I Need Your Help

[tossingtrashcans]

Shizuo moved around and ruffled the blankets and touched Izaya's shoulder softly. Waiting for a reaction. When he got nothing he reached over for the other.

“We're back at my apartment.” Shizuo said as his hand lightly touched his other shoulder. He jumped back when he heard and saw Izaya's reaction all over his face. He was definitely in pain.

“I'll go and see if I have anything that will dull the ache.” He pulled back and walked out of the room, his hand on his head as he shook it then walked over to the bathroom.

After he mused around in the cupboard for a bit he finally found some sort of pain reliever. He grabbed the bottle and walked out of the bathroom. A few steps into the kitchen, he opened another cupboard and pulled out a glass. He got a bottle of water from the fridge and poured some into the glass then returned the bottle to the fridge.

Walking back to the bedroom, he stopped just before entering. He had Izaya Orihara in his apartment, in his bed. What was going on? What about the world had changed? He sighed then walked in and set the water and two pills down on a small stand by the bed.

“Here are some pain meds and water. I'm pretty sure you'll be in and out of it for a bit. Anything else you need right now?” He offered without thinking about it.

[UndergroundGod]

Shizuo hand’s was warm as the man touched his uninjured shoulder and Izaya found that he actually liked the touch. He liked feeling Shizuo’s hand being gentle—he knew the man was capable of it, but so often, Izaya only saw Shizuo when he was raging, usually because of something Izaya had done. It was nice to see another side to the man, this tender side that had whisked him away from danger, changed him, and then kept him safe and warm in his bed all through the night.

Izaya knew that Shizuo was capable of kindness, he just wasn’t used to being the recipient of it.

And to be honest… Izaya really liked it. This was much better than having a vending machine chucked at his head. The big difference was… that he knew how to get a vending machine thrown at him; he had no clue what had evoked such a response in Shizuo now, though Izaya assumed it had everything to do with Kasuka, and absolutely nothing to do with him. After all, what in the world could he possibly do to mend his relationship with Shizuo? How could he make the man want to nurse him like this for any other reason than his own sake?

Izaya was the only source of information Shizuo had and Shizuo needed to protect that. He had no clue what had transpired at the meeting last night (Izaya was slowly piecing everything together) so if he hadn’t taken Izaya in, he might never find out.

Then Shizuo’s hand touched the injured shoulder, and though the touch was just as light, the pain was sharp and he winced at it, making Shizuo immediately withdraw his hand.

The older man was gone for a few minutes, then returned and set two pills and a glass of water near him on the bed.

But…Izaya wasn’t sure if he could sit up yet. On top of which, even if he could manage to sit up, he wasn’t sure if he could coordinate himself long enough to grab the pills and to bring a glass of water to his lips to drink it. Sure, he could move now, but it was mostly just useless flopping around.

To test it, he tried to lift the uninjured arm to grab the pills; he got about halfway there before his arm dropped to the bed. Yeah, this wasn’t going to work.

Though he was glad that Shizuo had offered him help, he was a bit frustrated that he had to ask for it. He frowned slightly, then sought the words to explain, “Pretty sure… if I grab that water… I’m going to soak everything.”

[tossingtrashcans]

Shizuo raised his eyebrow as he watched Izaya tempt to reach out for the water. A light sigh escapped his lips before he casually shifted around.

“Honestly.” he breathed out.

He grabbed the pill and gave him a weird smile before he slipped the pill into his mouth as his hand reached around under his neck and moved his head back. He took the glass into his hand, suddenly wishing he had a straw, he then tipped it up and let water fall into his mouth slowly before he waited.

After a moment he then helped Izaya take another drink of water, pressing the rim of the glass to his lip and tilting the cup up carefully.

Once he was finished and sure that he had swallowed the pill, he moved back away from sitting on the bed and looked down at Izaya.

“I'm going to go ahead and offer to go get us some food. Is there anything specific that you'd like for me to bri8ng back, or is anything fine?” He asked as he moved farther away and slid the door to his closet open, pulling out a clean outfit from it before he moved it closed. With the garment flung over his shoulder he waited for Izaya's response on the matter of food.

He personally wanted eggs over rice and some morning noodles on the side. Shizuo also made a mental note to pick up milk and some kind of juice. It seemed he might be harboring Izaya here in his apartment for a few days. At least till he could squeeze out the information from Izaya about his brother. Or that was his excuse. He wasn't going to admit to anyone, especially himself that it was nice to have someone else here with him in the apartment.

