Woohooooo~ First chapter I've written on a computer! And frankly, it's MUCH faster!

Chapter 21: Adjusting Here With A Monster

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The blond stood at the door after he had closed it, dumbfounded and confused. He brought his hand up and looked at it with a face of concern and sorrow.

Izaya had been sleeping soundlessly like nothing would ever happen to him in a beast's den, and what shocked him the most, he didn't wake up nor flinch from physical contact in his sleep.

He smiled and called out Shizuo's name.

That was unusual and brought so many questions into the blond's mind. 'What could this mean? That he's safe here? Why?'

'We hate each other, don't we?'

Shizuo couldn't really face Izaya afterwards from this. He just came in there to kill him, not ensure his safety or have the raven snuggle with his hand. He wanted to kill him. But the most part of him screeched at him not to. Shizuo let out a rough breath-like sigh and walked back into the living room of the apartment. Shizuo didn't understand. He didn't understand himself. He didn't understand his thoughts. He didn't understand his reasonings…

Izaya was a beautiful man. His skin was as shiny and pale as a pearl's; his lips painted a luscious pink tint also looking tender; his slim waist and feminine legs untouched but had faint markings and bruises. His hair silky and draped like oil. But he couldn't help but realize that, Orihara Izaya, had just smiled.

Smiled because of Shizuo's scent. Smiled because he felt warmth upon his frozen cheek. Smiled because he actually felt safe within the blond's watch.

After all he has been through, even if he wasn't aware or even awake when he had a small grin tug at his lips, he still smiled. Even when he was beaten bloody, forced onto the ground and fucked raw, he still smiled within Shizuo's vision.

Those bruises and tainted markings upon his flawless skin…

It disgusted Shizuo to his very bosom.

His most hated enemy and person he can't stand has been raped and he had no clue that this had happened to the raven. Not a clue. Not until now. And now that he knows, he wants to find whoever did it. Whoever did this to his raven and forced him to be like this.

Find them, and rip their limbs one by one, tearing their skulls off of their bodies and paint the whole area a deep scarlet; like a tiger stalking its prey and viciously tearing them apart and hearing their yelps as they die a painful death. Heiwajima Shizuo was truly a monster.

He didn't care anymore. Yes, he admits it. He cares for Izaya. He can't stand seeing anyone going through what Izaya had gone through, and still trying to act calm and strong. That dream impacted him more than what he originally thought it did.

Shizuo ran a hand through his dyed locks and eyed the carpet. "Maybe it's better if I never knew at all." he whispered his thoughts aloud. It was still morning and too much has happened in just one morning. Desperate for smoke intoxicating his lungs, Shizuo made his way to the outside quietly.

With a slight click, he ignited the lighter making the fire come to life. He raised it up to the cigarette's end and burned it, smoke swaying upward. He welcomed the burning scent and inhaled it. "What the hell am I going to do?" he sighed as smoke blew from his lips.

The chilly wind raced passed his ears whispering a chanting lullaby as the birds chirped in the distance. It was a nice cold day. Too bad he has to waste it on looking after Izaya.

He took a couple more sips of smoke and eventually dropped it onto the ground and grained it onto the ground with his heel. A good 7 minutes of relaxing went by. Shizuo went back inside and to his surprise, located a figure with short black hair standing at the corner slightly rubbing his eyes.

"Look who's up." he muttered catching the raven's attention. "Morning to you too~" now that he got a good glimpse of the informant, he had indeed been wearing his spare clothes and shorts that ended a little passed his knees. Parts of his skin were exposed and Shizuo could see more parts of Izaya now.

"I'm gonna make some breakfast so just sit tight." Shizuo glared at Izaya before walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge. "Cook? Who would've guessed Shizu-chan can cook." He mused out.

"Of course I have to cook, I live alone."

"And what about you?" He looked back over at the man. "I have my dear assistant cook for me" A smile tugged at his lips. "Well I feel bad for her, considering she has to take care for the likes of you…" A growl seeped through his lips making Izaya narrow his eyes at him.

"Oh but on the contrary she does it on her free will."

"I'm surprised she still hasn't poisoned you." Shizuo grit his teeth. "I'm surprised myself." Izaya replied.

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Through the process, the room filled with the smell of cooking food and to Izaya's point of view, it would have made his mouth water. Who knew a monster could cook, especially have it smell this nice? Turns out there must be a lot of other things that Izaya doesn't know about Shizuo.

