing up, Shizuo headed down the steps, pausing as his brother was surrounded by his happy looking classmates. Still Kasuka caught his eye waving to him, a silent conversation between them. Turning around he made his way up the stairs, leaving through the exit. Maybe he still had time to fit in some lunch.

The blond made his way to his locker, seeing that it was bend out of shape but still there, someone had put it back up, the door creaking open as he touched it. "Loose your temper there?" Izaya was behind him looking over his shoulder. "What's that?" Now that the door was open, he could see another white envelope, quickly he removed it from his locker, stuffing it into his bag with the other one. He didn't bother touching the rose, knowing it would hurt him. "Oh, Shizu-chan has a secret admirer?"

If that's what you'd call his stalker. Taking out the plastic lunch box, he closed his locker, hearing it clang as the door jarred. "Shut it flea. Its none of your business." Turning away he made his way to the roof with his lunch, finding the rest of the gang there. "Shizu-Shizu you're here." His friends were sitting in a circle, enough space for him and another person. Taking a seat between Kadota and Shinra, he opened the lid, tucking into his lunch.

A few minutes later they were joined by a happy looking flea, that smile faded as he saw he couldn't sit next to him. Good. Instead Izaya took the seat between Shinra and Karisawa. "I thought you were watching your brother's performance?" Shizuo finished his mouthful, before answering Kadota. "It wasn't as long as I thought."

Karisawa and Walker were reading a book between them, Izaya was sitting there eating his lunch, annoying Shinra, while he made small talk with Kadota. "I saw your locker. Did you get in trouble for it?" Shrugging his shoulders he carried on eating. "One of the other teachers caught me." A shiver ran down his spine, feeling a gaze on him. Lowering his lunch, he looked around. They weren't the only ones on the roof, but he couldn't see anyone staring at him. "Shizuo?"

Shinra was giving him an odd look. "I said we're all coming around my house today. Are you coming?" Today? He was planning on seeing Tom after school. In the meantime he was thinking of something to tell his father. "I have detention for damaging my locker." His friend sighed, nodding in understanding. "We could wait for you." What did he do to deserve such good friends? "No, its fine. Thanks to the flea, I'm going to get in trouble for leaving school."

He was making up his mind and sticking to it. The blond would see how close he could become with Tom and see how far, their relationship could go. The bell rang ending his short lunch break. Shoving the empty box in his bag, he threw it over his shoulder. "Stay out of trouble." Smiling at Kadota, he knew he wouldn't be able to keep that promise. Trouble followed him and his temper was his defence. "I'll try. You know how it is." Saying his goodbyes, he left Karisawa and Shinra to distract the flea, the damn nuisance had been with him all day.

His next classroom was on the third floor, which gave him time to see his stalker's latest note. Even though everyone was trying to avoid him, he still didn't have a lot of free space, the entire school making their way to their next classes. Fishing out the envelope, Shizuo held it in his hand. By the time he got halfway up the second set of stairs, he had removed it from the envelope.

When he got to the top of the stairs, he had the note in his hand. He paused briefly flipping the note open. It was the same as the others. There in neat red hand writing were the words If I can't have you... This is your first warning. Turning it over, he checked to see if there was any more words. Taking the final step, someone barged past him, knocking him off balance. Just as he was regaining it, the blond could feel a hand on his back.

There was a shocked gasp and a scream, his surroundings spun, making him look at the ceiling, a blur of faces swam past him. Ah, someone had pushed him. Closing his eyes, he braced himself for impact, his breath leaving him as he crashed into the lower floor, feeling the concrete break his fall. The screaming faded, his ears fuzzy, his eyes slipping shut, his body aching all over.

Forcing them open, he pushed his injured body up, gritting his teeth at the pain. His vision was becoming crowded as several people rushed forward. His head swam, his hair oddly damp. And then he was falling forwards after one shaky but successful step, this time he didn't see the floor rush to meet him. Black taking over his vision.

Next:- A hospital trip