Summary: Shizuo got injured in a fight. He bumps into Izaya on his way to the pharmacist. Shizuo just wants to be left alone, but Izaya doesn't seem to feel the same way.

A/N: this is my first attempt at a DRRR fanfic and yaoi on top of that, so be nice to me. I just love Shizaya and came up with this story. I decided to write it down and share my fantasies. Anyway, here's the first chapter. I hope you like it and please let me know what you think.

I don't own DRRR or Shizaya, unfortunately. Just writing down my thoughts.

Chapter 1:

Ikebukuro was vibrant as always. People rushed by, focused on their busy lives, completely ignoring everything around them. Some teenage girls were chattering happily about a famous singer, how cute he was. Some guys were trying to act cool, leaning against a wall with their hands in their pockets, after they realized that a few hot girls had noticed them. Some guy was screaming something to the guy who had just bumped into him. There was a quarrel between two drivers who had almost crashed into each other at the traffic lights. A woman who was walking her dog almost got run over by a kid on a skateboard.
In the midst of all these happenings, stood a tall blond guy, wearing a bartender uniform and sunglasses. His left hand was raised to stop the pen, the other was in his pocket. Two ballpoints were sticking out of his legs, slowly soaking his pants with blood. Shizuo was unfazed as a third ball pen penetrated his body, this time his hand. Some kid named Seiji was attacking him. He really didn't care about him, he was only doing this to help Celty out.
After blowing the kid off, he turned around and walked away. He took a quick look at his hand. It was bleeding a little, a trickle of blood running down his hand. He couldn't pull it out, cause then the bleeding would get worse. What he needed were band aids or bandages. Shizuo started walking towards the south end of Ikebukuro where he knew was a pharmacist. Suddenly the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Someone was watching him, he could feel it. The blond halted and looked around. At first he didn't really notice anyone, but that ominous feeling wouldn't leave him. It was a very familiar feeling. Too familiar. Shizuo knew this feeling. It was him.
Shizuo spun around and looked straight into the pitch-black eyes of Orihara Izaya. Shizuo could feel his mood drop to dangerously irritated as he watched that face's mouth quirk into an amused grin.
"Get the hell out of Ikebukuro, you damn flea!"
Izaya raised his arms in an apologetic gesture and shrugged. Then he put his hands in his pockets and took on an apathetic look. He didn't say anything, just kept on grinning like a retard. Shizuo sighed exasperatedly. Any other time he would have already been chasing this annoying existence with the nearest traffic sign. Surprisingly enough, Shizuo really did not feel like doing that at that time. Sure, he was just as annoyed by its presence as always, but that urge to squash Izaya like a bug just wasn't present. All he wanted to do at that moment was remove the frickin' ballpoints, go home and sleep. All he wanted was to be left alone. Was that too much to ask?
Without saying another word, Shizuo turned around and leisurely walked away. Izaya was dumfounded to say the least. For the first time in like … ever, Shizuo did not attack him. Normally he should be running for his life, but that wasn't the case this time. Shizuo was surprisingly …docile. This was too interesting to ignore so Izaya immediately started following the tall blond, knowing he might be stepping on dangerous grounds. Of course he had noticed the ballpoints sticking out of Shizuo's legs, but that couldn't really be the reason that he wasn't attacking him, could it?
Izaya quickly caught up with the pissed-off blond and strolled next to him. Shizuo didn't really react, he just rolled his eyes and looked the other way. Why was this bastard following him? Couldn't he take a hint?
"Hey Shizu-chan, did you get attacked by a preschooler or something?"
Shizuo gazed back at Izaya with a confused look on his face. Preschooler?
"Huh?"
Izaya quirked his eyebrow in an enquiring manner, pointing out that there were ballpoints penetrating his body. Shizuo lifted his left hand again, staring at the by now dried up blood around the ball pen. Izaya raised his eyebrows even more. He hadn't noticed that one yet.
"Oh look! You're right. I hadn't noticed."
Izaya was intrigued, but was also suspicious of the blond.
"Seriously?"
Shizuo looked as if he had just been slapped in the face.
"Of course not you moron. Who wouldn't notice ball pens sticking into their flesh!"
Izaya snorted.
"How am I supposed to know? You don't look bothered by them."
Shizuo took a deep breath and slowly blew it back out. He decided that ignoring his unwanted companion would be best and continued to walk south. Izaya wouldn't let him go though, just following him without taking the blond's feelings into consideration. Shizuo was just weighing the pros and cons of pulling out one of these goddamn ballpoints and stake Izaya with it, when the latter spoke up.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
Shizuo came to a sudden halt, catching Izaya by surprise. The blond stared at him with a mixture of annoyance and disbelief, expecting Izaya to look at him with eyes filled with joy at the thought that Shizuo could possibly be suffering. He frowned confusedly though, when he noticed that Izaya seemed genuinely interested, patiently awaiting his answer. Shizuo was visibly taken aback, but quickly composed himself again.
"Of course it hurts. Despite what you or anyone else may think Izaya, I can feel pain."
Shizuo crossed his arms, as best as he could with a pen sticking in his hand, in a defensive manner, trying his best not to look at the dark-haired nuisance.
Izaya was actually a little surprised by that. He had no idea that Shizuo could actually feel pain, seeing how often he got hit with trucks and walked away from them unscathed. He didn't really understand Shizuo. Was he just trying to act cool by ignoring his pain?
"Okay, so if you're really in pain, how come you don't … look like you're actually hurt?"
Shizuo shrugged, not sure how to answer that, so he simply said the first thing that came to mind.
"I'm used to it."
This time Izaya frowned, cocking his head to the side a little. Shizuo could almost see the next question forming in Izaya's mind.
"You're used to it? Why? Because you get hit by trucks so often?"
Shizuo was somewhat confused. Where did the trucks come from?
"What? I rarely get hit by trucks. That only happens when you're around, surprisingly enough."
Izaya nodded slowly while deep in thought. This really spiked his interest. If it weren't the trucks than what kind of pain had he experienced so that he wasn't even be bothered by a truck?
"Then why are you used to it?"
Shizuo stopped walking once again and turned towards Izaya.
"I don't feel like telling you. And why is it that the one time I don't throw stuff at you, you decide to follow me around like a puppy?"
Izaya gave him an 'isn't-that-obvious' look.
"It's because you're not throwing stuff at me right now, that I'm following you around. It's not every day that I get this chance."
Shizuo dropped his arms to his sides, sighing in defeat. He stared at Izaya, not knowing what to say anymore. He didn't seem to be able to get rid of his stalker, for God knows why! Why the hell would Izaya want to spend time with him anyway. Doesn't he hate him?
After a long and uncomfortable silence, Izaya finally decided to break it.

