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Let's Pretend	By : DarkFae Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 3508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Don't own Durarara!! or any characters/ place to do with it. Dont make profits, only warm fuzzy feelings.

Chapter List
- 1-Let's Pretend
- 2-Psyche
- 3-Awake
- 4-Fantasy
- 5-Reality
- 6-Introspection
- 7-Rumination
- 8-Check
- 9-Deja Vu
- 10-Truth
- 11-Checkmate
- 12-Epilogue
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Let’s Pretend [[Psychedelic Dreams]]

Chapter Three

Awake

“Missed me!”

“GET BACK HERE, PEST!!”

“Honestly, Shizu-chan. You really think I’m that stupid? Why would I honor such a request??”

Shizuo’s reply involved a vending machine flying with an intercept course for Izaya’s head. It didn’t connect of course. Its new home was lodged into the side of a passing vehicle, now sprawled on its side and nearly causing a pile-up in the intersection.

“IIIIIIIIZAAAAAAAYAAAAAAA-KUUUUUN!!!”

Tom sighed and checked his watch. “Oh well. I was pretty much done for the day anyway.”

“They at it again?” Kadota asked, pausing to witness the damage that Ikebukuro once again suffered at the hands of the Heiwajima-Orihara rivalry.

“Yeah, I shouldn’t have jinxed it this morning,” Tom replied.

“This is so awesome!” Walker exclaimed. “It’s like the epic battle between Oruchimaru and the Kyubi --”

“No-no-no!” Erika gushed. “Don’t you see?! It’s totally a Setsuna vs. Kira! Lovers in past lives! Only to be pitted tragically against one another in --”

“Oh, go write a doujin,” Kadota muttered.

Erika gasped. “Ohhhh Dotachin! That’s a GREAT idea!!”

“Now look what you’ve done!” Togusa scolded as Erika spouted off yoai ideas that formed as a result.

“Ah crap.” Kadota facepalmed, then jumped aside in fright as a newspaper stand flew by his head and crashed into the sidewalk.

“IIIIIIZAAAAAYAAAAAA!!!!!!!! HOLD STILL!!!!’

“Try harder, Shizu-chan!”

“AAAAAHHHRRRRRGGGGGHHH!!!!”

Shizuo chased Izaya half way across Ikebukuro before he lost the trail of mocking laughter and the occasional knife that whizzed by his ear. He paused to catch his breath in front of an abandoned warehouse and punched the wall in frustration, leaving a good sized crater in it.

“Fuck.”

As he sat down and tried to light his cigarette with a lighter almost out of fluid, he realized that he had no idea where he was. As often was the case, he was so blinded by his rage and hatred for the pest that he’d ended up somewhere unexpected, but never had he wound up some place unfamiliar. And yet again, the bastard had escaped.

“Goddamned pest…” Shizuo muttered as he struggled with the half-dead lighter. “Come on … piece of shit…”

Zippo was lit before him and Shizuo froze in fury. Long, pale fingers. A silver ring on the index. Fur lined parka.

“I’m. Going. To. KILL. YOU…” Shizuo growled through his teeth.

Izaya laughed. “Relax, Shizu-chan. Catch your breath -- you’ve been hounding me for almost two hours, you know that?”

Shizuo just glared fiercely at him. The NERVE….

“Ten minute truce,” Izaya promised. “I could use a breather myself, you know…”

Shizuo at last allowed Izaya to light his cigarette, never once taking his eyes off of him. He watched carefully as the zippo went back into his pocket, well aware of what else he kept in there. “I’m still going to punch the shit out of you.”

“So you say. So you’ve told me for the past eight years.”

“Why can’t you just butt out of my town, pest?” Shizuo sneered.

“There are so many people here! I love --”

“--humans, yeah, yeah. I’ve heard it before. I don’t buy it.”

“You’re so thick, Shizu-chan!”

“And you’re so annoying!”

“I guess that’s why I hate you and you alone…” Izaya chuckled with a shrug. “You’re abrasive, uncontrollable, violent --”

“Well you’re manipulative, conniving, sadistic --”

“--ignorant, unpredictable, immature --”

“--sneaky, slanderous, nosy--!”

“--bull-headed, slow, uninventive --”

“--skulking, underhanded, corrupt --!!”

“--harsh, blunt, quite disagreeable --”

“STOP!”

Shizuo was only getting worked up, while Izaya was just rattling off insults as if he were reciting a grocery list. It pissed him off!

Izaya was only amused, only too eager for Shizuo’s reactions. They were so predictably unpredictable it was almost intoxicating. Taunting Shizuo was pathetically addicting. He loved to hate the man.

After a long glare coated in quiet, Shizuo huffed and just took a long drag. “Asshole.”

“Oh, what? That’s it?!”

“We’ve got six minutes before I pin you up against that wall and bash your head into it repeatedly,” Shizuo snapped. “Or until I finish my smoke, whichever comes first. You’re the one who said to relax, so cut the shit.”

Izaya laughed. “I eagerly await!”

“You make me chase you then you beg for me to catch you? Ptf. That’s so… you.”

Izaya stopped mid-laugh quite abruptly. Shizuo waited for the witty reply, but none came. He glanced at Izaya’s face and was surprised to find shock.

“W…what?” he stammered, quite out of character.

“Jeez, what’s gotten into you?” Shizuo snorted. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost worse than Celty. It’ll be no fun pummeling you with that expression on your face.”

“Y…you just said…” Izaya blinked, trying to process. Coincidence?

“What the fuck, pest?”

Izaya was quiet for a moment, finger curled to his lips, contemplating. Then at last he spoke softly in a tone that was not becoming of him.

“Tickets, please.”

The cigarette fell from Shizuo’s lips as it dawned on him. “Psyche.”

“Tsugaru.”

No words could possibly describe the confusion, surprise and utter appall between them. Shizuo felt heat rush to his face -- the resemblance was uncanny! And… he felt as if Izaya was some kind of voyeur, prying into his most intimate of unintentional sexual fantasies! He would have been raging again if Izaya’s expression didn’t reflect his own.

Oh shit it’s like… it’s like he feels the same way! Like I’ve invaded on … OUR dreams? No … no, no this… this is …

“…too fucked up…” was all Shizuo could manage.

Izaya forced a weak and awkward giggle. “Well. That’s a twist.”

How could he have not seen that Tsugaru was Shizuo the whole time?! It was obvious now! And to think, he’d been pining for this man… wanting him, getting off at just the mere thought of him… how could this happen!? Izaya hated Shizuo! Was he seriously the only one who could scratch this maddeningly lusty itch he’d had since these crazy dreams started?!

“…yeah,” was all Shizuo could say.

Izaya wanted to stab the moron in the head in exasperation. No, you protozoan, you’re supposed to move this utterly strange conversation FORWARD, not just punctuate it with statements of dumbfoundedness… Because… because for the first time in a very long time… Izaya didn’t know what to say either.

“I, uh… I’m gonna go home,” Shizuo finally said, rising from the steps in a daze.

“Yeah, okay…” Izaya agreed awkwardly. “So, uh… this…”

“Didn’t happen. Right.”

“Swell! So I guess I’ll kill you later.”

“Sure. Kill. Yeah.”

Both men quickly parted in opposite directions, mulling over the supernaturally humiliating situation over individually.

What the hell is going on??? They thought.
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