Original Prompt: Izaya falls into a coma for a very long time (a year? two?). Is it because of Shizuo, or not, doesn't really matter. At first Shizuo doesn't care, because "the Flea can die for all he cares", but after some time, let's say two months or so, he starts feeling... lonely? Bored? He realizes that his life without Izaya is pretty boring and uneventful. Also he feels something like longing for the other's company. So one day he decides to go to the hospital and visit Izaya. At first Shizuo feels awkward and leaves after a short while, but later he comes back. First few visits are rather quiet, as Shizu doesn't really know what to do or say. After some time though he builds up courage and starts talking to Izaya. He talks about everything. What happens in Ikebukuro, his daily activities and problems, their friends, etc. He also gets interested in Izaya's condition, which doesn't look very good. The worse it gets, the more time Shizuo spends by his side. Izaya's state is once better, once worse, with the latter more frequent. Somehow though he manages to wake up. With memories of someone's warm hand and quiet words.

How they get together after all this is up to A!A, but please don't make it extremely short and cliché, like: Izaya wakes up, Shizuo is by his side and says he loves him, Izaya says he loves him too, the end. Complicate and drag it out a little bit ;)

Bonus points if:
- one day Shizuo brings flowers
- at some point Shizuo starts laying down beside, and gently hugging Izaya

WARNINGS: Yaoi/Shonen Ai/Boys Love and if you are not OK with this than you have serious problems with your hand to have clicked this link. Those of you ready to read, please enjoy~

Izaya walked along the hallway gripping the wall, as much as he can, so as to not topple over in a mess of limbs. His breathing was labored as he pushed himself to a familiar apartment door and rang the door bell.

He had just gotten back from his usual banter with a certain monster. Of course, the brute just had to haul something heavy at the lithe man and cause a commotion. Izaya hadn't thought he'd run into the blond ex-bartender and knew he shouldn't provoke the beast any further. Not when he was like this. But since when did Orihara Izaya ever listen to reason. He teased Shizuo; he damn right insulted the man as he ran away parkouring the streets away from a very enraged blond bodyguard.

He was at his limit when something incredibly hard and heavy hit him in the back making him crash into the nearest wall, creating a small crater. As his arch-nemesis started to get closer and closer to where he had landed, he sprang up with unknown strength and sent a blade his way. The blade successfully lodged itself in Shizuo's arm, making the man let out an animalistic roar of rage. Izaya took this as his chance to sprint away. Where he even got the strength to run was dismissed as he headed to his friend doctor's apartment.

He knew he hadn't much time, damn it, he was already seeing his vision fading to black. It felt like years before the door finally opened but that was also when his eyes began to droop and his muscles began to slack.

"Uh, hello? Anyon-, Izaya!"

Ah, he didn't remember the last time he'd been so happy to hear Shinra's shrilly voice.

Shizuo sat there on Shinra's couch as the doctor began fumbling with a bag of medical supplies and a cell to his ear. He had come over when Celty sent him an urgent message to him that something had happen. He didn't quite know what had happen but Celty seemed to have gone to the hospital to deliver a patient and he was stuck with a frantic underground doctor who was fumbling with his tie and surgical gloves.

The brunet finally sat down across from him and gave him such a serious look it made the air around them tense.

"Shizuo, did Celty say anything of what happened yet?"

"No. She said you would explain it to me once I got here, but you were so busy fussing," Shizuo snorted as he took a long drag of the already disintegrating cancer stick in his hand.

"Ah, well, to put this bluntly...Izaya is in a coma."

"...And that has something to do to me why?"

"Because you have a hand in it, Shizuo-kun," by the confused look on the blond's face the doctor adjusted his glasses before continuing. "The cause of his coma is mostly, if not all, head trauma."

Shizuo could only glare at the smaller man as he crushed his already finished cigarette on the ashtray to only get another one. He lit it before confronting his friend again, "And like I said, how is this my fault?"

