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"Jeez," Tom groaned as he rubbed the back of his head, "That guy was such a pain…"
Shizuo merely nodded his head in agreement as he and Tom walked through the busy streets of Ikebukuro.
It was only early afternoon and yet he already had sent five people flying through the beautiful blue sky. Since he and Izaya had not been having their usual fights in the middle of the streets, it was almost as if people had forgotten just how deadly he was. This was both a good thing and a bad thing.
Locals around the town actually acknowledged him now, whether it's a slight nod of the head or a cheerful 'good day'. It was still more than he had before. People had always been afraid of him even though he was only trying to keep the trash out of the city. They avoided his gaze or even crossed the road when they saw him coming. So he was enjoying this, the kind looks and the smiles. It was so… different.
Yet, there was a bad side to everything, and this was no exception.
Gangs and stupid thugs trying to show off kept on trying to challenge him to fights. Almost as if they had forgotten how strong he was just because he didn't uproot street signs or send vending machines flying through the city anymore. However, they were soon reminded of just how powerful he was when they pushed him to far.
He could just picture the smirk Izaya would give him when he came in each day with small cuts and bruises covering his body. He would usually call out a snarky remark while he grabbed the first aid kit and threw it to him. Or if the informant was in a particularly good mood, he would dress the wounds himself.
"Tom, do you think two people need to be in love to raise a child?"
Tom raised an eyebrow as he turned to look at Shizuo.
"Where did that come from? You didn't get some girl pregnant did you?"
"No," Shizuo said as he felt himself turn slightly red, "I was just curious is all."
"Oh good!" Tom laughed. "You had me worried for a second there!"
The blond frowned as his boss continued to laugh, ignoring what he probably meant behind those words. Although it wasn't as if he hadn't been thinking about it himself. That was part of the reason why he had asked the question to begin with. He wanted his child to have the best life it could, and he wasn't so sure if Izaya and himself could provide it with that. If there was another family that could provide a stable and loving family environment, then so be it. He would give them up.
"Well," Tom began as he started to walk again, "No, I don't think they do Shizuo."
"Really?" the blond asked, a little shocked.
"Of course, I think that as long as the child is loved and cared for it doesn't matter who their parents are, or even if they are in love or not. It's not that uncommon to come from a broken family these days Shizuo."
"I know…" Shizuo trailed off. "But do you think that two people who hate each other could have and raise a child together?"
Tom laughed as Shizuo asked the question, causing a few people to look at them.
"Well, I think that if they could perform the task needed to make a baby in the first place, then maybe they don't hate each other as much as they think they do! But this is all hypothetical right? It doesn't matter anyway, so let's just get back to work."
The two walked to their next job in silence, although it wasn't as though Tom was expecting anymore from the blond.
Shizuo sighed as he pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, taking a long drag from the thin stick.
Maybe Tom was right. Maybe he and Izaya didn't hate each other as much as they claimed to. Maybe they were just confused about their feelings from the beginning.
But maybe it was only him that was confused about his feelings.
After all, he had started things that night, not Izaya. It was his fault that they ended up doing what they did.
He had just been so shocked and confused by the whole situation.
In all the years that he had known Izaya, he had never been able to catch him. Not even once. Yet, on that night, that one night when he decided to pay the brunet a "visit" only to find him off-guard and skipping towards his apartment.
He had grabbed him by the hood of his jacket and dragged him into the nearest alleyway, slamming him against the hard brick wall. He could still see the fear in those usually confident blood-red eyes; still feel that trembling body in his hands. It had freaked him out. He finally had the flea, but he didn't know what to do with him. All of the hatred and anger just melted away into pure shock.
He could still hear Izaya's annoying voice in his head, trying to talk his way out of the situation. It had annoyed him. But what had annoyed him even more was how those lips had seemed to have been drawing him in, begging him to feel them against his own. He hadn't even noticed when he had begun to move closer to the brunet and when that annoying voice had stopped talking. All he could feel was the others warm breath against his face and look into those dilated pupils that almost seemed to be asking him just 'what he was going to do'.
They had remained like that for a few minutes, Shizuo mainly searching Izaya's eyes to check if he was okay with what was about to happen. With no protest coming from the smaller man, he had simply closed the distance between them and pressed his lips against the informant's. With that small kiss all of the bottled up tension between them exploded. Tongues battled, hands explored, knees rubbed, all until…
Shizuo cursed as he slammed into something hard, a loud dong echoing through the streets. He rubbed his nose as he looked in front of himself only to realize that he walked straight into a pole.
"Street signs are finally taking their revenge on you are they?" Tom laughed as he gave the blond's back a soothing rub. "Are you okay? You seemed to be pretty out of it there, what were you thinking about?"
Shizuo felt his face go red as his boss asked the question.
"Alright then," Tom chuckled, "Wait here a second and I'll go get us a drink."
Shizuo nodded as he watched his boss disappear into the sea of people, letting out a groan as he flopped down on a nearby bench. He let his head fall back and looked up at the cloudless sky.
What was he doing? Why was he thinking about this sort of stuff lately? Stuff like wanting to raise the kid with Izaya, or trying to at least encourage him more to play a bigger part in its life after it's born.
Trying to work out if he was in love with him or not…
Shizuo turned around as he heard his name being called out behind him, watching as a car window rolled down to reveal a man in a white suit.
