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Chapter 4 - No Ordinary Man
Shizuo was surprisingly calm when he woke up the next morning. He knew that panicking or despairing would achieve nothing, and even though a part of him still wanted to rip Izaya apart, that was no longer an option. The balance of power had obviously tipped in the disgusting's louse favor the second Ikebukuro's beast lost his strength, because Izaya still had that annoying speed and agility while Shizuo himself was nothing more than an ordinary man. Well, not exactly ordinary, because his loss of strength didn't mean that his easily flammable anger had somehow diminished. In fact, it was perhaps even worse than before, but Shizuo could no longer punch a hole through a wall, nor lift his couch and throw it out the window in a fit of rage, so he opted for quietly drinking his milk while he contemplated how his life might change now that he no longer had his monstrous strength if he could somehow survived whatever it was that Izaya had used to poison him.
He was a bit worried about working as Tom's bodyguard without his strength, but when he remembered that he succeeded in bringing down the big guy from the previous day, he calmed down a bit. Even without it he wasn't so weak as to be forced to quit his job. It was true that he was now just like any other human when it came to strength, but unlike the average guys in Ikebukuro, he was pretty versed in the art of fighting. As much as he hated to admit, chasing Izaya around for so many years had served as good training, but at the same time it meant that if he had not been able to catch him in the past, his chances of catching him now were slim to none. The flea's agility made up for his lack of strength, and that's why Shizuo could never hurt him the way he wanted, but with him now being just another regular human, it meant that the disgusting flea had an advantage over him, which was bad news no matter how he looked at it. Shizuo always thought that it was his duty to protect Ikebukuro by not letting Izaya sink his dirty little claws in his Tokyo district, so it worried him to think that the louse was finally free to run amok on his territory.
He growled out loud at the thought and then sighed, knowing for a fact that he was powerless against the much more agile insect that was Orihara Izaya. Ikebukuro's inhabitants would have to take care of themselves for a while, at least until he figured out a way to get his strength back. If he couldn't though... "I'll cross that bridge when I get there," he thought dejectedly as he got up from the chair and went to wash the glass before turning around and going to get dressed. Normally he'd eat something too, like noddles, or some other junk food that he loved, but because of the things happening to him he had no appetite, not to mention that he ended up ruining another one of his bartender uniforms the day before, which pissed him off even more now that he thought about it. He grabbed a clean one from the closet and got dressed, then picked up his sunglasses and put them on. He had a feeling that it was going to be a very long day. Sighing again, he retrieved his cigarettes, lighter, keys and phone and walked out the door, locked it, and headed for the place where he was supposed to meet up with Tom.
He cringed as he remembered the events of the previous day and he wondered if perhaps his boss was now mad at him for leaving like that in the middle of work. That aside, he was sure that Tom was worried about him, because no matter how much Shizuo sometimes believed that he was an useless human being or monster that no one cared about, he knew that there were people who watched out for him even though he didn't exactly need their protection. He didn't often talk to his family, and even through his relationship with Kasuka grew a bit colder after his brother found out that he lost the job at the bar, he knew that Kasuka could never hate him. Lighting up a cigarette, he almost laughed when he saw a gang of delinquents move out of his way. If only they had known his legendary strength was gone, they would've been on him that very second. He wondered if he would be able to win if he fought all nine of them. While he used to be able to easily dispatch them into unconsciousness when he still had his strength, now he had serious doubts that it'd be the same. He pictured himself losing and actually laughed, the thought so crazy that he had a hard time believing it. Heiwajima Shizuo didn't know what it meant to lose against someone who wasn't Orihara Izaya, the flea being the only one who was ever a match for him. Well, that wasn't entirely true, because both Shishizaki and Simon could fight him on even ground, but he never really had any reason to start fights with them.
"Shizuo, are you all right?" Tom asked the moment he saw his employee. He couldn't help but be concerned by whatever it was that was happening to his friend, especially after he saw him having such a hard time beating up someone.
"Morning to you too," Shizuo grumbled and took one last drag before he dropped the cigarette butt on the ground and stepped on it with the sole of his shoe, irritated to see someone worry over him. "I'm fine!" he sighed, exasperated.
Tom moved closer, his eyes fixed on Shizuo's face.
"What?" the bodyguard snapped.
