A big mistake

Be careful who you lose. He couldn't get those words out of his head. Usually his stalker would have done something by now. It was already Thursday night and nothing had been done. Had his stalker decided to leave him alone and go after Tom and Izaya? Izaya he wasn't worried about, he could handle himself. He felt sorry for anyone that did try and harm him.

Tom though, he didn't know much about him. He seemed to be getting in a worse mood every time he saw him. His lover didn't say what problems he was getting, just that he was. Shizuo froze as his bedroom door was opened, it was closed again straight away, the flea, moving perfectly in the dark. They would be moving house soon. His father had picked one big enough for all of them, so he got his own room.

The bed dipped as Izaya climbed in text to him, wrapping his arms around his waist. That was the other thing, since the flea's little declaration, that the blond loved him, he hadn't touched him, not even while he was asleep. He stayed close, but never like before. It made him shiver, an unknown ache, that made him want to reach for his hardening cock and carry on the routine, the damn flea had created. "Good night, Shizu-chan." Damn him.

Shizuo woke up, glancing over at the time. It was just past midnight, his phone was vibrating on the table. Reaching for it, he flipped it open, seeing a message from his lover. Shizuo, delete the messages and my number, don't come to my office today. His mouth dropped open in shock, reading the message. He and Tom had been texting back and fourth. Why did he have to delete his lover's details. "Don't text back, protozoan."

The phone was snatched out of his hand, Izaya skimming through his messages. "Give it back." It was held out of reach, the flea's fingers moving quickly. "Here." The phone was dropped onto the bed, when he picked it up, he read the screen. Contact deleted. "What was that for? Damn it, flea." Izaya just yawned. "Go back to sleep, you'll find out tomorrow."

He didn't want to wait until tomorrow, if something was wrong, he needed to know now. Closing his phone, he lay back down on his pillow, closing his eyes. "There's nothing you can do, protozoan." Shizuo blinked, shooting out of bed. Grabbing his crutches, he made his way over to the light switch, pissing Izaya off.

Opening his wardrobe, he took a shoe box from the top shelf. He made his way back to the bed with it, holding it in his lap. He smiled as he removed the lid. It full of everything he had got from the hospital. "What are you doing?" He turned around to see Izaya looking at him, irritated. Ignoring the question, he dug through the get well cards, right down to the bottom of the box, where the one he got from Tom was.

He knew the number worked, he had called Tom straight from the hospital. Holding out the card, he picked up his phone and dialled the number. He got to the last digit, before Izaya intervened. "Such a protozoan, don't you listen." The blond shivered at the tone, holding the phone out of the way. Slim arms snaked around his waist, yanking him back onto the centre of the bed. He still had a tight grip on his phone and the card.

But the flea didn't reach for his phone. His pyjama pants were yanked down his legs, left to pool at his feet, he tried not to moan as Izaya touched him. His boxers followed. "You can call him Shizu-chan, if you're okay with him hearing another male make you moan." Shizuo threw his head back as he was jerked into hardness, the damn flea, deep throating him. Shit. He could always kick him away. "Try anything and I'll bite your dick off."

He let the phone fall from his grip, the small card joining it. "I'm not calling him, now sto-ah!" The blond looked down, seeing crimson eyes gleaming back at him. He couldn't do anything as the flea licked and sucked, bobbing his head. When he moved away, he found his hips bucking up, to get more of that delicious warmth. It was shameful, but he craved more and Izaya knew it, swallowing his release without a problem. He didn't sleep after that.

The card was gone in the morning, his phone on the bedside table. "Nii-san, are you up?" Shizuo nodded, he was up along time ago and had already showered. The flea was in there now. "Yeah, morning Kasuka." His younger brother closed the door, taking a seat on his bed. "Is everything okay? Are you in pain? I can get dad to bring you some painkillers." Ruffling Kasuka's hair, he smiled. "No, I'm fine. Just a bit tired. Any more plays coming up?"

"Not at the moment, we're supposed to be doing sleeping beauty as our next one. Will you come and watch?" The blond nodded. "Yeah, as long as no one pushes me off high places. Who will you be cast as?" His brother stared at him blankly. "The rest of the drama club will vote for me to be the male lead."

"Make sure you let dad know, can you help me with my pants." Kasuka nodded, handing him his uniform. "I'll be glad when this is removed." He was tempted to take the damn thing off himself. "The doctor said twelve weeks at least." He shook his head. "You've seen how quick I heal. I'll ask Shinra today." Once he was dressed, Kasuka handed him his crutches. "Just be careful."

"Yeah, I will." The blond followed after his younger brother. "Good morning boys. Is my son still in the shower?" Shizuo nodded. "Morning." He sat down, reaching for the cereal. His phone sat on the table, with no way to contact his lover. "Kichirou is already in the car." They watched as she went to the bottom of the stairs. "Izaya, get out of the shower. Girls, get up."

Today there was a new note in his locker, taking the small card out, he turned it over reading the red handwriting. One down. Panic shot through and for a second he looked around for Izaya. Of course the teen was already behind him, snatching the card away. Shizuo had enough, opening his exercise book, he tore out a plain page, grabbing one of the pens, that were spilled out in his locker. I'm not afraid of you. Come and face me you coward. See how they reacted in a physical fight.

"I don't think you should do that, Shizu-chan." Ignoring the flea, he slammed his locker, making his way down the corridor. One down. That could only be Tom. Before he could turn the corner, a slim hand grabbed his arm. "Tom said to stay away. I know you don't listen, but I didn't know you couldn't read either." Shrugging the hand off, he went anyway.

