~ 3rd Chapter - Difficult.

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It's been an entire week since Shizuo has seen Izaya, and the week has been bliss. There were barely any gang members patrolling the streets and back allies, no streetlamps ending up in places that they shouldn't be. Shizuo, however, knew better than to think Izaya was suddenly gone for good.

He was up to something, preparing for it, it's only a matter of time until Izaya unleashes this plot of his. He considered going over to Izaya's and asking the flea for an explanation, but it was probably what Izaya wanted in the first place. The one thing he didn't want was to stoop to Izaya's filthy level.

So after work he headed to Shinra's, just to get some information on the informant broker. It was late around ten at night when Shizuo stood in front of Shinra's apartment door, bringing his arm up and clenched his hand together into a fist. He knocked on the door and waited for an answer, he could easily hear someone giggling on the other side, then the door opened.

Revealing a glasses wearing brunette with a nonchalant smile on his face, "Hey Shizuo, whats up? Here to visit me and Celty?" He asked, moving out of the way so Shizuo can walk inside, he looked around and saw Celty sitting on the couch, she waved at him and he waved back.

"Not exactly," Shizuo said, running his fingers through his hair. "I was wondering if you know what Izaya is up too?"

Shinra raised his eyebrow, "When did you start caring about Izaya?"

Shizuo shook his head, "No, I don't care, it's just he's been M.I.A for the past week and it's kind of suspicious."

Celty came walking over to them, tapping against her PDA, then she showed it to Shizuo who was shocked by what she typed down.

[He's sick.]

"Are you serious?" Shizuo wondered, already feeling paranoid by the revelation about Izaya's condition and why he hasn't been around Ikebukuro to ruin his day.

Shinra sighed, "Yeah, he got sick a few days ago, I gave him some medicine and told him specifically to stay inside."

Shizuo sighed, "I see. So he's not plotting world domination," He felt a little relieved to know that the flea was sick at home, instead of having his way with every human being in the world.

Shinra's eyes sparkled with an idea, he turned and ran towards the kitchen where he rummaged through the cupboards until he found some bottles.

"Can you do me a favor, Shizuo, take these to Izaya's, it might help to speed the recovery," He passed them into Shizuo's hands who raised his eyebrow at Shinra.

"Are you seriously asking me to do that?" He knew Shinra was crazy, but this was insane. To ask him to give Izaya medicine was ridiculous, he'd rather let Izaya suffer with his sickness.

"Come on Shizuo, just go over there and give them to him and that's it, it's not that hard," Shinra pleaded which made Shizuo think he was rather pathetic.

"Fine, but if he says one single insult, I'm breaking his leg," Shizuo gripped the bottles in his hands and turned towards the door, he opened it and walked out. Shinra smiled while the slam of the door echoed in the apartment, he turned to Celty, if she had a head she would have tilted it to the side in confusion.

[Why did you do that?]

Shinra shrugged, "I have no idea." He walked back into the living room to continue watching the romantic comedy with Celty.

Meanwhile with Shizuo who was begrudging walking down the street to the Shinjuku district. Holding the medicine securely in his hand. He couldn't believe that he was actually doing this stupid errand for Shinra. Why should he care about Izaya, even though a week ago he saved his life by killing all the gang members in the area, the police said they attacked each other which is a bit irrelevant.

After awhile of thinking of how this was a bad idea, and this was only going to end badly for both himself and Izaya. He kept walking until he arrived at Izaya's apartment flat, he walked into the building at headed towards the elevator, pressing the button almost rapidly until the door opened.

He got in and pressed the button to Izaya's floor. Waiting patiently, as patient as Shizuo Heiwajima could, he was entering danger zones just from coming to Izaya's apartment.

The double steel doors opened and he got out, strolling casually towards Izaya's door, he knocked but realized he was sick so he tried to doorknob and it was unlocked.

He walked inside the flea's apartment and looked around, it was silent and felt a little cold than usual. Shizuo closed the door and took a few steps closer.

"Flea, you here? I have something for you," Shizuo called out, but there was no sound. Nothing in the silent apartment, Shizuo sighed and walked over to Izaya's desk and placed the pills down.

"Well I'm done," He muttered to himself, desperately wanting to leave.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Shizuo turned to where the scratchy toned voice came from, Izaya stood by the bottom of the stairs, wearing his usual black t-shirt and black simple pants. His hair was tousled everywhere, his eyes in an angry glare directed at Shizuo.

"Shinra wanted me to pass these along since you're sick and all," Shizuo said, looking away and was about to leave.

"Don't go," Izaya called out, which made Shizuo stop in his tracks. Narrowing his golden eyes at Izaya's weakened state, he couldn't believe his ears.

"What?"

Izaya chuckled, "Deaf now, Shizu-chan?"

"Shut it Flea, or I'll come over there and fucking kick your ass," Shizuo growled, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Izaya tilted his head to the side, raising his brow, "Oh Shizu-chan, injuring someone who's sick is so low even for you," His grin widened at the taunt, Shizuo stayed content though from where he was standing.

"Just spit it out Izaya, tell me why you don't want me to go," Shizuo calmly said.

Izaya frowned, "Why are you doing errands for Shinra? Why for me of all people!?"

Shizuo shrugged, "Fucking pushy asshole made me do it, why does someone like you need my explanation for doing one good deed for an asshole like you?"

Izaya rolled his eyes, he walked carefully slow towards his computer desk, looking at the pills and back at Shizuo who was now tapping his foot impatiently.

"It's a bit unpredictable, which I fucking hate," Izaya seethed, he grabbed his coat from the chair and pulled his arms through the sleeves. "Thanks Shizu-chan."

Shizuo grunted and turned away, but before he could everything spun and he was lying on his back with Izaya sitting on top of him with a knife to his throat, Izaya's grin turned into a menacing smirk.

"I fucking hate that you're unpredictable, but that's what makes you so much fun!" Izaya dragged the tip of his blade across Shizuo neck who stayed completely still, realizing Izaya wasn't in the right condition to be acting high in mighty.

"Get the fuck off me," Shizuo growled through his teeth.

He leaned in close to Shizuo's face, "Get the fuck out."

With that Izaya got up from Shizuo who glared at him and did what he said without a single thought, Izaya kept his back to him, and the sound of the door slamming is what made Izaya's heart race a lot faster. He looked out the window and stared at the burning bright lights of the city.

"Oh Shizu-chan, you fucking excite me!"

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To Be Continued.