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Power Shift	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 2689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2 - A Changing Situation
The next morning, Shizuo was just as puzzled about the whole thing as he had been the day before. How could he not? It was not that easy to get over the fact that Izaya succeeded in kicking his ass in a fistfight. The man never ceased to amaze him, in a bad way of course, and it had been an unpleasant surprise to end up at his mercy. As though that hadn't been shocking enough, Izaya had simply walked away, wasting a perfectly good opportunity to swiftly dispatch him into the afterlife. He had always assumed that Izaya would jump at the opportunity to take his life, but knowing the flea, he probably hadn't done so because he was not yet satisfied with how much he had tormented him over the years. Shizuo couldn't even begin to guess what went on in Izaya's messed up head. As a matter of fact, he didn't even want to know. If the flea left him alone, his life would be much easier, but he knew that would never happen, not as long as he had his inhuman strength. Now that he thought back, he was certain that it had been hate at first sight back when they met for the first time when they were still in high school. "Damn louse," he grumbled out loud, picked up his sunglasses, keys and cigarette pack and left the apartment to go to work.
It was a beautiful sunny day, but for some reason, he was feeling tense. "It's probably because of what happened yesterday," he told himself, trying really hard to ignore the feeling of the flea's presence somewhere nearby while he continued to walk towards the place where he was supposed to meet Tom. He put a cigarette between his lips and lit it up, then froze on the spot when he felt his hackles rise for no particular reason. "What the―"
"Shizu-chan, good morning!" Izaya chirped from somewhere behind him. He had been following the man since he left the apartment, and he wasn't about to waste a perfectly good opportunity to ruin the protozoan's day. It always amused him to see Shizuo's tense form each time they ran into each other, to hear the stupid protozoan's hateful words and insults who so easily fell prey to his taunting.
Shizuo growled and turned around. "Ah, this explains it. Get lost," he barked, hoping against hope that Izaya would listen to him for once; he really didn't want to keep Tom waiting. "Why is he even here?" Not why he was in Ikebukuro, but why he was hanging around his apartment building.
"How can Shizu-chan be so mean this early in the morning?" Izaya asked in mock-offense. "It's a beautiful day." He then closed his eyes, the rays of the sun feeling nice on his cold skin. He had a feeling that things would somehow change soon. There was nothing better than a twist to the games he usually played, even if in this particular case he wouldn't be the one responsible for said twist. He would be lying if he said that he hadn't enjoyed having the protozoan at his mercy.
Shizuo took a drag from the cigarette. "Yes it is, it's the perfect day to bash your head in," he threatened, but he knew that it was not that easy to catch him. It was always hard to get his hands on the insect or to chase him away, because the freakin' thing buzzed around the place way too fast, and no matter how hard he tried to swat it away, he couldn't get Izaya to back off. "You're here to gloat about yesterday, aren't you?" he hissed, a vein popping on the side of his forehead. It would've been one hell of a coincidence if the bastard only happened to be passing by, but Heiwajima Shizuo didn't believe in coincidences when it came to Orihara Izaya, not when the insect always planned everything. He looked at Izaya, the serene expression on the louse's face making him want to punch him as hard as possible. He couldn't even have five minutes of peace in his life, while Izaya seamed to have a great time in every situation, even when he was running for his life. If that wasn't unfair, then he didn't know what was.
Izaya opened his eyes and stared intently into Shizuo's honey-brown ones, his lips set into a twisted smirk. Izaya was many things, but he wasn't petty enough to brag about all the times he cut Shizuo up, or about that one single time when he actually had him at his mercy. No, he would not do that. Shizuo was still the one who chased him, not the other way around, and unless the balance of power would somehow shift, he would keep quiet about it. "No, Shizu-chan, of course not," he said, waving a dismissive hand. "I only wanted to see how you were doing."
"Hah? How is that any of your business?" Shizuo snarled and snapped the cigarette in two. Just because the bastard had somehow won, it didn't mean that something was wrong with him.
"Are you feeling any different?" Izaya continued, the light of the sun giving his brown-red eyes a dangerous gleam. "Yes, Shizu-chan, get angry so that I can see you fight as soon as possible."
