Getting Better

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(Just as a quick warning, this chapter and possibly a few more wil be in Izaya's POV... Sorta. Also, if any of you guys want the next chapter or a few later to be a lemon, please comment! Otherwise I'll just choose on my own. Thanks! I've also gotten more views than I thought I ever would. It makes me extremely happy! Sayonara :3)

Everything was hot, humid and dark. I didn't know what was happening but I could hear someone else speaking gently. They took care of me, kindly dealing with whatever went on in the outside world. I was perplexed; who'd take the time willingly care for me, Izaya Orihara? I find it amusing, anybody caring about me. My parents left me and my two younger sisters to fend for ourselves, after all. I remember how, throughout all of my years in highschool, I always did my best to make up for their absence. The very thought of it made my stomache turn; they left us to fend for our own. I know I could never forget that... Nobody should care about the likes of me...

Izaya opened a crimson eye, looking around the darknede bedroom. For the first few milliseconds he was calm but emmediately shot up from his bed, hearing another persons steady breathing. He looked over, seeing a peaceful brute with dyed blonde hair.

"He stayed with me..?" Izaya though aloud, throwing his legs off the side of the bed to sit up and get a better look at the sleeping single-celled organism.

Now, Izaya never expected this. The one man who hated him the most, sleeping in his bed, next to him. Did he take... care of Izaya without trying to murder him? Izaya certainly hadn't expected the one to probably dance happily upon his grave to carefor him.The look on his face was so care-free and calm... It gave Izaya unexplainable emotions that wracked his spine. It really scared Izaya; the one person who he thought hated him did something un-beneficial for his enemy.

"Damn, Shizu-Chan is kinda cute when he sleeps..." Izaya smiles, covering Shizuo up with the blanket even more and walking out of the room, running his fingers through his hair.

"...What the hell do I do now?"

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