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Power Shift	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 2689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5 - Made Of Storm
The two of them slowly made their way towards Shinra's apartment, Shizuo's blood loss making it hard for him to keep up with the energetic Izaya. Looking downwards, he cringed, the amount of blood tainting his bartender suit telling him that the stab wounds were worse than he'd originally thought. He raised his head and looked at Izaya, the man's impatient expression and folded arms making him want to punch him even more. "Don't look at me like that!" he snapped, his outburst increasing his already splitting headache.
"But Shizu-chan is walking at a snail's pace," Izaya complained, but then his pout turned into a vicious, mocking smirk. "Why don't you lean on me, hmm? That'd certainly speed-up your pace."
"I'd rather crawl there!" Shizuo growled through clenched teeth, his hands trembling as he balled them into fists. "Besides, this is all your fault."
Instead of increasing the distance between them, Izaya moved closer and pointed to his shoulder. "You can either accept my help or you can stay here and bleed to death in the middle of the street. Your choice."
Trying his hardest to not completely lose his temper, he pushed Izaya away and continued to walk towards Shinra's apartment, barely restraining himself from turning around and crashing a fist into the man's annoying face for mocking him even though he was the one at fault. Luckily, they were nearing the apartment building, and he felt confident enough to be able to get there before passing out from blood loss.
"Shizu-chan is just as monstrous even without his inhuman strength," Izaya chirped and then laughed when it looked like Ikebukuro's beast was about to collapse, "but even he can't fight nature. Blood loss is still blood loss, Shizu-chan," he teased him right before he grabbed an arm and hooked it over his shoulders, completely ignoring the murderous glare thrown his way.
"Let go," Shizuo growled in a low, dangerous tone as he tried to pull back his arm, but Izaya only tightened the hold around his wrist and shook his head.
"There is no way I am carrying an unconscious Shizu-chan all the way up to Shinra's apartment."
"Flea!" Shizuo snapped and banged their heads together, a thoughtless action he immediately regretted when he saw black spots appear at the edges of his awareness.
"Stupid beast!" Izaya hissed and bit Shizuo's hand, thoroughly enjoying the pained noise that accompanied the unconventional attack. "Do you really want me to end your miserable life?" he then asked in a threatening tone. "You know I won't hesitate to do it. You're not one of my humans; you're just a dumb beast after all."
Despite the burning need to insult the bastard, Shizuo bit his tongue, swallowed his pride, and kept quiet the rest of the way.
"Finally," Izaya grunted as he banged his foot against the doctor's door. "You're really heavy, Shizu-chan. Maybe you should lose some weight," he suggested, the beast's pathetic growl making him chuckle. "Ah, Shinra, could you please get this thing off my hands?" he politely requested as he stared at a gaping, wide-eyed Shinra who in the meantime had opened the door. "Well...?"
"Oh, yes, sure," Shinra hurried to answer as soon as he woke up from his stupor. He hooked Shizuo's other arm over his shoulder and with Izaya's help they carried him to the living room. "Wait, not yet!" Shinra cried out when Izaya was about to dump Shizuo on the couch. Ignoring the glare burning holes into him, he unhooked Shizuo's arm and rushed to the bedroom to pick up a few towels before running back to the living room and laying them on the couch. "Now you can let him go."
"'bout time!" Izaya complained, and with Shinra's help they laid Shizuo on the couch before the doctor went to retrieve the medical kit.
"What happened?" Shinra asked and took out the things he needed to clean, sew and bandage the cuts.
"Izaya's stupidity happened," Shizuo groaned and allowed his head to fall backwards as he reclined against the couch.
"Mob mentality happened," Izaya corrected him.
Shinra blinked a few times before he shook his head and proceeded to take off Shizuo's vest and shirt.
