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ShizuoxReader: Dancing With Danger: Part 4

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"I'm sorry, Miss _______, but we were not able to trace the transaction."

You looked up in horror at the solemn police officer.  He and his colleague had only knocked on Shizuo's front door five minutes ago, and you already didn't like where this was going.

"So... You don't know who did it... Or where the money went...?"  You asked slowly.  You shifted in your chair.  Across the table, the officer simply nodded.

"There's no way to tell.  Someone extremely crafty must've done it."  He sighed.  "We'll keep looking into it, of course, but for the time being, it's a dead end."

You bit your lip looked away.  "All right, well...Thanks for the update."  You didn't really know what to say at this point.  In all honesty, you'd been expecting something like this.

'Someone extremely crafty...'  You were glad Shizuo was out working.  Hearing that would've set him off on another rampage.

"No problem, Miss.  We will continue to keep you updated."  The officer got up, and you followed suit.  "Have a nice day."  He tipped his hat.

"Thanks, you too."  You walked them to the door and closed it behind them.  You stood staring at the door, lost in thought.  A part of you was glad that they hadn't found the money. Any more changes in your already unstable life would be hard to cope with.  And you were pretty happy this way, anyway.  Living with Shizuo was going way better than you'd expected.  He respected your privacy, and he wasn't terribly messy.  He was actually led a really quiet and laid back life when he wasn't at work or attempting to kill Izaya.  

You liked to try to keep out of his way whenever possible.  Fortunately, you'd never been much of a bathroom hog.  You'd only been staying there for a couple of days, but you took it upon yourself to clean house a little.  You felt bad just staying there and doing nothing for Shizuo- you didn't pay him rent or anything.  You even went as far as to clean Shizuo's laundry once, mostly because it had been laying on the washer machine for a while.  Other than that, you cooked homemade meals when you didn't have to work.

He seemed to appreciate these things.  At least, you thought he did.  He wasn't complaining, so that's a good sign, right?

You sighed and plopped down on your 'bed'.  Today you didn't have to work.  It was a good chance to do something you'd been meaning to...

Ever since you were cornered by those thugs, you'd been thinking about working out more.  You didn't like where your current level of strength was.  Although you didn't want to admit it, being friends with Shizuo did put you in significantly more danger.

You pushed yourself off the couch and went to get ready.  Luckily, you had the money to buy clothes for dance practice.  Since your budget was tight, they'd have to double for work-outs.  

You knew the perfect place to go.  Ten minutes after you left the house, you walked into a bland looking building. You entered a reception area that was sparsely decorated.  This was the part you were dreading.  The money.  You had just gotten your paycheck yesterday, so the situation wasn't bad, but you were still low on cash.

You talked to the receptionist and found out that a membership there didn't cost all that much.  Just in case you didn't like it, though, you had a month for free.  You decided that joining a gym was worth it at this point.  Every time you went outside alone, you felt vulnerable.

You made a mental note to buy a Swiss army knife or mace, maybe.

You thanked the receptionist and went to work out.  You were kind of a noob to work out equipment, so you decided to try out everything while you were there.  There were so many different machines that you ended up exhausted pretty quickly.

After half an hour or so, you just ended up running on the treadmill.  Stamina was important when running away from bad guys, you supposed.

You stopped the treadmill and got off it, letting the sweat drip off of you.  You felt much better after your workout, and you even decided to jog a little on your way home.

With the key that Shizuo gave you, you opened the door and turned on the light. It had gotten dark while you were at the gym.

"Hello?"  You called.  No one answered.  You were kind of glad.  Over the past couple of days you had gotten used to Shizuo seeing you right after you'd woken up in the morning, but you kind of wanted to spare him the sweaty image you were sporting now.

You quickly locked yourself in the bathroom and immediately jumped into the shower.  Only this once would you allow yourself to be a bathroom hog- the water just felt so refreshing after your workout.

Afterwards, you grabbed a towel and wrapped it around your bare body.  You had been so quick to take a shower that you'd forgotten your clothes.  Shizuo was probably still out, so it didn't matter.

You dried off your hair a little and exited the bathroom, humming to yourself.  When you passed the kitchen, you saw a shadow move out of the corner of your eye.

"Oi, ___-"

You jumped in surprise, your towel almost coming loose.  "W-What are you doing here?!"  You clutched your towel, backing away from him.

Shizuo stood in the doorway, looking just as surprised as you felt.  A blush appeared on his face as the situation began to really sink in. "I..."  He simply turned his back to you.  "...What do you mean, what am I doing here?  This is my house, ya know."

