Chapter 6! YAY! I kind of lost thought for this story after the last chapter was posted, but then decided to skip all the... First awkward steps of a relationship... So there is a time skip... Be aware! The whole... How close can I sit? Can I hold your hand? Those weird little quirks because... It's awkward for the characters and it's awkward for me! Sorry if you wanted to see that! So onto Chapter 6!

"Izaya…" Shizuo groaned out after my lunch lady comment.

I put my hands on his chest, "You're supposed to scream and yell and try to kill me."

He sighs and closes his eyes, "Not anymore flea… Sorry… You're hurt and I don't feel like yelling and chasing you."

My eyebrow quirked, "But… Shizu-chan… You are chasing me still." I didn't mean physically chasing me; I assume you all got that. I meant that even though he wasn't chasing me through the streets of Ikebukuro, he was chasing after my feelings. The feelings that I was running from. I mean… If one person is running forward and the other suddenly starts running back, the two are going to smash into each other. Is that what Shizu-chan and I were doing? Slamming into each other. I was running from my feelings, when I slammed into him?

His lips brushed mine, "Then stop running for once flea, I'm tired."

I blushed deep red and turned away not okay with how close his body was pressed to mine. He slowly lets me go and I move to the couch. Flopping down, I flip on the T.V. and start channel surfing. Shizuo sighs and sits down next to me.

When the thirty minutes was up Shizuo walked with me back up the the bathroom. He leaned over the tub and began washing his hair. I watched and smiled to myself. Shizu-chan has a very nice butt. In case any of you were wondering. He got done washing out the bleach and such before wringing out his hair, "Are you enjoying yourself?" He asked turning to me.

"What?" I asked swinging my legs.

"You were staring at my ass like the entire time." He smirked.

I lit up red and rubbed my arm, "No I wasn't!"

He winked and moved to the space between my legs, water dripped from his newly bleached hair. "Are you sure you weren't?"

I swallow hard, "Shut up…"

His lips ghost over my exposed collar bone, thank you, whoever the heck is a higher being, for V-neck shirts. "Hm… Can you take me seriously now?"

"Now that you don't look like a lunch lady?" I teased putting my finger to my chin and tapping it there. "Hm… Maybe?"

Shizuo watched me slip around him and out the door, "Flea." He whined but didn't follow me. I returned to the couch, grabbed a controller, and turned on my Play Station 3. I settled myself into a puzzle game of some sort and zoned out the rest of the world. I hardly noticed when Shizuo sat next to me, "I didn't know you'd be into gaming."

"Not as much as it seems." I took my eye off the screen for a moment. "It's hard to find things that amuse me."

Shizuo chuckled, "That seems like you."

I smiled despite the comment and felt Shizuo's arm rest over the back of the couch towards me. I felt my heart rate pick up at the thought of me telling him I love him. It just crossed my mind in that instant. The character on the screen stopped moving and I looked at my hands. My stomach began to do flip flops, and I felt like I was going to be sick.

"Hey… Are you okay?" He asked suddenly, "Is it your side? Do you need a pain pill?"

I shook my head rapidly, "Not that." When I looked up to him, my stomach filled with those annoying butterflies. My throat was forming the clichéd lump and I was panicking slightly. It was like the words were either trying to kill me, or force their way out.

He took the controller from me, "Izaya… What is going on?"

I think love makes you crazy. The thing I did next wasn't really planned or thought out, it just… Happened. It was completely out of character and it was completely uncalled for. Not that I regret it, because I really don't.

My hands curled into fists on his shirt and I shoved my lips to his. He made a surprised, "Mph!"

I felt my hands slip under the hem of his shirt and splay against the hard muscles there. I moved to straddle his hips and continue to kiss him. Our lips are moving together and his hands grip my waist pulling me closer. His tongue slowly enters my mouth and demands dominance. I willingly give in and feel his hands moving up my shirt. His hands touch the dressings on my wound.

We pull back and I blink in surprise. "Uh… I'm… Uh… I didn't mean…" He lowers my shirt and I slowly retract my hands. "Sorry…"

My cheeks are hot and his are lightly dusted red. Mocha eyes burn into mine, "Izaya…" I look away and back to the screen of the T.V. Warm hands grab the sides of my head and pulled my gaze back to his. "Please… Please… Just say it… Let me know how you feel."

