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Fic DRRR ::Tell me = Help me:: [Shizaya] part II

Title : Tell me = Help me

paring : ShizuoXIzaya

Rate : PG-13

"I-SA-YA!!!" The next morning, everyone in Raira High greeted Dawn with roars of hatred that cut into the bones of the strongest boy in the school. The owner of the name who was about to walk into the classroom casually had his hand on the sliding door as he turned around and raised a confused eyebrow at Shizuo. Normally, that guy wouldn't have come to chase him down this early in the morning.

"Oh, Shizu-chan! Please, I'm not in the mood to play with Shizu-chan today." Even though he said that, he spread out his hands and twisted them around tantalizingly, as if even if the tall figure came closer to him, he would still be able to escape in time. And just like that, when a hand raised its claws and aimed to pounce on the white neck of the crafty cat, it fluttered and ran without any difficulty before running full speed against the irritated and clumsy body of the big monster.

The people around the balcony and surrounding areas were startled by the sound of angry roars. Everyone ducked out of the way of Izaya's passing. Even the teacher who said he was nosy, no one has come forward to warn him not to run along the balcony. Without wasting any time thinking about where it was leading him, Shizuo turned and dived down the thin back beneath his Gakuran shirt.

This is different from the people in front who have a habit of using their brains more than their strength. He ran up the stairs, aiming for the rooftop.

If it were there, he might be able to hide behind the water tank for five seconds before seizing the moment to close the door, trapping the hunter on the rooftop, allowing the other party to break through the door no matter what, much to the chagrin of his escape. out of sight first

Sigh... If I were in the mood to play more, I would have actually planned to lure the other party into jumping off the rooftop. Experiment to see if something like Shizu-chan will die or not.

It's fun just thinking about it.

Bang!

Izaya pushed open the rooftop door where he had stolen the key from the caretaker to leave it open as long as he wanted and quickly closed it.

Bang!!!

The door swung open with more strength than before and an angry figure roared, calling out to the person who had disappeared. "Izaya!!!" His voice echoed back amidst the harsh, ear-piercing wind. Golden eyes flickered left and right before slowly moving to survey the rows of tall iron mesh barriers.

There was nothing but the blue sky, nothing but the wind, nothing but emptiness.

Some figures stood behind them with their arms crossed and smiling. This brain protozoan doesn't even know he's here. From a person's blind spot, it is easy to hide in an open space. The more that person uses their brain to think, the more they can be sure that their shallow plan will succeed. Slender, mischievous eyes observed the other person's confusion before bursting into laughter.

"Kick..."

Suddenly, the eyes of the aware person turned around to meet their gaze. Even so, Izaya was still confident that he could escape. The slender figure gave a challenging smile before turning around, pulling the door open and closing it quickly. A heavy iron bar next to the door was placed to block it.

Bang!

The other party charged with full force from behind the door as expected. Smiling as if admiring a work of art, the red eyes stared at the iron bar that was bent nearly ninety degrees and spooned up through the glass on the doorway. The smile immediately fell when he saw the famous fist instead of those golden eyes.

Phlaeng!

Shizuo punched the glass with full force. A large hand slipped through and quickly grabbed a slender arm. This was not in Izaya's calculations, so the bone-breaking contact completely erased the seam in his eyes.

"Haha... Wow, what a shock. Shizu-chan surprised me this time."

Even beyond expectations But it makes the person in front of him even more interesting. This is the value of a piece that doesn't follow Orihara Izaya's calculations.

"You're such an annoying tick." The usual insults didn't make Izaya feel any discomfort. On the contrary, he even wanted to laugh. If it weren't for the fact that Shizuo's next sentence made the consistently good-mouthed person chok up. “I will drag you back to your sister. You won't have to go to work there again."

His slender body was stiff from his fingertips to his jawline. His eyes flickered as if he were afraid for a moment before returning to a calm, narrow look again. But that irritating, teasing smile didn't return. Izaya's declaration of the craziest thing he'd heard told Shizuo that he knew something about him.

