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I don’t remember how much time I took, kissing Izaya. All I know is that, eventually, it stopped. I sat on the couch beside Izaya. We remained silent for a moment, until I turned to him. “So, you’re being blackmailed, huh?” I asked lazily, and Izaya stiffened, looking away. “Y-yeah…” He replied. “And what happens if you don’t do as “Neo” says?” I asked, and Izaya looked down, bowing his head. His back shook, as if he were about to start crying again. “If I tell you… You might get killed…” Izaya warned. I shuffled closer to him, my right leg pressing against his left, and he looked up at me in shock. I wasn’t one to tell somebody it was all gonna be okay, but this seemed different. “Do you think I can really be killed that easily?” I asked him, but he looked away again. I sighed. This is gonna be harder than I thought…

**Izaya’s P.O.V**

I didn’t want to tell Shizu-chan what was going on. He wasn’t supposed to get involved! No, I wasn’t supposed to get involved with him! It’s my fault for being so weak! This was my burden, and my burden alone! I felt tears in my eyes again. Dammit…! I was too weak for this… I couldn’t even think about this! I was so pathetic!

So pathetic, that Shizu-chan was able to pull me into his lap without even trying.

“H-Hey!” I protested, but his arms were locked firmly around my waist, meaning I had no escape. My face was in the crook of his neck, my legs on the couch, where I once sat. Shizu-chan’s left hand gripped my waist firmly, but he moved his right hand to the back of my head, making me look up at him. “Tell me. Now.” He demanded, and I couldn’t look away this time. Shizu-chan quickly moved his right hand to wipe away my tears, and I buried my face in his exposed chest. I couldn’t bear to face the truth of this situation. I wish I could just forget, but Neo was always there… I finally had the courage to look up at Shizu-chan, and he seemed slightly shocked at the desperate sadness in my eyes. “If I don’t do what Neo says… All the humans I love… They’ll… Ikebukuro…” I stuttered, holding back more tears. I took a deep, shaky breath, mustering up the courage to say what I had to.

“Ikebukuro will be blown up.” I blurted, burying my face in Shizu-chan’s chest again.

“I-Izaya…” Shizu-chan muttered, but I refused to look up. I sobbed as I shook my head, unable to believe myself. What had I gotten myself into? Without realising it, I began pushing Shizu-chan away, but then I kept doing it, more forcefully. I had to get away. I had to go somewhere where I wasn’t going to be so hot. Shizu-chan lost his grip as I acted suddenly, stumbling backwards. “Izaya…” Shizu-chan began, but I shook my head, grabbing my jacket, because my shirt was ripped. “No… I-I can’t… Why did I have to tell you…?!” I asked myself, pulling on the jacket. Shizu-chan stood, holding out a hand. “Izaya, please…” Shizu-chan’s voice trailed off, and if I knew Shizu-chan’s house better, I would’ve left, but I turned on my heel, heading up the stairs. “Izaya, I want to help you…!” Shizu-chan assured, following me up the stairs I stopped on one of the top steps, and Shizu-chan stopped where he was, too. “How can you possibly help me…? I shouldn’t be… I shouldn’t be wanting your comfort! I shouldn’t have told you! This never should’ve happened… Wh-why…? WHY CAN’T EVERYTHING JUST GO BACK TO THE WAY IT WAS?!” I yelled, surprising myself. I didn’t care what time it was. I didn’t get to yell like this often, so forgive me if I was yelling. I screwed my eyes shut, yelling at no one in particular. “Why can’t we just go back to fighting like we used to?! You can throw garbage cans or vending machines or STOP signs or - ” I began, but I stopped as a pair of strong hands grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. I opened my eyes as Shizu-chan hoisted me over his shoulder, walking to the top of the stairs, down a hallway. “Stop worrying about all that shit. I’m going to help you… Whether you like it or not.” Shizu-chan assured, and I found that I didn’t quite know how to react. “Sh-Shizu - ” I began, but Shizu-chan squeezed me tighter, crushing my ribs. “No. Stop calling me that.” He ordered firmly. Why did he have to be so controlling? “Wh-why… Would you want to help me…?” I stuttered. Shizu-chan’s life was on the line here. He was already in danger, so I saw no reason why he would want to take it any further. “You’re carrying more pressure than you can handle.” Shizu-chan replied. “I’m perfectly fine in carrying it myself…!” I argued, but Shizu-chan just rolled his eyes. “If that was the case, why did you start crying? Was that all for nothing?” Shizu-chan questioned, and I forced myself to look down, my face in his back. “Thought that’d make you shut up.” Shizu-chan pointed out, chuckling slightly. I punched his back lightly, kicking a little. “If you’re going to tease me, just let me go~~…!” I practically begged, making Shizu-chan laugh as he, surprisingly, did as I asked. I looked around. We were in… Oh, god…! No! Not good, not good ~~! I was in… In…

