First story for Shizya. I hope you like it.

Shizuo wasn't the one to notice it. His mom did.

It started when he was walking home. Oddly enough Izaya hadn't been around to bother him like he normal did around that time. He enjoyed the silence as he trudged through the snow, pulling the jacket his mom had gotten him, closer to his body.

He really liked the coat. It was one of the few things that he ever had, that for filled its purpose. It was a long black coat with fur on the sleeves, hood, and around the tail end. Sure it was a bit more suited for girls, but he didn't mind. It wasn't like he cared about what other people thought. Even if they did look down on it, they knew better than to say anything about it.

It was pretty cold out since it was well into January. The lake had frozen over and was sturdy enough for people to skate on. He stopped for a second to just watch.

He didn't want to go over because he may end up breaking the ice if someone pissed him off. He sighed and started walking again, when he saw him.

Izaya Orihara was laying in the snow, making a snow-angles. The younger boy was giggling gleefully at his own antics. He sensed the others presence and smiled up at him.

"Hi Shizu-chan."

"What do you want Flea?"

"You're the one who's standing over me."

Shizuo growled, but Izaya did make a legitimate point. What caught his attention was the violent shivered that ran through the smaller boys body.

"What are you doing out here if you're so cold?"

"My parents locked me out." Izaya said.

"Where are your sisters? Are they okay?" Shizuo knew it sounded odd for him to be this concerned, but he doubted that the girls could stand the cold for that long. Worse comes to worse, he would just have to invite Izaya home so that all three of them could...

"They're at home." Izaya hummed.

"What?"

"They're at home."

"Then why don't they let you in?"

"Because my parents told them not to. It's just kind of what happens during bad snow storms, or heat waves, or tornado warnings, or tsunami warning..." Izaya kept listing things.

"Why are you so happy about this?!" Shizuo all but yelled. Sure, he didn't like the guy, but even he wouldn't do something like this to him.

"Because," Izaya giggled. "I'm going to die today! That should make you happy as well!"

"Wha..."

Izaya cut him off. "When I was walking a car drove by and splashed me. I have no way of warming up." He held up one of his hands which was already starting to turn blue. "See."

Shizuo sighed. He knew he was going to regret this. He grasped Izaya's hand and pulled him up. "Come on."

"Where are we going." Izaya was incredibly docile today.

"My house. I'm not going to let you stay out here like this."

~.~.~.~.~

The moment they got through the door Shizuo's mom was there.

"What took you so long? I was starting to get...who's this?" She pointed to Izaya.

"This is Orihara Izaya, he goes to the same high school as me." He said trying to hint for his mom to not make a big deal out of it.

"Hi Mrs. Heiwajima." Izaya beamed in his normal happy voice. By now the ice that had formed on him was starting to melt.

"How about I we get you some dry clothes. I don't think any of Shizuo's clothes will fit you. Maybe some of Kasuka's clothes will." She ushered the boys into the house.

Kasuka's clothes did fit him. She led him to the bathroom and left him to change.

"Is that the Izaya that your always fighting with?" She asked Shizuo when they were in the kitchen. Kasuka was already sitting at the table doing his homework. Though he was pretending to be indulged in his work, Shizuo could tell he was listening really hard to the conversation.

"His parents locked him out of the house and he got splashed by a car. I couldn't just leave him there." He defended himself.

"That's not what I'm talking about. He's the one you're always talking about?"

"Yes." he wasn't sure what his mom was getting at.

She smiled down affectionately at him before ruffling his hair. "I'm glad that you care more about the well being of others than your hatred for him."

Not to long afterwards Izaya came out. His mother took his clothes to wash and dry them. Izaya sat on the couch still shivering a bit.

Shizuo sighed. There weren't anymore spare blankets...

"Here." He layered his coat over the boy as if it were a towel.

"You're so kind Shizu-chan." Izaya smiled at him.

Shizuo huffed as he sat down next to him.

"Izaya honey, why don't you have a school uniform?" Shizuo's mom asked when she came back.

Izaya shrugged. "I just don't. My sisters do though, but there just starting primary school."

Shizuo was a little surprised at this. He always just assumed that Izaya didn't wear the uniform to try and look like a badass. Then again, it was weird that the teachers never said anything to him.

"I'll be back with something for you guys to eat, okay?"

"Your mom's nice." Izaya said ideally snuggling into the coat.

Kasuka eventually "wandered" into the room. He gave Shizuo a pointed look.

"It's a long story."

Kasuka shrugged and left the room.

He hated when his brother questioned him like that. He decided to let it slide, and at least make some kind of conversation with the other teen on the couch. When he did turn around he found Izaya giving him one of those looks. He and Shinra had yet to figure out what they meant, but they knew they weren't good.

Izaya eventually yawned and stretched, very purposely laying his legs over Shizuo's.

"Flea." It was a warning that they both knew Izaya wasn't going to heed.

"That's such a mean nickname. I call you Shizu-chan, you could at least try and use my name in whatever you're going to come up with. How about Iza-chan."

