Yes I mean you, Yumi… xD

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-Note- A bit in a rush so it's crackish, but wanted to get this done…

Izaya rubbed his eyes with one hand, and opened them again.

Shizuo was still there, sitting pointedly next to his bed. The door to the brunette's room remained unhinged and lopsidedly adjacent to the floor; he feared the same for the front entrance as well, judging from the breeze that made its way over.

The blonde glared, looking unusually tense as he acknowledged the dumbfounded male. "Morning."

Izaya didn't reply. Instead, he just gazed at the spectacle, and decided he was still lost somewhere in his dreams. Digging for the knife he kept under his mattress, he flicked it open and proceeded to stab the giant. Shizuo winced and groaned, slapping the metal aside.

"What?" The blonde growled, irritated.

"That…" Izaya slipped off the side of his bed and carefully tread over broken bits of wood and nails that had once been part of the door. "Is what I want to ask you."

Shizuo raised his brows, obviously not understanding the question. The informer exhaled slowly, reminding himself that what he was facing right now was no ordinary human. Yes, a simple minded organism that lacked a great deal in common sense.

"Why," Izaya tried again, his words painfully slow and dripping in malice. "Are you…here?"

The debt collector's eyes instantly flew towards his rival's right side. The fluttering black sleeve of the brunette's pajama shirt seemed to bother him a great deal. Just as slow, but without any sign of malice, he spoke. "I just thought…you know, it'd be inconvenient since you just left Shinra's place. So I uh…um, it's not like I was worried. I just thought…"

"Get out."

[So you were worried about Izaya?] Celty spoke through her computer, sitting at the same table they had been yesterday. She flinched when Shizuo pounded into the surface, leaving visible cracks on the metal.

"I thought I said I wasn't," he denied.

Just then, Shinra burst through the door and wobbled towards them, his lab coat swishing violently by his knees. It didn't seem like he realized his childhood friend's presence, as shining eyes locked onto his girlfriend. Flinging his arms open wide and latching himself on, he spoke with delight. "Cellllltttyyyy! I'm home~ I missed you, my sweet honey!"

The embarrassed dullahan patted the underground doctor gently, before shoving him into a seat. Shizuo pursed his lips into one white line, drilling the table unconsciously with his nails. Shinra finally seemed to notice him and smiled awkwardly, watching his furniture being carved by bare hands.

"Hey Shizuo-kun," he spoke cautiously, watching the light reflect off his own glasses to the wall.

Celty replaced her fingers onto the keyboard in attempts to break the tension. [You just came here after that?]

"No…"

"I don't want this," Izaya pushed a plate of what looked like burnt quiche back towards the cook. The informer swore he never told the blonde that he could use the kitchen, let alone make him breakfast, if they could call it that.

Shizuo glared angrily at the uneaten food, and the brunette could sense the disappointment radiating from him. Izaya momentarily wondered if the other came here to poison him, but he didn't think that this protozoan was capable of thinking that up by himself. Besides, if Shizuo wanted to kill him, there were much easier ways now that they both realized how simple it was to just break through the door and assault him in his sleep. The informer was stumped as to why he was still alive and was being offered food. Also, why would anyone eat something as heavy as quiche for breakfast. Where did he even learn how to make that?

"What, you saying you can't eat what I cooked?" The blonde picked up the plate ready to force it down someone's throat.

"Obviously…" Izaya shrugged sarcastically. "If you want to poison me, you need to find something more appetizing."

Shizuo seemed surprised at the statement, as he lowered the food. "Oh. So that's what you think this is?"

The debt collector picked up an utensil and scooped up a corner of the dish. He put the piece of food into his own mouth and shoved the rest back into the brunette's face.

Sighing in defeat, Izaya cried out, "That's not the point!"

Getting up from his seat, the informer strode up to the other male and clutched the ribbon around his neck. Shaking him with all the strength he could muster, he asked. "Don't you hate me? Don't you want to kill me? Come on, I'm right in front of you. I'm supposed to be annoying. I stabbed you this morning. Doesn't it make you angry?"

"No..not…really…" Shizuo found himself replying, confused at his own realization.

"Why?!" Crimson eyes were only inches away from his own brown ones now, and he was startled at how clearly he was reflected.

"Dunno……"

Slowly, the hold on his clothing seemed to loosen, and Izaya turned his back, walking away. "Screw this, I'm going to work."

Glancing at the hurt expression on the informer's face, Shizuo started to understand. The brunette thought this act was sympathy. He tossed his signature black coat over himself, clutching over his empty sleeve to still the flapping movements before heading out the broken door. The blonde himself didn't know what it was that made him act the way he did, but he knew one thing. It wasn't anything like sympathy, or at least he didn't intend for it to be. He wanted to because…

Why?

[So, um, you were worried about him.] Celty pressed.

"No dammit, I'm not, I've told you already…" A great chunk of the table was now scattered over the tiled floor.

The doctor laughed fretfully, as he leaned backwards into his chair. It looked like over the metal was not a very good place to support himself at the moment. A spark crossed the eyes behind his spectacles, as he tipped the blonde off in a generous tone. "Now that you mention it, I think I've seen Izaya eat French toast in the mornings…"

Shizuo seemed to bite onto that info like a lured fish. "Really?"

"Really." Shinra grinned. "Not that it matters, right?"

"Yeah…it doesn't…" The blonde immediately got up from his seat. "Sorry, I better get going. See you."

As soon as the giant was out the door, Shinra's arm rounded over to Celty's shoulder. She leaned into him, but at the same time, her hands still rested over the computer.

[Why did you do that?]

The doctor smirked, "Because I was tired from work and I wanted to be alone with you."

[Seriously.]

"Haha," He hugged her dearly, knowing that he would never be able to fool her. Just as much as he was able to read into her nonexistent expressions, she too was able to comprehend his mischievous nature. "I'm a bit curious, that's all."

The dullahan's arms left the counter and they fell around her boyfriend's neck. Being able to feel each other's warmth and entangling limbs locked awkwardly in place was something they were both thankful about. How many people in the world realized their one true love and have that love returned?

Of all the days he wished to be a shut in at the office, today had to be one where the client set up the meeting in Ikebukuro. Izaya muttered curses to himself, trudging alongside the street in a horrible mood. He didn't want to see the blonde, who the informer speculated should be back in this city by now. Picking all the shady roads one after another, he avoided any hotspots of human traffic. He had to be extra careful anyways, because this city was full of enemies that he had messed with in the past. Frankly, he was in no condition to pick a fight either.

Though as he passed by a worn down bookstore, Izaya couldn't help but notice the exact blonde behind the glass window. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, the speedy man fled into an alleyway, away from sight. He was going to have to repair his door, so he wanted to go home as soon as he could. Inside the subway, he thought to himself. Why was it that they always seemed to meet, wherever they were?

Back in his apartment, Shizuo looked over the cookbook in contempt. Easy French toast in 15 minutes was a lie.

Thanks for reading...
I'm pretty sure this story was supposed to be something more violent when I started writing.

It's a filler. xD;