"Taking a few vending machines to the head is not part of the norm. I'm not saying this is your entire fault but you both are responsible for this taking place. You know, he's been putting up with this for years. No matter how much I keep telling him to stop aggravating you to heal his condition."

Shizuo stood up in the middle of Shinra's ramblings and had rolled his shoulders back. He was walking towards the door just as Shinra mentioned the last part before answering, "Yeah, so? Flea can go die for all I care. If he's in coma 'cause of me then I'm fucking glad! He'll be outta my hair then. Whatever, Shinra, I'll see you later."

It's been two months since Shinra had told him the incident. The first month was heavenly for Shizuo. He got to do his job, get paid for beating people up, and for once he wasn't gaining as much city debt as before. His smoking was even becoming less of a hazard for him, only having at least three a day. He even went out with Tom and Vorona to Russia Sushi more often and got to hang around Kadota from time to time. The only one he didn't see frequently was Shinra. He still had his talks with Celty, and she didn't bring up the louse in their conversations, but lately she had been out of his life too. He was happy with the pace for a while but when things began to happen repetitiously, his normalcy was becoming boring and uninteresting.

Well into the second month he turned back on his smoking habits as his irritation grew and his rage built in his body. He just felt so damn bored most of the time that his daily three death sticks a day turned to a whole seven, lacking with anything better to relieve his stress. Sure, having his friends around and doing things a normal human being did made him feel happy and accepted but he felt something was missing. Somewhere inside there was this empty space. A void he couldn't fill, no matter how many days passed. Funny he never felt this way before when...

When the flea was still around.

The thought stuck with him as he continued his uneventful day off.

He didn't mean to end up on the side of the road waiting for Celty, hands twitching anxiously. He finally heard the whinny of her motorcycle when she pulled up a little ways in front of him and strode over to sit beside Shizuo.

[What's the matter? You're text seemed more tense then usual]

Leave it to Celty to read into emotions in texts and stuff. Shizuo couldn't help the light heave of a sigh push through his lips as he tried to manage sorting through his thoughts. The Irish woman placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder as she waited patiently.

"How's Izaya," he never knew there would be a day where he would ask this. He never knew he would be the one to bring up the informant in their conversations unless it was to complain and scorn the flea.

Celty seemed to hesitate at this and if she had a head, he swore, he could see her furrow her brow in thought. Her fingers ran slowly over the letters of her PDA as she hesitantly showed him her message.

[He hasn't woken up yet. Shinra says it's pretty bad considering he's kept this for so long, like 12 years or so]

Fuck, it was that bad? But he shouldn't care, the damn louse deserved it. He shouldn't give a flying fuck yet there was the stab of guilt and responsibility. Celty seemed to have read his body as she frantically typed something up and shoved it in his face.

[Shizuo, don't go blaming yourself! This is not all your fault, so don't feel like you need to something drastic. This is both your fault. And it would be nice if you did something...pleasant for Izaya, who took the brunt of this situation]

Shizuo laughed to himself as he conversed a little more with the headless woman before she sped off into the night. He smiled bitterly at the dark sky as the city burst with the night life of humans.

'Damn Flea. You're in a fucking coma and you still make me feel like shit.'

He hadn't meant to end up here. No, this was not something he pictured he'd do on one of his days off. But here he was in front of the hospital building, looking as high as his vision let him to catch the top of it. He had tried to tell his body to walk away and not head in this particular direction but since when did his body actually ever listen to him. He couldn't help that longing feeling that crept up in his body, when his mind finally registered that he was going to see the raven man again. Because, damn it, he was...lonely. That was the only reasonable emotion he came to when he felt that longing for the company of the man.

He didn't feel awkward when he walked into the lobby of the hospital since he's been here so many times he lost count. But what was difficult for him was to actually tell the nurse at the reception that he was here visiting to see Izaya. He walked briskly towards the appointed room and stopped just before the door. He half expected to hear a familiar cackle and jeer from the other side just to tease him. But silence was the only thing that filled the halls.