Shizuo snapped grabbing the brunette by the neck. "What did you say?"

Shizuo's mom walked in at that moment setting down a tray with a few sandwiches and two glasses of milk.

"Shizuo, put him down." She said as if it was the normal-est thing in the world.

Izaya grinned in triumph once he was released. "Thank you." He said to the mother. It was never confirmed if he meant for saving him or bringing food.

Shizuo only moved to drink the milk. By the time he turned back to the tray, most of the sandwiches were already gone. Shizuo was about to say something about it when his mother brought out a few more.

"I thought you were hungry." She said to Izaya.

"I didn't have lunch." He explained as his hand dove for another.

Shizuo raised an eyebrow. Not eating lunch wouldn't leave someone that hungry. His mother gave him a pointed look that meant "do your homework or entertain him".

"You want to play video games, Flea?" He asked.

"If you want to, but I won't be any good at them. I don't play to often."

"How about a board game?" Shizuo moved towards the game closet and looked for one he knew would take up a lot of time. "How about Monopoly?" That game usually took hours.

"Sure."

Thirty Minutes Later

"How the hell?" Shizuo couldn't even find it in himself to be mad. Within thirty minutes Izaya had somehow managed to bankrupt him.

Izaya grinned at him, "Want to play again?"

Shizuo agreed.

It was a few hours later when his dad got home. Instead of coming into the room to say hi to the kids like he normally did, he stopped to talk to the mother in the kitchen. Shizuo paid it no mind. If they were speaking in hush whispers it means it wasn't meant for them to hear.

Izaya on the other hand shook his head. "They see me as a charity case." He almost sneered.

"No, my mom is always like this."

"This is different. First she'll make me stay for dinner, then the night, the she'll pack me a bag of food and clothes in the morning after breakfast, while kindly reminding me that I can come back at any time."

Shizuo rolled his eyes. He hated when Izaya tried to act all high and mighty. There was no way that he was able to tell all of that from only knowing his mother for a few minutes. He didn't even talk with her that much.

At that moment his father came in.

He introduced himself while asking the two about their day. Shizuo started to explain his day, minus that parts when he chased Izaya.

The clock rolled around to four as Shizuo lost another game to Izaya. This time he chalked it up to being to distracted by the conversation with his dad to actually think.

"I should get going." Izaya stood shrugging on the coat that Shizuo had lent him.

"You should stay for dinner." The mother popped out of the kitchen hearing the boy saying he was going to leave.

"No, my parents will get worried if I don't make it back soon." He tried to weave his way towards the door.

"I thought you said your parents locked you out." Shizuo growled. If the flea had lied to him...

"They what?" His mothers appalled voice pulled him to the then and now.

"He said his parents locked him out and that they do this a lot during natural disasters."

Izaya eyes gleamed dangerously for a second, only long enough for Shizuo to catch. The teen smiled anyways, "And here I thought you would of been glad to rid yourself of me."

"Unless you have a place to stay I can't let you leave." The mother said sternly.

Izaya sighed, realizing there was no point arguing with the woman.

~.~.~.~.~

"This is amazing!" Izaya gushed at dinner time. He ate as if he was never going to see food again.

"Slow down or you'll get sick." Mom warned.

Shizuo wasn't paying attention. His mom had pulled him aside earlier and told him that he was going to have to share a room with Izaya for the night, or for as ever long as the other boy decided to stay.

There was no way in hell that he was sharing his room with that flea. The more he thought about it the angrier he got. He had snapped a little bit after dinner and tried to hit him, but Izaya dodged effortlessly, not even pulling out his knife or taking his hands out the pockets of the jacket.

His parents had been surprised to find someone who could handle Shizuo so easily. It left the only reminded them that this was that Izaya that Shizuo was always complaining about and coming home with slash marks from.

Eventually Shizuo wore himself out. He found himself laying on the floor with Izaya sitting on top of him.

"You never learn." Izaya hummed before letting the other boy up. He flopped back onto the couch curling in comfortably in the corner of it. Shizuo could practically hear the other boy grinning.

There was no way that he would be able to survive the night without killing him. Kasuka was looking sorry for him. He too had tried to warn his mother about how dangerous the flea was.

"Have you heard his human rants?" Kasuka looked his mother in the eye. "He's crazy."

He had a feeling that was why when him mom was giving him a light scolding about his temper, she slipped in a part about it being, "human nature to get mad."

Izaya snorted. "It won't fix anything. Saying something is human nature will only further his self hatred. Humans like to think that they are so great they can over come said nature. It's not possible. Take the ever growing single population in our school. Sure, they say they're happy with being single, but the fact that they have to say it proves that they aren't." By now he was standing up and all but twirling as he gave his little speech.

