This part is short, because it's just a continuation from the last part xD If I could, I would have posted it all together, but I was impatient! XD Anyways, there is more to come after this! Also, WELCOME TO 2012!
Izaya softly knocked on the door, before swinging it open. He peeked inside, seeing Shizuo still sleeping heavily. It had been a few hours since he first arrived. The blonde had been sleeping the day away, while Izaya sat around and watched tv and ate some of the soup he made. He left plenty for Shizuo when he woke up; however that didn't seem to be any time soon.
He sighed, deciding that five hours of rest was plenty. The raven limped in, bending down to take a peek at Shizuo's face.
The blonde looked anything but relaxed. His brows were knit together, and he had a small frown on his face. He mumbled deliriously in his sleep, his voice barely over a whisper as he shifted to get more comfortable.
Izaya ran his hand through Shizuo's hair, feeling his forehead for a fever. It was breaking, but it was still there. His body continued to battle the virus that raged within his system.
He wiped his hand on his pants, wrinkling his nose in disgust as he tried to get the sweat off his hand. Izaya reached over to un-tuck the sheets around Shizuo, noticing they were damp and sticky. It would be best to change them so they stayed warm.
But no matter how hard he tried to pull the sheets off of Shizuo, the blonde clung to them weakly, desperately trying to keep warm as he trembled.
"Come on Shizu-chan…let go." Izaya whispered as he uncurled Shizuo's fingers from around the blanket and pulled it away. The blonde shivered and curled onto his side, grumbling something under his breath.
Once Izaya managed to take away Shizuo's damp sheets and pillow, he replaced them with fresh linens and tucked him in. Shizuo's eyes fluttered open for a moment to stare at Izaya, before closing to fall back asleep.
The informant chuckled, leaving the bedroom. He looked around the dreary apartment and frowned. It wasn't nearly as high class as his own home, and it only made him feel smaller. Normally on lazy days, he would curl up with a book, or go onto the chats. The only thing he could do here was watch tv or cook. Neither sounded exciting.
He hobbled over to the kitchen and dragged a chair from the dining table into Shizuo's bedroom as quietly as he could. He pulled it up to the side of the bed, and decided to do what he loved best: observe his beloved humans in their natural habitat.
Of course, this time he would be observing a monster, right?
He sighed, knowing that he couldn't even consider Shizuo to be a monster nowadays. His own theories were being shot down every minute he was with the blonde.
"Psyche…"
Izaya blinked as that name rolled off of Shizuo's lips, fading to silence. Was that really what the brute was dreaming of? Or were his ears tricking him?
He watched Shizuo rest, he continued to feel those butterflies flutter in his stomach, and his chest ache with an emotion he was starting to finally experience - one that he never wanted to feel, but can't control. All thanks to this tender side of Shizuo that continues to murmur the name of a fictional man who shares the raven's face.
Izaya slouched in his chair, crossing his legs and his arms until he was comfortable, and let his eyes fall closed. In the silent darkness of the room, he was able to doze off and ease his restless mind. But before he could give into sleep, he heard Shizuo murmur his name - not Psyche's - and wondered if it was just his imagination.