He knocked twice before quietly opening the door. The first thing he saw was raven locks that contrasted against white and then his skin that was even paler than the last time he saw the man. He wanted to believe that the longer he stared, he would be able to see those eyes flutter open to reveal bloody crimson laughing at him.

But nothing came and the apprehension in the air was too much for the ex-bartender as he walked out and didn't stop walking until he ended up in some random park that was all the way across the city. He huffed and wheezed to catch his breath while running a hand through his blond mop of hair.

"What am I doing?"

It had been days since the first time he visited Izaya. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to visit the man again. But despite the pressure in air when he visited the raven, upon seeing him again only then did the void in his being was slightly filled. So he begrudgingly dragged his feet towards the hospital when the void became unbearable and it even started to fucking hurt.

It was only when he saw the flutter of a white lab coat among the entrance that he thought bad luck plagued him. Shinra just happened to turn around and spotted Shizuo in the crowd and ran towards him. He contemplated to run but thought against it since it would be kind of stupid.

"Shizuo-kun...did you come to see Izaya," Shinra questioned him hopefully. And that was all Shizuo needed to hear to feel like he couldn't handle this and tried walking away. Shinra clutched at his arm, which made Shizuo drag him along with his walk away, blubbering about nonsense. "Ok, I get it! I get it! Just come inside...please?"

Shizuo stopped rigidly before letting his shoulders slump in defeat and followed the doctor inside quietly. He then stood there awkwardly as Shinra sat by Izaya and started babbling about him and Celty, and just about anything that came up in his head. While he talked though he began checking things off a clipboard and checking the machine the raven was hooked up to.

"Shizuo-kun," being addressed out of nowhere made him flinch back into reality as he looked into Shinra's stormy grey orbs. His friend gave him a small smile and chuckle, "You know it helps to talk to a person who's in a coma."

"...You forget. Me and Izaya don't talk," Shizuo said, surprising himself how bitter he sounded. He continued to watch the comatose man, as his chest rose and fell slightly, in dead silence.

Shizuo sat on a wooden bench in the West Gate Park, idly remembering he had a cig in his mouth, and considering whether he should visit Izaya again. The other time had been fairly awkward after Shinra left. He sat there lost in thought as he faced the flea's unconscious body. Soon after he had to turn away because of the creepy feeling of watching someone who was not awake, much less your enemy, was overwhelming him.

But now that it was another new, uneventful, and boring day, he was really willing to take up the offer of seeing that louse's face. He began his long trek to the hospital that contained Izaya and slowly began to question what was going on with him.

He found himself studying the raven's face as it stayed perfectly unmoving and inactive. He couldn't deny that Izaya had a pretty handsome face. But his attitude and personality stood out the most and ruined the almost perfect image of a normal person.

The only thing that Shizuo could not picture clearly, were those eyes; those stupid gleaming carmine eyes that always looked down at him. Granted, Izaya had reddish-brown eyes, but they had a weird affect to look plain red. He didn't really know whether he missed the flea messing with him – or he was just too stubborn to admit it – or maybe it was some sort of guilt that brought him here.

Whatever it was was damn annoying. He felt his fingers tingle and twitching for a cigarette and the burn of tobacco and nicotine in his system, but he ignored it. Shizuo just sat there looking at the man's unchanging face and for once he relaxed a little and let his guard down. He wouldn't put it past Izaya to setting this whole thing up just so he could make fun of him or something. But the way Shinra and even Celty – who was not quite as fond of Izaya herself – was worried about the guy got him thinking otherwise.

His amber orbs looked past Izaya's body to the brilliant sky outside of the patient's window. It was getting weird as he started to think more about Izaya and things involving the man that connected to himself. Like how he thought he looked like a fucking Eskimo with all that fur. And how he always thought his eyes were creepy for being red brown but appearing a sickeningly shade of red. But most of all was how Izaya had always managed to rile him up by just standing in front of him.