Whether you know a lot or a little, it's all the same. "Shinra... told Shizu-chan?"

One of the few people who knows this...

"nothing"

There are really few people.

“Huh.” A smile stretched across his lips again as he thought of who was the culprit. His challenging eyes raised and he raised his eyebrows seductively. "You probably didn't accidentally strangle my cute twins, Shizu-chan." If it were the two of them, that would say it all. Even though I don't know why Mairu and Kururi would expose their personal matters to their brother's arch enemy, Heiwajima Shizuo, if they said they would have fun helping the blond-haired young man win in a game of chasing. Dealing with him seems a bit unreasonable.

“No, the person I want to strangle is you.” His hand increased the pressure on his arm, as if to emphasize in those words who the person he wanted to kill the most was. But Izaya's arm was already numb. No matter how much I squeezed it tighter, the murky, blood-colored eyes still had a cold glow that didn't fade away.

"Then do it," Slim challenged.

“I hate you right here!” The tall figure suddenly shouted as if the lines of frustration had broken. "Why did you give up so easily?!" Why are you willing to risk danger? If life is so chaotic, why don't you directly ask for help!?" Shizuo panted violently. I didn't feel tired from shouting loudly, but my heart was pumping harder than expected. He's already spoken out.

Something has been warned. A warning to those who want to kill from the first time they meet. What kind of feelings does he speak with?

"Your life is important to you..."

"That's stupid." His sweet, slender face bowed low. It was a word that was inserted into the rambling sentence that was out of character for an angry young man. It was soft, but Shizuo was sure he wasn't deaf. "In the real world, if you cry, no one will help you."

Shock!

“It's the size of Shizu-chan. You still hate me.” The sharp blade cut so fast that the strongest young man in Ikebukuro was not aware of it. Crimson blood splashed through the expression and the cruel and sneering eyes of the person who had left a scar on the wrist that held the restraint on the arm and would not let go. Carelessness, mistake. This gap resulted in Izaya being the one to escape.

It is said that humans are afraid of death.

Even a person who looks like a demon is still afraid of death.

"Izaya!!!"

But that's life. Those who shrink and accept their fate are the ones who deserve to die.

The door shattered into shreds as the voice of rage and enormous destruction power rose up. The thin figure of the name owner quickly jumped down the stairs to escape the death that was coming at his neck. But then under the foot of the foot that stepped on the full step, the next step was slightly off the ground as intended. As a result, the vision in front of me tilted and dropped along with my heart.

death life

Hurry!

The image flickered away before the impact of something gripping the body tightly. The warmth of the human's skin radiated until his heart pounded violently with a mix of excitement and shock. This feeling and sensation is probably not close to death.

"Are you... afraid of dying as well?" Shizuo looked at the person in his arms, he wasn't sure why he was reaching out to help him. But the other's slender arms were also straight up and clinging to him tightly. And it probably stems from fear like ordinary people. Izaya didn't know how to respond to those insults.

"...Why help?" He could only see soft, black hair. He could only hear a muffled voice speaking against his chest. Even though he heard it clearly, he couldn't answer that question. Why did he help him? "Pity me?"

"You're not that pathetic."

"Then let go!" The smaller man struggled until he finally managed to escape from the arms that held him safely. The safety he would have chosen to stay in forever instead of facing all the dangers.

Yes, he decided to leave that house. Because Mairu and Guru started to cry. And he was annoyed. Annoyed to the point of having to go out and seek danger. In exchange for making the house safe for the younger sister.

Those girls. I'll stop crying.

"Don't interfere in my family's affairs again, Heiwajima Shizuo." Those were the last cold words before the sound of footsteps descending the stairs echoed away and slowly disappeared.

The moment he was stunned by Orihara's privacy barrier. Izaya and Heiwajima Shizuo were the moment that they found out. 'He himself doesn't know anything about the other party.'