**Shizuo’s P.O.V**

I watched in mild amusement as Izaya looked around my bedroom worriedly. What did he think I was gonna do?! Rape him?! Like hell! To prove I was innocent, I went and sat on the edge of my bed, leaving the door open. “Any idea who this “Neo” is, then?” I asked Izaya, who stared out the window, looking at the busy streets below. “If I did, do you think I’d have this problem?” Izaya answered, somewhat annoyed. He had a point there. “Let’s face it, if they want info on the Dollars, as you said, they’re not going to be from the Dollars.” I suggested, and Izaya nodded. “I already came to that conclusion.” He replied. “I believe that they’re from the Yellow Scarves, and if they’re using a voice changer of such a high quality that I can’t decipher it, they must have a fair bit of money in their pocket.” Izaya added. Damn, the flea was right. I wish I had his brains! “You think it’s the leader of the Yellow Scarves?” I asked, and Izaya nodded. “I went to speak with Masaomi Kida the other day, the ex-leader… But he can’t lie, I know that. His face changes. He was telling the truth when he said he had no idea what was going on.” Izaya offered, still staring out the window, like a moth to a light, but then he smirked, ruffling his hair a bit as he closed his eyes in mild amusement. “It seems that the Yellow Scarves…” He began, then he faced me, opening his eyes.

“Have a new leader.”

**Izaya’s P.O.V**

I could feel my usual smirk on my lips again, and it felt good. Ever since Neo had contacted me… That smirk had disappeared. Why was it that when I was with Shizu-chan, I was able to smile so easily? “As the information broker of Ikebukuro, I should’ve known that they had a new leader… Neo wouldn’t have just started blackmailing me as soon as he became leader…” I wondered aloud, looking at Shizu-chan’s reactions by glancing at his reflections in the window. Most of the humans were gone now, the last of them scurrying off to their little homes. I sighed, leaning my head against the window. “I’ve been slacking off…!” I muttered to myself angrily. I screwed my eyes shut, forcing my head against the glass harder. If I had Shizu-chan’s strength, I would certainly break the glass and jump… Wait… What…?!

D-did I just… I did. I just thought of committing suicide. I shouldn’t be considering that! My mind flashed back to that time I stopped a girl from jumping, when I held her hand, and she stared at the cars, emotionless. Was that girl still alive? I mocked so many people who joined suicide groups… I drugged drinks just to scare people… I was scared of death for so long… Why… Why was I thinking about this?! My sisters… They didn’t want to die, so why would I?! If I killed myself… Would Neo still blow up the city? If he did, I would be sent to hell. If he didn’t, it would’ve been worth it, right? I could feel tears threaten to roll down my cheeks as they welled up in the corners of my eyes. Yes. If I could just jump…

I felt Shizu-chan’s arms snake around my waist.

