Hello~ so sorry for the long break! i started too many fanfics at the same time so some are suffering while others are getting updated twice a week! oh god... i need to manage my updates better...

Living With The Flea

I was exhausted to say the least. It had been a week sense I had made the stupidest mistake of my life, and all the rules -except the 'pay rent on time' one- had been broken. It had started with the first fucking rule!

"See you tomorrow, Tom." I waved goodbye as Tom got into the back seat of the black car and waved back. "See you tomorrow." the car pulled away from the curb and joined the other cars on the busy road. I turned away and stomped out my finished cigarette which automatically replace with a fresh one while I ran my fingers through my hair. I didn't feel like going home because I knew the flea would probably be there, but I didn't want to leave him by himself there for longer than I needed to.

When I made it back to my apartment building I greeted the land lady behind the counter with a short wave before pushing the elevator button. I wondered briefly if Izaya would be out. Heh. One can only dream I guess. I put out yet another cigarette and popped a new one in as I opened the front door to my apartment. The front room was empty and I silently prayed that the flea would really be out. But then, as I rounded the corner into the kitchen a pair of hands sunk over my shoulders and I could feel someone leaning heavily on me "Shizu-chan, do you always let your guard down as soon as you enter your apartment? Or is it because you like it when I touch you~?"

I turned around and the demon tripped a little from lose of support before he regained his composer and stood lazily in front of me as I clamped down on my fresh cigarette trying my hardest not to get angry. "Izaya. I told you not to come near me!" he grabbed his chin and looked to the ceiling in thought "You did…" I clinched my fist at my sides to the point of my finger nails digging into my palms. Izaya looked back to me with that sly-ass smile "But messing with Shizu-chan is my favorite past time~ he's so easy to mess with."

That's it. I couldn't take it. I grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the floor. "Shut the fuck up, louse!" Izaya laughed (Though stiffly) as he suddenly whipped out his knife and slashed a shallow cut in the throat. I let go of his neck in favor of pinning his hands above his head "You broke the rules of my apartment!" Izaya's sly smile disapear for a second and I thought I had won, I thought that I wouldn't have to leave with him anymore but then his smile returned full force "So did you, Shizu-chan. You started the fight and now you have me pined under you as you touch me all over~"

Heat instantly took over my face at his innuendo and I quickly stood up "You are so weird…" I mumbled as I headed for the kitchen… why… was I so embarrass by his stupidity? I pulled out the first aid kit I kept under the sink and started cleaning my neck wound. "But you love me because I'm weird~" the flea came to my side and stared at my neck as I cleaned it "I hate you. You ruined my life." I sighed out tiredly and pulled out another cigarette and threw the finished one in the trash can.

I took off the wrapper of the bandage and put it on in the awkward silence. "look. I think it's best if you find somewhere else to squat, because no matter how hard I tried I will-" "Always despise me. As I despise you… but." I looked over at Izaya as I took off my sun glasses and loosened my tie. I was looking at me with his usual fake smile, trying to be cute or something… it wasn't working for me, when I didn't look impressed he dropped his head and grabbed onto my shirt sleeve "…Please…Shizu-chan?"

I looked down at him incredulously as he remain in place. But god… I just wanted to go to sleep at that point "Fine, fine! Do whatever the hell you like!" Izaya looked up bright as ever "Aww~ Shizu-chan love me after all~" he laughed then walk past me to his room leaving to wonder what the hell just happened?

And that was where I was at the moment, five days after the rule break and still alive, though I was sure the amount of ciggrest I was using per day was probably really dangerous to my health. It was the only way I was going to survive him.

"Shizu-chan~ dinner is ready!" he called in a grossly sweet voice that I thought I might be drowning in honey… as to tell you the truth… I hate honey. I shuffled into the kitchen and put out my cigarette in on of my ash trays. "I groaned as he placed a plate of Otoro in front of me. "Izaya…We've had Otoro for dinner every night sense you started cooking." he looked up to me with narrowed eyes "And?" there was no getting through to him so I just glared a crossed the table at him as we ate the Otoro.

"Shizu-chan is upset~?" he asked when he finally noticed my glare "Yes! I'm getting burnt out on eating the same thing every night!" Izaya looked shocked "How can you get 'burnt out' on Otoro!? I've been eating it everyday sense I got my own place." I stared at him blandly before getting up and going to the fridge "How the heck does someone that eats fatty tuna everyday stay anorexic?" I found a half eaten sandwich and sticky rice, so I went with both… I could make a sticky rice sandwich…? Would that even remotely be eatable? Guess I'd find out.

I felt a pair of arms sink over my shoulders and a thin chest weigh me down, but I didn't shove him off immediately because I was busy spreading the rice on the bread. "I can't believe Shizu-chan would reject the delicious Otoro I made for whatever that dog shit is!? I'm wounded." sighed and slapped one of his arms off me "Shut up! I'm going to make my own food from now on!" I added a layer of oyster sauce and closed it up. Now was the big test, I took a big bit and nearly chocked, the sandwich wasn't so bad… but the rice was older than I thought and so it was really chunky and gross. Izaya laughed and turned back to the table "While that was entertaining~ but if you don't mind I'll be going to bed." I glared at him until he disappeared into the guest room.

"Damn him.." I mumbled and cleaned up the table but stopped abruptly when I noticed my untouched plate of Otoro… I was still hungry after all… I grabbed a piece from the plate and stuffed it down as I took dishes to the sink… hm… guess the flea is pretty good at cooking… whatever…. It's not like a care.

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