And it raises the question again and again: Why?

Why was he chasing Izaya so early in the morning?

Why did he forbid Izaya from working in the news trade?

Why does he talk about nonsense?

Why was he holding back Izaya?

Why did he help Izaya?

Why was he... holding Izaya?

That evening, Izaya, who had returned to the apartment in the early evening, unlocked the door to his room. The young man took off his shirt and threw it on the sofa before inserting the thermos with an irritated expression. He had just transferred the full amount to that woman several days ago. He knew that the woman he made a contract with was becoming more and more broken.

They also demanded more money than the maintenance fees for Mairu and Kururi. Even if you weren't a news trader, it wouldn't be difficult to guess what the money was spent on. He is patiently risking death to earn money to pay the amount these days, only to prolong the time for Mairu and Kururi.

He knew that the twins knew what deal they had with her fake mother that day because on many occasions Mairu and Kururi had fled to his apartment and insisted on staying with them. That might be fine if that was the home of a normal high school kid and not a news vendor. Ever since he decided to pursue this profession, the young man had always known that he had stepped into another world. Danger, pain, and death had become commonplace.

But if he dies It must be painful to watch.

"Because of this, I was able to hug Shizu-chan... Really?” he muttered softly as the clear window reflected his own confused eyes. He knows that to be a smart person, he has to be smart, he has to stand above everyone. To overcome death Even if he uses his intelligence for that purpose, he might be asking the same question as a person with a brain the size of a protozoan.

Why...

Why does Shizu-chan want me to call for help? Why, why...

"Or because I said it like that" If I cried... Will Shizu-chan come and help me? "So... I'll help."

Will you help?

Will it really help?

With people who have hated each other since the first time they met.

What is he... hoping for?

He was so lost in thought that he didn't realize that his expression changed with the heat that burned on his cheeks in a way that he hadn't intended for it to happen. While making himself look out of the clear glass The scenery was completely dark. There was only light from tall electric poles and flickering black shadows.

shadow?

His brows furrowed and they were almost tied together. But then he relaxed when he heard the room's bell ring. The young man let out a deep sigh and let out a slight smile, adjusting his expression as if he had received an invitation from a party. He grabbed the same jacket on the sofa and put it back on. Including your favorite pair of shoes He glanced slightly at the blank, amused expression reflecting back from the clock face before opening the door in welcome.

“Thank you for the magnificent invitation to create. Boss Ghani has not bad taste, haha.” As soon as his words were spoken, a group of men with gigantic, hair-raising figures rushed towards the body, who had spread their hands and allowed the other to hold them politely. Some felt the dirty cloth covering their eyes, mouth, and arms and legs. They searched for a pocket knife in his shirt and threw it away. After that, he was carried away to an unknown location.

This simplicity is not voluntary at all. It was a long-awaited preparation by the news trader Orihara Izaya.

I really want to know what kind of answer the unpredictable Mak will give him this time.

It wasn't often that a tall figure ran with all his might. Not long after he returned home he received a call from Shinra. His young friend's panicked and serious tone conveyed a message that made the phone in his hand nearly be crushed.

"Izaya disappeared."

That short message was all it took for him to quickly find his way to the apartment he'd been to a few times. Shizuo was on his hands and knees, panting in front of the door. Before pushing it away, a black shadow like a spider's web suddenly attacked from the darkness in the room. Shizuo responded by instinctively using his hands. But that shadow dissipated before a voice in the room shouted forbidding him.

"Come on, Celty! It's Shizuo!" This was Shinra's voice. The lights in the room were flickered on until a high school student wearing glasses and a scholar appeared standing with a young woman in a black rider suit. Her head was covered with a yellow cat-eared helmet, but the shield blocking the girl's view, reflecting the light outside the window, was darker than a shadow.