[UndergroundGod]

When he said the words aloud, he half expected a bitter rebuff. He somewhat expected, now that Shizuo was in a position of power over him (after all, what could Izaya do right now to defend himself other than mumble and flail weakly), for the man to take advantage of this. It seemed he would want to deny Izaya the pain meds, deny him food or warmth or other forms of comfort… But that just wasn’t the case. Here Izaya was lying in clean clothes, beneath a warm blanket, being catered to.

He’d never expected treatment like this—he almost didn’t mind the getting drugged thing so much right now, not if he was going to get this kind of service.

Shizuo’s fingertips touched his lips as he pressed the pill against them, and the feeling made a shiver run down his spine, though he wasn’t sure what it could have been from. He took the pills into his mouth obediently, and waited to see how Shizuo would handle the water situation.

Then the man’s hand crept under his neck and head and, fingers inadvertently in his hair, lifted his head gently off the pillow. Just like the touch to his shoulder, Izaya was surprised at how tender Shizuo was. The rim of the glass pressed softly against his lips and Shizuo tilted it back slowly, allowing Izaya more than enough time to drink properly and swallow the pills. He gladly took the next sip of water offered to him, finding himself actually rather thirsty.

And then, on top of everything else Shizuo was doing for him, he then offered him something to eat. Izaya really felt as though he’d hit the niceness jackpot.

“Something… that requires… very little chewing,” he said tiredly. He didn’t think he’d have the energy for anything that needed him to heavily chew his food.

[tossingtrashcans]

“How about I just bring back some different things then you eat what you think you can handle.” Shizuo said as his shifted the hanger over his shoulder. He nodded to Izaya then headed out of the bedroom.

He tossed his garment into the bathroom before he walked around the kitchen and grabbed something then headed back to the bedroom once more. He pulled the wrapped off then dropped it down into the cup and bent the straw. Having gotten very lucky that even that was in the house.

“Just so you don't go soaking the bed and all.” he said casually then left again.

Once he ducked into the bathroom he sighed and slid the door shut behind him.

After he was out of the shower, he stood before the small mirror and wiped the fog from it with the palm of his hand.

“What am I doing?” He questioned out loud as he then started to brush his teeth, comb his hair and dress. Once he was dry and dressed he walked out of the bathroom then peeked his head into the bedroom.

“I'm leaving. I'll be back as quick as I can. Get some sleep.” Shizuo said then pulled back.

He headed down the hall, sat down and pulled his shoes on then got up, checked his pockets then walked out the door. Locking his behind him.

Shizuo reached up adjusted his sun glasses then headed down the hall, down the steps, out the gate and into town. Still trying to convince himself he was only being nice to the rat bastard cause he had information about his little brother. Oddly enough the more he fought it the more he had trouble believing it. That was something he'd have to deal with later on.

[UndergroundGod]

Shizuo made a very generous offer to just bring back a number of items to let Izaya take his pick, which Izaya thought was fine. He wasn’t sure what he would have the energy or coordination to do in an hour; he certainly didn’t know what he was going to be hungry for by then.

As Shizuo moved around the small apartment (small compared to his own penthouse), Izaya lay still, breathing evenly and listening to Shizuo move around. He followed the sounds of footsteps, doors opening and closing, the shower running and the sounds of towels and clothing and finally Shizuo’s voice telling him that he was heading out.

Finally, as the front door closed, Izaya let out a sigh and relaxed his straining ears.

Talk about sleeping behind enemy lines, he mused to himself with a soft grin as he slowly pulled the covers up around himself. He wasn’t sure if he was tired, exactly, but laying down, closing his eyes, and not trying to move for a while sounded very appealing. If he happened to doze off during that, then so be it. It wasn’t like he had anything else to do, or anywhere to be, at least not until the following evening.

Assuming that the kidnappers acceptance of the money meant they had accept the terms, of course. The whole failed drugging thing (failed only because Izaya wasn’t in the kidnappers’ custody) might have thrown that off, though even in underground terms, if money exchanged hands, the terms were agreed upon, which meant the 72 hour total agreement should be in place.

Either way, he was warm and comfortable and didn’t need to think about that yet. Shizuo had gone to get him food, while nursing him sweetly, and it didn’t take very long for the heady sensation of the pain meds to kick in and numb the ache of his shoulder.

He rolled over onto his good shoulder, his face half against the pillow… and he could smell what must have been Shizuo’s scent all wrapped up in the bedding, and for some reason that was a comfort.

