Woken by the sound of the door Izaya stirred. His eyes flickering as he realized once again just what sort of predicament he was in. He should have left. He should have gotten up and dragged himself out. In the end he hadn't. He'd laid there and slept away the hours. Probably would leave in the morning. He'd figured Shinra had given him some heavy medication to help get rid of this cold. So in 24 hours he'd be fine. Even less till morning. Maybe 12 and then this whole mess would be behind him. 12 hours to survive. Seemed workable.
As he sat up a bit he was met with a grimacing sight of something flying at him. He lifted his arms in defence, tensing up at the impact of… of… a paper bag? He blinked and looked to the bag that hit him harmlessly and sat on his chest. Sitting up more he put it on his lap and peered inside. A partially shaken fast food meal, burger and fries. He blinked a bit and then sighed. So this was Shizuo's Idea of feeding the sick. A+
"Dont fucking complain."
Izaya glanced over at the brute who concentrated on the wall, still smoking from when he went out. The sick flea gave a wounded smile.
"But I didnt say anything shizu-ch-"
"I'm gonna take a shower."
"eh?"
And with that the brute rose and walked off to the shower, leaving Izaya alone to his devices. With a sigh he looked to the food again. He'd have to suck it up and eat this garbage. Premade foods were already a sore spot for Izaya but fast food was like shovelling garbage into your stomach. Vile. He pulled the food out and set it neatly on the flattened bag. He could at least be a bit picky right? He pulled the burger apart and inspected its inner working more closely. Buns, cheese, lettuce, patty, some sort of garbled condiment mess that dripped onto everything, and a poor excuse of a tomato. This wasn't real food. He sighed once again and put it back together. there was no saving this garbage he just had to suck it up.
"No Complaining huh… One of these days I'll have to show him what a real burger is…" He murmured this, at the time not really meaning much of it. He picked up the mess up a burger and hesitated a moment before taking a small bite. With a small pause he chewed and swallowed. Well.. for garbage it was at least palatable. With a shrug he had some more, allowing himself to take bite after bite. Anything to fill the void that was his stomach. Shizuo at least had some taste it seemed. Still not a perfect burger. Maybe a 6 out of ten.
Taking the last bite he tried not to think about it. He'd never eat junk like this again. He'd be gone in a few hours and would be- Awk!
He froze a moment only to turn over coughing violently. That last bite had been a bit much. Fries scatered to the ground as he coughed, half choking. Fumbling off the couch he grabbed the wall moving to the kitchen like a drunken zombie, almost tripping over a chair. Grabbing a glass he filled up a cup of water and drank it down clearing his throat and allowing unabstructed breaths of air to flood his lungs. He slumped a bit as his body relaxed, finally falling over hitting the chair he'd been carefully to avoid. The glass hit the ground and rolled away as well. That hadnt been enjoyable. Fast food was garbage. always garbage. He closed his eyes not sure what to do from here but fate had plans made already.
Barely catching his breath he heard footsteps hurried to the main room. Shizuo stopping short of the kitchen to look at the mess by the couch, and then his kitchen chair knocked over, a glass rolled to his feet.
Izaya saw him walk in but wasn't fast enough to say anything. Inseconds he was lifted up by his shirt.
"the hell do you think you're doing?!"
"E-Easy shizu-cha" he tried to talk but only coughed more his chest shaking. He pulled shizuo's hands down a bit managing to get on his feet, leaning only against the wall for support. It was only now he could really take in shizuo's appearance. The brute having jumped out of the shower at the commotion was dripping wet, a towel thrown around his waist. Izaya looked away. Disgusting.
"Answer me flea."
"I was getting a drink…" Izaya gestured to the cup and the spilled water. "It couldn't wait."
They stood there for what felt like minutes. Shizuo thinking silently, or from Izaya's view simply standing around awkwardly. There was no result from this and Izaya's head began to hurt. He'd fall again if he didn't sit down.
"W-Whatever I'll clean up.." he shifted and walked away to grab the chair, his body moving over to grab it. Motion seemed endless in that moment, that simple act of leaning over felt like it went on forever and ever. it ended abruptly with an arm around his waist. He hung there only held up barely by the other. He blinked as he looked at the chair. Shizuo held him just barely above the ground before muttering, "grab the chair"
After doing so he was pulled up and they set it down, izaya holding onto it for support, unable to trust the brute who still had a hand on him. To have been caught like that. God how pitiful he is now.
Before he could say anything to defend his pride or say how the assistance wasnt needed he was picked up and carried to the couch, dropped there where Shizuo cleaned a moment before walking away and turning the lights off, disappearing down the hall to shower or simply go to bed Izaya wasn't sure. It didnt matter. He was alone again. left to sleep and leave in the morning. He'd never have to worry about this again.
This would only ever be a road bump in their relationship.
Nothing would change.