Chapter Six: First Time.

 

My head throbbed… My throat was dry… I felt like I was on fire all over… It was hard to breathe… I was trembling slightly… I was covered in sweat…

 

I lied on my back, panting and red-faced. I kept my eyes closed as I moaned slightly, which made the blond next to me stir. “Sh-Shizu…” I croaked in a husky voice, wincing as my own voice made my head ache. I felt a fair amount of weight lift from beside me. “Izaya, you okay?” Shizu-chan asked, and I shook my head weakly. “H-hot…” Was all I could stutter. My blood felt like it was boiling… It felt like it was four hundred degrees…

 

I felt a cool hand on my head, and then a hushed “S**t!” come from the blond. “I-I’ll be right back…!” The blond assured, leaving me alone. I opened my eyes into slits, and knew I was in a bad situation when I noticed that my vision was blurred. I sighed as I moved my right hand to feel my heartbeat, cringing when I felt that I was coated in sweat. My heartbeat was normal, but it didn’t stop me from worrying. The only reason it was normal was probably because it wanted to go fast, but my limited movements wouldn’t allow it. I wanted to get up, I wanted to be anywhere but stuck to the sheets with my own sweat, but I was hardly able to even move my arms. Ugh, d****t… This sucks…

 

**Shizuo’s P.O.V**

 

D****t, this was all my fault!

 

I probably got sick for a whole half hour before my body killed the parasite, and in that time, I must’ve given it to Izaya! That scrawny info broker’s never even been sick before! How is his body going to cope with this?!

 

I flung a towel over my shoulder before rushing back into my room, which had kind of become Izaya’s room as well. He was still coated in sweat, he was still panting, and still red-faced… I felt sorry for him. I sat beside him, moving his black hair out of his face, which had become damp as it stuck to his forehead. I began to rub his chest with the towel, in an attempt to get all that sweat off. I saw that his back was sticking to the sheets, and I sat him up, his chin on my shoulder, so I could rub his back. He was so limp… I clenched my teeth as I made a decision…

 

I never wanted to hold Izaya if he was limp like this again…

 

I put Izaya back down gently, and his eyes slowly began to close. “Hey, don’t go to sleep yet, I need to get you some medicine.” I explained, and he opened his eyes into slits. He nodded silently in understanding as I moved my hands to the zipper of his pants. I wasn’t trying to be a perv or anything, but I assumed it’d be unbearable to wear skinny jeans when working up a fever. I pulled the zipper down, then undid the button. “Nn!” Was the sound that escaped Izaya’s mouth as I wrapped my fingers around his belt. I looked up at him, and couldn’t help but blush when I saw his face. He looked down at me as if I were some kind of rapist, but his eyes were half-lidded, and he looked way too weak to even raise a finger if I were to actually try anything. “Calm down, I’m just stopping you from overheating.” I assured, which seemed to make him calm down a little. I peeled his pants away from his legs and began to wipe them down. “I’ll get you your medicine and some water after this, okay?” I asked, glancing up at him. He nodded slightly as I threw the towel aside, kissing him lightly before I left the room. I put my hand over my mouth as I filled a glass with water, shocked as to how hot the others lips were. I could still feel the tingling heat on my lips… I put the glass on the bench before I clenched my fists and teeth in anger, as I believed it would’ve broken in two seconds flat. I had never felt so guilty… This was all my fault! Because of my own stupidity, Izaya was in pain… I bit my lip, trying to get rid of the heat from that small kiss… It pained me to know that was how hot he was. He must be in so much pain… But he can’t even speak properly, all because of me!

 

I wanted to scream.

 

I wanted to just scream until Izaya was okay, but after being with him for such a short amount of time, I knew that wasn’t going to work. Although he was a b*****d, I loved him, and he was damn smart, too. I tried taking a few breaths to calm myself down, but it hardly did anything. I shook my head as I forced myself to gently open the cupboard, only to find that pretty much every form of medicine was gone, except for about three calcium pills. “S**t, s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t!” I muttered to myself, forcing myself not to slam the cupboard, picking up the glass with a trembling hand as I tried not to break it.

 

I walked back into my room, sitting Izaya up, putting pillows behind him so he stayed put. His head jerked as he opened his eyes quickly, and I looked at him quizzically. “You were sleeping?” I asked, as I had been too irritated to look. “I must’ve dozed off…” He admitted sheepishly, and I sighed. “You really are sick…” I grumbled. Izaya looked up at me, opening his mouth, as if he were going to say something, but that look in his eyes quickly faded, and he closed his mouth. Knowing how much he loved to tease me in these sorts of situations, I placed my hand on his cheek gently, and he slowly looked back up at me. I put the glass on the bedside table, so I could hold his other cheek, to look into his eyes. “Izaya, are you okay?” I asked, not knowing what else to say. Izaya smiled weakly, and nodded. “Yeah…” He muttered, breathing hot air onto my hands.

