Explosive Love in Ikebukuro, Chapter Two: That Escalated Quickly.

I could feel Shizu-chan’s eyes glare into the top of my head. I felt my tears roll down my cheeks, and they hit the tiles with a loud dripping noise. Why did it have to be so loud?! Why did I have to cry in front of him of all people?! I felt like some kind of sad, pathetic high-school girl! I let go of Shizu-chan’s sleeve, letting my heavy arms weigh me down by my sides. My legs were trembling… I wanted to fall down to my knees, but I would never allow myself to do that! I felt something warm under my chin, which seemed soft at first, but it grew strength as it moved, forcing me to look up. Shizu-chan used his thumb and finger to hold my chin roughly, and he looked at me quizzically.

“Why the hell is a flea like you…” Shizu-chan began as I closed my eyes, not wanting to look at him. “Crying like that…?” Shizu-chan finished, his voice low.

I kept my eyes screwed shut, which allowed me to feel myself tremble. “I - I can’t leave, Shizu-chan…” I admitted, and his grip on my chin tightened. “You’re lucky I’m not pissed off today. I’ll refrain from beating the absolute shit out of you. What the fuck are you talking about?” Shizu-chan asked as I screwed my eyes shut, trying to pry away Shizu-chan’s fingers. “Sh-Shizu-chan…! Th-that hurts…!” I stuttered, and nearly fell when the blond let go suddenly. I took a few steps back, trying to decide if I should tell Shizu-chan about Neo. For all I knew, Shizu-chan could be Neo, and I wouldn’t even know because of that stupid voice recognition! Yet again, Shizu-chan wouldn’t force me to go to him like Neo does. Why would Shizu-chan want information on the Dollars if he were a member? Even so, what if Neo found out that I told somebody about him?! About his plans?! My thoughts were interrupted when Shizu-chan grabbed my shoulders forcefully, pinning me to the wall. “Izaya!” He yelled, my head hitting the wall with a thump. I heard something crack, and my head hurt. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. “Oh, shit…! Izaya, I didn’t mean…!” I heard Shizu-chan call out angrily, but he sounded far away. “Shizu…” I began, my head hurting as I began to grow limp. I felt myself fall forward slightly, before my world was submerged in black.

**Shizuo’s P.O.V**

Shit!

How the hell did I get myself into this situation?! I should’ve just kicked Izaya out of my house when I had the chance…! I shook my head, holding the limp figure in my arms. I sighed, slinging him over my right shoulder, careful not to disturb the bandages on his right arm. I threw him on the couch lazily, looking at the dent in the wall that his thick head had made. You could see that he had been crying… I didn’t like that. Why had he been crying? I never even found out. When his sisters were killed in front of him less than a year ago, yeah, he cried, of course he did, and he cried strongly, like he did now. Nobody had gotten killed, or else it’d be on the news. So… what drove him to this? He didn’t seem sad, no… He looked… scared…?

No, that wasn’t possible. Izaya wasn’t scared of shit. As I mentioned before, throw a vending machine, and this retard just grins. Dammit, he’s only been out for, what, two minutes? I already wanted him to wake up! I needed answers!

Dammit Izaya…. Why are you so confusing…?

**Izaya’s P.O.V**

I felt a phone in my jeans go off. The one on my right pocket was for Izaya, and the one in my left was for Kanra…