I jumped a little, but his strong arms held me in place, and were somewhat comforting. “It’s nearly 4:30… We should get some rest…” Shizu-chan muttered, sounding suddenly tired. “How can I sleep when a whole city rests in my hands?” I asked, but Shizu-chan shook his head. “Don’t blame this on yourself. Neo’s the one holding the explosives, and I doubt he’s up. The fucktard doesn’t deserve it, but he’ll be dreaming right now.” Shizu-chan assured, and I closed my eyes as I sighed. “You’re right…” I replied, leaning the back of my head on his chest. Shizu-chan hugged me firmly, then lifted my slightly, making me grip his forearms. “H-hey…” I argued weakly as Shizu-chan walked backwards. I kicked my legs a little, but Shizu-chan just squeezed tighter, making me exhale as he threw me on his bed. “I’ll get you something to sleep in.” He offered. I merely kicked off my shoes, letting them thump to the floor at the foot of the bed. I closed my eyes, snuggling into the mattress, which was surprisingly soft. “I’ll be f-fine in this…” I assured, but Shizu-chan just made a “Psh” sound, and I felt something soft land on my face. “I’m going to get changed in the bathroom… So get changed quickly.” Shizu-chan explained as I sat up, looking at the short-sleeved, grey shirt and loose, dark red pants. I began to unzip my jacket, and I saw Shizu-chan’s face redden just before he slammed the door shut to get changed. I chuckled a little as I sighed. How immature, Shizu-chan~~…! You’re like a teenager trapped in a 22-year-old’s body~~…! I began to unzip my jeans after I slipped on the shirt, which was rather loose. I hope Shizu-chan wasn’t one to dress quickly, or I’d be really rather embarrassed~~. Wait… Dammit, now I‘m acting like a teenager, too! The dull hum of cars zooming past occasionally was rarer than what it had been just a moment ago. It seemed that even the beautiful humans were being affected by the sudden tiredness that had overcome Shizu-chan and I as well. Being the time that it was, this was probably the quietest that this city would get. By 6 o’clock in the morning, people will be mumbling insults at their alarm clocks before setting off to work. Or school. Or whatever. People can say that they’re as individual as they want, but all humans follow the same basic path around here. Wake up, eat, have a shower if they want, school or work, lunch, more school or work, get home, slack off, eat, sleep, and repeat. Every goddamn day.

I slipped on the pants, finding they nearly fell off my hips. I sighed and lied back on the bed, closing my eyes. I could hear Shizu-chan humming slightly. It was relaxing. I heard the door open, followed by Shizu-chan’s footsteps. I kept my eyes closed, because it’d be a pain to open them. I was tired anyway. “Fast fucking flea…” Shizu-chan muttered as he lied down next to me. I pawed the air lazily. “You’re so mean~~…” I muttered, moving to lean my head on Shizu-chan’s chest as he pulled up the covers. “It’s so cold tonight…” I muttered, and he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close as he planted a kiss on my forehead. Why was he so warm? I allowed myself to take in his warmth, and I found that it was so, so relaxing… So soothing…

**Shizuo’s P.O.V** **The next day…**

I opened my eyes slowly, pulling the small, pale body closer to me. He squirmed a bit, but his eyes remained closed, and he inched closer to me, his head on my shoulder…

Wait a sec… WHAT?!

In less than a second, I was out of the bed, staring at the pale persona with confusion, and mild anger. The head of black hair hit the pillow suddenly, and his red eyes snapped open. “Sh-Shizu-chan…?” He asked tiredly as he sat up. “What the hell are you doing in my bed, Izaya?!” I yelled, but he just looked at me, confused. “You made me stay here, remember…?” Izaya asked, but I merely glared at him. “I meant on the couch!” I yelled back, and Izaya yawned as he stood. He gave me that signature smirk, and I felt my eyes narrow. “You didn’t complain about it when you pulled up the covers~~.” Izaya argued, and I looked away, unable to look him directly in the eye. “I was tired, so shut up.” I argued. Izaya merely sighed, walking past me. “That’s so like you, Shizu-chan~~.” He teased, scooping up his jeans and heading into the bathroom. “I’m having a shower, then leaving.” He assured, closing the door. Because I’d had a shower last night, I didn’t intend on having one this morning, anyway. I looked at the calendar, having already forgotten what day it was…


I grinned.