Tom continued to stare, not at all affected by Shizuo's angry tone. "That's one nasty bruise you got there. Katashi got you good," he said, a bit amused, and then turned serious again as he looked Shizuo in the eyes. "What's really going on?"
Shizuo scowled but didn't answer and instead lit up another cigarette. "Shit, it's this early in the morning and I'm already pissed off."
"Shizuo...?' he tried again, but the man seemed to ignore him. Sighing, he took a seat on the nearest bench and motioned for Shizuo to sit down as well.
Shizuo's eye twitching in irritation but he followed Tom's anyway. "What do you wanna know?"
"What happened yesterday? No matter how I look at it, something was wrong with you."
"It's nothing important, don't worry about it," he said and blankly stared at the people passing by, the cigarette hanging loosely between his lips.
Judging by Shizuo's tense and rigid form, Tom knew that something was not right. He frowned, hating to bother Shizuo but knowing that he had to get to the bottom of whatever the hell was going on for both their sake. He couldn't remember ever seeing anyone besides Orihara Izaya giving Shizuo a hard time until the day before. Sighing, he continued to keep digging. "We've known each other for a long time."
Shizuo reluctantly grunted but nodded nonetheless.
"So I'm asking you as a friend, not as your boss... what's going on?" he asked but regretted it the moment Shizuo snapped his cigarette in two and gave him a wild glare.
"It's Izaya," Shizuo said through clenched teeth, "he did something to me."
"W-what did he do?" Tom asked, stuttering a bit. He knew better than to piss off Heiwajima Shizuo, even if they were old friends, or perhaps especially because of that.
"I don't know, but yesterday for example I couldn't uproot a street sign, and I'm pretty sure that I won't be able to lift a vending machine either."
Tom stared at him with his mouth agape, not knowing what to say. If he understood him correctly, then Shizuo's inhuman strength was gone, and considering how many enemies the man had, it was something to worry about. Random individuals as well as gangs had tried their luck at bringing down Ikebukuro's beast, and if any of those people found out that Shizuo was now not that different from them, they would most certainly jump at the opportunity to crush him once and for all. He was about to suggest that he take a few days off when the person he least expected to see showed up out of nowhere, his blood going cold at the thought of how things would explode in under a minute.
"Shi~izu-chan!" Izaya called his archenemy's name in a singsong voice as he approached the duo, inwardly laughing his ass off at their shocked and at the same time annoyed expressions, as though they had never in a million years expected to see him fearlessly show his face in Ikebukuro.
Shizuo jumped to his feet and stomped towards Izaya, the insect's smug expression not disappearing even after he clenched his fist into the bastard's black t-shirt and shook him a bit. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he asked, more surprised at the fact that Izaya allowed himself to get captured.
Izaya smacked his hand and then sighed when the brute continued to glare at him without letting him go. "I'm just taking a stroll through Ikebukuro... just kidding! I'm here to see Shizu-chan, obviously," he chirped, the corners of his lips curling upwards into a disturbing smirk.
"I don't wanna see your ugly mug right now, so fuck off," he snarled and pushed Izaya away with as much strength as he could muster, making the flea almost lose his balance and fall on his ass. Somehow, that made him feel better. He turned around and stomped back to the bench where he sat down, arms folded in front of him as he glared daggers at the disgusting louse. Normally, he would've rejoiced at the opportunity to beat him up after getting his hands on him, but Shizuo had the impression that Izaya wouldn't allow himself to get caught if he didn't have a bunch of knives ready to slit open his throat.
Izaya chuckled in an attempt to hide his annoyance at being manhandled like that. Even without his inhuman strength, Heiwajima Shizuo was not someone to be taken lightly. In terms of strength, Shizuo was most likely still stronger than him, but Izaya's agility was far superior, which meant that, overall, Izaya had the advantage. Shizuo couldn't hit him if he couldn't catch him, and he could no longer throw objects of all shapes and sizes at him. For Izaya, it was almost too easy to bring the beast to his knees whenever he felt like it. He chuckled darkly and righted his t-shirt before he pulled out his phone and sent a message. Shoving his hands inside the pockets of his jacket, his eyes drifted over to Shizuo's boss. "Tanaka-san, I suggest you leave right now." Tom gave him a questioning look but didn't exactly ask anything, so Izaya shrugged and watched as the two men approaching the bench from behind grabbed Shizuo by the arms before they pulled him backwards and off the bench. "I did warn you, didn't I?" he chirped happily when Tom shot him a glare before throwing a punch at the man closest to him.