"KILL! KILL!! KILLKILKILL!!!" Shizuo started just before he threw away the cigarette and moved to punch him.
Izaya dodged the fist with ease and ran away, hands still in the pockets of his fur-trimmed jacket. Shizuo's lack of restraint never ceased to amaze him. Nothing seemed different about the protozoan after seeing him again, but that wasn't the impression he got the day before. He couldn't risk getting caught though, because the beast was unpredictable and he couldn't afford to end up in the hospital when he still had so much work to do. A chase so early in the morning would surely piss Shizuo off for the rest of the day, and that was perfect because he wanted to see him lose his temper. "Just not on me. Ne, Shizu-chan, aren't you going to be late for work?" he shouted and hoped that the man would stop chasing him.
"Killing you takes priority," he growled and then cursed when Izaya increased his speed. He told himself that Tom could wait for a few more minutes, because getting rid of the pest was far more important when the safety of Ikebukuro was at stake.
Izaya chuckled but said nothing, his mind set on losing Shizuo as soon as possible so that he could go on to observe the beast from afar. An idea popped into his head and he changed direction, surprising Shizuo in the process because he usual ran towards Shinjuku when he was being chased instead of going towards Ikebukuro's center.
"Flea, what are you doing?"
Izaya just laughed and kept running, knowing exactly what he had to do in order to get rid of the brute. He kept running for a long time, and just when he was starting to worry that he might not find the man, he heard Tom's voice from somewhere on his right.
"Shizuo!" the man shouted after the bodyguard passed him by at the speed of light. "SHIZUO!"
This time Shizuo stopped, because as much as he despised the flea, it was rude to make Tom wait for him when they had so much work to do, especially after running into him. He grit his teeth in frustration and watched as Izaya disappeared around a corner, wishing he had superhuman speed instead of strength so that he could catch him and beat him to a bloody pulp. "Sorry about that," he said once he stood in front of Tom.
"No problem. Sorry for spoiling your fun," Tom apologized in an amused tone.
Shizuo lit up a cigarette, the simple act of smoking helping him relax just a tiny bit. "He was waiting for me when I left my apartment today."
Tom laughed.
"It's not funny!" Shizuo snapped, the whole thing pissing him off so much that he felt the sudden need to punch a wall or something. As though showing up in Ikebukuro wasn't bad enough, now Izaya probably found it entertaining to stalk him. Even for the flea this was on a whole new level of fucking disturbing. He could still feel him, no, smell the bastard's stench, which meant that he was still somewhere nearby, and that made Shizuo's whole body tremble in rage. As soon as work was over, he would track him down and murder him, slowly and painfully, and then throw away his corpse into a dumpster because that's where the asshole belonged.
Tom sighed. "Can't you simply ignore him? The only reason he keeps coming back is because he always gets a reaction out of you." If Shizuo couldn't see it, then the man had to be blind.
With a cigarette hanging loosely between his lips and his hands in the pockets of his pants, Shizuo started walking away, knowing that Tom would follow. "I know that," he grumbled, "but when I see him, I lose it."
"I guess he is somewhat annoying, but really, you should try to ignore him once in a while," Tom tried again, even though he knew that Shizuo would never follow his advice. "He'll probably stop coming after you then."
"Look, I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face from the moment I met him, so no, I can't ignore him when all I wanna do is bash his head in." Normal people could never understand how he felt when that blind rage took over, how he couldn't control himself, especially when it came to Izaya, the slippery bastard making him see red.
Tom sighed once again but otherwise kept quiet.
Shizuo kept calm most of the day ― as calm as one with his anger issues could stay ― but he couldn't shake off the strange feeling that the flea was following him, which happened to be true.
Izaya was an Information Broker who bought and sold information, and as such, he had to find out what was different about the protozoan because such information would be valuable. Shizuo had never before lost in fistfight, and Shizuo never hit him without breaking something, so following that line of thought brought the conclusion that either something was wrong with Ikebukuro's beast or that the day before had been a fluke, an anomaly. Izaya would've liked to believe that he had won because he was stronger, but he wasn't delusional enough to think that he could beat Shizuo. Unfortunately for him, Ikebukuro's beast was being quite calm, and it was frustrating to wait so long to see the man lose it. He sighed and hid behind a corner as he watched Shizuo stand in front of someone's apartment looking menacing while Tom was trying to explain why it was in the man's best interest to pay his debts.
