"Mm...''
Izaya awoke and rubbed his stomach. He was really hungry. And then he remembered why that was. He glared at Shizuo.
Damn it! I let him do me in the middle of the day. When was I such a slut?
Frowning, Izaya got out of bed to take a shower. It was already almost time for dinner. He got dressed and decided to just order dinner. The informant didn't want a certain someone to make a move on him again.
After 15 minutes, the pizza delivery man came and had Izaya retrieve the pizza. It smelled cheesy, and he hadn't had one in a while.
He walked into the bedroom.
"Hey, Shizu-chan! Wake up!''
Izaya kicked the blonde, who in turn groaned and, realizing it was his flea, glared.
He then backed two steps, unaware of what he might do.
Instead, the bartender just got up to take a shower as well.
Izaya stared at his naked body, realizing that they were 'one' just a few hours ago. His face reddened when his eyes landed on Shizuo's member, and Izaya turned away quickly.
"Hurry and shower!''
I can't believe something like that fit into me...
"Ok, ok, I got it.''
Izaya waited for Shizuo to finish dressing and led him to their dinner.
"I was looking foward to your cooking.''
Izaya swallowed, and said,
"It's someone's fault I didn't.''
Upon seeing Shizuo's confused face, Izaya grew annoyed and let out,
"You thick-headed good for nothing.''
Shizuo simply grinned menacingly.
The strange duo ate their pizza and sat on the sofa, bloated.
"Hey, flea.''
"...''
"Introduce me to a job.''
"Hah? A job? When you can't speak English?''
"It doesn't have to earn a lot. Like manual labor. Something that doesn't require English.''
"Forget it. You'll just cause unecessary trouble in America as well.''
Shizuo flinched, and Izaya regretted putting the words that way.
"Still, I don't want to let you support me. I'll feel like shit.''
Wow. That made me angry. After all, he was the one who barged in and said he would live with me!
"I hope you know you'd die on the streets without me.''
Shizuo stared at him.
"I'm sure I'd survive somehow.''
"Don't get cocky! This is America, where you don't know anything! Stop butting in to where you don't belong.''
The bartender's anger visibly grew as he arubtly stood up and said,
"You damned flea.''
With this, he walked out, leaving Izaya in the apartment.
He placed his head in his hands and breathed a deep sigh.
