Taking Flight [Hold]

Chapter 6

  They landed just down the road from Shizuo's childhood home and the blonde was practically strangling Izaya as they walked towards the house. Izaya had his jacket back on, thankful for the chilly air as he kept his wings pressed against him despite the pain.

  "Look, flea, my dad isn't home and my ma is the only one there. I haven't seen her in a while so don't make an ass of yourself while you're there, got it?" Shizuo held his finger in Izaya's face and the informant only rolled his eyes.

  "Despite what you may believe, I know how to behave. I'm not some uncultured oaf." Izaya pushed Shizuo's hand out of his face and started walking a bit faster towards the house. Shizuo followed up behind him.

  "I only told her that I had a friend with me, she might act a bit-" Izaya cut him off before he could speak.

  "Surprised? Trust me, I would be too." Shizuo growled, grabbing his shoulder and injured wing in his hand. Izaya let out an involuntary yelp, causing Shizuo to move his hand away from Izaya. He seemed a bit sorry, but held his finger in Izaya's face anyway.

  "Watch your mouth. I'm not kicking your smarmy little ass right now because-"

  "'Those things back there are after you too.' I know, I know. You just keep repeating yourself." He snapped a bit, but all with good reason. He had been listening to Shizuo complain since they started their flight to his parent's home and he was injured, which was still bleeding he may add because he kept reopening the wound as they flew.

  All he wanted was for Shizuo to call Shinra so he could leave, but it seemed like he wasn't going to get his wish just yet. It would seem he had to hang around Shizuo's parents until Shinra got there, which would probably take forever.

  They walked in silence, Shizuo had already assured him they were close to his childhood dwelling. "What the Fuck is the difference between going to Shinra's house to get fixed up and coming with me anyway? I'd rather not put up with your annoying ass." Shizuo was trying so hard to sound more annoyed than curious, but Izaya could easily pick out the differences in his tone.

  He had to admit, when the vending machine was taken out the equation and a life threatening secret was added in, Shizuo wasn't to bad to talk to.

  "Well, first off, I actually like Shinra. Believe it or not, I consider him a... friend. I don't have many of those, as you already know." Shizuo nodded with Izaya's statement.

  "Trust me, everyone does." Izaya gave him a weak glare, not willing to put up the effort to actually have force behind it.

  "Anyway, another reason is that he lives a lot closer to my house- which would easily give away my location. At least here it is far enough out that we wouldn't be followed easily." Izaya took to looking at the house along the road, all of them having that special home feeling to them.

  "Okay, makes sense. I guess." Shizuo had been dangling an unused cigarette in between his lips as they walked and Izaya had taken to trying to figure out why. He had com to the conclusion that it was out of mere habit, or Shizuo had simply forgotten to light it. Either way, he was glad that Shizuo had enough decency to not smoke around a nonsmoker.

  "So, anyway... When we get there I can just disappear into the back or whatever and you can call Shinra. Once he comes and fixes me up, I'll be on my way. No need for us to interact more than we need to." Izaya heard the blonde next to him bellow out a laugh. It was rather loud, deep and, surprisingly enough, genuine.

  "That's true enough. I'll call Shinra as soon as we get over there. I don't want you to actually hold a conversation with my ma." He had a grin plastered to his face (a nice grin not the "I'm going to kill you any enjoy it" grin), and Izaya couldn't help but, notice it fit his face rather nicely.

  Wait, what. No. Blood loss is driving me crazy. His body betrayed his mind as he looked back over to Shizuo, a small disappointment setting in his chest when he notice his grin was gone. Yeah, blood loss.

  Once they got to the door, Shizuo's grin had officially turned into a frown as he knocked.

  Izaya waited patiently and quietly, honestly curious to see what Shizuo's mother was like- having never actually see or meet her face to face before. He was sure she knew a lot about him, given that Shizuo wasn't exactly the quietest person who he was angry.

  He never expected who came to the door, almost demanding to get Shizuo's birth certificate check, because the little, graying brunette woman that smelled like backing cookies and peppermint was in no possible Shizuo Heiwajima's mother.

  She greeted her son with the biggest smile possible and a hug that actually made she seem like she was still bugged than he was, despite a foot in height difference. And Shizuo seemed genuinely happy to see her as well, a sweet smile was plastered on his face (which Izaya concluded was his favorite facial expression on the other.

  The woman shuffled them both inside and before Izaya could bee line for the bathroom, he was pushed into the kitchen by Shizuo's mother. He sat down at the table, as she had insisted as Shizuo walked off to use the phone.

  "So, you're the famous Izaya? No offence, but I expected someone a little... bigger I guess. Are you hungry, dear?" Before he could decline she was already in the refrigerator, gathering food. "We need to put some meat on those bones."

  "Actually, I have a very fast metabolism. If I were to eat now it would be like-" She slammed a pitcher of ice cold water on the table, effectively making Izaya shut his mouth.

  "No excuses. I have some left over spaghetti that will have to do, okay, dear?" Izaya nodded and she smiled pleasantly as she began to heat up the food. "Anyway, about you and my baby, what's the real story? I mean, you don't just up and try to kill someone, right?"

  Izaya stayed at the table and smirked some, shaking his head a bit. "I've had an... interesting life, to say the least. I never meant to actually kill Shizuo... This sounds horrible, but I always found it fun- I still do. Running away with Shizuo, going toe-to-toe with the strongest man in Ikebukuro... it has a special... adrenaline rush to it you can't find anywhere else..."

  She nodded along to his words, taking in every detail as if she was use to hearing rambling, which she was with Shizuo. It wasn't long before he had a plate of food in front of him and she patted his back.

  "Eat up." She simply stated and Izaya nodded, freezing when she kissed the top of his head so... motherly. It was about then that Sizuo came in and rolled his eyes at the plate of food in front of the brunette.

  "Ma, you can't try to fatten up everyone that comes over." His mother huffed at bit, smiling up at her son and patted his arm before smiling towards Izaya and going in the other room.

  Shizuo looked at Izaya as the smaller male began eating and sighed some. "Shinra said he's on his way. Once he gets here. You can be about your merry way,flea."

  It was good news, he could leave soon... but why did he feel sad? He didn't know.