Instincts

Chapter eight

As Izaya slept there seemed to be nothing that could possibly go wrong anymore. His wounds were healing, he was away from that island, and he had Shizuo to protect him. His life was getting better without a doubt.

But sometimes; you're wrong.

Off the coast of Japan there was still a furious woman, plotting her revenge.

"I don't give a fuck if he escaped and killed half of our guards! I want that dragon to pay for what he's done! I don't care what you do to him; skin him, eat him, turn him into a couch- I don't care as long as he's good and dead." The deadly guard yelled at the doctors she was meeting with. They all had said that they couldn't kill Izaya; him being their test subject. That of course enraged her more.

Zinnia burst out of the large metal doors and stormed down the snow white hall, her black ponytail whipping around in the air like the tail of an agitated panther. She glared at the doctors and other guards with her gold, catlike pupils.

"If you want to do something right, you have to do it yourself." She growled to herself.
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Izaya awoke with a growling stomach. He hadn't been hungry due to the fact he had been sleeping instead of burning energy the past few days. He walked down the wooden stairs, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. His blonde caretaker was at a desk writing on papers. Izaya walked up to him from behind before moving around the chair to lay in Shizuo's lap. The blonde man looked down at him.

"Hey there sleepyhead. Whatcha doin'?"

"Shizu-chan I'm hungry." Izaya pouted, using his newfound nickname for Shizuo.

"Well, what do you want? You need some kind of meat according to the papers, but it's too late for me to cook steak. And I'm not sure a Big Mac from McDonald's is a good idea. . ."

Izaya's stomach growled once again. If the dragon didn't eat something soon his stomach acids would start eating him instead.

". . .How about sushi? Do you like fish?"

"I've never had fish."

"Hmm, well you will soon. I'm going to go to Russia sushi and get some. You stay put okay? I mean it Izaya."

The dragon pouted like a small child before sighing. "Okay Shizu-chan." The raven gave the blonde a quick kiss on the cheek. Shizuo smiled and picked Izaya up from his lap. He set Izaya down on the chair he was previously sitting in and walked over to the door.

"I'll be back soon." And with that the blonde left.

Izaya was all alone.

A dragon, all alone, in an apartment, which was quite a small space.

Oh dear. . .
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Shizuo didn't really know what exactly to get Izaya so he settled on fatty tuna, hoping a dragon would like it or that it wouldn't poison him at least. But according to Shinra it most likely wouldn't. There was still always that one little chance though; the one that itches you until it's scratched. The blonde man took his keys out of his pocket when he arrived at his apartment. He unlocked the oak wood door and walked inside, only to be greeted with an absolutely terrible mess.

"Jesus Christ, it looks like a fucking tornado came through here. Holy shit," He cussed, looking around at the ripped sofa along with pillows scattered across the floor, articles of clothing laying in piles everywhere, broken CDs, broken glass, and scratches all over the wooden floor.

Worst part being Izaya was out of sight.

Shizuo heard a series of whimpers coming from his bedroom. The brown eyed man set the food on the kitchen counter then went out to the living room and walked up the steps. He knocked politely on his bedroom door before opening it.