The disbelief that flashed on his face didn't go unnoticed.
"What?" Shizuo's voice took on a worried edge, and Izaya almost smiled. Almost. He was still way to concerned with the idea of his enemy being worried about him. Or appearing to be. The look on his face showed uneasiness, and he could tell they were both uncomfortable with the position, but neither moved.
For a long moment, they simply looked at each other. Izaya, looking with worry at the blonde who he assumed was going to rip his head off at ant minute, and Shizuo, appearing as indifferent, but he could read the words that were flashing in his eyes. And a part of Izaya was truly flattered. The other annoyed.
"You can let me go now."
Amused at the red that stained the blonde's cheeks, the raven haired man smiled. "Now isn't that cute.." He cooed as he was set up straight on his feet. The blush had darkened, and Izaya just shook his head, enjoying what was playing out in front of him.
Shizuo took a step back when he saw the smile, and a confused expression took over his face. "So.. You're okay, right?"
Nodding to this, Izaya looked down and examined his wrist. "I'm great. Just a hurt wrist, a head wound." He gestured toward the cut above his eye. ", and that monstrosity on my back."
When he bothered to look up, wondering about the silence that had so suddenly overcome the room, he blanched at the look on the others face.
"On your back?" Came a quiet voice, and he blinked.
"Yes.. But.. It's fine." Insisting this, he patted his side and feigned unhurt. But it stinged and he couldn't keep the grimace from his face and the hiss of pain that came from his mouth.
In the next moment, Izaya was being tossed on the bed, and he startled, pushing himself up on his elbows when he landed face first in the whitish blanket.
"Well hell, what was that for-" He cut himself off and looked at the blondes face again. It had gone from shock to.. Anger.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!" Shizuo shouted, smacking his back hard so he fell back into the blanket. Pain made him howl in frustration, and he prepared himself to get up and kick the bloody hell out of someone. Only he was forced back down. When his shirt was tore off of his back, Izaya's eyes were widening, and e felt hands smooth over his tender red skin.
"It hurts.." He complained after he'd gotten over his shock and embarrassment.
Shizuo was still looking at his back, and a few muffled responses came after a moment.
"It probably happened after you hit the ground.. A rock must've dug into you back on impact."
He blinked at this, and that flash of the ground rushing up toward him ran through his mind, making him jerk suddenly, and the other cursed.
"Fuck.. Can you sit up?"
Izaya sat up, more confused then angry, and threw an irritable glance at the worried person that stood before him. "Yes, I can. I was just standing a few minutes ago before you so kindly threw me on he bed. Thank you for that." When his shirt was offered to him, he snatched it and started to wrestle it over his head. Succeeding in this, he huffed and started to struggle to get his hurt wrist in, but he was stopped.
"Maybe.. You should shower. Or something. Clean that." Shizuo didn't wait for an answer, instead he nudged open a different door and tossed a few clothes items at him. "And where that. Blood soaked clothes are all that comfortable."
"Actually, I've grown used to the feeling." Izaya only smiled when the other winced, and stood. "And the shower is..?"
"Down the hall, to the left. First door on the right."
Without another word, he walked out of the door, hearing a "Stupid stupid stupid.." from the room, and he smiled to himself, following the directions that would lead him to the restroom. Once he passed the room he'd seen the two people- Shizuo and an unknown person- he paused, glancing around before shrugging and disappearing into his destination.
Once inside, however, he shut the door then sagged down, pulling his knees to his chest and gripping at his hair. He could ignore the pain from his head and wrist, but the throb in his back was constant and throbbing. Sweat broke out all over his body and he groaned when he pushed himself up to his feet.
Stumbling toward the sink, he flicked the water on and gripped the sides on the counter, ducking his head down and breathing heavily.
Not only was it painful, but he felt his heart beat speed up when he felt a burning memory. Hands.. Warm hands.
Shaking his head and feeling like a love sick little girl, Izaya slowly released his death grip on the marbled surface, and cupped cold water in his palms. Throwing it over his face, he sighed at the cooling affect it had and shut the water off, pulling free his clothes in favor of the water.
Climbing gingerly into the tub, he jerked the water on hot, hissing when it came in contact with his back.
His mind raced as he placed his hands against the wall, clawing his hands down painfully.
Hadn't the two of them been enemies? Were they still enemies? Or former?
And why were they acting so friendly? Did.. Something happen, which made Shizuo's desire to kill him turn into just plain desire? Or was he faking?
Izaya suddenly felt very very angry.
How dare he play this game with me? That was what Izaya did, and what he always would do.
Fuming, he turned his face up to the searing water.
How dare he.
During this, he hadn't heard the gentle knock on the door, or the lock click as the door opened.
"Izaya.. You dropped.. "
When he turned his face to look at who had come in, he saw wide eyes, but they weren't very.. Angry. They were just.. Startled. Confused and..
Staring at his body with such a lust filled gaze, Izaya felt himself blush.
Suddenly he didn't want the space between them to be so big.
"You.. Are fucking sexy."
At that, the distance between the two was closed, and Izaya was backed up against the wall and staring into those eyes he had hated so much, somehow kissing the man he had hated for so long.