"Katashi-san," Tom tried again, the usually calm man starting to lose his patience, "it only makes sense to pay back the money that you've borrowed."
The burly man, whose name was apparently Katashi, snorted and moved to close the door in their faces. Izaya's eyes glowed, knowing what was about to happen next.
Shizuo didn't even bother to pull out the hands from the pockets of his pants, his right foot colliding with the door, which, against all expectations, didn't send the man behind it flying inside the apartment. "Huh?"
"What the fuck are you doing?" Katashi growled and moved to punch Shizuo in the face, but Ikebukuro's beast dodged the hit and punched the man in the stomach, once again failing to send him flying through the corridor. "What the―"
Izaya's eyes widened, a malicious gleam shining in those dangerous brown-red orbs of his. "This is going to be so much fun!"
"Are you ok?" Tom fretted, worry evident in his voice.
"KILLKILLKILLKILLKILL!" was all the bodyguard could say as he went wild on the man, punching and kicking with everything he had, which wasn't much compared to his usual strength, but at least the pain he felt each time he got hit didn't bother him because that was the same as always. "Something's wrong," he thought worriedly. Even though he was drowning in blind rage, he knew that his opponent couldn't have possibly been stronger than he was, which meant that the problem was on his end.
Tom moved just in time to catch Shizuo as the man stumbled backwards from one of Katashi's hits. "You're not being yourself right now. Maybe we should leave?!" he suggested and he had no choice but to shut up when Shizuo pushed him away and went back to fighting the much bigger man.
It took Izaya everything he had to not go over there and observe such a magnificent fight up close. He watched as Shizuo ducked an incoming fist before punching the man hard stomach. Katashi staggered for a bit but recovered in time to catch Shizuo's next fist attack, the action being followed by a knee to the blond's stomach. A normal person would've doubled over in pain, but Heiwajima Shizuo was not normal, and even though there seemed to be something wrong with his inhuman strength, the man was just as resilient as ever. "Why Shizu-chan? Why can't you send him flying through the wall of his own apartment...?"
Finally, Shizuo kicked Katashi into the wall and banged his head into the hard surface hard enough to make him lose consciousness. He wiped some of the blood pouring down his nose and proceeded to drag the man inside the apartment.
A malevolent smile graced Izaya's lips as he walked away, eyes glowing dangerously. "Shizu-chan, I will thoroughly relish your fall. In fact, I will speed up the process." He heard Shizuo's voice from somewhere behind him and his smile widened. "You will break, I will see to it personally."
"Don't just stand there," Shizuo muttered when he noticed that Tom was frozen on the spot, "go look for the money."
Tom blinked, shook his head, and followed Shizuo inside the apartment, closing the door behind him. "What just happened...?"
Shizuo shrugged.
"Are you ok?"
"I'm fine," Shizuo mumbled and dropped Katashi, the man hitting the floor with a loud thud.
"You're not fine! I think you should go to the hospital."
"Just find the money so we can leave," Shizuo snapped, somewhat irritated about the whole situation. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have raised my voice," he added when he realized his mistake.
Tom shook his head. "Don't worry about it." Shizuo was not well, but getting out of there was more important, so he did as suggested and went to look for the money. They didn't usually break into people's houses, but seeing how Shizuo wasn't able to scare Katashi into paying, they were left with no other choice. "Found them!"
"Great. Give me a second," Shizuo mumbled and went to the bathroom to wash the blood off his face. He caught his reflection in the mirror and stared at it for a few moments, trying to figure out what was going on. His strength was gone... somehow. He didn't know whether it was permanent or temporary, and he was confused about the whole thing, but he had a feeling that Izaya was behind it. "Why else would he ask me how I was doing?" His fingers tightened on the edge of the sink. He'd always wanted to be normal, but if it was Izaya's doing ― and he was almost certain that it was ― then there had to be a catch. His eyes flashed dangerously. "I'm going to kill that flea!" He stormed out of the apartment, his mind set on finding Izaya. "KILL! KILL! KILL!"
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