I walked outside for a while. Nothing strange about being a tad bit early for a date, no? Many of the color gangs are normally out by this time, but there were nowhere to be found. That's really strange. Just then, mischievous chuckles came from behind me. I turned around to see a smirking flea-tick thingy.

"Hey Tsu-chan! What you doin' out here at this time?" Izaya asks.

"None of your business." I spat.

"Oooohh~ Someone's on their bad side..." He said in a mocking tone.

"Argg... You... LITTLE!" I charged at Izaya with my fists. He then dodges it and manages to throw one of his flick blades at me. "Izaya Orihara get your flea ridden butt down here!" I yell.

"What are you, my mother?" he whines.

"No... Just... PISSING ME OFF!" I yell at him once more. His flick blade manages to scratch my face slightly but that doesn't bother me. I finally manage to land a blow on him which sends him flying. Oh good. I walk over to where he landed. Got him in the gut.

"Itai... Tsu...chan..." he groans. I bend down to his level on the ground and pick him up. "What are you doing?" he asks me sligthly confused and shaking.

"I'm taking you to Namie." I say.

"Mmkay..." he mumbles. Did he just fall asleep on me? I walked a couple of blocks to Namie's house and ring the doorbell. The door opens.

"Hello. Oh~ It's you Tsukora." she says with a smile. She takes a glance over at Izaya and looks at me puzzled. "What happened this time?"

"He was being a pain." I say.

"The usual thing here, Tsukora." she said with a painful expression on her face.

"That's...not fair... You guys can't talk about... me like that..." Izaya whimpered.

I laughed and said, "Izaya, you're just lucky it wasn't Shizuo-kun. He probably wouldn't even bring you back to your house."

"Ah, you're right. Thank... you Tsukora-san." he said rather politely.

"Yeah. So you guys later." I said walking off. Izaya is a strange guy. The first moment he's a pissant and the next, he's all pathetic and shit. I can't stand him.

"Yo," a familiar voice called out to me.

I turned around to find Shizuo and I jumped into his arms. "Wha-" he started.

"I missed you." I said mumbling into his chest.

"It's only been a couple of hours. What would happen if I died?" he said jokingly.

I let go of him and stared into his eyes and said, "You can't. Don't say things like that." He looked taken back and then he laughed quietly. "So what did you want to talk to me about?" I asked.

"Hm? Oh. Tsukora, you have to be careful around Izaya. I don't trust him." he said with a serious face.

"Neither do I. I don't intend to get too close to him, but thanks for worrying." I said. I wonder what made him bring up that topic so suddenly.

"It seems we haven't been getting enough time to see together, leaving you more vulnerable to Izaya or the yakuza." he said.

"Yeah, but how does that me vulnerable. I hate to think about it, but you're not saying that I can't defend myself, are you?" I asked a little irritated.

Shizuo seemed to hear the irritation in my voice and said, "Not even close. I'm just really worried and I can't freakin' stand Izaya in Ikebukuro."

I nodded to myself. Shizuo's hatred for Izaya reaches above and beyond. "So what do you plan to do, because we both know very well that the yakuza won't give in to weakness." I ask.

"I'll move in with you if that's what it takes." he said with a very VERY serious tone.

I took in a gasp and exclaimed, "Seriously?"

"Yeah. If you don't mind." he said.

"Of course I don't! When will you be moving in?" I ask curiously.

"Next week Friday at the latest." he said. "You have an extra room right?"

"No. I do have an extra bed in my room, because I used to sleep with mom." (A.P.S. Her parents are dead. So that's why everything is so carefree...)

"Oh yeah. So, I'll move in one by one." he said.

I grinned to myself. I always wanted this happen, but wow. That was unexpected. What he said about Izaya puzzles me the most. I don't trust Izaya... or the yakuza...

Sigh... I have too much on my mind right now...

"Shizuo, you're going to walk me home?" I ask rather sleepily.

"Sure, come on. Let's go before the curfew police come out." he says putting his hand around my shoulder.