"This idiot sent an angry mob after me," Shizuo complained. Grunting, he shoved a hand into the right pocket of his pants and pulled out his cigarettes and the lighter, not expecting the disgusting insect hovering over him to snatch them from his hands. "What the fuck, flea?! Give that back!" he demanded, but Izaya ignored his request and instead went and dropped them into the trash can. "I'll fucking kill you!" Shizuo roared and tried to get up, only to fall back on the couch because of how dizzy and weak he felt. Realizing that he lacked the energy to go after Izaya, he sighed out loud and blankly stared at the ceiling. "I hate this bastard," he grumbled, but Shinra only shook his head and continued to work on disinfecting the wounds.
Izaya ignored them and went to the bathroom to clean Shizuo's blood off his obviously superior person. Carefully, he took the jacket off and placed it on the edge of the tub, glaring at the blood staining the fur as he did so. He had a spare jacket, but he hoped that he could get this one cleaned up because it was his favorite and he didn't like the idea of disposing of it after the beast's blood had soaked into the material. "Beasts shouldn't bleed," he grumbled and turned on the faucet to wash the blood off his face, neck and hands. Some of the blood had seeped through the jacket's material and into his v-neck t-shirt, and Izaya sighed once again as he crossed his arms, grabbed the hem, pulled it off and dropped it on top of the jacket. He then scrubbed his face before he moved on to the neck, all the while wondering what had gotten into him to make him jump in to save Shizuo. It would've benefited him if the brute had died, because then he could easily conduct his business in Ikebukuro without having to look over his shoulder every step of the way. "Orihara Izaya, what were you thinking?" he asked the reflection in the mirror. "Tch!" he then exclaimed at the sight of his slightly bruised right eye and went back to cleaning himself up. He scrubbed the beast's blood off his neck with a vengeance, and once he finished he reached into the cabinet and pulled out a small bottle of antiseptics to disinfect his bleeding knuckles. It didn't look bad enough to require bandages, so he moved away from the sink and sat down on the edge of the tub as he contemplated the events that led to him saving Shizuo's life.
He'd always assumed that he would enjoy to see the beast fall, because each time he'd imagined it, he was the one finishing him off, so he couldn't have been more surprised when he realized how bothered he'd felt at the prospect of his beast being killed off by a mob of angry humans. It would've almost been a sin to allow the magnificent beast that was Heiwajima Shizuo to die by their hands. Izaya might've not liked Shizuo, especially when he saw him as something lower than humans, but that didn't mean he would not recognize his strength. If anything, Shizuo was the monster that complemented him as a god. His eyes drifted to the bloody clothes and he made a sound of annoyance before he pushed himself up, walked out of the bathroom and went into Shinra's bedroom. He rummaged through the man's closet and drawers without hesitation until he found a set of black clothes that he thought would look good at him. Smirking to himself, he put them on and sat on the bed. He too had been hit pretty hard in a few places, and he cringed as he rolled to the side and curled in on himself, feeling the need to just rest for a few minutes before going back to work.
"Izaya, where are you?" he heard Shinra's voice a few minutes later, and he sighed before he got up and walked out of the bedroom. "What do you want?"
"Are you wearing my clothes?" Shinra asked, his hand freezing in mid-air on its way to add one more suture to Shizuo's stomach wound.
Izaya made his way to the armchair and sat down. "Is that a problem?"
"You didn't ask for permission," Shinra grumbled and went back to sewing.
Izaya chuckled as he watched the beast glare at him from where he was sitting on the couch before his attention went back to Shinra. "I'm surprised you're surprised that I didn't ask for permission."
"Whatever!" Shinra snapped. "Shizuo here says you tried to kill him again. Is that true?" he asked without looking at him.
"Shizu-chan is a liar. I did no such a thing!" he denied vehemently and folded his arms across his chest. "I'm going to go ahead and take a wild guess and say that he also accused me of being the one who somehow made him lose his strength, am I right?" He saw Shinra nod and he rolled his eyes. "Of course he did."
Shizuo, who until then had stayed quiet, let out a deep growl. "Stop denying it, you goddam pest! Everyone knows that you're a lying piece of shit," he barked, barely restraining himself from getting up and marching over there to wipe the disgusting smirk off that smug face.