"So. You starting to feel like telling me already?"
Shizuo frowned. "Telling you what?"
Izaya goggled at that and sighed blatantly.
"Geez Shizu-chan, do you have the memory of a goldfish or something? I meant do you feel like telling me already, why you're used to pain?"
Shizuo decided it would be best to simply ignore the comparison between him and a goldfish, and focus on the actual question.
"Why do you wanna know?"
Izaya lifted his right arm, which made him look like a waiter holding an invisible tray, and shrugged.
"I am passionately curious."
Shizuo twitched slightly.
"You wanna know out of mere curiosity?"
Izaya leaned forward, stretching his right arm out towards Shizuo and holding his index finger pointed upwards. A big smile adorned his face.
"'Seize the moment of excited curiosity on any subject to solve your doubts; for if you let it pass, the desire may never return, and you may remain in ignorance'."
Izaya seemed very satisfied with himself, gazing at Shizuo, inciting him to retort.
Shizuo stared back at Izaya unfazed, without breaking eye contact.
"William Wirt."
Izaya straightened up, dropping his right arm to his side and stared at Shizuo with 'surprise' written all over his face. He blinked a few times, unable to digest the fact that Shizuo had actually known that quote. He was speechless and … intrigued. This man whom he had thought to be numb and dense, was neither of these things. Izaya was amazed to say the least and the more time he spent with the blond, the more he viewed him as an actual human.
Izaya's train of thoughts was interrupted when Shizuo suddenly opened his mouth.
"'I would rather have my ignorance than another man's knowledge, because I have so much of it'."
Izaya was all smiles and chuckled softly.
"Mark Twain."
The blond half smiled at Izaya's reaction and response. Izaya immediately hit back with another quote.
"'He that voluntarily continues in ignorance, is guilty of all the crimes which ignorance produces'."
Shizuo cocked his head to the left a little, wearing an amused expression on his face. He gladly indulged in the challenge that he was presented with, unexpectedly enjoying this out of the ordinary conversation with the unlikeliest of persons.