When it got to the point where he thought about their first encounter, his brain had shot down, and he had decided it was time for him to leave. As he stood in the mid-evening air, he pulled out his pack of cigs and lit one to feel the drugs course through his veins. With one last fleeting look at the informant's room window, he headed off towards his apartment for some much needed sleep.

It's been a few days since he's been visiting Izaya regularly. It was still tense when he came over and sat in that chair to just stare at the bed-ridden man. But it gave him time to think and sometimes he just sat there thinking about nothing at all. What he liked at this outcome though, was that he was able to be calm, something he had always wanted to be - around Izaya at most - but he was either always messing up or it was the flea's fault for his rage.

He could feel the familiar tick of annoyance at his brow as he stared at the flea's face. If only he were awake, conscious and only pretending to have something wrong with him, he would have loved to punch his face in at the moment. Shizuo could feel a satisfied grin pull on his lips as he confirmed that the man still pissed him off and nothing has really changed besides the fact that he was in a coma.

'Hurry and wake up, you flea. 'Cause when you do I'll be sure to catch you and beat you right back up for making me feel so bored.'

"Hey, Shizuo, you wanna come to Russia Sushi with us," Tom inquired as Vorona looked up expectantly at the said man. Shizuo considered the offer before shaking his head, declining.

"Sorry Tom-san. I've actually got somewhere to be," Shizuo said carefully. Even to himself he sounded uncertain and edgy about the subject. Tom and Vorona looked at him with understanding expressions, though they knew little to nothing about the raven man in the hospital, and waved him off. Shizuo felt a little bad not telling his senpai and kohai about anything but it's not like he was flat out lying either.

As he was halfway towards the hospital he spotted two familiar figures in the crowds of people and felt his heart slightly drop. They noticed Shizuo and made the attempt to push through the throngs of people to get to him. They smiled that all too familiar grin that matched their older brother's.

"Shizuo-san! Fancy meeting you here! Kuru-nee and I were about to go look for you," Mairu babbled as her hand was tightly enclosed around her twin's.

"Shizuo...help," Kururi spoke in her broken way of speech. (Shizuo-san, we actually need your help.)

"Yeah, I bet Shizuo-san will help us!"

"Ou, help with what exactly," Shizuo asked half curious and half knowing. He didn't know whether Shinra had told the flea's family about his conditions but something told him that the girls were oblivious.

"Iza-nii suddenly disappeared from his apartment and we haven't seen him for, at most, two months. He promised that he'd take us shopping and..."

But Shizuo wasn't listening as his heart pounded in his ears and hating the fact that he was right. Should he tell them? They deserved the right to know. But would they care? Whenever he'd asked for Izaya to be disposed of, they would dismiss it and accept to sell their brother out so that they could meet with his brother Kasuka.

He looked into the two pairs of russet eyes and almost saw another pair that bordered on crimson. The girl's eyes looked so much like their brother's – granted they were siblings so they should share genetic qualities – but their eyes were a much more normal brown than the redness in them. He was shocked at what he found in those eyes. To the naked eye they looked uncaring and disinterested but in those rust colored eyes there was a spark of desperation, worry, and wanting.

He remembered in one of his violent fights with Izaya, the cocky bastard stating that the eyes were windows to the soul. Izaya had then proceeded to tease him how his amber eyes showed all his emotions but didn't help with his unpredictability. They had then continued on with their chase.

The moment when he opened his mouth to answer the twins, a loud whinny drowned out his voice and the infamous headless rider presented herself across from the group.

"Celty?"

"Oh, Celty-san!"

[Shizuo, I need you to come with me. Sorry girls, I'm going to have to steal him away from you.]

"Aw, well, ok. Next time Shizuo-san, we will for sure get you to introduce us to Kasuka," Mairu sing-songed in promise. The twins waved energetically at the two adults as they sped off on Celty's motorcycle. Before Shizuo could even speak a PDA appeared before his face, held by black shadowy tendrils.

