Would it really be so bad?

He could consider it a sanctuary, a little getaway from reality. He could be as godly as he pleased with every single human, disgusted by their actions, their hatred or ignorance they may hold for him, but then…

He could just go home and let Shizuo…

It seems so ludicrous to think about, to consider letting the monster have what he pleased.

Kanra…

He would have to find this woman and find out just what he had done to ruin her life.

"I-za-ya-kun~"

…He couldn't say that he was ready for such a thing, allowing himself to hold the monster in any other regard other than a monster.

Then again…

He did already somewhat do such a thing. How fascinating it would be! The brute would never believe that his feelings, his sudden displays of affection should he show them, were real.

Oh, but for him to see all of the emotion focused in on an opposite emotion than hatred.

What fun! WHAT FUN!

It would be fascinating; after all, emotions were for his humans. He could only love his humans equally and allowing monsters to be included…

How utterly fascinating!

Slowly, Izaya opened his eyes, smelling something in the air. His body felt lethargic. He was so drowsy. Still, his plan was completely genius.

What better way to get rid of the brute when his attempts at showing his displeasure with the relationship weren't working?

It was brilliant.

He sat up, his body swaying as his mind swam, "S-shizu-chan?"

"Huh?" A voice drifted out from the kitchen. Barking almost, "you say somethin' flea?"

Izaya pulled himself to his feet, sticking his arms through the vest that had been covering him. The fabric hung limply on him as he walked to the kitchen and dropped into a chair, "yeah, I said hi."

"Oh…" Shizuo glared over at him, "your bosses came by."

"Shizu-chan, I don't have bosses. I only have clients."

"Well your clients came by then."

"How exactly did I get back to the house?"

"They just took a file."

"Oh did they?" Not like he had anything useful in his files, just soap opera scripts.

"Yeah, some scarred guy and a red head that tailed him like a pup."

Ah, told ya Namie-chan~! Shiki was still sticking around! "Ah, so they wanted their information. I will have to call them later."

"You'll be busy later."

Izaya grinned, "Is Shizzy-chan going to be taking me later?"

The blond glared at him more, "Shut up. It's Shizuo."

"Shizu-chan~"
"Flea, I told you-"

Izaya launched himself from his seat and wrapped his arms around the blond, feeling Shizuo hold him by the neck and tense for a fight. Rather than that, Izaya nipped at the hem of his shirt and looked up at him, "problem, Shizzy?"

"W-what the hell are you doing?"

"I've never been a patient flea."

Shizuo stared at him as if he'd lost his mind. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

The brunet just tugged at the blond's pants silently.

If jaws could drop, Izaya was sure he would have heard the ex-bartender's fall to the ground and clatter away. "WHAT THE HELL IZAYA?"

Ah, and the tables turn for the more amusing…

Izaya clicked the belt apart and began to tug harder, bringing the dignity of the man to his ankles. Paying no mind to the bright, burning red face of the man, Izaya opened his mouth and with a nice dramatic licking of his lips, promptly took the blond in…

Into his mouth.

"WHAT- HELL…. IZZZAYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The man leaped back from him, dishes clattering to the floor as his eyes took on the size of saucers. He shook uncontrollably, "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?"

"Ne, but didn't Shizu-chan say that he was going to do me every day?" Izaya licked his lips more, eyeing the man's crotch, "what better way to begin such a thing than me getting you all prepped up and ready to go."

The blond practically foamed at the mouth in outrage and confusion over his new change of heart.

"Now, now~ I promise not to leave my poor Shizu-husband too turned on. We can't have the neighbors talking too much…"