"Samuel Johnson. 'In order to have wisdom, we must have ignorance'." (Shizuo)
"Theodore Dreiser. 'There's only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance'." (Izaya)
"Socrates. '''The essence of knowledge is, having it, to apply it; not having it, to confess your ignorance'." (Shizuo)
"Confucius. 'Not ignorance, but ignorance of ignorance, is the death of knowledge'." (Izaya)
"Alfred North Whitehead. 'It takes a man to suffer ignorance and smile'." (Shizuo)
Izaya fell silent. Shizuo smiled contentedly as he watched the other deep in thought, trying to recognize the quote. The blond doubted that he knew this one, it wasn't really that famous.
Izaya bit his bottom lip, trying hard to remember the quote, but he didn't think he'd ever heard or read it before. Shizuo was a little mesmerized as he watched Izaya. The way he stood there, spacing out, biting his lip. He didn't know this Izaya. He wasn't used to seeing this kind of face on him, instead of his usual cunning, I-love-to-watch-you-suffer face. Eventually Izaya looked back up at Shizuo who had to do his utmost best not to drop to the floor laughing. Izaya looked just like a young child that didn't know the answer even though he should know and had thought about it intensely. Shizuo chuckled, holding one hand (the one without the pen of course) in front of his mouth, earning an accusatory glare from Izaya.
"It's Sting" He said after finally being able to smother his laughter.
The confused frown on the black-haired one was telling. He didn't know Sting.
"It's a British singer. You know… from The Police."
Izaya's frown, if possible, became even worse. Shizuo sighed amusedly.
"It's a band."
Izaya snorted, crossing his arms over his chest.
"You go from quotes of some of the brightest minds in history to a run-down British singer of some prehistoric band?"
Shizuo shrugged. "I found it befitting." He wore a smug grin on his face, watching Izaya's face go from annoyed to super annoyed. He tried not to think about it too much, this never-before-had conversation. The blond realized this wasn't normal, that he should be more cautious around this guy, but he just couldn't help feeling very relaxed at that moment and, dare he say it, was actually enjoying the other's company. If he'd think about too much, it'd just become even more confusing. And even though he would never admit it to himself, he didn't want this moment to end. It had been too long that he'd had such an interesting conversation with someone, even if that someone was Izaya Orihara of all people.
"Where are you going anyway?"
The sudden question startled Shizuo. He blinked, while Izaya patiently awaited his answer, with his hands hidden in his pockets. Lifting his arm, he stared at the pen penetrating his hand.
"I'm going to the pharmacist."
Izaya hummed in understanding, nodding almost unnoticeably. He took a few steps forward, 'till he was standing less than a foot away from Shizuo, and leant a bit towards Shizuo to inspect the other's hand. The blond felt very uncomfortable, having Izaya stand so close. He still didn't exactly trust this guy and with the exception of trying to kill one another, they had never stood so close to each other.