"Shinra, and..." Shizuo considered it before pressing his eyebrows down. "Black Motorcycle Driver"

[Celty Sterusson is an acquaintance of Shinra.] Celty politely took the PDA and introduced herself.

"It's my bride-to-be," Shinra said with a gloomy face and the black shadow harshly insulted him like always until he was choked. But Shizuo didn't care about that juggling act. He looked at the surrounding area that had been ransacked until it was in ruins. scattered documents The computer appears as a lopsided blue screen on the desk. The coffee cup that had been sitting there was spilled and left a brown stain.

The books were scattered and some were torn and destroyed. There was no sign of the room owner.

“Celty, who works as a porter, had an appointment with Izaya at 8:00 p.m. But when she came here, it was like this. Plus I can't contact Izaya like this, all I can think about is that he's been taken away."

"In the real world, if you cry, no one will help you."

“It's the size of Shizu-chan. You still hate me."

Does he still hate Orihara Izaya until the moment he ran all the way to this apartment? Do you really want to kill me? Or should I actually thank the person who kidnapped that bastard? But why do you feel the urge to kill that guy instead?

"Brother Isa!" The door slammed open again and two small figures rushed in with all their might. They were the girls who had just met Shizuo the day before. Mairu and Kururi took a deep breath at the state of the room they saw. Before the two of them regained their composure as quickly as Orihara Izaya's younger sister."

When were you taken away?" Mairu was the one to ask Shinra.

"I still saw Izaya this afternoon... It's probably from the time I got home until last evening." Shinra replied nonchalantly. He knew about Izaya. and know enough to know some of the heroic deeds of the two

"It's probably Shiki's partner Yakuza gang that got betrayed by Brother Isa and was soon destroyed," Mairu explained calmly. Kururi took out some paper from her bag and handed it to Shinra. It was a map of "Probable Address".

"Why do you know?" Shizuo asked, furrowing his brows in curiosity.

“We investigated everything about my brother. I'm worried about this. After all, he is our brother.”

Worried... or?

"Celty, please go help Izaya," Shinra handed the paper over to the headless racer who nodded obediently. Izaya may be a dangerous man, but he's not as deadly as her or Heiwajima Shizuo.

"I'm coming too!" A tall blond figure said to Shinra's surprise. But allows Shizuo to ride behind Celty.

"Here, Brother Shinra."

"Huh?"

"Shizuo-san, will you be able to help Isa?" Mairu tugged on his sleeve and asked nervously at the young doctor, but then the bespectacled young man smiled.

“If I can't help it, I won't allow Celty to ride in the back. What I need to worry about is what that thing will do to Izaya next.”

Some people are being surrounded. At least that's how it felt before the answer was confirmed when the dirty blindfold was pulled down.

People... tall, low, black, white, vary by more than half a hundred. They were all wearing raven-colored suits, which didn't seem to indicate their status as underdogs at all. Izaya smiled as his scanning eyes fell on the culprit. A middle-aged man with short, cropped red hair clinging to his scalp stood and glared at him with unspeakable malice.

Both ears were pierced with countless earring holes. The jaw line is clenched tightly. The small eyes lit up as if he was extremely pleased to see the figure of the crafty news trader in such an inferior state.

Heh, it's really nice to see him wanting to kill him that much besides Shizu-chan.

Izaya laughed sarcastically in his throat. The situation may seem stalled. Can't see any escape route, but it doesn't make news traders be afraid and beg for their lives like they should. “It is really surprising that there are still so many people left. Did that Shiki let you guys come back and kill me?” Because he was still a rookie. It is not strange that a mafia veteran like that old man would let those who might pose a threat in the future go unpunished.

That old man played the wrong game this time.

Izaya shook his head, fed up. Even though Shiki is an interesting customer, if he manages to escape, what will the other party do?

The young man's impatience was like a trigger for the other party's emotional explosion. An impatient person like the red-haired boss shouted. A story about a case involving a news vendor as an intermediary

“You sold our secrets to that old man!” The man in front of him roared, sending a fierce aura of resentment towards Izaya. But he still kept a neutral face.

