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Arc Two, Chapter Five

"Flea, are you done in there? What's taking so long to walk out through a door that's a few feet away?"

Izaya sighed loudly, sitting on the toilet lid. He ran his hands through his dark hair, listening to Shizuo on the other side of the door. His mind traveled from the moment he woke to the moment where he was shot at. Shizu-chan had said people were out for his life, but he never realized how serious it was until it actually happened. Shizuo was the man who could annoy and anger him, but also made him feel happy, safe, and loved. The blonde saw sides of him that no one else saw. It flattered him, as much as Shizuo lost his temper, he put up with him and vowed to protect him. Izaya wondered why that was, why he stuck around. He desperately wanted to know, while the answer was right under his nose. The way Shizuo looked at him, hugged, cared, and protected him...the thought had him blushing.

The thought of dating the blonde before Izaya lost his memories made sense. Why else would Shinra trust him with Shizuo? Izaya looked down at the bulge in his pants and bit his lower lip. When did that even happen? Sex had never been on his mind, I am getting turned on just by thinking about Shizu-chan? Pathetic. It was new to him, and it felt awkward handling his hard-on when Shizuo was only a few feet away...but what else could he do? He needed the release, especially after such a disturbing day. Shizuo would get too suspicious if he spent too much time in the bathroom, and wanted to check up on him. So, Izaya stuffed his hand down his pants and began pumping himself. "Ahh..." He breathed out, remembering to not make a sound. Of course Shizuo was complaining about how long he was taking. "Shut-ahhh-upp!" Izaya yelled, pumping himself even faster, hearing Shizuo's voice. He unzipped his pants to gain better access, and worked himself faster and faster just to get it over with. His face flushed from the heat pooling lower. "I'm coming!"

Shizuo moved off the couch, the kitten rolling off. The flea was taking so long in the damn bathroom. He opened the door and he stared at Izaya and his flushed face. He stood there for a few moments before his face turned beat red, quickly getting out and shutting the door behind him. "S-sorry," he said on the other side of the door, voice cracking from embarrassment. His luck, Izaya would end up doing that in the bathroom. He scrambled away from the bathroom to the living, trying to get his mind off the naughty imagines that came to mind. The blonde brought a hand to his nose, feeling blood dripping from it. "Fucking nose bleed," he muttered. He was just getting over the little rape incident that happened a while ago.

Izaya looked at the door in horror. Then he became aware of what he was doing. He was masturbating...in Shizuo's apartment...in his bathroom...with Shizuo only a few feet away. Izaya's face was as red as a tomato. Oh my god...Izaya zipped his pants back up and washed his hands. He wasn't sure how he could face Shizuo after that.

The blonde jumped, hearing Izaya walk out minutes later. Shizuo went to the kitchen to make himself a drink and he turned around, seeing Izaya there. He immediately shoved the glass in his face. "It's…hum, juice that I mixed," he told him, trying hard not to blush. Izaya looked at the juice in his face. It sort of made him want to laugh how embarrassed Shizuo was, but he couldn't because of sheer embarrassment. "Shizuo...I don't know what I was..." Shizuo nearly dropped the glass when Izaya reached for it. "It's fine…I mean, I've seen you naked before, so I've seen it all…you just…surprised me," he reassured, telling the truth. "I'll be back, I need to go to the…um, the store," he said to the other man before putting his shoes and getting the hell out of the apartment to clear his mind of everything.

Shizuo had seen him naked before? Why, when, where? All the thoughts and assumptions jumbled through his head. He convinced himself that it was probably in the changing room or bathroom. After all, they were both men. Both men. Shit. Izaya hadn't even thought of that when he was jacking himself off. He slumped his shoulders, seeing the door slam. Izaya was the one who masturbated in his bathroom, shouldn't he be the one to run away?

Shizuo needed some fresh air, but he figured he should make some good use of his time. He went out to get a few things from the supermarket. He was going to try to make some of that sushi Izaya liked to inhale. He's seen the flea eat two containers of that stuff and still be hungry. He swore, he was like a cow when it came to ootoro. The blonde came back after thirty minutes, carrying a couple bags in his hand. He set everything down and looked to Izaya, the other man still looked embarrassed. "We were in high school together, had all our classes together, even gym. Let's just say…you enjoyed teasing me a lot back then."

Izaya looked in the bag of groceries curiously, and his eyes lit up when he saw the fish, but quickly looked away, seeing the dead eyes. He hated the eyes of dead fish, they always freaked him out. "Back then? What did I do...to tease you?" His mouth watered, looking at the other groceries Shizuo bought. He would hug him if it wasn't for what happened. The raven sat down at the dining room table. Shizuo was so nice, to get tuna and to even make sushi! It was challenging food to make. He could get used to living with Shizuo if he cooked ootoro every day. Who needed Namie when he had him as a house maid?

"Where to start?" He questioned, chopping the head and tail off the fish he picked out. "Ok, so after Shinra introduced us, it was hate at first sight, blah, blah, blah. For some fucked up reason, you went out of your way to transfer to our school. From there, you decided to make my high school life a living hell and embarrass me in any way possible." He paused, being careful as he sliced the fish in half. "We were in the showers after gym. You pissed me off so I grabbed you and you landed on top of me. You ran off, just knowing I'd chase you without caring much about not wearing anything." His face flushed at the memory. "You locked me out of the changing room and I was…stuck out in the hallway, naked when the bell rang."

The story made Izaya laugh, hard. "Oh my god! What did you do when you were stuck in the hallway? Why didn't you break the door down? I mean, you have enough strength to do so." He continued to laugh, and covered his hand over his mouth to stop but it didn't work. The look Shizuo would have on his handsome face would've been priceless. Wait, handsome? Handsome? Since when had Izaya thought that way about him so freely?

