One day, the police came after him. He couldn't quite catch what was happening until he saw that familiar fur jacket behind one of the cars. Of course, Izaya was behind all this.
"!"

That night at jail was agonizing. He would stalk around, angry. He couldn't understand why! Why Izaya framed him anyway? That didn't made sense… at all. He thought while leaning his hands on the cold wall, sighing. He just couldn't get any of this.

The next day he was free, but he had lost his job, unfortunately. He still couldn't put a finger on this, because obviously the police would find out about Shizuo's innocence so he couldn't understand why Izaya would do this. Still, that didn't matter anymore. Somehow he found Tom soon after and was lucky to find a job with his senpai.

Everytime he saw Izaya his heart jumped uncomfortably. And that started happening more than he felt comfortable with. He was very aware of what he still felt towards Izaya, even though he was hiding it with all his might.

Still, when he thought nothing made sense anymore, the world caught him by surprise. Going up the staircase of his apartment there was someone sitting next to his door. He recognized the clothes immediately and growled.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Oh my, Shizu-chan. I came here just to see you and you treat me like this?"

"Tch." He opened the door and Izaya stood up. "Go away." He tried to close his door, but Izaya stopped it with his foot.

"C'mon. Let me in." He asked with what sounded a sincere voice. The blond hesitated but then walked in, leaving the door opened. The brunet walked behind him, closing the door with a slight smile on his face. Shizuo got a cigarette and sat down on the couch, lighting it and putting between his lips.

"When did you start to smoke?"

"After highschool."

"Oh, I see." They fell silent and Shizuo closed his eyes. Then Izaya sat down on the other side of the couch, making the blond reopen his eyes.

"What the hell do you want?"

"I missed you." The blond growled.

"Don't screw with me, Izaya."

"Why do you think I am screwing with you, Shizu-chan?"

"Fuck." He got up, pacing like a caged lion to the window. "You are. Fuck. That's all you do. Dammit. You know what I feel about you. Stop this. I can't take this any longer."

It was the first time he was honestly talking about his feelings in a long time. Except once, when Kasuka asked why he didn't try to get a girlfriend, that maybe he would get better if he found a nice girl to be with him. He just rejected the whole idea… Because no girl would replace Izaya.

Izaya moved and Shizuo stressed when he felt arms around him. Part of him wanted so much to let himself go into that embrace.

"Let go, Izaya. I'm not kidding."

"Shizu-chan… Shizu-chan…" The blond growled and turned, pushing him away.

"Don't touch me. I can't do this anymore. I don't want to ever see you again."

"That would make you feel better?"

He fell silent.

"Eh, Shizu-chan? Never see me again? Is that what you really want? Would you be happy… If that happened?"

The blond looked down and threw his cigarette through the window. "No. That's not what I really want. But since I can't have what I want, I would rather never see you again."

"What if you could?"

His heart stopped. "Again. Don't fuck with me, Izaya. I am not your fucking toy."

"I'm not." They fell silent again.

"You… You never liked me. You're bored again? You want to play a game with me? Sorry, I don't want to play anything with you."

"I'm surprised you believed me."

"…What?"

"I told you so many times I loved you. Over and over again. I'm surprised you honestly believed me the one time I told you I didn't."

The blond's mind was racing, trying to understand the information he was receiving.

"But…"

"Listen, I came here to explain myself. Will you let me?"

The blond sat down in silence looking down and Izaya sat next to him. Even without Shizuo's agreement, Izaya started talking anyway.

"That day… My father heard everything he tapped and then attacked me. It was horrible… He started screaming that as long as I lived under his expenses, I had to do whatever he wanted me to. At that moment I decided I wanted to have my independence."

"I..!" The blond tried to intervene, but Izaya cut him short, knowing exactly where he was going.

"Shizuo. Just imagine how things would have been if I started living with you. I would be forever dependent on you and your parents. The whole idea is absurd… What if we got into a fight and I had to move out? Living with you was out of question. I had to build my own life."

"Fine. But then how that yakuza guy gets in this?"

"Shiki-san… Well, of course, the fastest way to win my own fortune and independence was underground. I started dealing with the yakuza and with information. Shiki-san was my only way to this. He is still one of my best clients."

"Tch. You didn't have to break up with me. Why did you have to lie to me?"

The brunet smiled lightly. "I was afraid you might do something and get arrested. Seriously, your temper could make something bad happen and I couldn't let that happen."

The blond raised his head just a bit, growling. "Oh? How come you got me arrested then, Izaya-kun?"

"Hm… Well, that's another subject. Shizu-chan, that night, I got my father killed."

Shizuo's expression softened, turning into a surprised one. "What?"

"Yeah. I didn't want you walking around while that happened. You tend to be always around when I try to do something and I didn't want to get you involved."

The blond looked down again, closing his eyes. He couldn't get himself to believe this all. He rubbed this forehead with his fingers for a moment and then moved to get another cigarette but Izaya took it from his fingers. "Hey!"

"Smoking is bad for you." He leaned closer, whispering. "And I don't like the taste of it."

The blond groaned but didn't pull away this time. "Fuck you."

"Shizuo… You said you still have feelings for me. You also said that you still wanted me. Why are you holding yourself back?"

"You could be lying and I can't go through that again. You have no idea what I went through while you were building your empire, killing your dad and whatever. I won't stand having you leaving me again."

Izaya smiled, holding Shizuo's chin and turning towards him. He kissed his lips, pressing a deeper kiss which Shizuo submissively accepted. Shyly, he moved his hand to Izaya's hips, slowly caressing it. Izaya came closer and put his arms around his neck, intensifying the kiss. The blond felt that familiar tongue, that warmth he learned to love so much.

He found his resolve. Fuck everything as long as he could have Izaya right now… Even if it was a lie, he just wanted to take this man right here and now, just feel him one more time. He grabbed him on his arms and carried him bridal-style to his bed. The brunet moaned when laid down and Shizuo towered over him, kissing him all over again, Izaya moaning into his mouth. The blond interrupted the kiss, he still had something to ask.

"Damn… Izaya, just…" He swallowed, nervous, while Izaya looked up at him. "You'll never leave me again?"

"Never. I love you, Shizuo. I'm so sorry to keep you waiting." The blond closed his eyes, his heart filled with happiness. He nodded slowly and Izaya whispered into his ear.

"Tadaima…" The blond smiled lightly, kissing him fully on the lips again.

"Okaeri."