"I...I know that!"  You scampered to the couch.  "D-Don't turn around!"  You dug around the space you call your 'dresser' and pulled out Shizuo's black shirt that you were still using and a pair of underwear.  You scurried back over to the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

Your heart was racing as you slipped into the clothes.  You took a deep breath and looked at yourself in the mirror.  Your face was beet red.  Immediately, you turned on the cold water and began splashing it in your face to make the heat go away.

Your face ended up cooler, but it was still just as red.  You sighed and dried off your face, giving up.  You exited the bathroom to find Shizuo sitting in the armchair, watching television.

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye as you plopped down on the couch.  You remained silent, fixing your gaze on the TV.

"...Your face is red,"  he stated.

"I noticed,"  you replied in a deadpan voice.  His pointing it out made it even more red.

"You okay?"  Shizuo asked.

It occurred to you that maybe he thought you had a fever.  "I'm fine..."  

Shizuo nodded and directed his attention back to the television.  At that moment, a commercial for a local bakery came on.  You watched as images of beautifully decorated cakes flashed across the screen.

Your stomach rumbled, reminding you that you hadn't eaten much today.  "Cake sounds so good right now..."  You sighed, drool almost dripping from your mouth at this point.

The commercial ended, making you frown in disappointment.  You glanced over at Shizuo, hoping that he hadn't noticed your weird trance.  Unfortunately, he was staring at you, a strange expression on his face.

"Sorry.  I... I really like cake."  You said, hoping that he didn't think you were a weirdo.

You could've sworn you saw a smile on his face when he turned his attention back to the TV.  "Me too."

"Hmm..."  So he really likes cake.  You'd been thinking of surprising him with something to show how grateful you were for his help.  Seriously, if it weren't for him, you'd be sleeping on a bench right now.  You hummed as you contemplated it.

"You want cake?"  You blurted out, not really stopping to think.  "I'll make it."

He looked back over at you, his mouth agape slightly.  "Uh... Sure... But why?"

This question caught you off guard.  "Uh... Because I... I appreciate you and all you've done for me?"

He looked mildly surprised at your answer.  

"So... Chocolate or vanilla?"  You asked before this could get any more awkward.  You wished that the awkwardness from him seeing you in nothing but a towel would just disappear.

"...Vanilla."

You clapped and skipped into the kitchen.  You knew a pretty good vanilla cake recipe that you used to make with Grace all the time.  That girl had such a sweet tooth that there was almost always chocolate and candy in the house.

You raided the cabinets, getting out all of the ingredients you needed.  You got out a bowl for mixing and a glass pan.  Almost everything was available, except one thing...

"Shizuo, do you have any of that vanilla extract stuff?"  You called to him.  He had remained in the living room, peeking a glance through the doorway every now and again.

He got up and leaned against the doorway.  "Yeah, it's in that cabinet."  He pointed above the stove.  You opened the cabinet, inspecting its contents.  You spotted the bottle of vanilla extract all the way on the top shelf.  On your tip-toes, you attempted to reach the bottle, but no matter how hard you tried, your hand only grasped air.

After about a minute of struggling, a shadow fell over you.  A familiar hand reached up and easily grabbed the bottle.  You turned around, almost immediately regretting this decision.

Craning your neck upwards, you found yourself looking into Shizuo's blank face.  By far, this was the closest you've been to him since the ball.

"Here."  He held out the vanilla bottle to you.

"Thank you..."  You breathed, taking the bottle.  You looked up at him.  His sunglasses were off, revealing brown eyes with dark circles under them.  Even when he was tired, he still managed to look attractive.

~********~
Shizuo's POV


I watched as she struggled to reach vanilla extract on the top shelf.  She's so short... At least, compared to me, she is.

After about a minute with no success, I decided that I should help her.  I stopped behind her and easily reached above her head, obtaining the needed ingredient.

_______ turned around, looking up at me with a curious face.  I suddenly realized how close I was standing to her, and I silently hoped that she didn't think my actions were creepy.  Before, I hadn't meant to walk in on her while she was only in a towel, but maybe she thought I was some kind of sick pervert now.

"Here."  I held it out to her, hoping to break the awkwardness.

"Thank you..."  She replied quietly and looked up at me.

My stomach squirmed, making me shift uncomfortably.  _______ was staring at me with huge, e/c eyes.  Her expression held confusion, amazement, and...something else.

'Because I... I appreciate you and all you've done for me.'

'I'd rather be hassled by gangs all day than not know you!'


Her words filled my head, making me even more uncomfortable with the situation.  I turned away and coughed into a balled fist.  Walking over to the doorway again, I pulled a cigarette out of my pocket and lit it.  "Sure."

When I looked around again, ______ was busy making the cake.