"IZAAAAYAAAAA!" Shizuo roared just as he punched one of the two men straight in the face, the idiot falling on his ass and tripping his partner who staggered backwards after receiving a kick to his gut from Tom. Turning livid eyes towards the insect, he watched as Izaya dashed away from him, and the urge to crush each and every bone in his body burned hot, even though he knew that he would most likely be unable to achieve such a feat. "It doesn't matter,' he told himself as the chase through Ikebukuro's streets began, the accursed flea flying through obstacles as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
Izaya laughed like crazy as he took a right and then dashed through a narrow alleyway, briefly glancing back to make sure that the brute was following him. He couldn't allow the protozoan to spoil the fun before it even began.
"IIIIZAAAAAYAAAAA!" Shizuo roared again, his unrestrained rage making him want to destroy the insect after the bastard flea dared to get Tom involved into one of their fights. It was one thing to target him, but to dare hurt his friends was an entirely different matter. Even if it was the flea, he should've known better than to mess with the people Shizuo cared about. Tom could've gotten badly hurt because of him, and while he blamed himself to some degree for what happened, the real culprit was none other than Orihara Izaya. His speed increased at that thought alone and he kept chasing the insect through narrows streets and alleys for a long time, not bothering to figure out where they were heading, too busy to not let the flea out of his sight to worry about his surroundings. It was only when Izaya suddenly stopped that Shizuo realized he was trapped between a few run-down apartment buildings, men with bats, crowbars and all sorts of deadly objects closing in on them.
"Those men from earlier were merely the bait," Izaya chuckled as he swirled around, his eyes falling on Shizuo's confused expression. "Do you like my present?" he asked and then laughed when Shizuo took a drag from the just lit up cigarette dangling between his lips.
"I should've known better," Shizuo sneered, now surrounded from all sides by men armed to their teeth. "How much did you pay them?"
"Indeed you should've," Izaya chortled and moved closer to one of them, "but you are wrong about one thing. I didn't pay them anything, I simply showed them the video of you failing to uproot that street sign from yesterday. You see, Takahiro here got both his arms broken by you; Noburo only one arm. You broke both of Kiyoshi's legs and his left arm, while Jirou here barely escaped with his life after you repeatedly slammed his head into a wall," Izaya revealed as he moved from one man to another. "Everyone here ended up in the hospital because of you at some point or another, so you see, it's about time you pay for your acts of violence." Turning around, he was allowed free passage, leaving behind what appeared to be a compact mass of heavily armed men. "Shizu-chan, try not to die," he added just before he went up some stairs in order to get a better view of the fight below.
The men surrounding Shizuo started spewing insults and waving around their weapons, a sort of murderous frenzy taking over the crowd at the thought of crushing Ikebukuro's beast with their own hands.
"Fucking die, mother fucker!"
"Now it's my turn to break your legs!"
"I'm gonna break your fingers one by one, bastard!"
"Your time to scream now!"
Shizuo snapped the cigarette in two before throwing it away and assuming a fighting stance, aware that the odds were not in his favor. He counted at least a dozen before he was distracted by a fist flying towards him which he had to duck in order to avoid getting his face smashed in by this gorilla-looking guy who he remembered beating up before. That didn't save him however from the crowbar hitting his side, nor the wooden bat which broke when it hit his head. The men around him stopped and stared in awe at him. Most humans would've lost consciousness from such a blow to the head, but he was not like most humans, he was Heiwajima Shizuo, and a baseball bat to the head hardly made him bat an eyelash. Turning around, he looked at the man staring dumbly at the broken piece of wood. "You just went for my head, didn't you? You know you could kill someone by hitting a vital spot in their head, right? If you know this, then you were trying to kill me, right? So now you shouldn't complain no matter what I do to you," he said and punched the guy so hard that he staggered backwards and bumped into two other guys, all three of them falling to the ground like domino pieces.