Izaya held one of his index fingers in front of his mouth, while he spoke.
"Wouldn't it be better to remove the ball points already?"
The dark haired one looked up at Shizuo with question marks in his eyes. Shizuo was still a little bothered by their closeness. Not necessarily because It was Izaya, he had intimacy issues with pretty much every one. The only one he really felt comfortable with, was Celty. Shizuo unconsciously leaned a little away from the other.
"No, it would start to bleed if I pulled them out. So I'm first gonna buy some bandages before taking these things out."
Izaya nodded slowly, before straightening himself again and looking around.
"You're going to the southern one, right?"

"Yeah."
The dark-haired young man gazed back at the blond with a determined look on his face.
"Let's go then. The sooner we get those things out, the better."
Shizuo decided to ignore his demanding tone or the fact that he once again invited himself along, since it didn't really bother him as much as he would have thought.
While they were walking, Izaya suddenly remembered that he still didn't know why Shizuo was used to pain and he was way too curious to let it pass.
"Hey Shizu-chan, I still don't know why you're used to pain."

Shizuo turned his head towards Izaya and nodded.
"You really wanna know?"
Izaya nodded quickly and had sparkles in his eyes.
The other smiled at the reaction and decided to tell him the truth.

"When I was young, I used to have these … adrenaline rushes. The first time it happened, I lifted a refrigerator. The thing is, my body couldn't handle the stress of lifting such heavy things. I was young, my body wasn't trained and my bones weren't that strong. I constantly broke my bones. Whenever I had such a rush and I lifted something heavy, I would break something. Eventually my body and bones became strong enough to handle my … outbursts, so to say, and now things like flesh wounds… I feel it and I guess it hurts a little but it's more like an annoying ache instead of actual pain. In addition, my bones are extremely robust right now, so I haven't broken anything since middle school." Izaya was listening attentively the entire time and he enjoyed hearing Shizuo talk about something personal. Oddly enough, he felt satisfied that the blond trusted him enough to tell him this. The rest of the walk was spent in complete, often uncomfortable, silence. When they reached the pharmacist, Shizuo walked in first, holding the door open for his companion. There were two people waiting in front of the counter. An elder lady, picking up her monthly dose off sleeping pills and heart medication, and the other was a young pregnant woman who came to collect some diapers and pacifiers for her soon-to-be-born son. When it was finally their turn, more than 10 minutes had passed, since the old lady kept on complaining about her new heart medicine. Shizuo walked up to the middle aged man behind the counter, who was still somewhat annoyed from his earlier conversation with the nagging old lady and put his hand on top of the counter. The man's eyes widened a little and then blinked furiously as if he thought that if he blinked fast enough the hallucination would disappear. After realizing it wasn't a hallucination, he looked up at Shizuo's expressionless face.
"There's a ballpoint sticking through your hand."
Shizuo raised an eyebrow and sighed, while Izaya couldn't help himself and snorted with laughter.
"Way to state the obvious." (Izaya)
Shizuo couldn't stop the small smirk that broke through his defenses after hearing that comment.
"Yeah, I noticed. Could you maybe get me some bandages?"
The man looked up at him with confusion and some worry written on his face.
"You should be going to a hospital to…"
Shizuo raised his uninjured hand to stop the man from going any further.

"I will decide myself what I should or shouldn't do. Just … give me some bandages."
The man still hesitated for a moment, but seeing Shizuo's eyes, he knew there was no room for discussion. He sighed in defeat and gave the blond what he asked for. Shizuo paid the man more than he was supposed to and quickly left with three brand new rolls of bandages.
Once outside Izaya let out his laughter, making some people look at him as if he'd lost his mind. No arguments there.
"That … was … hilarious…" Izaya only managed to get one word in between his bouts of laughter. After several minutes he managed to calm down a little.
"I mean, did you see his face when you pointed out the ones in your legs?"
Remembering that face, caused another fit of laughter. It kept amazing Shizuo how much different Izaya was that day and even more, how much he liked the other when he was like this. Watching Izaya laughing, without restraint, without regret, without shame or caution, made something warm spread through Shizuo's body.
It was the same for Izaya. He hadn't felt this free and alive in ages, and he found it extremely interesting to spent time with a docile Shizuo. Ever since the first day they met in high school, they'd been fighting. They never even had a conversation outside of the occasional death threat or challenge. It felt weird to view the blond as nothing but human just like him. Of course he couldn't ignore the fact that Shizuo can throw trucks into the air, but at least he could now accept that underneath those adrenaline rushes lies a normal young man. A smart one apparently. At least now people can no longer say that looks, muscle and brain don't go together.

