Will you stay? - Shizaya

My Kitchen...

When Izaya woke up he could smell something burning, and something else...rushing down the hall Izaya froze when he saw the kitchen.

"Shizu-chan?" asked Izaya in surprise, the kitchen was dirtied, food items (and a milk carton) were burning on the stove, fridge open, cracked eggs on the counter, and in the middle of it all was Shizu-chan.

Shizuo looked up with surprise, "You're up already!"

What it just Izaya, or was the monster blushing?

"I was just making you some food," the ex-bartender growled, scuffing his feet.

Izaya just blinked, and blinked again.

"I'll pick up the mess-" started Shizuo but was cut off by a wonderful sound.

"Hahahah...hehehe," Izaya was laughing, clutching his stomach and laughing. Not a sadistic laugh, but one of enjoyment, joy; whatever he was laughing about. Shizuo thought it was the purest sounding noise he had ever heard.

"Hahaha...I'll cook, what do you want?" asked Izaya, shaking his head, and limped into the kitchen. His bandaged working quickly as he turned off the stove, and then choked back more laughter, "Why is the milk carton in the pot?"

Shizuo pushed up his sun-glasses and muttered, "The directions called for one carton of milk...who am I to question it?"

"Idiot," Izaya muttered, quickly putting the carton of eggs away, along with any other item that was left out.

Shizuo quietly worked on cleaning up the egg mess, and anything burning.

"You're good at cleaning, you have to up a lot?" Shizuo asked, meaning for the question to be harmless.

"Since I live by myself, no not really. But when my sister come over-" Izaya cut off himself, and swallowed, his throat feeling as if it is was being blocked.

"Izaya?" Shizuo asked, not realizing the pain Izaya was in.

Izaya who had been facing away from Shizuo, turned a closed eyed smile plastered on his face, "Yes, when my sisters come over they leave a huge mess all over the place."

"Izaya...?" Shizuo asked.

"You pretty much destroyed the fridge, so I'm going to go shopping...make yourself at home!" Izaya said, trying to keep his voice from cracking, and from his smile from fading.

"Izaya-" Shizuo caught Izaya's wrist, but the smaller male yanked his wrist away with a yelp and snapped, "In fact, you should leave!"

Shizuo grabbed Izaya's wrist and replied back, tightening his grip, "Izaya, what's wrong."

"Let. Go." Izaya growled, not turning around to look at Shizuo, he kept his head down, shoulders hunched, his arm behind him being held by the bartender who wasn't a bartender.

"No, I'm done with letting you run away," Shizuo said calmly.

Izaya's shoulders shook, "Why do you have to be like this? Why can't you see I don't want you see me like this. Weak, pathetic, a disgrace."

"Izaya-"

"Are you here just to watch me be in pain? Do you enjoy that? But who wouldn't...?" Izaya laughed without humor, "...I've messed up pretty bad," tears were forming in his eyes, as he continued to rant on, "I guess what I got what I had coming for me when my sisters were murdered. I messed up, and they paid the price..." Izaya couldn't continue; tears were streaming down his face.

Shizuo stood stalk still, not sure what was going on with the flea, and his grip slacked just slightly.

Izaya ripped his hand away and spun around, his eyes filled with tears, and even more running down his face.

Shizuo hadn't seen he had been crying, and was shocked to see what he saw. The sadistic information broker, Izaya, was actually crying.

"So are you just here to satisfy your wishes of seeing me in pain?!" shouted Izaya.

Shizuo started to walked forward, but Izaya backed away, his tear filled eyes, widened with fear. It hurt to see Shizuo to see the flea run away from him like this.

So Shizuo walked forward, hating every flinch Izaya did , until the emotastic haired male was up against the wall. Shizuo put both of his hands beside each side the flea's head, and moved his face closer and breathed, "Izaya, let it out, I know you're in pain over your sisters' deaths."

Izaya, looked away, not wanting to meet the eyes of Shizuo, and denied, "I'm fine now..."

"Danm it all! No you're not!" Shizuo shouted.

Izaya flinched away, and tried to back away farther; wishing the wall would just open up and let him escape.

Shizuo saw the flinch, and put a hand on the flea's cheek.

Izaya turned his head away, but Shizuo just caught the small chin, and forced the owner's head towards him, whispering softly, "Izaya, look at me in the eyes, and tell me that you're fine."

No matter how hard Izaya willed himself he couldn't meet the blue eyes of Shizuo.

"See?" Shizuo teased softly, very slowly, so he wouldn't startled the younger male, wrapped his arms around him. Being extremely gentle to avoid hurting the broker, Shizuo hugged a bit tighter, and rested his chin on top of Izaya's soft hair.

Izaya's tears ran freely now, shoulders shaking, but no sound came out of his sealed lips.

"Izaya, let it out," Shizuo whispered.

"N-n-not n-now," stuttered Izaya, his voice hoarse, "Shizu-chan..." Izaya wrapped his arms around Shizuo's neck, and buried his head in the crook of the BWWAB's neck.

"Later, don't avoid it," Shizuo sighed; closing his eyes.

"Is it all right i-i-if w-we stay like t-this? J-just for a-a b-b-bit?" Izaya asked.

"That would be enjoyable," Shizuo chuckled.

"Thank you," Izaya whispered, his own eyes closing; exhausted emotionally and mentally. And it was just a matter of time until he fell asleep in Shizuo's warm arms.