"Can you two please calm down?" Shinra requested with a nervous laugh.
"How can I calm down when I almost got killed because of this bastard?!" Shizuo snarled, the anger burning in his eyes making Shinra back away a bit, and he was about to get up and attack Izaya when he felt black smoky shadows envelop his arms and shoulders. Infinitesimally calmer now, he rotated his head, Celty's PDA immediately getting shoved into his face.
[ If you two want to fight, then do it outside. ]
Shizuo cringed before glaring at Izaya again. "I'm sorry, Celty, but he makes me so mad! The bastard just tried to get me killed again!" he complained, hoping that his friend would forgive him for trying to start a fight inside her apartment. Slowly, the black smoke retracted and he watched Celty walk over to Izaya, her arms folder across her chest as she tapped a foot on the floor and waited for Izaya to explain himself.
Izaya merely shrugged and went to get a glass of water, Celty glaring holes into the back of his head the whole time. "I admit that I lured Shizu-chan towards a mob of angry humans, but I did not expect those fools to lose themselves to the mob mentality and try to kill him. As for the other thing, I am not responsible for the loss of his strength. If I were, I would have admitted right away. It'd be an amazing feat, don't you agree, Courier-san?"
Celty was so shocked by the news that she rushed to Shizuo's side and started typing away on her PDA, barely giving her friend any time to answer before new questions popped on the screen.
[ What did he mean when he said you lost your strength?? ]
"I can't lift heavy objects any―"
[ How is that even possible?? ]
"I don't really―"
[ Is Izaya really responsible for this? ]
"That's what I think, but―"
[ Are you ok? Do you want me to throw him out? ]
"Celty!! Calm down!" he told her and gently squeezed her shoulder. "I'm fine."
[ You look so pale... ] she wrote and then cupped his face.
Izaya snorted at the almost loving display while Shinra shrieked in horror and pushed the two of them apart. "Celty love, c-could you please give us s-some space? T-thanks!" he stuttered pathetically as he fumbled with the bandages.
Celty nodded and made her way towards Izaya. [ What did you do to him? ]
Izaya heard himself sigh for the umpteenth time that day and rolled his eyes. "Is it so hard to believe that I'm not the one responsible for whatever is happening to him? Don't you think I'd at least take credit for it? Hmm, I'm pretty sure that I'd probably be gloating," he reluctantly admitted.
[ What about the stab wound? ]
"Stab wounds," Izaya corrected her. "That was an unfortunate incident. Like I've said before, I did not expect the mob mentality to emerge. If it weren't for me, Shizu-chan would be dead right now. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do," he stated calmly and tried to walk away, only to stop when Celty grabbed his arm.
[ If it turns out you're responsible, I will make sure you pay for it. ]
Tilting his head, he looked at the tense Dullahan beside him with a smile on his face. "You do that, Courier-san," he said sweetly as he jerked his arm out of her hold. "I'll pass by tomorrow to pick up my clothes and to bring back yours," he informed Shinra as he passed him by and walked out of the apartment.
"Finally," Shizuo mumbled and inclined his head to check the newly bandaged stab wound. "Thanks, Shinra."
"If you want to thank me, then pay me for my services," Shinra said in a half-joking, half-serious tone.
Shizuo awkwardly rubbed the back of his head and looked away. "I'm still struggling to pay some of the damages I've caused the past few months."
Celty smacked Shinra in the head and then grabbed his ear and lightly twisted it. [ How can you ask for money from a friend?! ]
"He's your friend!" he told her, and then corrected himself in a strained voice after she punched him in the stomach. "I'm sorry! Ok? I was just joking. Ahh ha ha ha!"
Shizuo watched their banter without realizing that he was smiling. "I promise to pay as soon as I can." He then lowered his head and gazed at his wounded knuckles. "I don't think that'll be a problem now that my strength is gone."
Celty turned to Shinra. [ Any idea why this is happening to him? ]
"No clue, but I took some blood and I'm testing it for anything out of the ordinary." He then gathered his things and got up, but not before grabbing Shizuo's arm and pulling him further away from Celty.