"Oh, of course. My job is to sell what I know to people who pay good money."

“You lured us away to be slaughtered by that old man. Almost half of my subordinates died because of you alone! It's good that that old man spared my life so I could come back and take revenge.” A disdainful voice sounded. The person in front of him calmed down at the last sentence and told some truths that made Izaya tremble.”

And a drunken woman gave me your address for a cheap price.”

If there was a drunken woman who might know his whereabouts, That person must definitely be the person he transfers money to every month.

That ungrateful woman truly brings endless misery... No wonder Dad ran away.

Bright eyes looked up at the entire person. The light in his eyes reflected back and became unreadable as before, as if he had cut himself off from the past. Both that woman All the people here He will be the one to decide what to do without considering the worthless relationship. "Stupid idiots like you can't kill me."

All humans are pawns in Orihara Izaya's board game, that's the truth.

The young man's words The other party lost consciousness and walked in. The boss of that side raised his body higher before delivering a violent punch, opening the door for many of his subordinates to vent their anger with their bare hands. The tightness and pain made it impossible to move away. The rope that bound his hands was also another shackle that made him inferior as well. As soon as he fell, a large hand spread out and pressed against his temple.

“I will have all the people here impale you one at a time with your own knives.” The sound of a folding knife flicking was a familiar sound that caused red eyes to gleam. “Not to die from the first time. Otherwise it won't be fun, heh."

Shock!

The sound of stabbing into flesh was terrifying. Sticky, moist liquid immediately flowed down the two arms he raised. The knife might taste blood, just as the stabber had hoped. But it also cut the ropes of restraints until they broke as the victim had intended. An event beyond what was imagined sent the powder into a momentary halt.

Izaya took advantage of the moment he kicked the other man's stomach and immediately stood up and ran. One person... two people... dodged and rushed towards the only exit from the rooftop of an abandoned building. Even though the numbers were too different and the body was already damaged before, someone like him who had always been running away from the strongest man in Ikebukuro was a different matter.

Bang!

Except the leg was amputated like now.

Some bodies slid shamefully onto the concrete floor. A lot of blood flowed from his left leg, which had been pierced by a bullet wound. But the hand still reached its full length, trying to reach for the exit a few inches away. He told himself to force it just a little more, but then his hope was snatched away like his head was being dragged back to its original place.

"You!!!" Someone grabbed Izaya's head. And many others rushed over, grabbing his arms and legs and dragging his battered body back to face the red-haired boss who was bloodied with rage. It grabbed Izaya by the neck and dragged him to the low fence of the rooftop. Lifts Izaya's body until he floats. The tips of her slender feet tried to rest on the edge of the concrete floor for safety, but the height difference was too great, causing her entire body to now float in the air. Only the hand of the other party that was ready to let him fall to his death held him, no different from hanging himself on the guillotine.

The cold wind blows, it's empty and lonely. Whispering about death in the ear of a young news trader who had just recently made a mark on the industry.

"Let's end it. Is there anything you want to say?" A stern voice shouted, as if in no mood to indulge in his victim's demands. Just ask according to customs only.

Izaya grinned, "You're an idiot."

Shock!

Izaya's heart nearly stopped. His eyes widened because the scene in front of him was not as expected as a strange, black, streaky shadow shot into the throat of the person who was hanging the boy's life like a spear of death. His heart twitched for a moment, pounding violently as the hand holding his neck began to lose its strength.

And when the heat around the neck disappears and the scenery becomes more frightening The body was exposed to the wind and emptiness, causing the subconscious to shout out to indicate that it was... fall

It's bad. It's bad. It's bad. It's bad. It's bad. It's bad. It's bad. It's bad. It's bad. It's bad. It's bad. It's bad. It's bad.

Hell, I don't want to die yet.

One bet on that question. There's still no answer here.

If I sing... Will Shizu-chan come help me?