My only day off, and I had Izaya in my house. This was great. I could do whatever the fuck I wanted. I turned my attention to the bathroom door, which I never heard him lock. Who cares! I was strong enough to knock that thing down even if he did lock it. I grinned, listening to the running water. I chuckled a little as I took off my shirt.

This was going to be good…!
Explosive Love in Ikebukuro. Chapter Three.
Part three of my oh-so-long Shizaya fanfiction... 

I still can't believe season two is coming out soon~~! Uh... Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy it.

If you do like it, I suggest you check out my tumblr - - because I post a lot of similar stuff on there.

Angel Blue, out!
Chapter Two: That Escalated Quickly.

I could feel Shizu-chan’s eyes glare into the top of my head. I felt my tears roll down my cheeks, and they hit the tiles with a loud dripping noise. Why did it have to be so loud?! Why did I have to cry in front of him of all people?! I felt like some kind of sad, pathetic high-school girl! I let go of Shizu-chan’s sleeve, letting my heavy arms weigh me down by my sides. My legs were trembling… I wanted to fall down to my knees, but I would never allow myself to do that! I felt something warm under my chin, which seemed soft at first, but it grew strength as it moved, forcing me to look up. Shizu-chan used his thumb and finger to hold my chin roughly, and he looked at me quizzically.

“Why the hell is a flea like you…” Shizu-chan began as I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at him. “Crying like that…?” Shizu-chan finished, his voice low.

I kept my eyes screwed shut, which allowed me to feel myself tremble. “I - I can’t leave, Shizu-chan…” I admitted, and his grip on my chin tightened. “You’re lucky I’m not pissed off today. I’ll refrain from beating the absolute shit out of you. What the fuck are you talking about?” Shizu-chan asked as I screwed my eyes shut, trying to pry away Shizu-chan’s fingers. “Sh-Shizu-chan…! Th-that hurts…!” I stuttered, and nearly fell when the blond let go suddenly. I took a few steps back, trying to decide if I should tell Shizu-chan about Neo. For all I knew, Shizu-chan could be Neo, and I wouldn’t even know because of that stupid voice recognition! Yet again, Shizu-chan wouldn’t force me to go to him like Neo does. Why would Shizu-chan want information on the Dollars if he were a member? Even so, what if Neo found out that I told somebody about him?! About his plans?! My thoughts were interrupted when Shizu-chan grabbed my shoulders forcefully, pinning me to the wall. “Izaya!” He yelled, my head hitting the wall with a thump. I heard something crack, and my head hurt. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. “Oh, shit…! Izaya, I didn’t mean…!” I heard Shizu-chan call out angrily, but he sounded far away. “Shizu…” I began, my head hurting as I began to grow limp. I felt myself fall forward slightly, before my world was submerged in black.

**Shizuo’s P.O.V**


How the hell did I get myself into this situation?! I should’ve just kicked Izaya out of my house when I had the chance…! I shook my head, holding the limp figure in my arms. I sighed, slinging him over my right shoulder, careful not to disturb the bandages on his right arm. I threw him on the couch lazily, looking at the dent in the wall that his thick head had made. You could see that he had been crying… I didn’t like that. Why had he been crying? I never even found out. When his sisters were killed in front of him less than a year ago, yeah, he cried, of course he did, and he cried strongly, like he did now. Nobody had gotten killed, or else it’d be on the news. So… what drove him to this? He didn’t seem sad, no… He looked… scared…?

No, that wasn’t possible. Izaya wasn’t scared of shit. As I mentioned before, throw a vending machine, and this retard just grins. Dammit, he’s only been out for, what, two minutes? I already wanted him to wake up! I needed answers!

Dammit Izaya…. Why are you so confusing…?

**Izaya’s P.O.V**

I felt a phone in my jeans go off. The one on my right pocket was for Izaya, and the one in my left was for Kanra…

Guess which one was going off?