Izaya whistled. "That's Shizu-chan for you! Once a beast, always a beast. Even when he's weak, he's not actually weak," he mused, as he watched another wave of humans attacking the brute. This was only the first stage in his plan of crushing the beast, because once these men finished beating him to a bloody pulp, they would spread the word about Shizuo's loss of strength, and almost everyone who the protozoan ever beat up would soon come seeking retribution. If things went according to plan, and they usually did, then Heiwajima Shizuo would eventually have no choice but to abandon Tokyo if he wanted to keep his life, leaving Izaya to freely roam Ikebukuro's streets to his heart's content. A loud crunch followed by a loud shrill woke him up from his musing and he looked just in time to see one of the men moving away from the crowd while cradling his broken arm. Izaya sneered at the pathetic display, tempted to break his other arm just for being a weakling who couldn't even handle Shizuo with an army backing him up. "I love humans," he told himself, "but sometimes I just want to crush them."
Ironically enough, all those times Shizuo ended up chasing Izaya around seemed to help, because he found himself easily dodging most of the hits the men threw at him. Fighting the flea had him doubting his strength as a normal human being, but the bastard was not normal to begin with, so it was only natural that he couldn't keep up with his agility. As he fought those men though he noticed with no little amount of surprise that compared to Izaya, it was like they were moving in slow-motion. That is not to say he wasn't getting hit at all, the proof being his more than a few broken ribs and the huge amount of blood streaming down the side of his head, but it was still not that different from his usual fights. He couldn't make the bastards fly the same way he used to, but he was still strong enough to knock out a few of them after only a few hits. He felt a metal bat connect with his shoulder and he groaned, his battered body finally starting to feel some of the pain they were viciously inflicting on him. Feeling completely annoyed about the whole thing, he elbowed his attacker in the face with a vengeance, the blow so hard that the man's nose broke with a sickening crunch. As expected, the idiot immediately started screaming and crying about his broken nose, pissing off a few of his pals who pushed him aside so that he wouldn't block their paths. "Is this all you can do?" Shizuo sneered after he somehow got his hands on a crowbar and hit a guy so hard that he knocked him out. He laughed when a few of them started calling him a monster, and that seemed to piss them off enough to make them pull out their knives, a couple of them slicing his shoulder and arms the moment another bat slammed into his head hard enough to make his vision waver. Stunned by the vicious blow, he couldn't defend himself when another bat smashed into his knee, so he collapsed on the ground in pain, his body screaming in agony when something sharp sank into his back. He hissed, realizing that he had just been stabbed, the wound gushing blood the second the blade was pulled out.
"Just die already, bastard! No one wants a monster like you in Ikebukuro!"
"True that!"
"I'm gonna bash your head until your skull caves in," the one called Jirou threatened, still pissed off about that time when Shizuo almost killed him after repeatedly slamming his head into a wall for being unable to pay the money he owed. He raised the baseball bat he was holding, ready to deliver the crushing blow that would bring him closer to ending the beast's life once and for all.
Izaya had quietly watched until then, thoroughly enjoying the show, but the moment he saw that Shizuo's life was in imminent danger he realized that he didn't exactly want to see the brute die by the hands of such lowly humans. His eyes narrowed in irritation and he walked down the stairs and towards the crowd of people surrounding the fallen beast, the men moving aside and allowing him free passage. "So Shizu-chan is human after all," he said and watched the man struggling to get up.
"F-fuck you," Shizuo cursed weakly, the barely audible insult making his attackers laugh, as though he was nothing more than garbage they could dispose of at a moment's notice. His mind went blank with fury and he attacked, droplets of blood spraying into the air as he wildly fought to land a hit on Izaya, his desire to crush the insect once and for all overriding any kind of pain his body was in.
"Move aside! Move!" Izaya ordered the men so that he could give the beast what his heart most desired. "I'm all yours, Shizu-chan," he goaded him in and then ducked a blow just as Shizuo's fist came flying above his head, the obviously enraged man not yet realizing that Izaya was just playing with him. No matter what kind of monster Shizuo was, he still bled, and blood loss was still blood loss, the injury to the head and the stab wound to his back, as well as the numerous slashes all over his body allowing the crimson liquid to freely flow out. It was obvious that at that point Shizuo was simply fighting on instinct, and a part of him couldn't help but experience awe at the way in which the brute that was now a more human version of Heiwajima Shizuo pushed himself past his limits. The man was a beast, and not just because of his inhuman strength, but also because his mind and body didn't know when to give up. The idiots around them started to cheer him on, and that pissed Izaya off so much that he took it out on Shizuo by punching him so hard that he sent him flying into some random guy's arms who used the opportunity to hold him tightly while two others grabbed his arms in order to restrain him.
