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Chapter 3 - End Of The Beginning
Izaya was happily humming a random tune while prancing out of the apartment building, not expecting Shizuo to come racing after him. He barely had time to jump out of the way after he heard the growl behind him, his expression one of surprise as his eyes locked with Shizuo's angry honey-brown ones. His first instinct had been to run away, but then he remembered that the brute lacked his usual beastly strength, so instead he smirked and decided to play a bit with the protozoan before he went back to work. "Is there something you want?" He barely suppressed a chuckle at the way the brute glowered at him, Shizuo's usual hateful glare being replaced by something much stronger.
It was a miracle Shizuo could still talk when his whole body shook with incommensurable rage, his honey-brown eyes clouded by the anger he could feel boiling on the inside. "What did you do?" he growled out the words, now convinced that Izaya was to blame for whatever was happening to him. He had many reasons to believe so, but the biggest one was that the flea who usually ran away when they crossed paths was now standing in front of him as though he had no care in the world. The disgusting louse didn't even bother to pull out his switchblade in order to defend himself in case he would be attacked, which only meant that he didn't see him as a threat anymore. As much as he hated to admit, Shizuo actually felt a bit offended by it. It wasn't that he wanted people to fear him, but he didn't like the way the Informant looked at him as though he was just another insect to be stepped on.
Izaya stared at him for a few moments before he shrugged and innocently smiled. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Shizuo balled his hands into fists, nails painfully digging into the skin of his palms. "Don't screw around with me!" He was at his limit, and if the flea didn't start talking very soon, he'd have to show him just how strong he was even without his monstrous strength. Besides, he was certain that he could still bang his head into a brick wall just as easily as before. Normal people still fought and killed others all the time, and Shizuo wasn't above doing the same if Izaya didn't explain what the hell was going on. "Talk!" he growled when the flea gave him a seemingly confused look.
Izaya couldn't help but snicker. It was funny how Shizuo didn't seem to believe him even when he spoke the truth. He guessed that, in a way, he was like the boy who cried wolf. While he was guilty of most of the bad stuff happening to the brute, he was innocent of the accusations being brought to him this time around, and yet Shizuo refused to believe him and instead kept blaming him for whatever it was that was happening to him. He wasn't about to complain though, because a brute with no strength meant freedom to roam Ikebukuro as often and as much as he pleased, and that suited him just fine, so it didn't really matter if Shizuo kept accusing him of something he had not done. If there really was someone behind it, Izaya was grateful to that person for making his life so much easier by taking the brute out of the picture. Well, not quite out of the picture, but Shizuo with no strength was no different than any of his other humans. Besides, he had to admit that it was fun to watch the protozoan curse and cry about his lost strength. Izaya was highly amused by the way in which the brute fumed as he stood in front of him, but he wasn't about to break into laughter just yet. He put on a bored expression and sighed loudly before trying to explain to the brute, for the umpteenth time, that he was innocent. "While I may be the one behind many bad things happening to you, I assure you that, in this case, it's not my doing."
"Stop lying, you fucking piece of shit!" Shizuo roared as his already frail control shattered to smithereens. He swung his fist at Izaya, but the insect was already out of the way before he even got near him. He kept trying to hit him, to punch him so hard that he'd cry out, but he couldn't even land a hit when the slippery bastard kept evading each and every hit. It was one of the reasons he hated Izaya more than anyone in the world; no person should be so good at evading hits. "Is this bastard even human? Of course he isn't," he realized. Izaya was, after all, nothing more than a disgusting flea that buzzed around him all the time and made his life a living hell. He was so pissed off at him and his evading moves that he didn't even realized what he was trying to do until Izaya broke into laughter, the man's high-pitched voice grating on his already fried nerves. He turned his head and his eyes widened in surprise before he glared at the street sign he had just failed to uproot as though it had somehow offended him. He gave it a kick out of spite and then he shot Izaya a murderous glare. "SHUT THE FUCK UP, FLEA!"
Izaya was laughing so hard that he was holding his side, tears starting to well at the corners of his eyes. Seeing the brute fail so miserably was one of the best things that could've happened to him that day. "Ahh ha ha ha! If only you could see yourself now, Shizu-chan! This is priceless!" he said in-between bouts of laughter, holding onto his phone as though it was his most prized possession.