His eyes drifted open and he saw a crescent moon framed by the top of a tall building in front of him. The sky of Ikebukuro was pitch black like the faint hope of gambling. But since he chose to start the game, he had to try until the last second. His thin lips stretched out into a smile as if he was praying in front of that moon with all his faith like he had never done before in his life, with those words finally deciding to speak.

"Help me, Shizu-chan."

"Izaya!!!"

Ruby eyes widened in response to the summons. His heart couldn't help but swell even though he was in a situation where he would die no matter what. But as soon as he heard the answer, he was immediately convinced that he would live.

The force of the impact in the arms that reached out to catch with all their might before wrapping themselves in a full embrace and swooping, using themselves as a cushion to reduce the damage of the body falling from a height.

My heart is still beating.

Panting, even though it hurts... Pain all over my body was indescribable.

If he were a normal person, he would probably be dead. Thankfully, the current cushion is Heiwajima Shizuo.

"H... Haha..." Izaya's smile faltered, half-dazed, half-happy. The last bit of consciousness that understood his own feelings made a gesture that made him smile fully like he had never smiled before. "Shizu-chan... Really a good person."

Shizuo opened his eyes and readied himself to his feet, anxiously examining his nemesis. The other party had signs of being beaten. The arm was stabbed, the left leg was shot. If he had come any later, this body would have been thrown from a five-story building and died on the spot. Even though he was breathing, all of these symptoms caused wrinkles of anger to surge in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth until he heard a terrifying crunching sound in his ears. The tall figure placed the injured man on his back before calling another person over.

"Celty!" A black motorcycle arrived. She just used her shadow to kill the person who was holding Izaya hanging from the rooftop, but it caused Izaya to fall. The headless woman wasn't sure if Shizuo would turn on her as well. "Please take this guy to Shinra."

There was no time for Celty to act withdrawn. She hurriedly typed on her PDA until her fingers were racing. [And you?]

"Me?" Shizuo repeated without looking. The beast's eyes stared at the peak where Izaya had been with fury. "I'll deal with those guys myself!"

Celty was quiet for a while before taking Izaya's body into her care while typing out a PDA. [Don't let me die] Then take the vehicle away. Leaving Shizuo with a cold laugh in his throat, "That's difficult," before returning to roaring loudly.

“You guys up there. If you don't come down yet, I'll go up and throw you all off the rooftop!!!"

"Shinra~ Hey Shinra-kun~" A completely dead voice called out to the person who had just returned to his own quarters. Kishitani Shinra, the future barbarian doctor, looked at the situation in front of him with the utmost amusement. "What are you laughing at? You intend to kill me, right!?”

This is another funny story. He had never seen Orihara. For once, Izaya's face turned bright red. It looked more like a cat hissing to conceal its own defeat.

"What is it, Brother Isa? I took the time to stop studying and become a nurse. Hey! It's time for the injection.” Mairu, dressed as a nurse, held up a pen-sized medicine needle. And that made Izaya's hair flutter in horror.

"no! Go away, Mairu!” Izaya wasn't afraid of needles. But he was afraid of whatever was in his sister's hands, everything.

"Nice!"

"no!"

"It's really noisy." The tall, irritated figure pushed Shinra away who was blocking the door. As soon as he saw who the owner of the voice was The two twins immediately rushed out. As Izaya's eyes lit up as he saw a way out.

“Hello Shizuo-san. Please take care of my brother today." Mairu greeted cheerfully as Kururi bowed her head in polite greeting. The two come to see Izaya every day. Some days I take turns with Shizuo and Shinra. It had been like this for nearly a week until Izaya's illness began to subside even as his headaches worsened. Seeing that someone had taken their turn, the twins grabbed their bags and said goodbye to everyone in the room.

"Sigh," Izaya let out a sigh as soon as the mess was gone. Some bodies slowly lay down, feeling exhausted.