"Really now?" Shizuo asked in a tired voice as he got up. "I'm going home, so I'll talk to you later."
[ Let me give you a ride! ]
"Thanks."
"No!" Shinra complained and grabbed Celty's shoulder before he snapped his head in Shizuo's direction and glared at him. "Don't touch my Celty!"
[ What's wrong with you today?? ] she asked him and then punched him in the stomach again, leaving him there to moan in agony while she picked up Shizuo's clothes and the two of them walked out of the apartment, ignoring the crying idiot they had left behind.
[ Let me help you, ] she offered and gave him a hand in putting back the blood-stained clothes after he begrudgingly accepted her aid.
"Thanks, Celty."
She nodded and they both walked out of the apartment building and got on her bike. Shizuo cringed at the memory of Shinra pushing them apart from one another and instead of wrapping his arms around her waist, he held on to her shoulders. She questioningly tipped her helmet and he grunted. "I don't want to get Shinra mad, especially now that I'm letting him shove needles into my arms." Her shoulders jerked in silence laughter for a few moments before she rove off, all the while Shizuo fighting to not grunt in pain because of his broken ribs.
His mind replayed the previous events and he wondered why Izaya would step in to save him. The pest should've rejoiced at the opportunity to get rid of him, and yet he risked his own life to save him. It didn't make any sense, and Shizuo made up his mind to ask him about it the next time they met. Without thinking, he tightened his grip on Celty's shoulders, and he almost fell off the bike when he realized what he was doing, only to remember in time that he no longer had his monstrous strength. "Can you pull over for a minute?" he requested when Celty slowed down at the intersection. "I don't have any food left, so I want to buy something."
As soon as they stopped, she tilted her helmet and inspected him. [ You're going in like this? ]
"I have no choice," he shrugged.
[ Tell me what you need and I'll go buy it for you. ]
"Instant ramen and some... pudding or chocolate... or both," he mused as he pulled out his wallet. "Yeah, pudding and chocolate, 'cause I've had a shitty day."
Celty's shoulders jerked in silent laughter once again as she took the bills and she went into the store.
Shizuo slipped his hands into the pockets of his pants and waited, his stomach growling for the umpteenth time in the last hour as if to remind him just how hungry he was. Celty was still inside when his phone rang, and he did his best to convince Tom that he was all right.
[ Is this ok? ] she asked once she came back and handed him the small plastic bag.
"Perfect," he answered with a small smile on his face and they both got on the bike again, this time around Shizuo's mind too preoccupied with thoughts of food to worry about Izaya, at least until they stopped in front of his apartment building and he remembered why Celty had brought him home to begin with. "Thanks for the ride, and if Shinra asks, I held on to your shoulders, ok?"
[ I don't know what's wrong with him lately... ]
"Hasn't he always been this way?" Shizuo snorted.
[ Every time I have to go out, he complains that we don't spend enough time together, ] she typed with a little more force than necessary, frustration having built over the course of a few days.
Shizuo barely suppressed the snicker threatening to come out. "Good luck with that... you're gonna need it."
As soon as he entered his apartment, he set the small plastic bag on the coffee table and rushed to the bathroom to wash so that he could then eat and relax while watching some TV. He gingerly took off his clothes and threw them into the bathtub before he sighed and proceeded to slowly wash off the blood with a towel because he couldn't get the stitches wet. "That bastard flea," he hissed through clenched teeth when his eyes fell on the now bloody and ruined clothes. "I'm going to break his neck tomorrow." He always got mad when one of the uniforms he had gotten from Kasuka got ruined, and this time around he was more pissed off than usual because it was Izaya's fault. Cursing under his breath, he went into the bedroom, picked a pair of sweatpants and put them on.
He kept cursing his archenemy as he ate the ramen, not paying any attention to what was on TV. It was only after he dug into the pudding and the chocolate that he finally relaxed enough to enjoy the action movie he was watching. Unfortunately, he had a feeling that he'd probably have to fight a lot more people from there on.
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