"Humans like companionship, therefore they seek it and are upset when a potential mate turns them down. However, can any one really define love?" He was standing on the back of the couch as he talked. "Yes and no. There's every cliche under the sun that people use to describe how they feel, when really it's only a chemical reaction in the brain that's set off when one comes across another who could form strong off spring. These chemicals bring them pleasure whenever they're around one another and from there "emotional ties" start to form. They start to tell themselves that they can't be without the other. Again, that is not true Their lives would of been perfectly fine if they never met each other. Oddly enough, it's almost the same kind of reaction when it comes to hate. Only in this situation, one wants the other to go away and then has a longing for the other that they describe as hate. People tend to get the two mixed up."

"Is that so?" Mom asked as if she heard it before. Shizuo's not sure how she does it. Even his dad looked slightly scared at this point

Izaya nodded, all to elegantly hopping back down into his previous spot.

Later when Izaya was in the shower she said, "He's harmless."

"Mom..." Shizuo was about to complain before getting a pointed look.

"We don't have another guest room."

Shizuo scowled once last time before going up to his room. He just finished changing when Izaya skipped in happily. He was wearing the coat again. Shizuo chose to ignore him, until he heard the flea flop onto the bed.

"It's so soft!" Izaya nuzzled the blankets.

"You're not sleeping on the bed."

"But I'm your guest. You can't expect me to sleep on the floor. What would your mother say?"

Shizuo paused. "I'll give you a sleeping bag."

"Please?" Izaya was begging, and Shizuo knew how much he hated to do that. "I haven't slept on one of these in so long."

Shizuo had a feeling it was a lie, but conceded anyway. "You're going to have to scoot over because I'm not sleeping on the floor of my own house."

Izaya grinned making room for the other. Shizuo sighed climbing into bed beside is enemy. He turned so his back was to the other. It was the only thing he could do to fight off his anger.

Against his better judgment he turned over to peek at Izaya who was all to contently nuzzling the pillows. It sent a flare of anger through him. Not because Izaya was there, but because, he looked kind of cute like that. Izaya seemed to sense these thoughts and look up in enough to see Shizuo staring. He put on his normal cocky smirk, and Shizuo prayed that it was too dark to see the blush on his face.

"Thanks for letting me stay here." Izaya said. His voice was muffled because his face was still buried in the pillow.

"Don't mention it. Seriously, I'm starting to regret it."

"No you're not." Izaya laughed sitting up on his elbows. "You can talk about wanting to kill me all you want, but when it comes down to it you can't kill me. Wound me yes, but you're to good of a person to kill anything. Even if you were to somehow manage to kill me, once you realized what you've done you would never be able to live with yourself."

"You don't know that for sure." Shizuo glared. "You said so yourself, you can't predict what I do. It's why you hate me."

"Yes, but this is the one thing I'm sure of. It's nothing to be ashamed of. You talk about how much you hate violence, yet you want me to believe that you could find the strength to kill me."

Shizuo let out a growl before pinning the younger boy down with his hand around his throat. He squeezed, cutting off his air supply. He smiled in approval as he heard the other gasping for breath. Getting a good look at his face, he could see that Izaya was smirking up at him. His face barley changed as his eyes started to roll in the back of his head and his lips trembled the slightest bit.

To his own dismay, he released Izaya. He trembled as he watched the other gasping for breath.

"Wow, I really thought you were going to prove me wrong again." Izaya manged to taunt as he regained his strength.

"Shut up." Shizuo flopped back on his side.

"Shizu-chan." Izaya poked at his shoulder. "What's the matter Shizu-chan."

Shizuo didn't dignify the question with a response. He ignored Izaya constantly poking at his back and whining trying to get his attention. Eventually Izaya must of assumed that the other boy had just gone to sleep, because he snuggled up to him. Shizuo tensed, not sure of what to do at first.

"What the hell Flea?" He turned around to glare at the younger boy.

"What does it look like Shizu-chan?"

Shizuo turned over to face the other. He was surprised to see Izaya blushing the smallest bit. In all the time he'd know Izaya he'd never once seen him uncomfortable. He knew he was going to regret this but he put an arm around Izaya and pulled him close. He could feel Izaya tense as if ready to attack, but relaxed when his head was tucked under Shizuo.

"If you tell anyone this happened, I'll kill you for real."

"Shizu-chan." Izaya moved to look up at the other without straining his neck. The younger boy smiled and leaned forwards. It took Shizuo longer than it should had to process what was going on. The click came when Izaya kissed him. He wasn't even angry that he happened. If anything he found himself in a weird state of calm.

Izaya pulled away, then settled back down and went to sleep. Shizuo could only stare at the younger boy. He was too confused to even think about trying to wrap his mind around what just happened.

~.~.~.~.~

When he woke up the next day, Izaya was already getting dressed to leave. He didn't say anything about last night, so Shizuo didn't either. Kasuka gave him a look when he came down stairs.

"You didn't kill him?" He actually voiced his concern.

"Shut up!" Shizuo sighed ignoring Izaya as he skipped past him. "Besides I don't think mom would be too happy if I did."

Breakfast went quickly. Izaya seemed to be on a mission to get out as quickly as possible. Just as he predicted, Shizuo's mom had prepared a care package for him, consisting of mostly food.

Before he left he blew a kiss in Shizuo direction.