I opened my eyes, only to see Shizu-chan’s mess of dirty hair as he reached into my pocket, pulling out the phone. “H-Hey…!” I protested weakly, but Izaya shook his head. “Oh no you don’t! You’ve been talking in your sleep you damned flea! There’s someone calling on this phone, who is somehow able to scare the shit outta you!” Shizu-chan argued, opening the phone and pressing it to his ear. Knowing Neo, he’d start talking before he got a response. He always did, so Shizu-chan was pretty much about to get the dirt about what’s going on~~! I didn’t want that~~! I reached forward, opening my mouth to protest, but Shizu-chan merely slammed his hand against my mouth with his left hand, and stepped on my stomach with his right foot. I strained my ears, but it was no use. I couldn’t hear what Neo was saying.

I tried to tell what was going on in the conversation by looking at Shizu-chan’s subtle change in facial expressions, and the small bits of dialogue I got from Shizu-chan. Toward the beginning, I got that Neo thought he was talking to me, and I had finally started using a voice changer. Suddenly, Shizu-chan closed the phone and glared at me, his hand still jammed against my mouth. “What the fuck did you get yourself into…?!” Shizu-chan asked, still failing to move his hand away from my mouth. “Mmmhnmnnnm…!” I muffled, not really trying to say anything, so I could point out that I wasn’t able to answer. Instead of removing his hand, however, Shizu-chan merely grinned, pushing his foot harder on my stomach. “Would you look at that? I got the flea reduced to a mumbling mess…” Shizu-chan teased.


Oh, god no!

Shizu-chan felt as if he were in control! No, no, no, no, no! I immediately tried to pry off his hand, but Shizu-chan merely lifted his right hand, grabbing both of my wrists at once as he pinned them above my head. However, in order to do this, Shizu-chan had to put his right knee on by left side, and his left knee on my right, pinning me under his weight. I screwed my eyes shut. “Mmhmmm!” I cried out, and Shizu-chan let out a low, dark chuckle. I had never seen Shizu-chan like this before. He wasn’t doing this because he was pissed off with me, I know that much. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to be able to reduce you to this mess? Now you’re less than a flea!” Shizu-chan teased, and I daringly opened my eyes into slits. Shizu-chan still held my arms with his right hand, but moved his left hand down into my jacket pocket, pulling out one of my two knives, grinning as he threw it over his shoulder. “You won’t be needing this…!” Shizu-chan teased, reaching for my other knife. “St-stop, Shizu-chan, you’re so m-mean~~!” I stuttered. Why was I stuttering? Why was my voice going high? Shizu-chan grinned as he held my own knife to my chest, the thin fabric of my shirt ripping easily, leaving a hole. “That was my intention…!” Shizu-chan threatened, slicing a thin, shallow cut down to my stomach, ripping my shirt in two. Dammit, I felt so weak… My head still hurt, and I felt my face grow hot… Wait… I was blushing?! Why the hell was I blushing?! I shouldn’t be… Should I? No, no, that’s ridiculous! I shouldn’t be experiencing any emotions from this, let alone one such as this! I squirmed underneath Shizu-chan as blood began to run down my chest. “Sh-Shizu-chan… P-please…” I began, but this only seemed to encourage him, as he threw the knife away. “That’s right you little shit, beg…!” Shizu-chan ordered. Usually, I would do no such thing, but I was defenceless, and no moron, either. I knew when I was in over my head. “Shizu-chan, p-p-please… L-let me go~~…!” I begged, but the brute merely pressed more weight onto me, how much did he weigh, anyway?! I cried out in pain, making the blond chuckle. “I could get used to your cries of pain, Izaya.” Shizu-chan teased, making me blush more for some reason. “D-don’t say that…! Y-You sound like a fucking p-p-pervert~~…!” I replied. “Maybe I am a pervert. You ever think of that?” Shizu-chan teased.

Crap, not good, not good! Shizu-chan was a perv! If we were positioned like this…! Not good! I only just considered the fact that I may have a small crush just a few minutes ago! Things can’t go this fast! “Y-yeah, right!” I argued, but Shizu-chan merely grinned, leaning in close to my ear. “Do you have a problem with that…?!” He whispered hoarsely, breathing hot air into my ear. Dammit Shizu-chan, stop! I’m already hot enough as it is! I don’t need you blowing hot air in my ear!

