A.N~ Thank you to everyone who reviewed. I don't think the story will be much longer. Just a few more chapters and an epilogue. :D so proud of myself, I don't think I've ever finished a story before.

Chapter 9

"Shizu-can is an idiot!"

Kururi and Namie jumped as the door slammed opened, revealing a flustered Izaya. "Stupid Brute," he cursed slamming the door behind him. "Stupid Neanderthal."

"What's wrong?" Kururi asked, confused. Namie simply ignored the informant as quickly as he came and returned back to her work.

"Nothing, " Izaya reassured his sister with a devious smile. "Maybe I should just hit Shizu-chan with a bigger truck." He pouted, leaning back on the sofa. "Though with my luck when it comes to the brute, he probably wont die."

Kururi raised a brow. Shizuo obviously did something to upset her brother. "Did Shizuo do something?" She asked finally.

"Of course he did something. It's Shziuo." Izaya began, pacing back and forth. "The idiot annoys me."

Kururi studied her brother and asked, "are those Shizuo's clothes?"

Izaya looked down at his clothes before shooting a deathly glare in his sister's direction. "No," he snapped, storming into his room and slamming the door.

Kururi blinked her eyes in confusion, wondering what Shizuo could have done.

Shizuo couldn't sleep, his mind replaying what had happened between him and Izaya a few days prior. He walked down the streets of Ikebukuro, trying to figure out what the kiss could have meant.

Izaya's messing with me, he told himself. It was the only explanation that made any sense. This was one of Izaya's stupid experiments.

He sighed, taking a drag of his cigarette before stomping it out on the cold ground beneath him. "That flea is just trying to confuse me," he muttered to himself.

He growled dangerously as he stormed through the streets with his hands shove in his pockets. No matter how hard Shizuo tried, he couldn't get the louse out of his mind.

He didn't like the Izaya he had invited into his apartment that day, depressed and dripping from sitting in the pouring rain - not that he even liked Izaya to begin with. The Izaya he knew was strong and annoyingly bubbly. Could his sudden change be another experiment as well? It seemed too strange, too foreign, to see Izaya so upset, he didn't like it.

Maybe he should check up on him, he thought. The only thing on his mind then was Izaya, he didn't even care to think about what he would do once he was there, though that wasn't important to him.

Shizuo picked up the pace as he neared Izaya's apartment and found himself rushing up the stairs to Izaya's floor.

He sighed wondering -only for a second - what the hell he was doing there.

Izaya rubbed his eyes tiredly and sighed, adjusting his reading glasses as he examined the paper in front of him. His clients were growing tired of waiting due to his slacking - which he blamed entirely on Shizuo - so the informant was forced to finish the remainder of his work over night. Though most of his work was finished, he regretted sending Namie home greatly.

He sighed in annoyance at the sudden knock on his door and rolled his eyes. "Go away~ I'm too busy to care about what you want~" he called from his chair in his sing-song voice.

His annoyance built as the knocking became louder and significantly more annoying. He sighed, pushing himself off of the chair, an obvious glare of impatience on his face. If he was lucky, the person would get scared and run away.

As the door flew open, Izaya's glare dropped and was replaced bya look of shock and anger. "What are you doing here Shizu-chan?"

Shizuo opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it again.

"Did you forget how to talk Shizu-chan? You're more stupid than I though," he rolled his eyes at the silence that followed. "Look, I have work to do, so if you're just going to stare at me with that stupid look on your face, at least let me finish my work while you do it."

Izaya moved to let Shizuo in and skipped to his desk. He would be lying if he said Shizuo showing up at his door didn't fill him with hope, but he wasn't about to get his hopes up either.

He sat back on his chair and returned to work, though that proved impossible with the feeling of eyes on the back of his head.

Shizuo had never felt so stupid in his life. He watched in silence as Izaya returned to his work, typing away at the computer and jotting things down on a note pad, leaving yellow stickies skewed across the page.

Izaya looked kind of cute when he was working. His eyes darted across papers as he pushed his reading glasses further up his nose.

Shizuo sighed, he wished he knew what to say to Izaya, but anything that came to mind sounded too stupid to him - and if it sounded stupid to him Izaya would have no problem laughing at him and calling him out on it.

After what seemed like hours of silence - though it was only a few minuets - Shizuo cleared his throat, getting the informant's attention. "May I help you Shizu-chan?" he asked, raising a brow.

Shizuo turned his eyes away from the informant, and took the sunglasses from his eyes. "Do you need help?"

Izaya looked at Shizuo giving him a strange look, followed by a soft smile, that left a pink tint on the ex-bartender's face. "Hm, well I could give you something simple. I don't want Shizu-chan's head to explode." He smiled, handing him a stack of paper. "Just sort these by name."

Shizuo nodded, grabbing the paper's from his hand and setting them on the coffee table where he began sorting. He glance at Izaya as they worked in silence for what seemed like forever until Izaya finally stretched and cooed, "Done~"

He spun in his chair and looked back to Shizuo who finished sorting and handed Izaya the papers. Izaya beamed. "Eh~? Shizu-chan is a good secretary~ Maybe I can finally fire Namie~?"

Shizuo scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets as Izaya fell onto the sofa, smiling at the ex-bartender.

Shizuo walked over to the informant, looking down at him with an intense stare. "I wanted to talk about what happened a few days ago."

Izaya sighed, he knew this was coming. "Just go home to your wife Shizuo."

Shizuo pouted. "I just want to know why." He felt his fist clench as he spoke. "Don't I deserve to at least know that?"

Izaya scoffed. "You don't. Get out of my house Shizu-chan."

Shizuo growled, annoyed. "What do you want me to do Izaya? I don't know why you're always so upset."

Izaya looked up as if he was thinking and smiled. "I want you," he started. "To turn around and walk to the door," Shizuo rolled his eyes as Izaya continued. "When you're at the door, slam your head repeatedly on the door knob."

Shizuo narrowed his eyes. The flea really did piss him off. He turned around, ready to storm out of the house when a hand gripped his shirt.

"Wait." Izaya started. "Maybe...I really don't hate you that much."

A.N~ aaaaaaaaaaaaand CLIFFHANGER :D

Meh, I've been having trouble writing the last couple of chapters. So don't be mad if the next chapter is late.

So I hope you like it, review please~