"Heh heh. It's good to have a younger sibling too, Izaya-kun."

"If you want it, I'll give it to you," Izaya replied with a scowl. Shinra quickly refused the melee and went into the kitchen. Leaving Shizuo, who had been silent for a long time, dragging a chair to sit next to the bed. He always did this while he was unconscious. Even though it was surprising at first, it has become a habit now.

"How are you"

Izaya laughed softly as if it was a normal question. "Not that good Mairu and Kururi are causing trouble to the point where I can't sleep like usual."

“They are very worried about you. When you disappeared." Shizuo tried to speak normally and watched Izaya's expression for a moment. Some of them didn't seem too surprised and didn't even try to annoy him.

"I'm more afraid there won't be anyone to tease." He laughed deep in his throat. A clear laugh that the more you listened, the more you felt like you wanted to hear it more than the irritating words he'd picked up before. "True, Shizu-chan misunderstood one thing back then," Izaya stood up again. times with a sudden change of subject His dark eyebrows raised in question.

"what"

"Asking me why you're willing to die so easily, it's not true." Small's head shook slowly in denial. "I, if I die, I want to go to heaven. But it looks like people like me will only go to hell, so I don't want to die." The laughter turned sarcastic at this fact. "Also...

If I die, who will take care of Mairu and Kururi?”

Just one sentence The words Shizuo intended to say earlier disappeared before his eyes. A sentence he never expected to hear from the mouth of a cold-blooded person like Izaya.

“You have to do something dangerous. Everything comes from my decision. And it's not about responsibility. All because I found it fun. As for the comfort of his lovely sister, it's just a by-product.” He never thought about whether his father would have had a more comfortable life if his father hadn't run away.

If he had been born with a better mother, would he have had a more normal life? If he didn't have a younger sibling who gave him headaches from morning until evening, would he be willing to face such danger?

He doesn't think... because if any element in this life is even slightly distorted, He might not have been born to meet Heiwajima Shizuo.

The person who was sleeping rose up and knelt on the bed. His soft, slender face reached closer and closer until he could see his own sparkling eyes reflected in the other's slender eyes. “This time is the same. I want to know if Shizu-chan will come help me.”

The words... the breath... the close touch that made the heart beat uncontrollably.

"You're really crazy." Shizuo sat up straighter, looking annoyed while his face lit up. It had to be like this to be the Izaya he despised. Surprisingly, normally he would have dealt with it by now. But you probably saw that he was sick, so he didn't do anything to the smiling figure who didn't understand what he said at all."

Next time, I won't help you."

"I'm not asking for Shizu-chan's help." The figure who had just recovered from his deadly condition gave a cocky smile, teasing the tall figure who was not in a good mood. It's like a challenge that he's good at. And he never refused.

"Yes! If you don't call, you won't call. Then make sure no one can kill you, I'll go after you myself. Prepare yourself!”

The blond-haired young man shook his head and stomped out of the room, leaving the sick people looking on in shock before bursting out into full laughter like he hadn't done in a long time.

“Hahaha!! Shizu-chan really has a protozoan brain!"

You tried to tease me, but you still ran away. It's not cute at all.

That's it. Tomorrow he'll try running slower.

Run away slowly, get closer.

More, more, and more until Shizu-chan realizes that's it!

Fin.

I've been away for a while after posting a Hijigin fic (which was so perfect). I suddenly became crazy about Shizuiza. So this fic arose by complete coincidence and thoughtlessness.

Fiction unfolding period

First truth I just want to write Mairu and Kururi.

Truth number two Actually, this fic is a family fic that focuses on the Orihara twins and their older brother. But after doing it, it became like this.

Third truth This story doesn't have a theme, like I said, it focuses on family, so the story between Isa and Shizu is something that was thought about during the writing, just random and drunk.

Fourth truth This story was originally called

The twin love her bro.

The truth of the charge Did you see that there's nothing related to Shih Tzu? Hahahaha //killed.