Before he knew it, he was drifting off to sleep.

[tossingtrashcans]

Shizuo walked the streets, his hands shoved into his pocket while a cigarette hung from his mouth. He hadn’t wanted to smoke while he was at his own apartment. At least not right yet. If Izaya was going to be here for much longer he’d at least go out to the balcony and smoke there. It’d be better than having to go without in his own home. However right now he was heading for one of the local stores to pick up food for the both of them. He knew what he wanted, but he’d have to actually shop for food for Izaya then get things for at least the rest of the day. It wasn’t till now that he realized he ate out a lot, not that it costs him all that much really.

He stopped in front of the doors to a local store, his hand up to remove the cigarette from his mouth. He then put it out on the bottom of his shoe then tossed it into the waste bin before he pushed the door open and walked in.

With a quick glance around the place he reached out and grabbed onto a shopping basket and sighed as he started making his way down the first isle.

“What food doesn’t require a lot of chewing?” Shizuo asked himself out loud as he skimmed the shelves. He spotted Jell-O and reached out and grabbed cherry and looked it over. It seemed harmless so he dropped the four pack into the basket then reached out and grabbed the blue berry and tossed it into the basket as well and walked away. He was always more a fan of pudding but Jell-O was a nice substitute for it. Though now that he thought about it, pudding was a nice idea, he’d have to get some of that too.

He wondered down the next isle and stopped then walked back and looked at the soup.

“Little to no chewing.” He said softly, “We could maybe do soup for lunch.” He said softly then reached out and grabbed some ramen with veggies in a cup as well as some American tomato soup and dropped them into the basket and walked on.

Once he found the pudding he blinked, seemed it’d been a while since he’d actually gotten pudding. He grabbed his favorite, vanilla, and tossed it into the basket before he reached for the chocolate and stopped. He grabbed the butterscotch instead and dropped it into the basket as he walked away.

He stopped at the counter in the back of the store and orders two eggs on rice, light on the veggies and some fresh bread. He thanked the woman and placed them down with the other food and sighed before he headed for the check out.

“I wonder what kind of ice cream he likes.” he said out loud softly as he stood there before it. It opened the door reached in and grabbed Chocolate Seduction looked it over and shrugged and tossed it into the basket and headed for the front of the store.
After a bit of stand in line he checked out and then walked out of the store with the food. While he was in line he also grabbed a large bottle of water and two things of milk.

Shizuo took little to no time lighting up a cigarette once he stepped out of the store, he shifted the bags in his hand and headed back to his apartment.

After a rather uneventful trip he walked up to the gate, typed in the code and stepped through. He tossed the bud out into the trashcan and headed up the stairs and down the hallway. It took a little fumbling with his keys before he finally walked into the door.

With the door pulled closed and locked behind him he kicked his shoes off then walked up into the apartment, slid the door open and headed down the hall, straight for the kitchen. He dumped the bags on the table and then started to put things away. He pulled out the rice and egg and set them aside, maybe Izaya’d want his later if nothing else. After the food was all put away he grabbed one of each pudding and one of each Jell-O’s. After he picked up a spoon he headed for the bedroom. He moved the door open with his foot then walked in and froze.

It seemed the darker hair male was asleep. He set the food and spoon down next to the glass of water that sat on the table near the bed. With that done he walked out and closed the door half way before he headed to the kitchen, grabbed his food and chopsticks then sat on the couch, turned on the TV, opened his bottle of milk and started to dig into his food.

[UndergroundGod]

Being asleep, he didn’t have any particular concept of time passing. It was a light sleep, and his head rolled a few times, waking him up, but he would only remain in a hazy consciousness for a few seconds before slipping under again. The time that Shizuo was gone passed in this way, and continued to pass like that for an entire half an hour after Shizuo’s return.

Though the sound of Shizuo returning and sneaking into the room caused him to stir briefly, it didn’t permanently awaken him, as the heady effect of the drugs made it all too easy to just keep on sleeping.

Eventually, he did wake up, feeling slightly more coordinated and alert than before, though only slightly. It was enough to turn his head and see the pile of goodies that Shizuo must have brought into the room for him. He also noticed that the door was partway opened and from the bedroom, he could hear the television from across the small apartment. Shizuo must be close by.

Izaya hated being helpless though. He’d been trained to avoid situations that would require help from others, but… it very much seemed that he’d failed last night. If Shizuo hadn’t been there to rescue him, who knows what would have become of him.

