AN: I'm sorry, guys. I've been writing off and on, and my Doc Manager is filled with drafts, but I'm at a loss at what to do. Where the story kept going in my head with OC's started falling off for the rest of the fic, so I'm trying really hard to get their personalities in (I feel as if they've been a lot OOC, and it's stressing me out. LOL.) I'm trying to be regular again, but motivation and inspiration like to run off when you need them. I'm really sorry, and thank you for sticking through. Next update will be a lot better, but I just got back home from Christmas running-around. Exhausted. I'm really, really sorry.

Sorry, as well, for the suuuper short chapter.

Izaya looked up, realizing the blood dripping on his face was Shizuo's.

The blond held his shoulder as his face grew into a frightening scowl, eyes glowing with rage. The red head let out a left, using his cane to lift himself.

"Got a lapdog of your own, 2?"

"His name is Izaya," Shizuo barked out, balling up his fist. "And I'm not letting you touch him."

Izaya growled under the blond, pushing himself up. He realized how much damage was done to him and collapsed, coughing.

"Go away, Shizuo. You aren't getting between th-"

"We're not giving you an option."

Izaya raised an eyebrow. We?

Shizuo began running towards the red head, and Izaya's eyes widened.

Brown melted over his hair - on a single side.

The red head's eyes opened wide, hurridedly shoving his cane to protect him.

Shizuo's fist broke the cane in half and his fist landed in the other lapdog's throat.

In.

He watched as Shizuo smiled widely, grabbing at the other's head and pushing it forward as his fist shoved through to the other side of his neck.

He watched as the other went limp.

He watched as the half blond ripped his arm from the throat and smirked as the body hit the ground.

He looked over at Izaya, and the Original's blood ran cold.

Shizuo's eyes were different colors - one was his usual chocolate and the other empty.

White.

Kida stood, eyes widening.

"Just... Just like Anri."

He looked down at the doctor, who's eyebrows were furrowed. Shinra's eyes softened, and he shook his head.

"Let's just help who we can. We will deal with that later."

Shizuo sat in the couch next to Izaya's bed as Kida put his hands on the raven's chest.

"Who knew they had such interesting devices?" Shinra smiled, looking at the shards of the bullet he had pulled out of the Original's chest.

Kida apologized before clapping, the rest of the shards Shinra couldn't get turning into a pole. Izaya yelped as the manipulator pulled the pole out.

"Want me to do the cheek?" Shinra hummed, putting the tweezers close to the raven's cheek. Izaya bit his lip before shaking his head.

"I've decided that I'm going to keep it. It's been with me too long now."

"Who knew you were sentimental, Orihara?"

The raven chuckled.

"I'm not. I just like having a signature."

The other Originals shook their heads, looking over at Shizuo.

"I'll handle it," Izaya muttered grimly - quietly.

Izaya woke the blond with a kiss.

Shizuo's eyes widened, and he weakly smiled.

"You saved me today, Shi-zu," Izaya chuckled, nipping at the other's jawline.

A shiver ran down the younger boy's spine.

He picked up the raven, tossing him on their shared bed and climbing over him.

"I couldn't watch you die in front of me, Izaya."

The raven pulled the other's shirt off, running his lithe fingers on Shizuo's chest. The blond buried his face in Izaya's neck, nibbling and kissing each spot for a time before moving on.

Izaya's eyes fell to the side as he stopped rubbing at Shizuo's chest, shaking. Shizuo smiled at the sentiment from the raven, placing his hand atop the small one over his heart.

The raven didn't smile back.

He felt the blade in his bones slowly start coming out, and he closed his eyes as he let it rip from his skin.