"Here," a plate stretched across his vision, "eat it or I'll shove it down your throat."

"Rude." Izaya pouted and looked away from the brute back onto the plate. It was miso soup that looked enriched to the point and had a side of rice balls on a small plate. To be honest, it looked really good and smelled really great.

Izaya wanted to take the spoon and dig into the soup, but couldn't help but eye the ex-bartender before him, casually eating and just glancing up at him from time to time. Awkward silence seeped around the room as they just kept glancing at each other.

"Are you gonna eat it or not?" He heard Shizuo speak up. Izaya murmured a 'fine, fine' before taking the spoon into his hands and grabbing a spoon-full of soup. He hesitated at first. What if he poisoned it? What if he somehow put a drug in it and eventually killed him?

"...You didn't poison this, did you?"

"Huh?" Shizuo rose his voice again. "And why would I do that?!"

Izaya flickered his gaze back onto Shizuo. "I don't know. Probably because we're enemies and you want to kill me, yes?"

The faux blond began growling but came to a halt and tried to relax himself. "I don't have the things to poison you, neither would I have time to do it because Shinra would hate it and keep pestering me about it."

Shinra? Of course it was Shinra. He would always try to keep him from trouble but eventually fail at it. "Now will you just eat already? You're makin' me lose my appetite." And with that, he let out a breathy sigh and took a sip of of the warm liquid.

To his surprise, it did not taste wrong nor did it have any strange after taste. It tasted rich and he craved more of it.

"...It's good." he whispered lightly before taking another sip. He could feel Shizuo's eyes on him but they didn't spell out any danger, but genuine relief.

Izaya wasted no time in chowing down the delicious meal and then ate the rice balls very quickly, he completely forgot Shizuo was there.

Orihara and Heiwajima eating together? I'm still surprised the world hasn't ended yet.

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Time went on as usual. Izaya giving snarky remarks and teasing Shizuo while Shizuo kept trying to do activities that kept him stable and not focused on Izaya, like going out for another smoke or watching television. But it was practically night and the sun hid behind the horizon. Izaya was in his room supposedly trying to sleep and Shizuo was laying on the couch as usual.

It was already dusk and they still avoid each other, but what Shizuo didn't understand was that how could any of this happen? He made it clear within his mind.

He couldn't understand his thoughts. Not even understand himself.

It wasn't that he was taking care of his nemesis. It wasn't because he actually understood the situation. It was that he actually felt feelings that he believed would not be possible for a person like Izaya.

Was it pity? Was it caring? Was it just because he wanted to be on better terms? None of it made any sense, to hell with it all.

He knew what he was feeling.

Shizuo actually cared for Izaya.

He knew that, but what he wanted to believe was why he does.

Is it because of pity? It has to be because of pity due to the fact that his 'Oh so godlike' enemy was put below his original ranking, or it being sad enough that just seeing him cry and have numerous panic attacks?

Whatever it could be, it was affecting him.

He let his mind consume him with thoughts until he eventually laid himself back down to sleep.

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A loud blood curdling scream pounded through the clearing. Shizuo's heart leaped from his chest as he immediately lifted himself off of his couch.

"GET AWAY! STOP IT!" He heard from, his bedroom.

He must've slept over the time since it was as dark as a shadow from outside. Shizuo raced towards to where the screaming came from, fear and adrenaline rushing through his veins and pounding against his skull.

He slammed open the door with one strong forceful push, and was greeted with a sight he did not want to see ever again.

*Extra note*

Hey, look, another cliffhanger. My favorite. Say, I have a pretty funny and weird story I want to share to you guys because it's pretty dumb! XD Okay, so, my birthday is coming up soon and my mom asked me what I wanted. I told her I wanted an anime poster because I've never had one before. She asked me what kind of anime poster, and I had a hard time choosing between Tokyo Ghoul, Durarara!, and Fullmetal Alchemist. Eventually, she pointed at a 'Durarara!' one because I couldn't choose and… I guess you could say it was a Shizaya poster? Well, it had them both within the poster and I wanted it so badly. Then this is the funny part… My mom thought Izaya was a girl. And so I had to explain to her the hardest way, but then I wouldn't get the poster because my mom doesn't like gay things :(

So now I'm stuck with my mom believing Izaya is a girl… What happens when she gets the poster and the rest of my family see it? XD! Anyway, until next time!