Poisoning From The Inside

Bipolar Fleas Are Hard To Tame

After a night of endless tossing and turning, waking up every hour, I finally gave up and looked at the clock. It was 7:30 a.m. so I decided to finally leave bed. Izaya wasn't in bed sleeping, so I just assumed he was watching television in the living room, or doing his informant work at the computer. Shrugging it off, I entered the bathroom and turned the shower on high.

As I stripped, I looked in the mirror and frowned. The scar Izaya had given me on the first day we met showed blatantly across my skin. Everytime I looked at it, I usually scowled thinking of the annoying asshole who gave it to me, but today, I didn't feel like it. I actually looked at it and smiled, realizing how silly it was. Realizing how silly we were. What did we fight about all those years? What was the driving force that made us hate each other so strongly?

Before I could let myself slip into further thought, I stepped into the shower, letting the hot pellets hit my skin like hot needles. Upon contact, goosebumps formed all over my skin. Showering felt good, especially after the stressful night I endured. Just letting the steaming water flow over me without a care in the world, was pure unadulterated and ignorant bliss. I was so completely lost in blissful abandon, that I didn't hear the bathroom door creak open from the other side of the room.

Izaya stepped into the shower, fully clothed and gave me a sloppy Cheshire grin, "Ey Shi-zu Chaaaaan~~" 

Before I could have any type of formal reaction, I so eloquently yelled, "Izaya?! Oh my god what the fuck?!" Immediately covering my private areas, I blushed and looked at him half angrily, half confused. What in the world was he doing?

After a minute of examination of the flea that stood in front of me, the confusion turned into full anger. He smelled heavily of alchohol, and his balance was off, making him sway from side to side. His grin was sloppy, and his eyes slightly dilated. He was drunk. Izaya Orihara, who I've been spending 99% of my time lately trying to stop the alchoholism with, was drunk off his ass. I scowled down at him, barely restraining myself from slapping him across the face.

"Oooo~ Look at you Shizu-chan~" Izaya stepped closer to me, and I stepped back. He frowned a little, but instantly replaced it with his tell-tale grin. With a chuckle he stepped closer to me, knowing I was basically backed against a wall at this point. He traced my collar bone with his finger gently and pressed his body against mine. "Didn't anyone ever tell you how sexy you were~~ Move your hands~" With Izaya's free hand, he grabbed hold of the hand I had covering my abdominal regions.  

"Izaya! St-" I couldn't even finish complaining before Izaya had his lips placed sloppily against mine. He tasted bitter and sour, exactly like the vodka he loved so much. I crinkled my nose in response to the gross bitterness, and pulled my face away for a second. He instantly reconnected our lips and bit my lip a little too hard, drawing blood. I sighed through my nose, annoyed by this whole morning so far.

I picked Izaya up and placed him on the sink counter. He was soaking wet and this point and dripping all over the floor. I turned the shower off, and wrapped a towel around myself. I raised a warning finger at Izaya and said, "Stay. I'll be right back,"

As soon as I had left the bathroom, I slipped into my clothes. I was so angry at Izaya for doing this again, I almost tore 3 buttons off of my shirt during the button-up process. As I moved back into the bathroom fully clothed, I noticed Izaya sitting on the counter in only his pair of soaking wet obsidian boxers. His clothes lay on a wet heap on the floor and I face palmed, knowing today was going to be a hectic one.

"Go put some clothes on," I murmured angrily. Izaya, in his drunken state, tried to descend from the counter only for his knees to buckle seconds later. I caught him in my arms, seconds before his head would have collided with the toilet. That wouldn't have been pretty. As I looked down, I noticed he was sound asleep in my arms, snuggled against my chest gripping the fabric of my shirt gently. His face showed content, as if he didn't know the consequences of his actions. 

I sighed in defeat once more, and carried him back to his bed. His hair was dripping wet, and his boxers were soaked all the way through, but I didn't even care anymore. I gently placed him into bed and covered him in layers of blankets, remembering that it had snowed last night. We'll see how much he liked it when he was changing the wet bed sheets with a hangover.

My vest was slightly damp, and the bathroom was a mess of Izaya's soaked clothes, and the puddles that dripped off of him. Another mess for his hangover to clean later. I was horrified to see how much alchohol he had consumed. Just as I had imagined, tears formed in my eyes upon seeing 2 bottles of vodka well emptied. Not even a drop remained.  The kitchen was a mess. Beer bottles, emptied vodka bottles, even shot glasses littered the tables. 

I was angry, but I was definitely more sad at this point. What had pushed him to do this again? I thought I was actually making progress. . . was I naive to believe that I was actually getting through to someone as dense as Izaya Orihara? I laid on the couch and glanced at the clock on the wall, ticking ever so slowly. It was only 8:15. Not even an hour had passed since I had woken up. As I lay and contemplate my words for Izaya, I couldn't help but want this day to be over already.

I touched my collar bone, suddenly remembering Izaya's soft gentle touches. My face immediately flooded with heat, envisioning the countless things that could of happened in that shower. Before I could let my thoughts sail even further into the gutter, I shook my head. No. Izaya was drunk. He didn't mean it. He was just one of those horny drunks that takes what they want from other people. In my heart of hearts though, I knew Izaya wasn't like that. Was he? I put my face in my hands and groaned.

"Uggggh! This boy is going to be the death of me!" As I finished my groaning and deep thinking fits, I heard a stirring in the room adjacent from me. 

Before I could even guess what came next I heard a loud exclamation of "Fuuuuuuuck" come out of Izaya from his bedroom. Probably his stupid hangover. I heard him open the door to the bathroom and then came a loud thud. I ran over to whatever it was, to find Izaya face down on the bathroom  floor, feet tangled in his damp clothes. 

I couldn't help but genuinely laugh and help him off the floor. I was still laughing in his face when he scowled at me and held his ears to drown out the sound. "Keep it down! What are you laughing at you big asshole?" 

I gently kissed his lips, and murmured 'You' into his ear. I loved him, but I hated him equally right now. Izaya didn't seem to be having it though. He wasn't accepting the affection, in fact, he looked even more upset then before. I cupped his face in my hands and looked down at him. "What's wrong?"

He tried to look away but I held his face in place. He pushed me away with as much strength as a 5'9" guy with a hangover could muster. With tearful eyes he looked me dead in the face and said a sentence that I never expected him to utter.

"Stop faking your damn affection, you protazoan!"