Parents (Shizaya fanfiction)

Chapter 2

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They reached the shabby apartment after only about 5 minutes of walking.

There wasn't even any talking during the trip, just the occasional shift of Miya, clinging tighter to the raven's shirt. It was almost unsettling how quiet it was.

Izaya hadn't even make a snide remark about Shizuo's home when he was let in. He just took of his coat and hung it over his shoulder trying not to disturb the sleeping baby he was cradling.

"If she still seems cold, You can go put her in my bed," Shizuo told his guest and gestured to the door down the hall. Izaya walked in the directed direction and reached an average, wood door. He turned the knob and it opened easily, only creaking a small bit. The light switch beside the door frame was flicked up, illuminating the bedroom.

It wasn't very big, but it wasn't too small either. The informant walked over beside the bed, pulling back the surprisingly soft covers before going to place the girl down. She opened her eyes slightly, and only clung tighter to the man. He managed to lift her off of himself and set her down, his coat being pulled off by her small but steady grip. He tucked her in and decided it'd be best to let her keep it for now. She hugged his coat close and Izaya couldn't deny that it was, really, quite adorable.

He quietly walked away from the bed and flicked back off the lights, closing the door gently. He came back out to see Shizuo fiddling in the kitchen.

"What do babies eat, anyway?" He asked.

The raven looked down, thinking a bit.

"Maybe... soft foods?"

"That makes sense," the blond opened a near cupboard, "this should be okay," he held up a can of soup, prying off the tab with ease.

A thought came to the informant's mind.

Why is he so okay with this?

Shizuo turned on the stove, setting down a pot and pouring the soup in, along with some water. His guest calmly sitting down on one of two chairs positioned in front of a small table, observing their surroundings. For the first time in his life, the raven felt at a loss. He honestly didn't have a plan for this.

I definitely can't take care of her by myself, he thought, does that mean... Shizuo and I... will have to be...?

"Nice place you got here; not that I haven't seen it before," Izaya spoke sarcastically, thoughts still buzzing but putting back on his usual attitude.

"Can't say I'm surprised," Shizuo said, rolling his eyes.

"But what did surprise me, was that whole display... I didn't know you had a soft spot for the innocent, Flea," he added.

"Well I don't usually. I guess you just caught a truly rare sight, Shizu-chan, you should feel honoured," the replier teased.

The delicious smell of the steaming soup quickly filled the room, the scent of umami seeping from the pot, and reaching the noses of the beings in the house. After a moment of pure quiet, a sharp cry quickly shocked the peaceful atmosphere. It startled the two men for a moment, before they quickly realized what was wrong. Miya did look very thin, she was probably starving; and now she smelled the simmering pot.

"I'll go get her," the info-broker said, sighing and picking himself up to head towards the troubled infant.

The whines stopped and Shizuo saw his rival emerge with the baby cradled in his arms. He was rocking her gently back and forth, it was almost like she was meant to be there.

Weird. They look so natural together, the observer thought, watching Izaya and the small girl approach the table. It was a strange thought, but it definitely wasn't untrue.

The raven sat back at the table and sat Miya on his lap. She and her holder stared intently at Shizuo, who to Izaya's surprise, was now filling three bowls with three spoons with the vegetable soup. The blond place the bowls down, hesitantly placing one in front of his nemesis, earning a smirk.

"Why thank you, Shizu-chan, how considerate," he chuckled.

"Yeah, well don't get used to it," Shizuo grumbled, sitting down to eat his own soup. He watched as his enemy spoon fed the child with what looked like a soft smile. A warm feeling came over him. Izaya had never once acted this way to anyone throughout all the time they've known each other.

So he can be caring? The blond thought, but why to this girl?

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