On top of which, Shizuo had dressed him and helped him swallow some pills; the least Izaya could do was try to feed himself. Feeling weak and useless was terrible and he certainly wasn’t used to it. He could appreciate Shizuo’s concern to an extent… but he didn’t want to milk this, and he didn’t want Shizuo to view him as pathetic. Moreover, he couldn’t stand to think of himself as pathetic.

Slowly, and using just one arm, he began to sit himself up. It was a long, sluggish process, especially while trying to remain silent so as not to alert Shizuo, but he inched his way up the bed, propped back against the pillows behind him. Eventually, he managed to get himself to a 45 degree angle, the pillows providing comfortable support, and then it was time for the truly challenging task: eating.

However, with the use of only one arm, this task was virtually impossible. He managed to coordinate himself long enough to grab one of the puddings from the night stand… but he would somehow have to hold the pudding and peel the lid off, and with one arm in pain, using it for anything important was beyond question.

He couldn't give up though; he had to at least try. And so he tried shifting the pudding cup in his lap to the injured arm, intending to hold the cup and pull pack the film with the other hand, but as soon as he tried to lift the arm to his lap, he was stuck with the painful sensation and before he could stop himself, he groaned.

[tossingtrashcans]

Shizuo was on the phone currently explaining things to Tom. He seemed to understand which was good. He had just hung up the phone and got up to head into the kitchen when he heard the loud noise from his bedroom. He placed the milk back into the fridge then walked past the place he'd laid his sunglasses and bow tie. He actually wasn't even wearing his vest at the moment either, his sleeves rolled up and the shirt unbuttoned. It was his home and he had the ability to relax in it if he saw fit.

He reached out and slid the door the rest of the way open and stepped into the bedroom.

“You alright?” he asked casually as he walked over and then sighed at the site of him in pain trying to peal the lid off the cup.

“You need more pain meds, does it hurt that bad?” Shizuo asked as he reached out and took the cup from him then yanked the lid off the pudding and licked the top before he laid it face up on the night stand. He looked to Izaya as he picked up the spoon then dipped it into the jiggly mass and spooned out some. He held the spoon out to Izaya and waited for both a answer and for him to take a bite.

Shizuo did shift a little then sit down on the bed with him, if he was going to feed him he was going to be comfortable while doing it.

In the back of his head he kept trying to convince himself he was doing this purely for the information he had on his brother. But he really knew the reason. He had a weak spot for people that were in physical pain. He knew all to well growing up how hard it was to function with only the use of one arm. Mainly cause he had broken his arm, wrist and shoulder in many places many times. So, he really could help but to help Izaya out. There was no way in a million years he'd ever admit that out loud though. If anyone asked, he did it cause Izaya held information Shizuo wanted on Kasuka. There was nothing more to it then that. Even if he knew better.

He wiggled the spoon a little moving it closer then finally so Izaya didn't have to strain to much to take the bite.

[UndergroundGod]

Izaya jumped a little as Shizuo walked into the room, though he should have known he was coming. There had been a reason for him to make as little noise as possible after all. He knew if he started sounding pained, Shizuo would come in to check on him, and then Izaya would be subject to him helping again.

Though honestly, the lengths to which Shizuo was going for him were just getting more and more extreme.

It started simple enough. Shizuo asked about his wellbeing in a concerned voice and crossed the room towards him. Izaya had even predicted up to him taking the pudding cup from him and opening it. After all, that was a simple and courteous gesture, but surely he would go no further than that. Izaya could probably manage to feed himself, holding the cup in his bad arm, and feeding himself with the good one. He thought he had enough coordination to manage to get the spoon to his mouth, at least.

But that wasn’t where Shizuo stopped. He took the spoon from where Izaya had left it on the nightstand, took a spoonful of pudding… and actually brought it to Izaya’s lips.

All Izaya could do for a long moment was stare at it. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing, that Shizuo was actually feeding him. Izaya hadn’t blackmailed him into it, or even asked him to do it… he just was. This went far beyond just trying to get information out of him, but Izaya was in too much shock to know just how to handle this. A soft pout curled his bottom lip outward slightly as he tried to figure out what to do.

Eating the spoonful would make him feel childish… but it was so hard to resist the urge to give in to what Shizuo was doing for him.

It seemed he was taking too long, as then, Shizuo moved, sitting down next to Izaya on the edge of the bed before extending the spoon to him again, hovering the load of pudding just a centimeter away from his mouth.