Shizuo stared at him in disbelief. "Did you... did you just record this?" He knew the flea was a horrible, horrible human being... creature, thing, but he was still surprised to witness the bastard's childish reaction. To think that he could go so far as to poison him with something just to make him lose his power, not to mention record him so that he could gloat about it later or perhaps post the short video online in order to embarrass him... "Unbelievable."
Izaya wiped the tears, his malicious smirk back in place. "Of course I did! What did you expect? It was hilarious to see you fail so miserably at something that you've been so good at your entire life." Izaya expected many things that day, but to see Shizuo failing to uproot a street sign was not one of them. "Ne, Shizu-chan, isn't it funny how unpredictable you are? Even now, as weak as you are, you still never do what I expect you to do." His eyes took on an evil gleam and his smirk widened until he had a crazed expression on his face. "Please do entertain me some more," he sang just before he attacked Shizuo, trying to cut the man if only a little. The brute was quite good at evading though, and it wasn't that surprising considering they had been doing the same dance for so many years. He could've just walked away, but it always made him feel better to see Shizuo bleed by his hands, so he kept at it until he realized that fighting the brute was not as much fun as it was all those previous times when he had to be careful not to get his bones obliterated by a single hit coming from his archenemy. "Tch," he said as he suddenly stopped and shoved the switchblade back into the pocket of his jacket. "This is boring."
"Huh?" Shizuo exclaimed as his arms fell limply by his sides and his brows furrowed in confusion.
"Shizu-chan without his monstrous strength is boring, so, so boring!" he whined, lips set into a pout. The only thing setting the brute apart from the rest of humanity was that disproportionate strength of his, and without it, Shizuo was nothing special. The man's rage was still amusing, but that wasn't enough to entertain Izaya at that particular moment in time.
Shizuo could almost feel the blood boil in his veins, and it took everything he had to somehow reign in his rage. He wanted nothing more than to hit Izaya until the bastard's skull would cave in, but he wasn't dumb enough to believe that he could easily achieve such a feat. Shizuo knew that he was at an disadvantage without his strength, because Izaya was much faster than he was, and besides, the bastard had a weapon. "Oh wait." He smirked as he lit up a cigarette and looked into those almost red, malicious eyes. "Too scared to face me? Is that it flea?" he said, finally realizing that he had to use his brain now that he lacked his usual inhuman strength. He wasn't as dumb as people liked to believe.
Izaya's mask slipped for only a second, but he quickly recovered and put on a smug look. He would not let the brute see how much that question had both annoyed and surprised him. "Here I was, cutting you some slack because you're reminding me of a lost puppy now that your strength is gone, but if this is how you want to play," he sneered and took out the switchblade again, "then I will make you understand why you should not mess with Orihara Izaya."
Shizuo pocketed the cigarette pack and shot his opponent a mocking glare. "All right, do your best, show me why I shouldn't mess with a disgusting flea going by the name of Orihara Izaya."
"Ok," was the only thing Izaya said as he used a couple of throwing knives to distract Shizuo so that he could land a hit while the brute was busy evading them.
Shizuo was used to such tricks, but he didn't expect Izaya to attack him with such viciousness, so before he even knew what was going on he was pinned against the wall, the bastard's blade digging into his throat. He figured that he must've struck a nerve if Izaya ended up exploding in such a way. He wasn't worried though, because he doubted the flea would dare kill him on a busy street in the middle of the day.
"Ne, Shizu-chan, do you understand now?" Izaya sneered and pushed the blade deeper into the skin to get his point across. He expected the brute to start raging as he usually did, to spew insults or to growl like an animal, but what he didn't expect was the sting of something sharp being pushed into his abdomen. Wide eyes darted towards it and that's when he saw that Shizuo was holding his abandoned switchblade. He wasn't used to Shizuo doing anything else besides mindlessly rage all the time, so it came to him as a surprise that the brute was capable of rational thought in such a situation. It was no wonder that Shizuo was almost calm about it. No matter how dumb he was, he wouldn't have allowed himself to get caught again, not after their previous altercation the night before. Izaya raised his head and stared at the man, Shizuo's insane smirk telling him that there was much more to the protozoan than met the eye. "Ahh ha ha ha!" he burst into laughter and backed away. "I take it back, I take it all back!" he said as he raised his arms and looked at the sky. "The world is such a fascinating place, and you, Shizu-chan, might still prove to be entertaining."
