Hello guys, it's been a long time since I've been able to have time to work on any of my stories….I got a job and met some really nice people that have got my going out more, and doing more with my life ^^. I miss not having time to write a chapter or two a week, so am going to get back into it started today. Thank you for being patient for this next chapter, I hope you enjoy and that I haven't gotten to rusty.

Chapter 6 – Izaya, the housewife?

The morning sun broke through the curtains, and warmed up Izaya's small body. He awoke, cracking his stiff neck, yawning and stretching. A smile stretched across his features. "Morning" he muttered to the sun. His eyes looked round to the bedroom door. Silence. Shizuo hadn't woken up yet, then again the clock did say it was only 6am.

The informant searched the half empty kitchen from floor to ceiling.

Eggs?
Check

Bacon?
Check

Rice?
Check

Soy sauce?
Check

The smell of frying bacon, and boiling rice filled the apartment forcing the yellow beast to awake from his pit. Shizuo peered round his bedroom door. He could see the kitchen at the far side of the room, and a rather busy Izaya who was cooking and wiggling his slim bum to imaginary music.

"…" Shizuo watched for a moment more, before slipping back into his room and getting dressed for the day. He knew he couldn't let Tom down a second time, after all it's not like many establishments were crying out for bartender dressed monster to work for them.

By the time Shizuo had gotten prepared and finally emerged from his bedroom; Izaya had finished cooking and had laid out the food on the table. Chopstick rested on the side of the rice bowl. Steam drifted from the bowl and, with a mind of its own, enticed Shizuo over.

"I hope you don't mind Shizuo, but I made you some breakfast. I feel bad for getting in your way. Please enjoy"

"Erm…thanks" Shizuo was still wary about the informant intention, but he's lost his memories right? So he wouldn't have a hidden agenda right? Of course not! Shizuo sat at the table and took possession of his chopsticks, expertly taking a hold of the different food items and savouring each bite. He found himself smiling. It had been forever and a day since he tasted food like this. It was like the breakfast his mother would have made him and Kasuka before school.

Izaya stared his eyes watching the others every movement. If this was some kind of anime his face would have been sparkling.

"It's good" Shizuo's words made Izaya relax. Just what he wanted to hear.

"I have to head out today. I can't let Tom down again. I'll call Shinra before I leave so he can come get you."

Izaya nodded, not wanting to be any more of a burden than he had already been.

Just as Shizuo had said, he took a hold of his phone, after finishing his breakfast, and called Shinra.

"…"

"…"

"..."

"..."

"Damn him! Useless…" Shizuo took a deep breath in, "Stay here. Don't leave, and don't touch anything. I'll be back at lunch, possible with Shinra's head."

Before Izaya could respond, Shizuo had headed out the door and closed.

"Hey Shizuo" Tom greeted his colleague as he entered their HQ, "What's up? You feeling better"

Shizuo responded with a mixture of snarls and grunts. Tom knew better than to delve into what had happened. "Come on, we have a Job. You may have to do overtime today to make up for yesterday. Is that okay?"

"Sorry Tom." Shizuo had composed himself, "it's just this whole situation stinks." Tom's perplexed expression said all that was needed to say. He didn't know what was going on, so Shizuo had to explain.

"So yeah…the fleabag is at mine at the moment, and that damned doctor is picking up. Just hope nothing comes back to him whilst I'm gone. He'd probably burn the place down."

"I see.." Tom nodded " I can handle today of you want to have another day off."

"I couldn't Tom. Besides I need the money."

The two set off, settling on the fact that Shizuo would finish at their normal time.

The pair walked down the streets of Ikebukuro. Whilst out they encountered two groups of teens wanting to test their strength against the bartender, the headless rider had ridden by, a girl was almost kidnapped – but Shizuo intervened before she was carted off – they saw a painter doing landscaps, a foreigner was selling cheap knockoff products, and of course the usual suspects, Simon, Kadota and his gang of misfits, half a dozen dollars and the Raira students. All these disruption made for a longer day. Tom and Shizuo hadn't even reached their "targets" home.

"Finally" Shizuo thought, as Tom knocked on a half broken door. A dirty looking man, mid 30's, greeted them. There were marks all up his arms, his sniffled and wiped his nose several times during their brief introduction. He scratched at himself, and wheezed with every breath.

"Hello, are you Mr Williams?" Tom asked, like he did with all their debtors.