"KILL HIM! KILL HIM! KILL HIM!" the crowd chanted in a frenzy, their thirst for blood not yet satisfied.
Izaya watched with disgust at how hard the men holding Shizuo were struggling to keep him there, and it crossed his mind that such people were not worthy of even touching Ikebukuro's beast with their filthy hands. "Let him go," he ordered, hoping that his voice didn't betray the displeasure he felt.
"Kill him already!"
"Break his fingers!"
"Gauge his eyes out!"
"Break every bone in his body!"
"Stab him to death!" the crowd demanded.
Izaya glared at them with livid eyes, their disgusting words making him want to cut them all into tiny pieces. He should've foreseen that bringing together a bunch of idiots would make the mob mentality emerge. "Leave!" he demanded, but no one seemed to pay any attention to him because they kept yelling profanities and suggesting different ways to kill Shizuo. "LEAVE!" Izaya roared, his switchblade dangerously pushing into the neck of a man who had just finished stabbing Shizuo in the stomach.
"What the hell?"
"Just fucking kill him already."
"This is bullshit, just kill him."
"Kill him!"
Izaya's eyes narrowed into slits and he glared daggers at each and every one of them who dared to open their mouths. "I don't think you've heard me right, so let me say it again. LEAVE!" He expected many things to happen, like getting insulted or outright ignored, but what he didn't expect was for the crowd of ungrateful humans to attack him. "Shizu-chan!" he called, hoping that the beast would come back from wherever his mind was wandering. "SHIZU-CHAN! Wake up and fight these bastards if you don't want to die and make Kasuka sad!"
The mention of Kasuka's name snapped Shizuo from his mindless rage towards Izaya because he seemed to finally realize what was happening. He almost laughed at the irony of the situation as he watched Izaya fight the scumbags he had brought there himself, but he held it in and instead used the opportunity to free himself the moment the insect attacked one of the people holding him captive. "You do know how stupid this makes you look, don't you, flea?" he asked as they both started fighting the men surrounding them instead of fighting each other.
"Tch!" was Izaya's answer as he slashed at another guy's forearm, the man immediately crying out in pain and running out of the crowd. He never imagined that he would ever be fighting side by side with Shizuo, but he couldn't deny that he was having fun seeing the cockroaches surrounding them dropping on the ground like the useless insects that they were. He loved humans, he really did, but that didn't mean he would allow his humans to think they were above his god. No one challenged him and got away with it. Ironically enough, the god seemed to be making a surprisingly good team with the beast, because not even five minutes later the ground was littered with crying and cursing men who hadn't known when to retreat. "The sight is rather amusing," he had to admit, because never before had he been forced to fight so many people at the same time. That was Shizuo's brutish way of dealing with things, not his.
"Your turn now to bite the dust," Shizuo growled low as he convulsively flexed his hands, feeling faint from the blood loss but refusing to pass out before crushing to minced meat the annoying insect before him.
Izaya giggled and stepped over a few men before motioning for Shizuo to follow. "First Shinra, then we'll talk." He heard Shizuo mutter something under his breath and he laughed, not exactly caring what new colorful insults the beast was throwing at him. "Hey, Shizu-chan, wasn't that fun?" he chirped and then hummed an indistinguishable song while prancing through the narrow alley which lead to the street.
"Fuck you!" Shizuo said in a much lower voice than he'd hoped. The truth was that he was feeling like shit, and he hated having to put up with Izaya, but the bastard was right when he suggested going to Shinra's place. "You're a disgusting, fucked up flea and I hope that you'll drop dead one of these days; the sooner the better," he added, just because he was pissed off at Izaya for once again getting people to attack him.
"Aww, Shizu-chan is being so rude!"
"And Iza-chan is being fucking retarded."
Izaya chuckled but didn't rise to the bait. "Oh, Shizu-chan, just when I was hoping that you would bore me enough to make me lose my interest in you. I hope your monstrous body heals soon so that we can play some more," he thought as they headed together towards the doctor's apartment. "Try not to die too soon, ne?"
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