Morning announcement

A/N:- Thank you for the reviews. I'm sick at the moment, so my boss has told me not to come in until I'm better, which the doctors have told me the 30th. Which means, I get bored and type more. So there will be quite a few updates for this one. Anyways as usual enjoy and let me know what you think.

His weekend dissolved in hot messy kisses, sensual touches that made him burn for more and overwhelming pleasure. Not once had he taken off his ring, the small silver clinking against the fleas as their hands grabbed at each other. He knew now that they couldn't be separated, both he and Izaya had accepted each other and grown closer than possible, although he had little knowledge when it came to his fiancé, he could tell that Izaya loved him and for the moment, while it was just the two of them, it was all that mattered.

Monday morning came quickly, Shizuo trying to drag himself out of bed, he felt tired, the familiar soreness a dull ache in his lower back. Trust the flea to work him into exhaustion. He wasn't sure how many times he had passed out. Taking the strip from the box, he took out his pill labelled mon. Swallowing it, he put the box back on the bedside table. Opening his wardrobe he pulled out his suit, laying them on the bed. The bathroom door was closed, he could hear the shower running.

Knowing Mr god complex he would be a long time, looking at himself in the mirror. Going downstairs, he went into the kitchen, taking out slices of bread and putting them in the toaster. Shizuo took a glass out, placing it on the side, he opened the fridge. Grabbing the carton of milk he filled the glass, returning it to the fridge door. Before he closed the door he took out a pudding cup. The blond ate it while he waited for the toast to pop.

"Shizu-chan are you still here?" Seconds later the flea stood by the door frame. "Good morning." Shizuo nodded, handing him the plate. "Morning. I'm going to take a shower." He made his way upstairs, grabbing a towel, he closed the door behind him. He still hadn't heard from Kasuka yet. His younger brother hadn't replied to his text, he knew he was probably busy, caught up in learning scripts and acting. But he couldn't help but be disappointed, one of the best things in his life had happened and he couldn't share.

He had let Celty know and today his work colleagues would find out before Kasuka. Shizuo sighed, stepping under the spray and reaching for the shampoo bottle. Maybe he should text him what was happening or leave a voice-mail? It was a shame, he wanted to tell him face to face. Once he was dressed and ready, he slipped on his shoes, meeting his fiancé at the door. "Ready? Shizu-chan." The blond nodded checking his pockets for his phone, cigarettes and lighter. "Yeah." He followed the flea out of the door, waiting until he had locked it, slipping the key in his pocket.

The morning traffic was a bitch, they were stuck behind a queue of vehicles almost immediately. He grit his teeth, hearing the flea tap the steering wheel repeatedly. His gaze fixed on the light in front of them. Come on turn green. Turn green. By the time they arrived at TGOI, he was irritated, trying to calm his anger. He could remember exactly how many cars he had wanted to pick up and throw into next week. It didn't help that they had to stop at every light. Every single one.

Shizuo climbed out of the car, trying not to slam the door. Taking a deep breath, he pulled out a cigarette and his lighter, ignoring the disapproving look from Mr god complex. Inhaling nicotine, he moved over to the smoking area. If he was lucky he would be with his work colleagues today, the flea usually left him alone on Mondays. After all they spent the weekends together. His inner question was answered as Izaya walked straight past him, disappearing through the doors.

Finishing his cigarette and stubbing it out, he followed the flea's path. Instead of making his way to the top floor, he made his way to his own department. Tom was already in his office, Kadota was sitting at his computer, along with Kida, Walker and Erika. Before it had been two desks, each one for four people, those had been scrapped when Kida started working full time. Mr god complex had the new one specially made. It was a hexagonal shape, but there was more than enough space for each of them.

He had a feeling the last space on the table would be for Mikado. They had all been shocked when they had been called into Izaya's office. The young blond was standing in the room silently, while the flea re-introduced them. Both he and Kadota had kept silent, it wasn't his business to interfere. They made him feel welcome, Erika constantly questioning the teen. Kadota had eventually gotten her to shut up.

"Morning." He took his seat next to Kadota and Erika. He didn't escape the hug from the crazy otaku. "Good morning, Shizu-Shizu." Staying still he waited until she let go. "Morning Shizuo, good weekend?" The blond nodded in reply to Kadota's question. He watched as Walker shifted closer to his counterpart, most likely feeling jealous. It was surprising what he had picked up, from his lover that saw through everything. Kida was sitting in silence head against the desk. He opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, closing it as he saw Kadota shaking his head.

Their was a collective sigh around the office as the flea's voice came through the speakers. "Here we go again." Kadota got up from the desk heading to the kitchen. Erika had her head down, biting her lip as she scribbled over plain pieces of paper. The thought of what she was drawing made him feel sick.