 

He’s such a bad liar.

 

I continued to hold his burning cheeks, locking my eyes onto his, and he seemed to realise that he’d been caught out. “Don’t lie to me, Izaya…” I told him calmly, and he looked at me apologetically. “I don’t want to… Make you worry, Shizu-chan…” Izaya muttered, closing his eyes as he leant forward, wrapping his arms around me weakly. “You feel so cool, Shizu-chan…” He muttered into my shirt, and I wrapped my left arm around him, picking up the glass with my right. I shifted him in my arms, so his back was pressed against my chest, which he seemed to like, as he smiled weakly, his eyes still closed. “Oi, don’t just sit there, you have to have something to drink…!” I warned, shaking his shoulder weakly. He opened his eyes, gently taking the glass from my hand, and I noticed it shaking slightly before he put it to his mouth. He seemed reluctant at first, but he eventually allowed the cool liquid to flow down his throat, until the whole glass was gone.

 

I smiled slightly as I took the glass from him, putting it back onto the bedside table. “Do you want any more?” I asked quietly, but Izaya merely shook his head, curling up in my lap, his head against my stomach. “Oi, you can’t sleep like that…” I argued weakly, but Izaya ignored me, wrapping his arms around me as he tried to make himself more comfortable. He seemed to find a place, and smiled slightly as he wrapped his arms around my lower back, his feet hanging off the side of the bed. I sighed as I lifted him up slightly, laying him back down normally before I lied next to him. “Look, I can either stay here, or I can go get medicine, which do you want?” I asked, unsure of which I preferred myself. I wanted to get the medicine for him, so he’d feel better, but these were his weakest moments, and he didn’t have anyone else to hold right now. Izaya wrapped his arms around me, pressing himself closer.

 

“Stay…” He replied quietly, and I sighed. “Can I at least ask the next apartment over if I can borrow something?” I asked. That way, I would be back quickly, and I’d still get Izaya the medicine he needed. Izaya screwed his eyes shut tighter, then opened them half way. “Be quick, okay?” He asked, and I nodded before kissing him lightly again, sitting up. In all honesty, I was mortified. The apartment block across from mine was home to some introverted chick that actually had the guts to be on the same floor as me. The other four apartments were abandoned, simply because nobody was brave enough to stay there.

 

I’d never actually spoken to the girl, but I’d seen her walk up to her apartment once or twice when I left in the morning. I didn’t even know her name… Somebody mentioned it to me… It was a short name… Yuko? No, that wasn’t it… It started with “yu”, I knew that much. Yui? Yumi? Ugh, d****t…! My stupid brain won’t work! God d****t, no! Wait, “no”… Yu… no… Yuno…? No, that wasn’t it… Yu… na… Yuna… Yuna! Her name was Yuna!

 

I knocked on the girls door with a little bit of confidence, proud of having remembered her name. There was a moment of silence, then I heard light footsteps, before the door opened just enough for a bright green eye to peer out at me. “Shizuo Heiwajima?” She asked, her voice was high, but she spoke quietly. I nodded. “Yeah, that’s me. You’re Yuna, right?” I asked, and Yuna nodded, opening the door, so I could see her completely. Her hair was as dark as Izaya’s, and flowed all the way down her back. She was just as pale as the informant, too, but I couldn’t help but notice a bright red burn that covered the majority of her right arm, stopping just before her wrist. She wore a short-sleeve shirt, the colour of lavender, and pastel blue shorts, and she had such a thin frame that I could hardly believe she didn’t snap in two just by walking. Yuna nodded, brushing some of her black hair out of her face. “That’s me. Do you need something?” She asked, and I nodded. “Y-yeah… I was wondering if I could borrow one or two pills to treat a cold?” I asked, but Yuna merely tilted her head. “You don’t seem sick, Mr. Heiwajima.” She pointed out, and I chuckled. “No, no, they’re not for me. I have… Someone… Staying with me, and they’re really sick. And hey, just call me Shizuo.” I assured, and the girl smiled. “I’ll choose to believe you, Shizuo-sama. Come in.” Yuna offered, turning on her heel, which was easy to her, as she had a wooden floor, and white knee-high socks. “Just “Shizuo” is fine, Yuna.” I offered again, slightly embarrassed that I didn’t know her last name. “Do you want me to call you anything specific?” I asked, but the pale girl merely shook her head. “Anything is fine, really. I doubt we’ll talk that much, so it really doesn’t bother me.” She assured as she walked into her kitchen, which was surprisingly clean. Yuna pulled up a black leather chair and stood on it to reach the top cupboard. It was only then did I realise just how short she was. Her eyes were about level with my diaphragm, maybe a little lower, and judging by her shortness, slim frame, large eyes and high voice, she was way younger than what I had first thought. “Hey, do you live all by yourself?” I asked worriedly as she pulled out a small box. Yuna nodded as she closed the cupboard. “Yeah.” She added simply as she jumped off the chair, somehow keeping her balance despite the slippery surface she had to land on. “Aren’t you a little young?” I asked, but she merely shrugged as she pulled out a half-empty bottle of pills. “My parents didn’t seem to think so when they kicked me out.” She replied, before digging through one of her drawers for something. “Wh-what…?! How old were you…?!” I asked, surprised and somewhat angered.