An elderly woman in a suit stood outside the door. "You can't go in, the principal is in a meeting. If its urgent leave your name and class." He opened his mouth, finding he could speak. "Its okay, we'll come back later." The flea didn't remove his hand, until they were out of view. "Come on." The bell rang, telling everyone to get to class.

Already the day was weird enough already. They were supposed to have assembly today and with the cryptic message last night nothing made sense. But Izaya had seen it coming, he had said so himself. Which meant he had found out who the stalker was or he was the stalker and this was a very sick game. Damn it.

Whispers flooded the corridors, no one had seen the principal all day, it must have been a really long meeting. His fist clenched, the plastic on his crutch groaning. He wanted to knock everyone into next week, for talking about his lover like that. Everyone avoided him as usual, this time no one whispered about him, he was old news. It was in his next class, that the school went into an uproar, since he had a window seat, he was one of the first, to see his lover being escorted across the playground, by a few people in suits and two police officers.

What? Why were they putting Tom in a police car? The entire class rushed to the window, pointing and whispering. Kicking his desk back with his good leg, Shizuo got up, walking from the room. His movements were slow and hindered by his crutches. The damn things were in the way. Throwing them to the ground, he took a seat on the stairs, pulling up his trouser leg.

He needed his leg to work, so it would damn well work. It had never taken long for his bones to heal, the doctors should know he wasn't normal by now Grabbing the plaster cast with both hands, he squeezed using enough pressure to crack the thing. It fell off his leg in bits and pieces. Brushing the rest off his leg, he stood up, testing it. It seemed fine. And then he ran.

By the time he reached the entrance the car and his lover were gone. "Fuck!" Lashing out his fist punched into the wall. "Well that was something I didn't expect." He didn't bother turning around, he couldn't mistake who that voice belonged to. "Is your leg actually healed or is your simple mind telling you it doesn't hurt?"

"Get lost, Izaya." It was too late, there was nothing he could do. "So you don't want to know what your stalker did? He started at rumour that the principal was sleeping with one of the students, it got to some of the parents, who were concerned. He's being taken in for questioning. Did you really think they wouldn't find out about you?" Shizuo turned around, blinking in confusion. "He? You know who it is?"

"Oops, did I say that? Oh and in case you wondering, my job is an informant in training. I find things and help people for a price. Don't be late for class, Shizu-chan." His stalker was male, it didn't narrow it down much. Turning away from the doors, he looked back, seeing Izaya walking away a skip in his step. Like hell he was going to ask for his help.

The next lesson dragged on, knowing the smug flea was behind him only made things worse. He didn't say anything else to him. Because of him, Tom could get into serious trouble. He had ruined yet another life. If he could help him, he would. Damn it. His thoughts plagued him the entire time.

Shizuo made up his mind at lunch, when the annoyance wasn't around typical. He had watched the teen grin and wave as he vaulted over the school gate. Just when he needed him. Instead of staying with the rest of his friends, so they could talk about his quick recovery, the blond made his way to the roof, laying down in his usual spot and staring up at the sky, watching the clouds drift past. With the mood he was in he dared anyone to try and harm him.

"Shizu-chan, you really are a protozoan. So careless, you know someone is trying to harm you." Opening his eyes he found himself looking up into crimson eyes. Izaya was standing over him, looking down. He wasn't a flea, he was a devil. Crafty and manipulative. Offering what he wanted but wanting something in return.

The blond stood up, walking to the edge of the roof, leaning against the railing, gazing outside the school gate. "You know who my stalker is?" Izaya stood next to him, a smirk on his face. "Ah ah. That's not what you want, Shizu-chan." Shit, why did he have to rely on the flea of all people. "C-can you help him?"

"Yes." Shizuo blinked, not really believing him. Outside the school gates was a different world. Full of law and rules. "Really? You can have him walk out of there?" Izaya grinned. "That's what I said. I am the best. I could have him cleared by the end of today." Shizuo tried to ignore the pounding of his heart. "What do you want? Flea."

"You know what I want, Shizu-chan." It was what he had always wanted. Izaya wanted him, but he wasn't going to go as low and rape him. He wanted consent, his willingness to go along with it. The words from the beginning of the week resurfaced in his mind. Don't worry, Shizu-chan. I figured out what stalker-san's next move is. When it happens, you'll be begging me to fuck you. Give it up protozoan, you've lost.

"Izaya if I find out, you're the stalker. I will kill you." The black haired teen shook his head. "I doubt that. Its not me, I wouldn't be this sloppy. Still its an interesting game, he even got me involved. You're stalling protozoan." Damn it. "So what if I let you fuck me, Tom goes free as if nothing happened?"

"Yes, its pretty simple." Shit. If he could actually do it. Tom would be back at work on Monday. Everything would be like it should. "Just the once?" Izaya leaned back against the railing. "Yes, just once." Fuck. What happened to using pure violence that he hated so much, to smash everything? Since when did everything get so complicated? It was for Tom. "Shizu-chan. The bell is going to go."

Damn flea, why couldn't he let him think? All evidence of him and Tom would be gone. He would be in danger of those unknown feelings if he got to close. Tom wouldn't be another person, who's life he had ruined. He could spare him from it. "Shizu-" The school bell rang, signalling the end of lunch. "Deal."

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