Good morning my lovely humans. It's a new day, I hope you're all happy and ready for a hard days work. Work hard my precious humans. If you have any problems please go to your department manager. Or you can come to me and my P.A.

The accounts department are to hand in their reports by the end of the day. The line managers are to attend a lunch time meeting later today. All employees are allowed to leave an hour early today, due to mine and Shizu-chan's engagement. Work hard.

Shizuo groaned letting his head fall onto the desk. Damn him, he wanted to tell them and now the whole company knew instead. The upset teen's head lifted from the desk. "You and Orihara? Good luck." Karisawa was a lot more predictable. Her high pitched squeal pierced through his ears as he was subjected to another hug. "Congratulations, Shizu-Shizu. This is great. Wait I have an idea." Her arms left his shoulders, pulling out a wad of paper. That wasn't good. Kadota was back at the desk holding a mug. "Was he serious?" In reply the blond held up his hand. "Wow. Congratulations. Drinks after work?" Another squeal told him where he would end up, whether it was his choice or not.

He almost made it, he spent the first few hours answering his emails, when his phone rang, glancing at the screen, he saw Izaya's name flash up in black. Everyone stopped what they were doing, knowing what it usually meant. Groaning he picked up the phone receiver, listening to the voice on the other end. Shizu-chan. Can you come up? It sounded like a question, but he knew it wasn't, the line went dead as his fiancé hung up. Returning it to the handset, Shizuo locked his computer and stood up.

"See you guys later." Running a hand through his hair, he left the room, walking to the lift. Pushing the button, he waited until the doors opened. He didn't know how old the contraption was, but it took more than one push to get the doors open, making a whining sound. Getting in he mashed the top button, riding it to Mr god complex's floor. The doors jammed as he went to walk out. Using his strength, he forced the doors open. The blond made his way to his lover's office, not bothering to knock on the door.

"You're manners haven't improved." Shizuo shrugged closing the door. "What do you want? I was working." Slim arms wrapped around him, the flea standing and moving behind him. "Shh! Shizu-chan." Shrugging him off, he turned and shot a glare at Izaya.

"Did you call me up here, just for this?" He stared into crimson eyes, seeing the mischief. "You're a lot more honest at home." Shizuo shook his head. "You want coffee right?" He didn't wait for an answer. "The lift needs fixing." He watched the flea shrug, not really concerned, it wasn't anything to do with his precious humans as he called them. "Don't blame me if someone tries to sue you." Shaking his head, he entered the kitchen. He felt sorry for the poor bastard that ever tried.

Filling up the kettle with water, he flicked the lid back down, setting it back on the cradle and flicking the switch. Opening the cupboard he took out the flea's mug, digging out a spoon. He could feel Mr god complex standing behind him, something in his gut told him never to ignore Izaya. "When are you going to make your own coffee?" He heard a laugh behind him. "Hm, that's your job,Shizu-chan." The blond shook his head, hearing the kettle bubble and whistle. "I'll make sure to buy you a coffee machine."

"Aw, Shizu-chan. You could pick a more romantic wedding present." He shook his head, finishing the flea's coffee. "Shut it, flea. Here." Holding out the mug, he waited until Mr god complex took it from him. "What was with that announcement? No forget it." Without a word he left the office, stepping into the lift, this time the button got stuck, seconds later it popped back out. Holding onto the rail, he waited until it stopped on his floor, making his way back to his desk. As soon as he sat down, his phone rang.

Shizu-chan! The voice whined in his ear. "I made you your damn coffee." A squeal drew his attention. Karisawa was staring at him with sparkles in her eyes. I'm bored! He shook his head, putting the phone down. The phone rang again, a slim hand launched across the desk, picking it up before he could. "Iza-Iza, congratulations!" He couldn't hear the voice on the other line. "Yep, I have lots. Yes I drew them, do you want to see them?"

Shizuo stared in disbelief as the crazy otaku talked animatedly with Mr god complex. "Really?" The way her face lit up scared him. "Yay. I'll be up soon. Bye bye." The phone was put down, the rest of them staring at her like she was nuts. And then she was gone, holding onto the wad of paper. Crap. "Did anyone see what she was drawing or writing?" Kadota paled slightly, nodding his head. "You're screwed, Shizuo." Damn it he had tried so hard to keep her ideas away from the flea. Still it was too late now and there was nothing he could do. Letting out a sigh he got back to work.

She didn't return until lunch, bouncing into the room. The fact her hands were empty didn't go unnoticed. "Come on Yumacchi, lets go and eat." He looked away as they kissed, getting up from his desk. "They'll catch up." Kadota patted him on the back as he walked past. The blond teen followed and he trailed behind. The three of them left the building, making their way to where they ate their lunch. It used to be a café with limited selection.

