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Warning: Death

Sadness can, and often is, just as strong as a muse as Love. They have similar effects, since both can catch you off guard. They both will grab you, and pull you. The struggle to get out is often or not the most difficult emotional moment you will ever go through if it's extreme enough. However, quite a few people, when faced with these emotions, go with the flow, and let them fade away, if they ever do.

Izaya, however, had it bit worse than others. While struggling with his new found love, His family suffered a tragedy. About two months after his release of "Or is He?", his twin sisters were involved in a terrible accident, one dying immediately, the other, at the time, was in critical condition.

One of his few abstract, and his most prized of those, was painting about this time. One of black, and white, purple, violet, and an overwhelming overcast of blue. Simply called, "Sad" since it was left untitled.

It was raining. That was really all Izaya knew. He didn't know where he was, much less why he was there. He was numb, a cold numb, a numb he did not like. He was never necessarily close to his sisters but losing one and the possibility of losing the other, all on top of his own drama with Shizuo? It was destroying his fragile mind.

Izaya didn't care where he was, or that he was soaked. He didn't care that his phone in his pocket was probably screwed. He didn't care about anything. He just wanted... Warmth. Dryness. He wanted to be back home, painting. Both of his sisters alive and well. There was water one his face, streaming, but he wasn't sure if it was tears or rain. He just... hurt. A weird hurt, one that didn't make sense.

Who knew this Monster had feelings?

"I-iiii-zaya... What are you doing here?" A voice alerted Izaya that he did, in fact, have other senses. It took a moment to register who it was, and what that ' who ' had said. It took even longer to register that the voice wasn't mad.

"Shizuo..." Izaya said, or, well mumbled. It barely came out, and was flat. No feelings, no emotion. He realized briefly that it was no longer raining on him.

"Izaya, you're soaked." The voice sighed. It was tolerant, at best, but at least it wasn't mad. Izaya nodded, numbly. He was no focused on nothing but the rain falling just past the umbrella's reach, and vague feelings of warmth that the deep baritone voice gave him. He craved more warmth than that, and he might just be crazy enough to ask for it at the moment.

There was a sigh, then a surprisingly gentle push forward. "Come on, you can, this one time only, come to my house to warm up." Izaya was guided into a small apartment or, actually, a small bachelor pad really. Izaya started when the sound of keys hitting the nearby table reached his ears.

"You can... borrow some of my clothes or... something. Since yours are soaked. Um... Stay here." As Shizuo left the room, any warmth that the near-frozen artist had gained was lost, and it didn't take long for the tears to come back.

"Okay, I don't really have any clothes that would fit you but... uh... Izaya?" Izaya's head jolted up, his blurry red eyes focusing on the blonde the best they could. He tried to stop crying, failing. With a last resort, he tried to hide his head under his hood.

He heard footsteps, and could feel himself began to tremble, part for being soaked to the bone and the shame of being caught crying. He heard Shizuo sigh from just above him. He felt strong arms circle around him, he heard a smooth voice saying words of comfort.

Most of All, He felt the warmth.

He craved the warmth.

He wanted more.

"S-shizuo..." The name came out with a stutter that sounded weird, and felt weird on his tongue. He felt calming hands stop stroking his back. He heard a 'hm?'.

Izaya pushed himself aware from the loosened arms gently, just enough to see the blonde's face. Shizuo's honey eyes were partly covered by his bangs, but he had an odd look on his face. Warmth. Izaya craved the warmth, and, he craved the man who gave it to him. Was he just hungry enough to ask?

"S-shizuo, could-would you do me a f-favor? J-just tonight?" Shizuo's eyebrows arched up, surprise filling his face. Slowly, and obviously confused, he nodded. Izaya swallowed, then pushed his way fulled out of Shizuo's arms.

"Can... could.. you... Just for tonight, Shizuo.. can.. can.. will.. you.. act like.. you love me?"

Welp. It wasn't the best. It wasn't the worst. And it only took me... six hours. Wow.. thats.. sad. Any-who, hope you enjoyed the Delicious cliffhanger and Numb! Izaya.

As always, please leave feedback. I do read it, and from here on out, I will be responding.

Maru de Kusanagi: Glad that my stupid Izaya is interesting! I work hard on making him equally stupid and interesting X3

Keiko-Uchiha: Yes, he is very artist-y. Glad you liked it!

Love-girl2015: Oh stop, you're making me blush! Hope you're still happy with this story. My writing style varies a bit ;)

isthisparadise: First of all, yes, this is paradise. Second of all, thank you so much for the thoughtful review! I'm glad you liked it, and hope you still like it!