His eyes lingered for a moment on the exposed patch of Shizuo’s upper chest. He’d only seen his shirt all buttoned up before, so even that little sneak peak had Izaya’s eyes interested for a bit.

After another moment, Izaya just couldn’t resist any more. He leaned into the spoon slightly and wrapped his lips around it, taking the sweet pudding into his mouth.

[tossingtrashcans]

Shizuo raised both his eye brows and waited. Was it honestly that hard to just eat the damned pudding that he was offering him?

After Izaya had finally taken the bite he nodded then carefully pulled the spoon away from him. He looked down then dipped it back into the pudding cup and held the spoon out to him again.

He suddenly remembered a moment when he was in bed after having broke both his arms and Kasuka spoon feeding him pudding. He had only liked it when Kasuka fed him, cause unlike their mother, Kasuka skipped the airplane noises.

After Izaya took the second bite he looked down again and dipped the spoon back in and pulled out some more, holding that out to Izaya as well.

Shizuo fed him the pudding cup in pretty much silence, aside from the sounds of him scrapping the cup for the last bite did noise finally flow into the room.

“Last one.” he muttered then held it out to Izaya to take. He waited then gave him a half smile before he shifted around set the spoon down on the stand, grabbed the lid then stuffed it into the cup and tossed it into the trash can that was right next to the stand.

“I'll go and get you some more meds, you can judge when to take them yourself.” he got up, grabbed the glass of water and walked out of the room. He seemed to just go on auto pilot, he was taking care of someone. He knew the struggle and he sympathized with them.

Once he had fresh water and meds in hand he headed back tot he bedroom.

Walking in he set them down on the stand then stood up fully. He looked down at Izaya and mentally sighed. I'm doing this for information. Nothing more. He mentally reminded himself.

[UndergroundGod]

And not only did Shizuo feed him a bite of pudding… but he kept feeding him. Spoonful after spoonful, bite after bite, Shizuo kept eagerly feeding him pudding.

With each bite, Izaya’s face grew a hint of a hue darker, until, about halfway through the pudding, the blush on his face was actually noticeable. He felt like… he was being babied, and the emotions that accompanied such an act were very complex.

Because part of him was just embarrassed. The hardcore information broker, the part of him with street cred, the side of him whose name was whispered with fear or disgust… what would people say if they knew Izaya Orihara had been spoon fed pudding by Shizuo Heiwajima? It would be disastrous and Izaya would have to see to it that at least four people were seriously injured in order to gain back that fear that helped him operate on a day to day basis. That was much more work than he felt like putting into rebuilding his street cred.

But, of course, there was another part of him… that really liked this. He liked being treated so nicely by Shizuo, whatever the reason may be. And he hadn’t been babied like this… well, since he was a baby. Izaya’s parents had never been cruel, but they never coddled him either. They hadn’t embraced him, snuggled him, or kissed him. Since the time he was able to feed himself, he had done so. He’d even fed his sisters when they were babes, as much as his parents had. Izaya was, thusly, not used to being spoiled. He wasn’t used to being waited on, or treated in a motherly way. Sure, he had had people run favors for him or do his dirty work… but he’d never been treated like this and there was something… wonderful about it.

He sighed softly and relaxed fully against the pillows as Shizuo left him to fetch more pain medicine and fresh water. After all, Izaya knew why Shizuo was doing all this. He knew his motivations just involved getting the information on what was happening with his brother. So after a round of treatment like that, it was only fair to give Shizuo what he wanted.

When the man reentered the room and stood near him, Izaya finally spoke up, “I think I’ve finally pieced together… what happened last night.”

It was easier to talk now, and though there was still the occasional hesitation, he could at least communicate the story to Shizuo, “Well, to sum it up…” because there wasn’t a point in discussing every detail of the story, “Kasuka’s safe… and they extended the deadline until tomorrow evening at ten. We need… five hundred thousand in small, nonconsecutive, unmarked bills… and we’ll be meeting at warehouse six down near the dock.”

[tossingtrashcans]

Shizuo headed into the bathroom got two more pills then set them on the counter as he got Izaya some cold water. With this being in hand he headed back for the bedroom.

He looked at Izaya then carefully set the pills and glass of water down as he spoke. He blinked and nodded as he sat down on the bed where he had sat before and then looked down. You could see the relief wash over his entire body. His brother was safe.

“Kasuka...is safe.” he muttered to himself then leaned forward and laid his head in his hands. He forgot that Izaya was there for a moment. He sat up then rubbed his face as he turned and looked at Izaya's face once again.