 

I hated parents that did that, not that I could exactly talk. My parents were too scared to do such a thing, so I had no idea if they ever considered it. How could a parent be so callous as to abandon their own child? To tell them to leave and never come back? Did they not realise that their children looked up to them for guidance and love? A parent was supposed to be the one person who would love you, no matter what! How could they do such a thing! How could they be so gutless as to point their finger to the door and tell them to get lost?! Why would they -?!

 

“Fourteen. Old enough to take care of myself. I’m smart for my age, Shizuo-sama.” Yuna assured, her voice calming me slightly. “How old are you now?” I asked, trying to calm myself down. “I can’t say.” Yuna replied as she pulled out a ziplock bag, closing the drawer once she had finished. “Why’s that?” I asked curiously. Yuna looked at me over her shoulder. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” She offered, making me chuckle. “Oh, please, you’re telling this to the guy who could lift vending machines when he was eight. You’d be surprised as to what I can believe.” I assured, and she smiled slightly. “I’m one of the researchers for the Dollars… I guess I can tell you, since you’re a member too, just don’t tell anyone…” She offered. I looked at her head to toe. Her… A researcher? One of the few members that actually got to speak to the admin directly, through chat rooms? “You really are a smart kid, huh?” I asked, and she blushed slightly, turning back to the bag. “How many pills do you want?” She asked. “Just four’ll do. Two for now, two for tonight, right?” I asked, making sure they weren’t those overpowered pills, and you could only have one every 24 hours. Yuna nodded as she silently put the pills in the bag, handing it to me with her right hand, looking at me with her bright green eyes, smiling slightly. I found that I was unable to smile back as I stared at the burn on her arm. “Does that hurt?” I asked quietly. I hated the idea of pain, especially because I hardly felt it. Yuna shook her head. “No… Not anymore…” She assured. I wanted to ask her more about it, because it seemed that she had nobody to speak with about things such as this, but I could only imagine what state Izaya was in even now. I bowed slightly, to show my gratitude. “Th-thank you…! I owe you big time…!” I stuttered as I took the bag. “I have to go now, make sure my friend’s still breathing and stuff.” I joked, which made her giggle slightly. “I’ll walk you to the door, Shizuo-sama…” She offered, walking in front of me. “By the way, how long has your friend been staying with you?” She asked, and I shrugged. “A few days now, why do you ask?” I replied, and a small smirk spread across Yuna’s face as she held the door open. “Judging by what I know and heard, that person you have over is more than just a friend, especially judging by the moaning yesterday.” Yuna replied, and I felt myself blush a beet red. “Y-y-y-y-you h-h-heard us?!” I asked, and Yuna nodded, still smiling innocently. “Yeah, but don’t worry, the walls are thick enough. I just happened to walk past your door, is all.” She assured, but it did nothing to ease my blush. “I’m surprised you haven’t gotten angry, Shizuo-sama.” She pointed out. I shook my head as I stepped outside. “J-j-just a little embarrassed, is all…” I assured, still stuttering. Yuna merely smiled. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about it, Shizuo-sama. Your personal business is your personal business, and doesn’t concern me.” She assured me, which made me smile slightly as my bright red blush was reduced to a light pink. Something about Yuna made me calmer, and I could trust her. “I gotta go, thank you again, Yuna. I’ll try and talk to you more often, okay?” I called out as I made my way to my front door. “Don’t worry about it, I’m sure your boyfriend needs you more than I do.” She assured, and I turned to her again as I blushed just as brightly as before. Yuna began to laugh again, and covered her mouth. “What did you expect? Those moans obviously belonged to a male…!” She explained, and I sighed, chuckling. “I guess you’re right on that one…” I muttered under my breath as I opened the door. I waved. “I’ll see ya later, you little detective.” I teased, making her smile as she waved back.

 

“Tell Izaya I said "hi”.” Yuna added, before closing her door.

 

I stood there, frozen for a moment, with my mouth hung open in shock. She… She knew?! And she didn’t overreact?! How is that even possible?!

 

Ugh, I think that little detective across the hall is growing on me… She’s fun to hang around with.

 

I opened the door to the apartment and closed it behind me, quickly rushing into my room. “Izaya, I got the -” I began, but stopped when I saw that Izaya wasn’t in there. Oh, s**t! Where’d that little sick b*****d go to now?! Izaya… Where the f**k are you?!