They walked towards the park. By now it was already pretty late and the place was deserted. Shizuo looked around, searching for a place to sit. Izaya noticed this and pointed towards a tiny blue building. It was a shed used as a storage room, where you could find the gardening equipment to maintain the park. Shizuo followed Izaya to the shed. Izaya tried the door, which was locked, pulled out his break-in set (of course he has one) and started picking the lock. Shizuo looked around to make sure they weren't caught, but obviously there was no one around. He didn't really get why they necessarily needed to open the shed, though. He was just about to ask Izaya, when the door clicked and the other pushed it open. Izaya immediately found the light switch, flicked it on with one finger and beckoned Shizuo to get inside. After Izaya closed the door behind him, Shizuo could no longer suppress his curiosity and asked Izaya why they had to be inside the shed.
"What? You want to undress in public?"
Shizuo frowned, not quite following the other's train of thoughts. Izaya noticed the blond's confusion and explained his reasoning.
"You have to bandage your legs too right? Wouldn't that require taking off your pants?"
Then, finally, everything clicked in Shizuo's mind.
"Oooh right. Of course."
Izaya approached the blond, holding out his hand.
"Give me your hand, I'll bandage it for you."
There was no hesitation in Shizuo's movements as he willingly gave Izaya his injured hand. Izaya did hesitate though at the next action. He looked up at Shizuo, not really knowing what to do.
"Should I just pull it out or…?"
Shizuo nodded. "Yeah, don't worry. Just pull it out."
"Okay." Without further delay, Izaya grabbed the ballpoint and yanked it out with one swift pull.
Shizuo's flinched slightly.
"Damn. Coming out definitely hurts more than going in."