"It's not funny! You're the fucker that made sure I couldn't find my way back in time! It's as if you had nothing better to do than fuck with my life!" His golden eyes lowered, going back to finish the work on the fish, not really wanting to talk about it. "Someone shoved me into the closet before anyone saw, not sure who it was though, I didn't see their face," he added. He looked up, meeting Izaya's eyes, not sure what to tell him. Izaya nodded his head, and leaned a hand against his unharmed cheek. "Sounds like you really do have nothing good to say about me."

"Eh? You're not as bad as I make you out to be. As much has a hell child you are, you do good things."

"Shizu-chan, that doesn't really make any sense. The only good deed you said I've done was for my sisters. And that was only one thing. You can't possibly expect me to believe that I did good things; you're just trying to comfort me. Why bother? From what happened today, I must have been a huge prick." Izaya didn't feel sorry for himself, he merely stated the facts.

"I've got friends because of you." He said, watching Izaya tilt his head. "You've stopped over a dozen girls from killing themselves in this town. When killers were out of my blood, you've got me thrown in jail...and that wasn't by coincidence. You've protected Kasuka when I couldn't," he listed for the other man. "You're just too much of a douche bag for people to know who you really are."

Shizuo had friends because of him? The raven thought that it would be the other way around, after everything Shizu-chan told him. And he protected girls? Nonsense. "Gee, thanks." Izaya chuckled. "Who is Kasuka, though?" He wondered. It must have been someone Shizuo cared for deeply. In the back of his mind, he hoped that the guy wasn't Shizuo's boyfriend. Though, how could he be? Izaya was convinced Shizu-chan was straight.

"Kasuka, he's my little brother. Or people know him as Yuuhei Hanejima, you know, the actor," he told him. "That's basic information; you should know that, there are posters and crap of him around the damn city." He looked over, watching Izaya's look on his face. "You don't believe me? You don't think you did good deeds, so I listed some off. You also helped Shinra start the bio club in school."

Of course Izaya knew who Yuuhei was. He didn't have to be an informant to know that; everyone did with all the posters around and movies he'd done/would be in. He noticed that he kind of looked like Shizuo because of his eyes, but that was it. "I bleach my hair or I would look more like my brother," he heard the blonde say. Izaya nodded his head. He figured that either Shizuo bleached his hair, but he couldn't have been sure. Shizuo didn't lie, as far as Izaya could tell. Izaya stood from the table and walked beside Shizuo. "You know me so well. Here I thought you didn't care to know details."

Shizuo stiffened when Izaya got so close to him. He didn't know why he let it bother him. The flea stood by him before, almost every damn day. Fuck, if only he could say what he wanted to tell him, but he didn't want to freak the other man out. "Whatever, if you think I'm lying or not, that's up to you."

Now that Izaya looked closely at his hair, he had brown roots coming in. "Aye, your roots are showing!" He ignored the blonde's anger issues. "Will you let me dye your hair?" Izaya smirked. "If someone pushed me out into the hallway naked, I wouldn't stop getting back at them. Why don't you try to get me back with a prank? Why did Shinra trust me with you? I hurt you, hated you, pulled pranks on you..." Izaya had a million questions, but didn't expect Shizu-chan to answer any. Even if he did answer, it was usually only one question. Maybe his brain couldn't process many questions at once.

"Why they trusted you with me?" He questioned. "Because I don't hold grudges against you, doesn't matter what you do. I lose my temper and move on, I don't hold anything against you. You've been smart not to harm Kasuka with your stupid games and that's all that matters to me." His eye twitched when the flea started to poke at his head. "Fine, whatever, bleach my hair if you so want," he answers before he smirked, "and I'm fine with the hallway prank in high school. You were running around in just a towel. Or did I forget to add that part?"

Izaya nodded his head. That was only thing that would ruin what relationship he had with Shizuo, harming his brother. He forgave him no matter what he did to him; that was admirable and Izaya didn't understand. He had no interest in harming Kasuka, anyways. Shizuo was the one who was interesting and strong. He wondered why Shizuo loved his brother so much, over everyone else. Izaya dramatically gasped. "Me? Just in a towel? Oh no! At least I wasn't naked." He poked Shizuo's hard chest. "When can I dye your hair?"

"When I get home from work tomorrow, I guess. I have everything under the sink," he answered. After the long task of finally finishing the sushi, the blonde took a shower and watched a movie before telling Izaya that he was going to bed. He had a long day, he used a lot of energy by running around all day. And he was out like a light within minutes of lying on his bed.

Izaya ate his sushi in silence. He already thought of a plan to dye Shizuo's hair a flamboyant shade of pink. He was going to be away all day, anyways, and there was a store close to Shizuo's apartment. He was afraid to be left alone again when Shizuo went to bed. He shuddered from the cold darkness. Darkness wasn't warmth anymore, the only light he found was in Shizu-chan. He was terrified to sleep on the couch, just thinking about earlier. He should have never opened the door, but would that matter? Wouldn't the man break down the door anyways? Izaya plopped himself on Shizuo's bed, looking at his sleeping face. Beauty resonated off of his features, and Izaya couldn't stop his fingers from tracing his strong cheeks. He was angry, angry that he felt so weak around the blonde. The warm feeling in his chest when Shizuo was around was sickening. He didn't know what it was, this feeling.

AN: Eh, haven't you ever had to wind down from a stressful day like Izaya? Just kidding, don't answer that! Sorry this chapter is so short, the next one will be longer. Obviously Izaya wouldn't feel this way or act this way if he had his memories, we know that. But he did lose his memories (for the time being). If you can deal with the OOC Izaya, it will all be worth it...I promise.