"I'm back!~" Izaya's voice rang happily through his empty apartment. He flicked on the lights, squinting as he was momentarily blinded. He stretched and slipped off his damp jacket, hanging it on the coat rack while he locked his door. He didn't expect Namie to be returning any time soon.
He hummed thoughtfully to himself as he went over to the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. He really needed to warm himself up after a long night in the rain. He leaned against the clean countertops as he watched the water boil. He yawned a bit, cracking his neck as he thought musingly to himself. Red eyes fixated on the clock at the end of the hall.
2:30 a.m.
"Hmm…I wonder what Shizu-chan was doing out so late at night…"
It intrigued him. This entire scenario with Shizu-chan. It had caught his interest from the first day he noticed that the blonde monster was falling ill. He honestly didn't think that he could even catch a cold, let alone something more serious.
Izaya leaned his head back against the cabinet, closing his eyes and taking a deep breathe. He scowled a bit as he crossed his arms over his chest.
He didn't know why, and he couldn't begin to even explain why Shizuo's sudden condition made him want to spend hours at his computer, searching for reasons why he suddenly fell ill.
With a astonished laugh, he poured himself a cup of tea, and went to his desk. Clicking on both computers, Izaya sat in his swivel chair and leaned back, sipping at his tea as his computers logged on.
"Let's see what can finally take down Shizu-chan."
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Shizuo hated pills.
Their medicinal taste. Their porous texture. Their huge size. Every single miniscule detail about them.
He groaned as he stared at the large white and blue pill lying in his palm. He remembered Shinra's order on it clearly. Two a day. One every twelve hours. And of course, the essential hint to eat while taking the pill
He bit back his growing nausea, and popped the pill into his mouth, instantly cringing at the taste it left on his tongue. He quickly filled a tall glass with water and started chugging, desperate to get the thing down.
As he felt the pill lodge in his throat for a moment, before forcing itself down his esophagus, he remembered a time when he was younger. Choking on a pain killer and shoving a finger down his throat to dislodge it.
Shizuo shivered as he continued to drink the water, making sure it was not going to get stuck. He took a deep breathe as he felt the strange sensation taking pills left In his throat.
"Shit…"
He coughed a bit, leaning over the sink as his body trembled. He fought back the oncoming fit, forcing himself to breathe slow and steady. After a few moments, he felt fine again and headed toward the refrigerator. He quickly reached inside and grabbed a carton of milk, chugging that down to replace the taste of the medicine.
Licking his lips with a smack, he tossed out the now empty carton and grabbed an apple. Shining it on his shirt, Shizuo headed toward the bedroom. He yawned as he took a large bite, falling onto his bed with a drained sigh.
"It's been too long of a day." he sighed as he glanced out his bedroom window. He could just see the sun starting to make the sky grow lighter and lighter. "Had I really been up all night?"
It seemed so. Another night lost of sleep, thanks to this growing problem. He finished his apple, setting it on the nightstand and rolled over, feeling his eyes grow heavy with exhaustion. Time for him to rest up so he'd be ready to fight his illness and addiction.