Fresh blood started oozing out of the open wound. Izaya grabbed one of the rolls of bandages and quickly wrapped it around Shizuo's hand.
"Okay, I'm going to pull the ballpoints out of your legs now, all right?"
"Sure, go ahead."
Izaya grabbed the left one and pulled it out. He could hear Shizuo's breath hitch, and realized that he enjoyed it. Pulling these things out and hearing, watching Shizuo's responses were turning him on. He moved to the other, wrapped his fingers around it and slowly started pulling it out.
"Ouch, geez, could you pull it out even slower, you idiot."
Izaya looked up at Shizuo with a mischievous grin and a challenging look on his face.
"Is that a trick question?"
Shizuo snorted and flinched as the pen finally left his body.
"Asshole."
The dark-haired boy snickered, throwing the ballpoints away and grabbing the other two rolls of bandages.
"Take your pants off."
The blond snorted, but started to unbuckle his belt, opening his button and zipper and finally dropping his pants down to his ankles. On both his bare legs were long trails of old blood mixed in with the fresh blood that was flowing out of his wounds. Now Izaya was almost painfully turned on, unsure if he'd be able to control himself or if he even wanted to. He drew closer, staring at Shizuo's legs. "Sit down, makes it easier."
Shizuo did as Izaya said, sliding down against the wall. Izaya said down in between the blond's legs, wrapping his right leg first and then his left. By the time he was finished, he was completely wrapped in lust. His hands were resting on Shizuo's legs, slowly moving upwards. The other noticed that Izaya's aura seemed different all of a sudden, more dangerous, but he couldn't get himself to worry, not after today. Suddenly Izaya's hand touched a place that definitely wasn't supposed to be touched by him.
Shizuo grabbed his hand, stopping his advances. "Watch where you place your hand, will you!"
Izaya looked up at Shizuo with a very dangerous look in his eyes. Without a second thought, without a warning he moved closer and crushed his lips against Shizuo's. The other's breath hitched and he immediately tried to push Izaya off of him, but he didn't dare to push too hard in fear of breaking the other's ribs. The dark one pulled out his knife and cut straight through his bartender shirt and his flesh, leaving a long red line across Shizuo's chest. He then pulled Shizuo towards him, away from the wall, took the blond's arms, pushed them behind the other's head in a way that made sure his hands overlapped and brutally drove his knife through them and into the ground. Shizuo gasped, too many things were happening at the same time. His chest was burning, his hands hurt and he couldn't move. If he pulled his hands up, the knife would only cut deeper. The pain was bearable, but if he moved too much, he'd mangle his hands even more, which would take a very long time to heal and leave scars. Shizuo didn't get the time to think things through, though, because Izaya suddenly pulled down his boxers. The blond was flooded with a sudden feeling of embarrassment. His face flushed and he desperately tried to close his legs. He couldn't, since Izaya was sitting in between them.
"Izaya, what…"
Shizuo was cut off when the other suddenly pulled one of his legs back. Then before he could even start to consider what would happen next, something hard, ruthlessly entered his body. He immediately tensed, tightening his muscles, trying to push out the sudden and unbelievably painful sensation. The blond couldn't stop the tears escaping his eye sockets. He held his breath, he couldn't think. All that went through his mind was that everything hurt and that he hadn't felt this much pain since he was a child and constantly broke his bones. He felt betrayed as well. He had given Izaya his trust, a chance, and this was his thanks. Izaya moved, going all the way out and thrusting back all the way in. Shizuo couldn't hold back his voice any more. The pain was too much. It felt as if his bottom and his back were on fire, not to mention that with every thrust his hands moved against the blade. Izaya started going faster and faster, reaching his peak. He dropped down on top of Shizuo, utterly exhausted. The blond's breathing pattern was fast and it felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. He was hurt, both mentally and physically, and embarrassed. He didn't care about the pain any more. Shizuo pushed up his hands, pulling the knife out of the ground and started to sit up. Izaya felt the movement and moved away from the body underneath him. Shizuo separated his hands and then pulled the knife out of his right hand. He tried to get up, but a sudden burst of pain, coming from his loin, shot through his body and he fell back to the ground. It took a while but finally Izaya started to regain a sane state of mind. He gazed at Shizuo and suddenly realized what he had done. Tears were streaming down Shizuo's cheeks, he was covered in cuts and bruises and there was blood flowing out of places where it shouldn't be flowing from. He was trembling and his eyes were distant. Izaya was suddenly overcome with regret and slowly approached the blond.
"Shizu-chan…I…"
Shizuo slowly turned his head toward Izaya and looked him in the eye. What he saw actually soothed him a little. Izaya's face showed pain, regret, shame and self-loathing. Shizuo wanted to believe those feelings so desperately. He desperately wished that the Izaya that had just hurt him so badly wasn't the real Izaya.
"I-I'm so s-sorry. I-I don't know …why…"
Shizuo took a deep breath and slowly blew it out again. He repeated this action until he calmed down and the pain lessened. The blond slowly rose to his feet, ignoring the pain as best as he could. He ignored Izaya, gathered his clothes and put them back on. Then without another word or even a glance toward the other, he left the shed. Izaya kept gazing at Shizuo's retreating back even after he was completely out of sight. He was an idiot, he knew that. Such a big, stupid, hormonal idiot.

A/N: Weeeeelll, I guess this is it for now. it's not a one-shot just so you know but I'm not sure when I will upload the next chapter. Hope you liked it though, my first ever yaoi fanfic.