I put my hands over his and took a very deep breath, "You couldn't tell how I felt from that… Then… Fine… Your protozoan brain can't comprehend." I put my forehead on his and clunked them together lightly, "I… I…" I'm getting choked by the freaking words. I feel that odd feeling before you cry rising in my throat and my chest. Shaking aside my nerves I whisper, "I love you."

He sighs like a ton has been lifted from his shoulders. I shut my eyes and let out a shaky breath, "I love you too." His lips touch mine in a gentle innocent peck.

I expected the normal clench of my chest. I waited for it and I waited for it, but it didn't come. He smiled up at me when I sat back onto his lap. The smile turned smug and I rolled my eyes, "Shut up…"

I moved off his lap and turned off my Play Station 3. "You're a very good liar Izaya."

I turned to him, "What do you mean by that Shizu-chan?"

He sighed happily and stretched out on the couch, "You've been making me chase you all over the freaking city… When really you were just doing it because you wanted my attention… How cute flea?"

My ears turned red, "Shut up Shizu-chan!"

He laughed and winked. "Oh come on. I get to tease you for all those years of pissing me off."

"Fucking Shizu-chan." I pouted but had a wide smile inside that needed to be hid... It's nice to be loved sometimes.

One Week Later.

I sat on the examining table and watched Shizu-chan glare at me. I returned the glare, "You don't have fucking hickeys on your chest."

He smirked, "Oops."

The doctor came in smiles as usual, "Ah! The boy who was stabbed!"

I roll my eyes, "Yes, yes. Can we please proceed to the pulling of the stitches?"

"Afraid not!" He shook his head, still smiling like a dipshit. I want to stab him. "I need to run some tests and other stuff."

He checked the internal stitching and then brought me back in, "So?"

"I'll have a nurse come in and take those out for you! Then you can come back in a month!" This man is far too cheery for my tastes. I really want to grab him and stab him. Shizuo raises his eyebrows and shakes his head at me.

He'd taken my knife when he fought me through the house to get here. Let's just say instead of being two… Uh… What are we? I wouldn't call us… Boyfriends… Instead of two grown men, we looked like a mother and a five old fighting about a piece of broccoli. Shizuo basically hauled me out slung over his shoulder.

I glared at him again and the doctor left. "I hate him."

Shizuo chuckles and pats his pocket, "Glad I took that while I could."

"I'm mad at you." I pouted turning away from him.

He sighed, "Why because I cared enough to bring you to a doctor?"

"The morning after you litter me with your markings and my hips are sore I'll have you know!"

He chuckled lightly and got up from his chair. His lips pecked mine, "Sorry."

"You're not." I correct him as he starts to smile smugly.

Shizuo tilts my head, "No I'm not… I don't regret doing it."

"Doing it? Or doing any of it?"

His mocha eyes rolled and he sat in his chair, "Do I even need to answer that?"

The nurse came in, a small pale little woman, she ordered my shirt off. Slowly she helped me peel away the black material. She ran her hand across a scar on my chest, "Hm… You're scarred."

Shizuo let out a growl, mocking the woman, "Hm… You're touching private property."

I smirked and turned to him, "Jealous?"

He glared at me, "You want more markings?"

The little nurse's face turned red. "Oh… I had no idea!"

"It can't be helped… We aren't exactly… A normal… Uh… Pair." I decided to call us that. A pair, because a couple seemed extreme for one week of cuddling and making out, and one night of pure bliss.

She pulled out some utensils and I stopped paying attention at that point. My mind wandered back to the night before. Shizuo holding me close and me grabbing just as harshly. His lips on my skin. His eyes burning into mine.

The nurse moved away from me, "All done." I glanced down to the irritated red slash across my side. It would sure be an interesting reminder to an interesting time. "Keep cleaning and covering the wound for probably another week? Then you can just go on about your business." She wrapped the wound once again.

She left quickly at the glare Shizu-chan gave her. I sighed heavily and grabbed my shirt. He helped me slip the material over my head. Calloused hands brushed across my cheek, "Guess you won't be needing me around anymore."

I rolled my eyes dramatically, "Don't think you're so disposable."

We got back to my apartment and I jumped on my bed. The smell of fresh sheets and a lingering smell of sex welcomed me. Shizuo sighed and grabbed a duffle from the back of my closet. "What?" He asked when I gave him a crazy stupid look.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm packing?" He said moving to the dresser.

