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"Hmm?" Izaya glanced at him with tired eyes. Shinra poked his cheek, and the brunette hissed as his wound stung.

"What did you do? Get in a scuffle with Shizuo?"

Izaya chuckled, "I guess you could say that."

"You know you shouldn't be messing with him." Shinra scolded, getting up to grab a medical kit. Izaya shrugged turned to lie on his back, head dangling off the end of the couch.

"There was no physical connection Shinra. So don't worry. I'm not chasing him around the city. Just like you asked."

Shinra walked back over and sat on the ground next to Izaya's head, working on the wound with a cotton ball damp with alcohol. "Then how did you get the scrape?"

"I fell."

"Fell?"

"More like tripped. But everyone has their off days."

Shinra eyed Izaya, before continuing to clean the wound. It wasn't a large scrape, and wouldn't need a band-aid. "Any more cuts?"

Izaya held up his hands.

Shinra reached over and started to work on those wounds as well. Izaya was vaguely aware of Celty lurking in the corner as she watched. He grinned placidly toward her, "Come now, Celty. No need to be shy and hide."

She shrugged silently, as if saying that she wasn't really interested. Izaya yawned and closed his eyes, thinking silently to himself as he mulled over what he wanted to say. He did have a reason for coming here. He just…found it hard to bring it up.

"Shinra."

"Hmm?"

"I have a question."

Shinra laughed, "You? Have a question?"

Izaya grinned a bit, "As I said before, everyone has their off days." He glanced over to Shinra, "Will you be sure to tell me the truth?"

Shinra's expression darkened a bit with seriousness. "Depends."

With a grunt, Izaya sat up and crossed his legs and placed his hands in his lap. "Who was I buying medication for?" The paling look on the doctor's face grimly confirmed Izaya's suspicions. "I was buying medication for Shizu-chan, wasn't I?"

Shinra remained silent, and Izaya noticed Celty flinch; she obviously wasn't aware that Shinra had asked Izaya this favor. The informant found himself getting angry again. He clenched his hand and bobbed his foot up and down with annoyance.

"I'm assuming you conveniently left out that slice of information because you were afraid I would decline?" Izaya chuckled, shaking his head, "Neh, you'd be right."

"Izaya…" Shinra started; but the informant lifted his hand to silence the doctor.

"Why am I buying his medications?"

"…Because I think it's the best thing-"

"The best thing? You think this is the best thing! For who?" Izaya blurted out. He flushed slightly at his outburst. Shinra blinked and narrowed his eyes.

"Best for you and Shizuo."

"Tch…you're crazy, Shinra. Absolutely crazy." Izaya sighed and he tried to calm himself down. He glared at Celty's shadows that flickered ominously on the floor, focusing his pent up frustration on that. She seemed to pick up the bad aura and stepped over to stand behind him.

"Listen, Izaya. I do have a reason why I asked you to pay for that." Shinra explained as he cleaned up his supplies. Izaya glanced over at him, narrows his carmine eyes.

"Then start talking. Because I'm getting pissed off."

Shinra sighed, and fixed his glasses before sitting on his table to face Izaya. "I asked you to buy the medication for a number of reasons. The first is quite obvious: Shizuo just can't afford all the medication he needs. He knows it. But he's too stubborn to receive help from those he cares about. He denied my offer, Tom's offer, Kadota's offer, and his brother's offer.

This leads to the second reason: he would never suspect you. Of all the people on this entire planet to do a nice deed, he would never expect you. Especially to help him. That's why you were the perfect person to buy the medication.

Third reason is the fact I know you can afford it. To you, the sixty dollars every month is nothing. Just a sliver of your paycheck. But to Shizuo, that's a day's worth of expenses: groceries, bills, rent, a pack of cigarettes. Each dollar he earns goes to his living. Now that he's not working, he can't even dream of affording the medical bills that are piling up.

I know you're smart Izaya, so you know what I'm saying is right. This is the best way to keep him alive. And it's best if he never finds out."

Izaya stared hard at the ground as the information sunk into him. He hated the fact that the doctor had done his research. He knew the best option, and had went that route. It annoyed Izaya; it made him seethe with bitterness.

He hissed with disdain, "Your brilliant plan is flawed. He already found out."

Shinra was taken aback, "What? How?"

Izaya sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger, "He asked me if I was paying. I was using a pseudo name, but he figure out that someone with a lot of money was paying for him. Not a random person off the street. Besides, I let my typing quirk slip."

Celty cut through and dropped her PDA into Izaya's lap. He picked it up and skimmed over the words, [Typing quirk?]

"Aye, we were chatting online on a dating site-"

"Dating site?" Shinra sputtered. He burst into laughter, and Izaya kicked him roughly in the shin. Celty grabbed her PDA and shakily typed more.

[What were you doing on a dating site together?]

Izaya groaned, "I go on it to troll. And I had met him through it. I didn't realize it was him until tonight, actually. Either way, he's figuring it out. So think of a new plan, Shinra! I'm not paying for him anymore!"

Shinra stopped laughing and grabbed Izaya's knee, "You have to. If you don't he won't take medication and may get sicker."

"He's already not taking it. He said that he hadn't been thinking about it."

"Dammit, Shizuo! I need to head over and make sure he takes a normal dose. Knowing him, he may try to double or triple to make up for what he forgot." Shinra exclaimed as he jumped up to grab a box from behind the chair, "Might as well test out this new equipment I got. See if it solves this medical mystery. Celty, can you help?" Celty nodded and wrapped her shadows around the box and carried it behind her.

Izaya jumped up and followed Shinra as the doctor headed for the door, "You are not going to leave until you swear on your life that you will not bring it up to him and that you will find someone else to pay for his pills."

"I can't promise that Izaya. You have to keep-"

"I'm not going to save him!" Izaya shouted with a raging temper. "I hate him! I refuse to help in any way!"

The three stood in awkward silence as the tension in the air stirred. It was heavy, and made Izaya sick to his stomach. Shinra stared at Izaya for a long time, before a small smirk graced his lips.

"Izaya…"

"What?"

"Sounds like your in denial."

Izaya stepped back and hissed, clenching his fist in his coat pocket, only to remember that his flick blade was at home in the wall. "Are you fucking with me? I am not in denial about anything, you sick fuck!"

Shinra chuckled, "Even in middle school you swore more when you were upset and people were reading you better."

The informant growled, "You don't know anything, Shinra."

"I know you're in denial about your feelings toward Shizuo."

"I am not in denial at all! I hate him! I hate him and hopes he dies! And that's why I won't help him!" Izaya repeated, as he forced his way past Shinra and out the door.

The couple followed Izaya out the door, causing the raven haired man to shiver with annoyance. He spun and hissed at them, "Why are you following me? I already told you I'm not doing it anymore!"

Celty held up her PDA, which had a pre-typed message on it due to her predicting Izaya's outbursts; he was acting very…strange and predictable.

[We need to head this way to go visit Shizuo.]

Izaya paused and then growled with anger, "Shut up!" He didn't care that he was acting like a child. He just didn't care. They were suggesting he had some fondness toward the blonde. Some deep feeling that he knew wasn't even possible. It pissed him off to no end.

"Izaya, no need to yell. She's not doing anything wrong you know. You're the one who won't come to term with your emotions."

"I don't have anything to come to terms with. I loathe the brute, and would love to see him die. And that's why I'm done helping you" Izaya grunted as he sprinted away from the couple. That feeling of fight or flight had taken over, and caused his legs to take him away from the conflict. It looked cowardly. It looked like they were right.

But they weren't. He was running cause that's what instinct told him. He wasn't running from some hidden truth. That wasn't even a possibility.