Now it had been taken over by new ownership and redesigned. It seemed bigger and the food was amazing. Grabbing hold of the silver vertical handle on the door, he pulled it open holding the door for the rest of his work mates. The waitress standing at the door directed them to their table, an oval shape that went all the way around,handing them each a menu. "Call me when you want to order." She left them to it. The menus were folded In three wording on every side.

Shizuo shifted over making room for the otaku duo, laying his menu down. Kadota raised his hand calling the waitress back over. The woman held out a pen and paper jotting their order down. He ordered a large slice of strawberry cheese cake and a glass of milk. Kadota shook his head, but he ignored the look.

Shizuo could feel eyes on him, he looked up to see the blond teen staring at him across the table. Kida blinked, shifting his eyes side to side. "I'm going for a smoke." He slid out of the booth. Heading out the door. As he thought Kida followed him outside. "Shizuo, can I ask for your advice?" The blond nodded taking out a cigarette, he didn't say anything as the younger teen took one from the packet. "Are you and Izaya happy?"

"Is this to do with why you dropped out?" It was the first time the subject had been mentioned. "Yeah. I need to know." Lighting up his cigarette he wondered if he should pass it to the teen. "I'm old enough to make my own decisions." Shizuo sighed handing it to him.

"The flea has his moments but yes we're happy, I wouldn't still be with him if we weren't." Sliding the lighter back in his pocket, he let out a sigh, hearing the teen cough. "That's horrible. Um so when did you know you were...gay?" The conversation ended as soon as it had started, the teen stubbing his cigarette and hurrying back inside. Well that was a conversation he hadn't been expecting. Finishing his own, he went back to their table, taking his seat. Everyone had already started eating, picking up the spoon he dug into his own.

Once they had finished, the waitress returned with the bill in a metal tray, placing the correct money in it, they left returning to work. The rest of the day passed quickly, Tom didn't return until two hours later, nodding to them as he went back into his office.

Karisawa was back to drawing, though she now had colouring pencils too. Kadota and Walker were working and the younger blond, he caught staring at him before looking away. He let out sigh as once again, Mr god complex's voice came through the speakers.

Good afternoon my lovely humans. I hope you've worked hard. As I said this morning, everyone will be allowed to leave early. Have a good evening and see you tomorrow.

Kadota was the first to speak. "Is it me or has he gotten more talkative?" Shizuo nodded. "He's pretty much always like it." Finishing his last email, he shut down all programs, turning the computer off for the day. "We have an extra hour to kill. Where do you want to go?"

"Let's go to Artic." Erika squealed, already stepping away from her desk. It was a good idea, he liked everyone there. He noticed the teen freeze up and besides There might be something between Kadota and a certain blonde barmaid. "Would it be open yet?"

They took a chance, turning up anyway. The sign said closed, making him groan, they had walked for nothing. Luckily a familiar face was standing outside. The same white suit and two bodyguards. His old boss when he was Shizuka. "Heiwajima-San, it's good to see you again. Please come in." Ignoring the questions from his workmates, they filed in after him. Vorona was sitting at one of the tables with a laid back Akabayashi and the teenage girl Anri.

"I see a congratulations is in order." Shiki was staring at the ring on his finger. "Thank you, Shiki-San." He still respected his old boss, staying polite and keeping his strength in check. "I'm surprised at Orihara-San though, I didn't think he'd go this far." Turning away from him he spoke to Vorona. "Vorona-san, serve them their drinks, please." Shizuo blinked saying nothing as his former boss walked away. "Well then miss beautiful it looks like you have to work." He watched as the blond barmaid strode to the bar, waiting for their orders. Although he used to work here, he had never really drank alcohol before.

"First round is on me." Kadota smiled at them, while he pulled out his wallet. "Shizuo?" The blond glanced behind him at the bottles lined up on the shelves, he knew what every single one was, along with the volume percentage, price and what cocktails each one was used in. He just didn't know what any of it tasted like. "Do you have something sweet?" Kadota sighed shaking his head. "You should cut down on all that sugar." But he ordered for him anyway. Shizuo smiled as a small glass was set in front of him. It was a brazen watermelon blush, made with watermelon vodka, kiwi, strawberry and red sugar rum.

Holding the skewer to one side with the strawberry and kiwi slice, he took a sip, tasting the sweetness on his tongue, listening to everyone else place their orders. Liking the taste he drained the glass, eating the strawberry and Kiwi. "Woah, Shizuo no need to drink that fast." Shrugging his shoulders he ordered another, it tasted like fruit juice, completely harmless.

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