I squirmed around more, trying to free my hands. “St-stop…!” I begged, looking up at him. My eyes were no match for his golden ones, and I was forced to look away. Shizu-chan pressed his lips to my ear, whispering words I never wanted to hear, especially from him~~!

“I’m in love with you, you idiot…!” Shizu-chan whispered angrily.

**Shizuo’s P.O.V**

I heard Izaya gasp at my confession, and his eyes widened. “You don’t believe me, do you…?” I asked, knowing it to be true. That little asshole probably thought that I was just trying to get a reaction, huh? Izaya shook his head. “Y-you’re lying.” Izaya stated. This was the first conversation I’d had with him where he’s lost that annoying chirp in his voice. “I’ll prove it.” I assured, but Izaya seemed to struggle more. “Don’t!” He warned, but I merely grinned. This is what I wanted. To see him squirming underneath me… I won.

I leaned forward, forcing Izaya’s face to look at me with my free hand as I pressed my lips against his.

I heard Izaya moan a little, but I couldn’t tell if it was because he liked it or disliked it. In all honesty, I didn’t care. I was going to do whatever I wanted to him. If he tried to get away, I could just threaten him like how Neo had. It was that simple. I had waited for a long while to have Izaya this way… My patience must have hit its end. I flicked my eyes open slightly, to see if Izaya was still trying to get away. To my mild surprise, he wasn’t. Izaya had closed his eyes lightly, and it took me a moment to realise that he was kissing me back. I felt my grip on his hands loosen, and I let go, moving my fingers through his hair. Izaya’s left hand rested on my shoulder, while his right went to my chest. I felt him fiddling with the buttons on my waistcoat, until it was loose. I pulled away for air, and I looked down at Izaya’s panting face. He looked so cute, so fragile. I grinned as the fingers on his right hand wrapped around my white shirt. “You’re a little eager, don’t you think?” I asked, and Izaya’s face went a bright red. “Sh-shut up…” Izaya protested. What did they call this kind of attitude…? Wasn’t it… Tsundere? Yeah, that was it. Sighing, I removed my shirt, and Izaya snuck glances at my chest, believing that I couldn’t see. Grinning, I pulled him up by the hood of that stupid jacket of his. I pulled off his torn shirt and jacket, kissing him again. Izaya seemed just as shocked as before, but he moved his fingers over my muscles, regardless.

I yanked on his hair slightly with my left hand, forcing my tongue between his closed lips. I felt Izaya try to push away, and I let him this time. He better have a pretty damn good reason to interrupt…!

Izaya winced as more blood leaked from the shallow wound I gave him, and I grinned, keeping eye contact as I leant in, licking the wound. I felt Izaya shudder as I pushed him back onto the lounge. “Sh-Shizuuu~~…!” Izaya called, and I lifted my head, kissing him quickly.

“I thought I told you not to call me that…”
Explosive Love in Ikebukuro. Part Two.
Part Two of my extensive Shizaya fanfic... ugh, I spend way too much time of this...

Well, I can't complain, I love Shizaya, after all~~.

Please leave a comment, and if you like this fic, you might find some other stuff you like on my page :)

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Izaya Orihara
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I am an anime artist. Love what I do, especially since I started getting art stuff for my birthday :) I've been entering in a lot of "young writers" compertitions lately...

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mikunanime712 Featured By Owner Oct 10, 2014  Student General Artist
happy birthday!!! hope you have a good one! :icondeaththekidplz:
Angel-Blue-Anime Featured By Owner Oct 12, 2014  Student Writer
Ah, th-thank you~~!
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FireLightPhoenix Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you very much for the watch! I really appreciate it! :heart:
Angel-Blue-Anime Featured By Owner Dec 2, 2013  Student Writer
N-no worries~~! I love your work
Qaida Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013
Published and a great artist!!! Congratulations :D
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W-wow... Thank you... :)
Qaida Featured By Owner Oct 22, 2013
:D It's a great achievement! Be proud my friend, it's not easy to be published ;)
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All I did was enter a competition...
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