"Packing?" I sat up on the bed and glared at the tall blonde, "Why are you doing that?"

"You don't need me here anymore… Your stitches are gone." He refused to look at me.

"Don't need you here?"

He sighed and put down the bag, "We're already fighting, great."

"Why the fuck are you being an ass?" I asked feeling more pissed off than normal.

Shizu-chan ran a hand through his hair, "I don't want to leave."

"No one said you had to!" I yelled getting to my feet.

Sad mocha eyes looked to my red with anger face, "Tell me you love me."

I blushed, "What has that got to do with it?!"

"Tell me you love me." He repeated nonchalantly. His eyes had a playful sparkle to them though.

Slowly I made my lips form the three words, "I love you." He smiled a half smile and kissed my forehead, but said nothing. I was growing uneasy. His back turned and he continued to pack. "What?! I just said that and you don't even…" I was quickly feeling extremely panicked. My chest was squeezing tightly once again. Why was he doing this to me? Why does love do this to anyone?! All of a sudden I felt like getting on my hands and knees and begging him to stay.

He shoved most of his clothes into the bag and then grabbed me gently and lay with me on the bed. He placed my head on his chest and smoothed my hair. "Sorry." I said nothing in reply. "I can't stay here forever." He explained slowly, choosing his words wisely, "I… Izaya… It wouldn't be good if I stayed here all the time."

I didn't know what to say so I just hid my face into his chest and sighed heavily. He smoothed my hair again and ran his hand down my neck, then to my shoulder, on to my back. His long fingers traced a circle there soothing me. "Shizu-chan?"

He pecked my hair, "Yeah flea?"

I sighed heavily, "You'll… Be in touch… And around right?" He started chuckling and I felt anger rising in me. Sitting up, I pulled myself away from him and gave him a harsh glare, "Fine… Be that way."

My feet touched the floor, before strong arms wrapped around my chest and pulled me back. "Stop… I'm laughing because, I love you for starters. And because I love you, and you know that, so why would I just leave and never come back?"

I pouted and felt him sigh behind me. He pecked my cheek, "You know… You're really fucking affectionate for throwing stop signs at me three weeks ago."

He laughed and gave me a squeeze, "Well I figured you'd cut me if I tried to kiss you… So I settle for shipping my love in the form of metal."

I rolled my eyes and leaned my head back on his shoulder. "What are we doing?"

"Relaxing." His deep voice was gentle.

I ran my hand over his, "I meant like this."

He sighed heavily, "I don't know Izaya… I really don't."

We slept in my bed once more and woke up together as usual. I hopped into the shower while Shizu-chan made breakfast. I could gently stretch my arms above my head and I wash my own hair. I did miss having Shizuo wash my hair… And our morning conversations. I let my thoughts wander to Shizu-chan. His way of sighing in his sleep, I'd miss that. Waking up to him smiling at me. Feeling him kiss me when he thought I was asleep. The six pack, the ass, the body of a freaking sex demon. Oh... Sorry... TMI. Worrying when I tried to reach the big plates. Worrying if I'd taken pain pills. Worrying someone would try to kill me if I went out. Him not being here. I guess he had a point though… He couldn't stay here forever. He had his own home… He had his own responsibilities.

A sudden breeze on my backside made me turn, "WHAT THE FUCK SHIZUO?!"

I was greeted with the sight of Shizu-chan grinning smugly. "I came to see if you needed help showering."

"I'm obviously doing fine!" I screamed trying to find some way to cover myself.

He laughed, "What's the big deal? I've already seen you naked… Like three times. Remember we had sex?"

I blushed hardly, "WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO BOLD?!"

His smug smile turned into a full on smirk, "Why do you have to be so shy?" His eyes traveled my body. "Seems like you're already ready for me."

I looked down and blushed harder before turning away, "It'll calm down! Don't worry!"

He stripped off his clothes and climbed in, "Let me take care of you."

Let's just say… We parted ways on good terms. Really good terms.

And that my lovelies brings us to the end of chapter 6. I hope you don't mind me having that time jump. If you really don't like it... Let me know and I'll consider fixing it up. As usual! This is where I beg for your appraisal and love, and criticism. Leave me a review! A follow! A favorite! Anything goes! :) Thank you all for the support and reviews, fav., follows! They really keep me moving! :) 3