“Thanks.” Shizuo muttered to him. He looked back out in front of him and sighed as he rubbed his knees.

His little brother was safe and things were going to be dealt with and everything was going to be fine. There was nothing to worry about, nothing except-.

He turned and looked back at Izaya out of the corner of his eyes. He had him to deal with. Shizuo just could help but feel bad for him and the pain he was in. He made a agreement with himself to help Izaya as long as Izaya was helping him, it'd be the extra payment that Izaya was cutting off the fee. Either way, he'd feel a little better about helping now since Izaya really had almost no one else to go to. With that set in his mind he shifted a little to face Izaya better.

“Did you need help taking those, or you go it this time?” Shizuo asked him softly.

[UndergroundGod]

But before Izaya could answer the man, Shizuo’s phone rang. The blond glanced at it and announced it was the kidnappers, then flipped it open and put it on speaker for the both of them to hear. Luckily, it wasn’t a particularly threatening call and Shizuo just had to confirm the information on the ransom (like the amount of the money and the drop off place) that Izaya just told him.

It was a quick conversation and it ended peacefully, agreeing that they would meet up at the warehouse the next night with the money in tow.

Izaya figured he would have to be the one to get the money together. He didn’t know how much money Shizuo made on a regular basis, but he couldn’t help but feel that the kidnapper had made a grave error in asking Shizuo to supply the money. If what Izaya had seen of Shizuo’s apartment was any indication… well, the place wasn’t exactly a hole in the wall, but it was much closer to that than it was to Izaya’s penthouse apartment. Izaya supposed a nice word for the place was cozy.

Regardless, the chances of Shizuo having a half a million dollars in cash lying around were slim to none. Before the meeting the following night, Izaya would have to grab the money from his own apartment and get it together for the meet up. He sincerely hoped that everything would work out though. Losing a half a million dollars just to get Shizuo’s brother back was not something he intended on letting happen.

If he was going to save his money, though… he was going to need some sort of upper hand. With the information he had right now, he didn’t have anything of the sort. His usually wealth of information was bone dry at the moment, and though Izaya could venture a few guesses as to why, it didn’t help him have any advantage in this upcoming situation. What he needed… was a plan. He needed information that he apparently wasn’t privy to.

After hanging up, Shizuo helped Izaya take a second dose of the medicine, and it wasn’t long before Izaya began to nod off again. He slept for another two hours, and the next time he woke up, his shoulder still hurt, but he was feeling noticeably more alert and found that when he moved his legs over the side of the bed, he could stand on his own. Carefully, he made his way to the bedroom door; he wanted to shower, which meant he would need to borrow a towel and for that, he needed to talk to Shizuo.

Luckily, he didn’t need to look far. As soon as he opened the door, he found Shizuo on the couch and he called his attention softly. “Hey. Mind if I take a shower? It should help me wake up.”

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Shizuo blinked and had answered the phone. He was actually rather glad that Izaya was there to rein him in. Had it just been him he would have hung up and or done something else very dumb. He always seemed to act first and ask questions later. Bad habit he supposed.

Once things with the kidnappers were settled and thing were agreed a upon, he helped Izaya with another doze of meds. He Stuck around and waited till he nodded off. He was then that Shizuo got up, grabbed his phone and walked out of the room.

Shizuo walked over to the balcony door and slid it open. He stepped out and closed it behind him. He then processed to smoke. He didn't want to risk the smell in waking Izaya up. Three cigarettes later he walked back into the apartment and sat on the couch. He flipped through some channels before he finally found something slightly interesting to watch.

It was shortly after that his phone rang again. This time it was just Tom, his boss. He answered it and was thankful for his boss checking in on the brother situation. After talking to him a bit, he hung up and set the phone on the coffee table. It was a little after that, that he kind of dozed off. He woke up and fumbled around the couch a bit then looked up and sat Izaya standing there. Um, words. What did Izaya say? Something about water. Shower?

“Oh um, yea.” Shizuo said then got up and ran his hand through his hair. He needed to dye it again soon, but that's wait till later. He walked down the hall and on the other side of the hallway across from bedroom was the bathroom. He pushed the door open and then flipped the light on.

He walked in and got out a towel and wash cloth and set them on the counter and walked out.

“Go a head and use anything that is in there. If you need anything else just yell.” Shizuo said then as he stood in the hallway, looking Izaya over. He was still in some of his smaller clothes that even those looked a little big on him.