"Depends, who askin'?" he spoke in broken Japanese, with an English Accent "Your scaring away the customers" he argued, seeing two girls walk away after trying to approach.

"Sorry man, but you our company money and we are here to get it back. We will be happy to leave you be once we have our money." Tom, again, spoke the usual spiel of pleasantries whilst Shizuo watched and waited. He sniffed the foul air surrounding the apartment.

"It stinks" he muttered under his breath.

"I don't have your…money. But I can give you fellas something else. Something better" he had swung the door open slightly more, revealing a pool of drugged up individuals. They had probably come here to escape their "painful" mundane lives. "Just take a hit. You'll feel better". The man kept scratching at his needle wounds, making them bleed out.

"Damn idiot" Shizuo moved pass Tom and grab the man by his the collar of his stained polo shirt. "You damned idiot. Taking drugs to "feel better" pathetic!" Shizuo lifted the man high in the air and slammed him down. Breaking a couple of bones at least. "You want to die so badly, you'd inject that poison huh?"

"You don't know what it's like being us…" the druggy argued groaning from his injuries,

"Shut up"

"..No job…"

"Shut up!"

"No home"

"Shut up!"

"big men like you forcing ya rules on us, people like you made us this way"

"I said shut it!" Shizuo punched the wall next to the slumped man, instantly shattering the plaster. He turned on his heels storming off in a hate filled rage. He was sure that last act would have made the druggy wet himself and hand the money over.

Shizuo tried Shinra's phone again, whilst he waited for Tom to return.

"You alright?" Tom called out to the bartender.

"Yeah…sorry about that."

"You're concerned about Izaya being at your place."

Shizuo didn't want to admit it, but yeah he was concerned. But was he concerned about Izaya or what Izaya might do?

"Go home. I'll clear it with the boss. I'll tell him you're still feeling rough."

"Okay, thanks man!"

Shizuo got back to his in a record time. He threw the door open, expecting to be met by an assault from the flea, but instead he was hit with the sweet fragrance of lemon and honey with a hint of bleach.

The apartment was bright and clean and the smell of tobacco had gone. As Shizuo closed the door, he could hear the faint sound of whistling.

The bedroom?

"Izaya?" Shizuo uttered as he walked into the bedroom. Izaya was busy changing the bed sheets, from the plain dirty white ones to a light blue colour. A pile of dirty washing was bundled in the corner of the room. The informant looked up in surprise, puffing his cheeks in annoyance.

"You weren't meant to be home yet! This was meant to be a surprise, but now you've gone a ruined it!"

"Oh…sorry" Shizuo still couldn't get used to this new Izaya. Helpful, kind, understanding. The complete opposite from his old self. "I wonder if this is permanent." Shizuo thought.

"Why are you home early Shizuo?"

"Ah," Shizuo went back into the living room, "I just got worried, that you might remember something and not be able to figure out what memory goes where."

"Don't worry Shizuo; you'll be the first to know if I've regained any memories."

That much was true at least, because the two would be fighting again.

"Thanks for cleaning the place. I don't usually have time to clean to this extent. It's like a new apartment."

Was this the norm now? Was this how the rest of their lives were going to be? If so Shizuo hoped to keep Izaya from becoming what he used to be. After all life is peaceful this way right?

"Hey, Izaya why don't we order some food in." Shizuo looked at the clock. 3pm. He hadn't eaten since that morning.

"Sure, what would you like?"

"Anything. I don't care."

Izaya got busy ordering various items from a menu he had found earlier when tidying. It was a new Thai restaurant.

Does Izaya even like Thai food? Did it matter? He'd soon find out.

~Ding Dong~

~Ding Dong~

"Coming!" Izaya cheered, knowing that dinner was at the door

"Izaya Orihara?"

"That's me. How much?" Izaya's innocent face looked up at the eerily familiar delivery man.

"…"
"…"

"SHIZUO! HELP!"

Shizuo came running from the bathroom, doing up his zipper on his trousers. He reached the open door and peered out. He looked down the street but could see anything. It was definitely Izaya that had screamed in such a horrific way.

Shizuo looked down to see a piece of paper, with a letter addressed to "the bartender".

Hey guys, thanks for reading this chapter. As I said before I am hoping to get back into doing more writing, as I have missed it. Please leave any reviews, comments, improvements or ideas that you have. Until next time ^_^