It seemed like everything was going somewhat okay. No serious fighting, barely any argues left. Everything looked like it was actually going to work out. But knowing that the two men were enemies, it would never work out without fighting and tons of argues.

The reason for barely any argues, was the fact that they pretty much had stopped talking to each other completely, barely said a word to each other as the day went by. Only a few words and that was all. They barely even glanced at each other. It was like both of them tried to make the other disappear, even though it was impossible just by ignoring alone.

And the reason for no serious fighting was pretty much the same. They didn't talk to each other, they didn't look at each other and they did everything they could to not get near each other. The only time that happened, was when the bodyguard had to bring his so called 'master' food. But other than that... no contact.

Maybe it was for the best, maybe it wasn't. Only time would tell. And their little idea that this would work out eventually, would soon be turned upside down, turned to something worse and what the underground doctor feared would happen in this situation he had put them in.

It looked like just to be another one of those days, a 'normal' day for those two. At least a 'normal' day for them now. The informant had finally decided to go to bed the day before and had actually slept all night through, up until noon to be honest. When he came out of the bedroom, his stomach growled, begged to get some food, something to eat. It was strange to suddenly be feeling so damn hungry whenever he woke up, whenever a few hours had passed. And he wasn't sure if he liked it or not.

But he hadn't been complaining and had only grabbed some of the freshly bought bread, before he had walked over to the pile of papers on his desk, that was only waiting for him to look them through. As an informant, it was his job to work and follow up on everything and everyone all the time. He couldn't allow himself to sleep any longer. It had to stop.

Hours had passed but it felt like minutes, hours that passed by so quick that he didn't even notice. He was too preoccupied with the text on one of the computers on the large wooden desk to be thinking of the time and his surroundings. He hadn't even noticed that his so called 'bodyguard' wasn't anywhere near him. Not that it mattered anyway.

But then a sound caught his attention. A sound of flushing water in the distant, the sound coming from a room further away from where he was sitting. He stared in the direction the sound had come from for what felt like minutes, before he finally figured where the sound came from and where his 'bodyguard' was at the moment.

Pushing the door open, Shizuo left the rather big bathroom. How the informant could afford all of this, he would never understand. But what did it matter anyway? Nothing. All he was here for was... Well, if he could choose he would have left days ago. Not only had the underground doctor forced him to stay with this man but also forced him to take care of him, the man he hated more than anything.

Almost the second he walked into the main room in this place, he felt a gaze on him. A gaze that made him turn around just a bit to return the look. He knew that gaze all too well now and he knew exactly who it belonged to. Not only that, but there were only two people in the entire building anyway.

None of them said anything at first. They only started at each other. It was the longest they had been looking at each other for quite a few days, the longest they had been communicating for a while even though none of them said a single word.

"What?" Shizuo was the first to break the silence, the slightly awkward silence between the two enemies who were forced to stay with each other day in and day out, without any of them really talking to each other anymore. Not that he was complaining. He was glad he wouldn't have to listen to that annoying voice of his all the freaking time.

Izaya just simply shrugged on his shoulders without saying anything. He couldn't get his mind to work for an answer. He felt tired, his stomach was growling and begging for food and his body felt like one big piece of heavy metal. He felt... sick and he had a bad feeling that something was going to happen, something he wouldn't like.

"Nothing. I was just wondering if you washed your hands after touching yourself in the bathroom, nothing else." His tired and somewhat blank expression didn't change at all as he spoke. Normally, he would have that teasing smirk playing over his features. But not this time. His body was too tired to do anything at the moment.

That was really all it took to tick the bodyguard off. Without hesitating or thinking of the consequences of his actions, he quickly walked up to the large wooden desk and slammed his palms down at the surface, almost knocking the computer off of the desk just by the force of his slamming.

"Why the hell would I touch myself, flea? Especially in your damn house!" Of course, his voice was raised to a yell but the informant didn't seem to care at all. In fact, he didn't even seem shocked or surprised. It was just the same tired and somewhat blank expression in those crimson eyes and on that pale face.

Sure, Izaya would normally love the way this monster reacted angrily to just the smallest thing. But not this day. This day just seemed wrong. Something was going to happen, he just knew it. He could feel it but honestly... he didn't care.

"Even as the informant I am, I don't know. Maybe because we all have needs. Or maybe because you wanted to touch yourself... while thinking of me." He just couldn't stop himself anymore. His lips were moving on their own, forming words he would never say in the condition he was in, a condition where he could barely move at all.

That was it. Shizuo just simply exploded. He couldn't hold his anger back any longer. He had been holding it back for so long that it now was just impossible. He quickly walked around the large desk, letting those blank crimson eyes follow him all the way around. A low growl passed his lips as he leaned down to grab around the man's shirt with both hands and pulled him up from that black leather chair, holding up from the ground.

But even then the informant's expression never changed. He was pretty much like a broken doll right now, a doll that only needed to be destroyed. His facade didn't fall for even a second when he felt the monster walk towards what he knew was the large window behind the desk in the room. He knew the man was pissed and he had a feeling of what was going to happen next. But he could do nothing about it.

His crimson eyes closed tightly in pain when he felt himself being slammed up against the window, feeling the glass hit the back of his head. The second he opened his eyes, his gaze met a blurry sight of the growling monster before him, glaring at him like the man wanted him to burst into flames.

Shizuo couldn't stop his own body anymore. And honestly, he didn't care about the consequences of his actions. At least not at the moment. He let his one hand move from the flea's shirt to around the neck, his grip instantly becoming slightly tighter to keep the man like that, slammed up against the window.

Izaya already felt he had to struggle to breath, his vision getting more and more blurry for every second the grip around his neck got tighter. It didn't take long before he had to fight to just breathe once. And he failed immediately. His hands grabbed tightly around the monster wrist, his crimson red eyes widening in a sudden fear, his heart racing faster than ever, so fast he thought it was going to jump out of his chest.

And then, he suddenly couldn't breathe. His gaze turned upwards as his head leaned as far back as it could and his arms slowly fell down along his sides, his hands sliding away from the monster's wrist.

Everything just went dark.

A/N: I apologize for the late, short and kind of crappy chapter. Life isn't easy for me at the moment, not easy at all. Anyway; reviews always puts a smile on my face.