"Do I know you?"
The man merely laughed at the blond's question.
"You have a bad memory Shizuo. We talked the other night remember? About Orihara Izaya."
Shizuo couldn't help but notice the way the man's eyes narrowed as he spat his name, and returned his glare with one of his own. He remembered this man now; he was the one that was looking for Izaya.
"Yeah, I remember."
"Good. Do you think we could have a little chat in my car then?"
Shizuo frowned as the man opened the door of the car and moved over to the other side of the seat, motioning for him to climb in. Much to the dismay of a certain informant, he had always been a good judge of character and always trusted in what his instincts told him rather than his brain. And something told him that this man was dangerous.
"I'm in the middle of work right now so I can't leave."
"Heiwajima, I'm sure your boss won't mind if we talked for a few minutes."
Shizuo froze as the man pulled a gun out of his suit and pointed it at the bodyguard.
"Get in the car Shizuo."
The blond swallowed as he looked into the man's emotionless eyes before finally giving in and climbing into the car.
"So Shizuo," he began, smirking as the car began to move, "How has the search for Izaya been going?"
"You haven't heard anything about him? Or even seen him around?"
"Not at all."
"Really? Because you know Shizuo,I have a source that tells me you two were spotted together not all that long ago. In fact, it was just a couple of days ago."
"I have no idea what you are talking about," the blond replied coolly, even though his heart was beating erratically in his chest. He knew if he made even the tiniest mistake, it could be the end of the informant.
"Cut the crap Shizuo," Shiki growled as he pressed the gun against the bodyguard's forehead, "I don't think even you could survive a shot to the head. Tell me where he is."
"I don't know what you mean."
"Shizuo!" Shiki warned. "This is your last warning, tell me where Izaya is and you won't get hurt."
Shizuo froze, he could feel cold sweat start to run down his back as the cold metal of the gun seemed to burn into his hot forehead. He had two options here: either tell the man where Izaya is and lose everything he had been trying to protect, or tell him nothing and lose his own life. He knew which option he had to take.
"I have no idea where Izaya is…"
The blond braced himself as he felt the gun press harder against his head, waiting for his whole world to go black. He felt guilt take over him as he thought of Izaya and the burden he had placed on him that he would now have to deal with alone. Yet at the same time he regretted the fact that he would never see him again, that his last words to him would be 'don't mess up the place while I'm gone' instead of 'I love you.'
"I hope you know what you have done Shizuo."
The bodyguard's eyes snapped open in shock as he felt the gun leave his head, hearing the man let out an audible sigh as he told the driver to pull over.
"What's going on?"
"I'm sorry about the gun Shizuo, but you have to know that I am serious. This is your one and only warning, stay away from Izaya. I will find him and if you happen to get in our way, we will not hesitate to dispose of you."
Shizuo nodded as he stepped out of the car. He waited until it was well and truly out of sight before turning around and smashing his fist into a nearby vending machine, causing a few people around him to scream and run.
How did he find out about Izaya and himself? Just who was this source of his?
What did he even want with Izaya?
The blond cussed as he started to run back to his apartment, adrenaline still coursing through his system.
"Shit, shit, shit…"
The blond repeated the same words over and over again as he jigged the keys around in the lock of the door, calling out the informant's name as he pushed it open.
"Shizu-chan?" Izaya asked as he walked to the front door, frowning, "What are you doing home so early? Shouldn't you be at…"
The informant gasped as he felt strong arms wrap around him and pull him into a crushing hug.
"Thank god you're okay…"
"Of course I am," Izaya sighed as he wrapped his own arms around the bodyguard's back, "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Look, you can't stay here anymore."
"What do you mean I can't stay here anymore?"
Shizuo could hear the venom dripping from the informant's voice as he pushed him away.
"It's not safe."
"What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything," Shizuo hissed, "It's you who…"
"Me who what?"
"It doesn't matter, just, please trust me Izaya."
The informant pouted as he looked up into the blond's pleading amber eyes.
"Why should I?"
Izaya's eyes widened as he felt Shizuo press his lips against his own. The kiss was simple enough, but he could feel the blond's intentions through it.
"Because I... I love you that's why."
"I don't care if you love me or not… Just please go and stay with Shinra for a little while."
Izaya gave a sad smile as he caressed the blond's cheek.
"I don't want to."
"Izaya," Shizuo growled, "I'm serious, you can't stay here anymore. Just please do this, it's only going to be for a little while."
The brunet remained silent as the blond leant in again to give him another kiss, whispering the words 'please' against his lips as he did so.
The bodyguard gave Shinra a call as Izaya packed his things, and it wasn't long until Celty arrived. Shizuo sighed as he sat down on the couch and pulled out a cigarette. He felt awful about sending Izaya away, but it had to be done. If Shiki knew he had ties to Izaya, then he would probably be keeping tabs on what he did and where he went. The informant was safer with Celty anyway. She would be able to protect him.
He bit his lower lip as he turned on the radio, trying to fill the empty silence.
'Your suffering now is a sign of your hard work.'
Another chapter finished! This story only has about another four or five more chapters to go to be honest… Oh! The song Shizuo was listening to on the radio is called Someday by U-KISS, which I have been listening to on repeat for pretty much this whole chapter.
Thank-you for reading and reviews are greatly appreciated!