Shaking. He really was shaking. And it was all because of his fear for the monster. He was going to make Shinra pay for what he had done to him. He was going to get killed the second he got out from the desk. He just knew it. That monster was going to kill him! It would be the end for Izaya Orihara, the informant.

Shizuo just sat there on the couch. His arms were crossed and if it was possible, he would already have made a hole in the desk, since he was glaring intensely at it. He wasn't going to take care of the flea. Why the hell would he? He hated him. Of all people, Shinra had to make him bodyguard for that... freak. It would end badly no matter what happen. He would either kill the informant or quit his job after a short time. Both things were possible to happen. And both of them knew it.

The silence made Izaya think that the bodyguard had left the place. But he didn't pop out from the desk to check. He was at least going to wait a few hours until he got out. There was just one problem. He only sat there and was scared as hell. He hesitated for a short moment, before he silently reached a hand up to the desk, moving it as silently as possible around to find his phone.

The bodyguard noticed the hand rather quickly. He glared at it, hoping it would burst into flames and burn the rest of the flea under the desk. But it didn't. It only went over the desk and back again, like it was trying to find something. Even though he wanted to, Shizuo didn't move away from the spot on the couch to walk over and smash that annoying flea under the desk. He didn't even know why the man was hiding in the first place. Or why he agreed to do this damn job. Well, try at least. He just had to storm out of the place and he never had to take care of that damn flea. But now it was his job.

Finally, Izaya's hand found the phone on the desk. He quickly pulled it away from the desk and down to himself. He didn't know what he was going to do with it. He could call or text the underground doctor to come and help him, but he knew that wouldn't help at all. Shinra had left him to die after all and sure as hell wasn't going to come back.

He quickly flipped the phone open, checking the time. 11.43. Had he really been passed out that long? It hadn't even been an hour since the underground doctor had come and let that monster into his office, just to let them be alone.

He grabbed tightly around the phone and pulled it close to himself, like it would safe his life it he just kept clinging to it. He knew it wouldn't but he could always hope. Hope. That was pretty much all he had left. He didn't have the strength to fight back any longer. He was too weak. If he continued to be like this, hidden and starving, he would die no matter what, even if it meant die of hunger. He had to run, run somewhere safe where the monster couldn't get him. And stay there forever.

Shizuo just stayed sitting on the actually quite comfortable black leather couch, his eyes now trailing back down to the side of the dark wooden desk. This was ridiculous. Why would the flea hide from him? Of course, it made sense. Everyone knew that they hated each other, more than everything. Especially Shizuo. If he got the chance, he would kill the informant without hesitating. But that was before he became his bodyguard. It was now his job to not get him killed, making sure he didn't die in any way. It was the last thing he wanted, to take care of someone else. Especially when that someone else was Izaya.

Izaya took a deep breath in and slowly leaned forward, his hands down on the floor and standing on all four. He had slipped his phone into his pocket after sending the doctor a text, that said how much he hated him and how he was going to get killed in a short time. He knew he was. He just had the feeling. He slowly and carefully popped his head out from the desk, looking from side to side to make sure there was no danger.

He silently and extremely slowly began crawling out from the desk. He had to be absolutely quiet if he didn't want his 'bodyguard' to know he was running away, escaping. He was never going to allow this. That monster couldn't be his bodyguard!

As the raven haired made it out from the desk, he quickly pulled his head up to look over the desk. And that was when he saw him. The blond just sitting there on the couch, staring at him. His eyes widened in fear and he quickly pulled his head back down, hiding yet again. His heart was racing. Why the hell was he just sitting there, waiting for him to come out? Was he really just waiting to kill him?

Shizuo had moved his eyes over to the raven haired, when he noticed the head pop up. The usual anger boiled up inside him within a second, but he held it back. He kind of had to. If he actually made it that far to kill the informant, he wouldn't have a job and he would never get one. Which meant he would end up doing nothing at all, no more fights that actually were a bit challenging and no more money. He would get kicked out of his apartment and die of hunger, unless his brother was nice as always to help him.

Izaya was shaking in fear. It wasn't even funny. This fear of that man was just too much. How did it get to this? Why was he so afraid of him all of the sudden? If he knew the answer, he would make it right and stop his fear. This just couldn't be right. Izaya Orihara wasn't afraid of anything!

After what felt like hours, he finally had enough courage to continue his attempt to escape. He took a deep breath in and quickly stood up on the floor. He stared at the blond with nothing but fear for several moments, before he quickly forced himself to run. He didn't know where he was heading. He was just running, away from the monster.

Shizuo didn't move. He just sat still and looked after the running informant. He sighed deeply. This was ridiculous. He couldn't be a bodyguard for that flea. It was just simply impossible. He didn't know how Shinra thought this could work. It never would.

Izaya ran. To him it felt like everything went in slow-motion. The way his whole body was shaking and the way his breath quickly went into panting was a sign. A sign, that warned him; he was going to pass out soon.

Not wanting to run any further, he quickly made a turn to the right and stepped into the bathroom. The door slammed and made a loud sound in the whole office. It only took him a very short second to lock the door. He didn't want anyone in his office, especially not that monster. He knew that the other would be able to smash the door with ease, but he just hoped he wouldn't do that. He wanted to be alone, wanted to be left alone and to himself. He could take care of himself.

He leaned heavily up at the door and slide down until he was sitting on the hard ground. He tried to get his breath back, his vision was too blurry for him to see a damn thing. Why did he have to be so weak and so afraid?

A/N: This sucks, I know. You don't have to tell me. And it's so short ;-;

I've already planned up to chapter 6, I just have to write the chapters. I won't promise there will be another chapter out this week, because I'm in the middle of my first exam, so that takes a lot of my time.

Anyway; Please review~! ;3