I had to admit, she bothered me less than a lot of other people.  That wasn't saying much when most people bothered me, but... still.  She was... funny and easygoing.  Even though I tried not to think about it often, I guess I did find her attractive.

I sighed.  Just thinking about my growing fondness for her made me worried.  Not only because this would put her in danger, but because she will probably one day become scared of me.  I know I'll do something to screw this up...

I was starting to get angry, so I attempted to calm down.  I cleared my mind, trying to concentrate on the sound of ______ humming.  I went a sat down at the kitchen table, propping my head up with the palm of my hand.

I watched as she poured the cake mix in a glass pan and popped it in the oven.  She propped her gloved hands on her hips, adopting a thoughtful face.

"What flavor of frosting do you like?"  She inquired.  

"Uh... Vanilla."  As soon as I answered, she went about getting all the ingredients again.  

Why she wanted to make a cake at this time of night, I wasn't sure.  I appreciated it though.  _______ did a lot of things for me without even expecting a thanks for it.  She was... interesting, that's for sure.

~********~
Your POV


You finished up the vanilla frosting and set it down on the counter.  You were so glad you knew how to make it instead of having to go out and buy some.  You glanced at the timer and saw that you still had fifteen minutes left.

Sneaking a glance at Shizuo, you saw that he'd hardly moved from his seat at the table.  He seemed deep in thought about something.

You walked over to the table and sat down in the chair opposite his.  You twiddled your thumbs, trying to think of a conversation starter.

"So, uhm... The police came today."  Yep. Great conversation starter.  "They talked to me about my bank account..."

"...And?"  Shizuo asked, looking at you expectantly.

"They couldn't track the money..."

"Oh."

You were surprised by his unexpectedly calm response.  You glanced at him, noticing that his left had was balled into a fist.  There was a terrifying, angry look in his eyes.  Apparently he wasn't as calm as he sounded...

You laughed nervously.  "It's fine!" You assured him.  "No need to get angry!  See, every things fine!"  You smiled brightly at him.

"I just... don't like the idea of that stupid flea getting the better of you..."  He grumbled.

"..Well, we still don't know for sure that it was Izaya..."  You pointed out, even though you knew his mind was set.  You couldn't convince him that it wasn't Izaya.

"Tch."  Shizuo glared at the table.  "I just know it was him.  It always is."

You looked down at his hand again.  It had turned white from the amount of pressure he was using.  You frowned and grabbed it without warning.  His hand twitched under yours, but he didn't pull away.  You pried the fist open with your fingers and wrapped your hand around his.

"What're you doing?"  He asked quietly, looking down at your hand in his.

"Stopping you.  That looked like it hurt,"  You muttered.  You waited until his hand relaxed in yours to looked up at him.  His face was expressionless, giving you no hint as to what he was thinking.

You both stayed still for a while, waiting for something to happen.  No talking, just waiting.  Your mind was racing, and your face was most likely red.

You were just about to break the silence, when a loud beeping filled the room.

"AUGH!"  You jumped, banging your knee on the underside of the table.  "Oww!"

"Are you okay?"  Shizuo asked, his eyes brows raising.

"I'm fine!"  You got up and checked on the cake.  It looked done to you, so you slipped on some oven mitts and set the cake on the stove to cool down.  

"It smells good!"  You grinned at Shizuo, who nodded in answer.

You waited until it cooled down and slathered the frosting everywhere, humming to yourself all the while.  You picked up a knife and cut half the cake into sections.  

You heard Shizuo get up from his seat.  You turned to see him reaching into a cupboard and taking out two plates.  He set them next to you.

You smiled and put a piece on each plate.  Shizuo took his plate, and you took yours.  Together you sat back down at the table and dug in.

"It's good,"  he said after one bite.  

"Thanks!"  You smiled at him and took a bite of cake.

A faint smile appeared on his face.  Unbeknownst to you, Shizuo was thinking about the state of his life ever since you had entered it.  And, just like you, he found himself hoping that not much would change.
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I'm sorry, I went with the really cheesy title. NO REGRETS
Anyway, I hit major writers block on this. U~U I just don't know what I was doing half the time.

So, I was like, 'Wow, let's make everything awkward.' and 'SHIZUO'S POV NOW, BECAUSE IDK."

Anyway...Yeah...Editing by :iconshortiefish: WowoooooOOoOo~
ALLSSOOO, if you didn't know already, I made a group for DRRR! reader inserts. You probably knew that though. [link]
There's the link. kk, luv erryone bbye~! <|:-*
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I know you probably won't continue this, but I just wanted to say that this is amazing! I wish there was more. Love this!