"You're just as insane as ever," Shizuo mumbled as he pushed the blade back into place and threw the now harmless thing at Izaya with more force than was necessary.
Izaya caught it and gave Shizuo a surprised look, unable to comprehend why Shizuo was acting like a civilized person. Just because he didn't have his strength it didn't mean that the brute should start acting like a normal person. It sort of pissed him off, but then again, Shizuo always surprised him; the protozoan always did unexpected things. It wasn't just the inhuman strength that had caught his attention, but also the way in Shizuo would react to him every time they met. "Shizu-chan has never truly been boring," he reluctantly admitted to himself.
"Why are you so surprised, flea? I'm not you, so I don't like to go around carrying dangerous weapons." Just because he was suddenly weaker than he used to be, it didn't mean that he'd start using switchblades to protect himself. His fists would always be enough, no matter how strong or weak his hits would end up being. Besides, Izaya was now the abnormal one with his inhuman speed, so Shizuo had no doubt that he could easily dispatch into unconsciousness any other person who would end up pissing him off for one reason or another.
Izaya burst into laughter again. "Right, I understand. Shizu-chan's weapons used to be anything within our urban landscape, the key word here being used to, but you don't have your strength anymore, which means no more unconventional weapons for you to pick up whenever you feel like it. You're now a sitting duck. Are you sure you don't need this?" he mockingly asked as he dangled the switchblade between two fingers.
Shizuo took one last drag from the cigarette before throwing it away and shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants to retrieve the pack and the lighter. "I'm sure," he said and lit up another one.
Izaya's previously malicious smirk turned sadistic. "I will break you."
"Yeah, I know you'll try," Shizuo shrugged as he walked away, tired of hearing Izaya yap. It was obvious that the disgusting louse wasn't going to tell him anything, and even if Shizuo could somehow catch him and beat him up, he was sure that Izaya would never reveal anything, not until he would grow tired of his own fucked up game.
"Aren't you going to fight me some more in the vain hope of getting me to talk about what I supposedly did to you to make you lose your strength?" It was both funny and annoying to see the protozoan act normal, and Izaya was starting to have mixed feelings about the whole situation. While he would certainly enjoy the newly acquired freedom, it also meant that he no longer had a serious opponent. There were Simon and Celty, but they didn't usually jump at the opportunity to get into a physical fight with him. "Does this mean I'm Ikebukuro's strongest now?" His eyes glowed, already liking the sound of that.
Shizuo kept on walking, not even bothering to turn around as he answered the question. "Nah, I know that you'd rather die, so I'll figure it out by myself." Now that he thought about it, no matter how much he had threatened to kill him, he had no plans of going to jail for murdering the scum that was Orihara Izaya.
Izaya glowered at Shizuo's retreating back for a while before he spun around and went in the opposite direction because he still had work to do in Ikebukuro. "Why must he always be this unpredictable?"
Shizuo headed towards Shinra's apartment, dreading to go there but knowing that he had no choice but to let the underground doctor have a look at him. He'd have to threaten him with murder or something before allowing him to get anywhere near him, but if he was lucky enough, Shinra might be able to figure out what was wrong with him. He had to know what the problem was, and whether it was something temporary or permanent. He hated not having a definite answer, because as things were, he couldn't decide whether he was happy or sad about losing his power. He had always despised his own monstrous strength, but he couldn't deny that it had been useful at times. If he only lost it, then perhaps he would be fine, but he had no idea what exactly Izaya did to him, so the possibility of him being in mortal danger was very high. Sure, he wasn't happy about his shitty life in general, but that didn't mean that he wanted to die. No matter how hard life was, there were still moments when he felt happy to have friends that cared about him, like Celty or Tom, and a family who still loved him despite his infinite flaws. His life wasn't the best, but it was still something, even with the flea doing his best to ruin it every chance he got. It irked him that Izaya kept denying the accusations, as though it wasn't obvious enough that he was the culprit. The man hated his guts, like so many others, but only he had the means to pull off something like that. It wouldn't have been hard for someone like Izaya to find something that would weaken him, because the bastard had money, and Shizuo knew that everything had a price, including experimental drugs and other such things.