[We can't tell Kururi or Mairu about Izaya's condition.]

It was a simple statement but he could feel irritation crawl at his skin and suppressed a growl that bubbled in his throat. "And why the hell not? They're his sisters, shouldn't they get to know that their fucking bastard of a big brother is in a coma."

He didn't know why he was so angry. Maybe it was because if Kasuka was in the same situation he would like to fucking know then it being kept away from him. Celty faltered with her typing before she allowed her shadows to type in something.

[It's upon Izaya's request that they don't know about his condition. Due to the patient's request, we would like to respect it.]

[I would like to think that it's because he doesn't want to worry them, but maybe that's asking for a bit much.]

Shizuo narrowed his eyes but knew that he was defeated. That, however, did not make his antipathy towards the situation lessen any more.

[Hey, you were off to visit Izaya, right? I can give you a ride there.]

"...Yeah," Shizuo begrudgingly admitted. Celty nodded and sped off towards the appointed place.

[You're very kind to do that for him, of all people, Shizuo.]

Shizuo clenched and unclenched his fists as he glared at Izaya. Celty had left a while ago and he was once again alone with the man. He was still pretty pissed from his little encounter with the raven's siblings. He didn't understand why Izaya had made it so that the girls weren't allowed to know his condition. It riled him even more that he saw that the girls were getting worried and even asking the man's mortal enemy just where their brother is.

Shizuo grit his teeth as he swung his fist.

His fist landed by Izaya's face, expression unchanging, causing the pillow to explode and feathers began to rain on both of them. He panted low shallow breaths as the rage coursed through his entire body with his vision becoming distorted and seemed to be swimming in red. If he hadn't swerved his fist at the last second he would have done something he would have deeply regretted. He felt his blunt nails digging in his palm and saw the red liquid spreading across the pillow's cloth.

He could practically hear maniacal laughter ringing in his ears, his taunts, his jeers; his fucking voice was resounding in his head. Shizuo growled out a feral roar as he took the chair, conveniently by Izaya's bedside, and threw it out the window. Images of claret orbs glinting in amusement and lopsided smirks soon filled his mind and that led him to punch a few holes in the walls.

Shziuo slumped against a patch of wall that he did not destroy. His eyes flittered back to the comatose man that sent a spinning spell in his mind as he slid to the floor. The hospital bed, and its patient, remained unscathed from his destruction excluding the busted up pillow, his blood soaked into the pillow case, and the feathers lying aimlessly around the room.

He suddenly felt disgusted with himself as he got up and quickly left the room, or what's left of it. He ignored the shocked nurse's face and the expressions people gave him as he sprinted out the hospital.

It's been a week. He couldn't find it in himself to go see the flea. He felt ashamed for getting so angry and destroying the room when the man himself wasn't even conscious and hadn't even lifted a finger to trigger his anger. This morning he woke up to being pissed off for no reason so the people he had to deal with got off easy, as one look at his face they caved in. Then there were some people who had the nerve to bark in his face and aggravate him beyond his limits. Just like this unfortunate man.

"Huh? Debt? What debt? You people must be mistaking me for someone else? For, you see, Miki-chan and I share a love no one could defeat. Even if she can't see me every day, we meet once and a while. That is why...guh-"

Shizuo punched the waste-of-space of a man. He had heard these sap stories too many times to count and right now he was on a short rope. He towered over the man menacingly as Tom began to quickly talk to the scum before Shizuo snapped and punch the man to death. The man just wiped at the blood on the corner of his mouth and had the gall to smirk up at him.

Mii: So yeah, stopping there~ Felt like I should upload this one since I got around to uploading 'Wanting you'.

This is a more emotional fic and the romance won't happen for a while so...
This one is further along in the kink meme so do go find it on there to learn a little more about the story~