He was so focused on cursing Izaya to hell and back that he didn't even notice when he arrived in front of the doctor's apartment building. He cringed at the idea of having to go up there, but he steeled himself for the unavoidable meeting. They used to be in the same class when they were children, but he sure as hell didn't trust the weirdo with anything related to his health. Shinra was too much of a freak, and Shizuo could never guess what went through that messed up head of his. For all he knew, Shinra was capable of going as far as to clone him in order to do weird tests on him. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration and threw the cigarette before going in and knocking on the doctor's door. He didn't want to see the man, but he had no choice. He watched as the door opened a few moments later, revealing Shinra's excited expression, the man's eyes almost glowing at the prospect of perhaps convincing him to allow him to perform some tests on his person.
"Shizuo! Come in," he chirped and invited Shizuo inside. "Are you badly injured?" he then asked and proceeded to inspect Shizuo for any visible wounds, not missing the bruises starting to form on the man's face.
"I'm fine," Shizuo grunted as he sat down on the living room couch, and then continued when Shinra gave him a confused look. "I need your help with something," he mumbled, feeling completely unhappy at having to voice out his problem.
"What exactly?" Shinra asked as he sat down as well.
"It's a health problem I'm having," Shizuo confessed cringing and regretted opening his mouth when Shinra's eyes started to roam all over his body like he was some sort on strange specimen just waiting to be studied.
Shinra fought the urge to rub his hands together at the prospect of getting his claws on Ikebukuro's beast. The chance to study Heiwajima Shizuo had always been one of his biggest dreams, and judging by the man's reluctant expression, his soon-to-be subject wasn't too thrilled about it; not that he cared whether the man was happy about it or not as long as he got to study him. "Ah, but first things first." It wouldn't do to scare Shizuo away before he even had a chance to take a blood sample. "So what happened?" he innocently asked.
Shizuo's hands balled into fists and he had to fight off the urge to punch something just to relieve some of the rage building up inside of him. He took a deep breath and exhaled, steeling himself for what he knew would be one hell of an annoying conversation. "Izaya did something to me."
"Izaya? Really? Now that's a surprise!"
Shizuo was itching for cigarette, but he didn't dare smoke one inside the apartment knowing that it would piss off the doctor. He needed Shinra's help after all, and he would get it no matter what. "My strength..." he finally said in a rough voice before he stopped and took a deep breath in order to find the courage to let the mad doctor know what the problem was.
"What about it?" Shinra knew that his eyes were most likely sparkling in excitement, and that he was probably creeping the man out, but he couldn't control his excitement any longer.
Shizuo grit his teeth in frustration, the idea of telling anyone about his weakness making him extremely uncomfortable. "It's gone," he finally confessed and pulled out the cigarette pack.
Shinra's grin widened. "Did you just say your strength is gone? Did I hear you right?"
"Yeah. Shit!" He lit up the cigarette and took a smoke, unable to control himself any longer, especially when Shinra was already running to get the medical kit. His eye twitched as he heard some things being moved around in the other room, and he almost had the urge to run out of the apartment when the doctor came back carrying a medical kit, the man's crazed expression making the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. "Aren't you going to ask me anything else?"
Shinra hummed, happily pulling out a syringe from inside the kit. "I'm guessing some sort of drug, right?" He grabbed Shizuo's wrist and pushed the needle into the man's arm to get some blood for testing.
"I have no idea. He didn't inject me with anything."
"I'll figure it out eventually," Shinra chirped and he pulled out the needle a few moments later. He stared in wonder at the crimson liquid, happy that Shizuo was finally giving him permission to perform tests on him. "This should be enough for now."
Shizuo grabbed him by the tie and pulled him closer, eyes narrowing as he glared at the man. "If I catch you doing anything weird with that blood, I swear I'm going to kill you."
"Then I'm going to have to make sure that I don't get caught," Shinra snickered, realizing what a mistake it had been to say such a thing when Shizuo shook him a few times and almost banged their heads together, the man's cigarette almost burning his jaw.
"I'm NOT joking!" Shizuo growled and tightened his grip on Shinra's arm.
"Take it easy," the doctor yelped, a drop of sweat trickling down the side of his face. "I value my life, so I'll do as you say."
Shizuo shoved him away and got up, his murderous glare making the doctor cower away in fear. "Call me when you find something."
Shinra frantically nodded. "I will."
"Good," Shizuo mumbled as he opened the door and left the apartment. It was like he was not allowed to have any peace and quiet in his life, and he absolutely hated that. It was always something, and in this case it just happened to be Izaya again. "Goddam flea, I hate him, I hate him so much!"
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