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Power Shift	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 2689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6 - Cornered
Despite the injuries he'd gotten the previous afternoon, Shizuo still went to work the next day. He didn't tell Tom anything about the stab wounds or the broken ribs, confident that he could handle himself if he got attacked again. In fact, he had no doubts that he could beat up a guy or two if need be.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Tom asked for the umpteenth time.
Shizuo only nodded this time around, tired of trying to convince his friend that he needn't worry about him. Just because he'd been injured, it didn't mean that he would skip work.
Things were looking well as they went through the first two names on the list, but their third client kept begging Tom to give him a few more days, even after they had already given him a whole week. Shizuo lost his tempter not even two minutes after the man started whining, and as he raised a fist and crashed it into the skinny face, he couldn't help a pained grunt from slipping past his lips when his knuckles made contact with the man's sharp features. Tom gave him a worried look, but Shizuo simply shrugged it off and walked away, leaving his friend to deal with the man; he knew that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from hitting that guy again if he continued to stay there.
He reclined against the wall outside the man's apartment and lit up a cigarette. No matter how much he tried to figure out why Izaya did what he did, he still couldn't understand why the flea had saved him. Saying that he did it because he was not yet done playing with him seemed like a lazy answer, especially when he knew how much Izaya wanted him out of picture. The pest risking his own life to save him was most puzzling, and Shizuo was almost tempted to go find Izaya and ask him why he did it, even though he had doubts that the insect would tell him anything. Sighing loudly, he took another drag from the cigarette and tried to chase away any thoughts related to Izaya. He really needed to clear his mind so that he'd stop thinking about the bastard who kept messing up his already messed up life.
By the time Shizuo had finished smoking the cigarette, Tom stepped out of the apartment with a large amount of money in his hands. "He had the money. Good thing we got here before he gambled them away."
"Tch! Of course he had the money. I hate people like him the most. They have no self-control."
Tom struggled to not break into laughter. "You certainly know much about self-control," he said with a smile on his face, and then he really ended up laughing when Shizuo lowered his head in shame and awkwardly rubbed the back of his head.
"Yeah, you're right."
"Your lack of restraint is what got you working for me, so I'm not complaining." He gave Shizuo a pat on the back before hooking an arm around his neck and pulling him away from the apartment. "Let's take a break and get some coffee. Well, I'll get the coffee, you get whatever you want."
Shizuo's eyes immediately lit up. "Sounds good." Luckily, the blond knew the perfect place, and it wasn't even that far away. "Follow me."
The place was a small shop near the park, so after they got the icecream and the coffee, they went to sit on a bench.
"So what exactly happened yesterday?"
"What?"
Tom tilted his head to the side, his eyes fixed on the bruises marring Shizuo's face. "Did Izaya do this to you?"
Shizuo snorted and took a swipe at the icecream, the heavenly taste almost canceling out the bitterness he felt at knowing that Izaya was indeed responsible for the bruises on his face ― even if indirectly. "The flea doesn't have the strength to do this," he said in order to convince himself more than anyone else. Izaya had not only blocked his fist but also succeeded in kicking him to the ground a few days prior, and that burned Shizuo's pride a lot more than he wanted to admit. Shizuo's only advantage over Izaya had been his strength, but with that gone, he had no effective means to combat the insect with inhuman speed.
"Then who―"
"Look, I don't wanna talk 'bout it right now," he tried, and when Tom nodded, Shizuo was grateful to his friend fo heeding his request.
They spent the rest of the break in silence, until Tom finished his coffee and Shizuo his icecream and they both went back to work. They were just about to cross the street to see the next person on their list when Shizuo felt a hand on his shoulder and he snapped his head to the side, honey-brown eyes meeting the rusty-red orbs of his enemy. He nearly shuddered in disgust when he realized whose hand it was, but he pushed down the revulsion and tried to take a swing at the bastard smirking at him.
Instead of evading it and running away like he usually did, Izaya blocked the fist with one hand and grabbed Shizuo by the throat with the other, the force behind the blond's swing having been greatly diminished by the many injuries on his body. "That's not how you greet someone, Shizu-chan," he told his enemy in mock-disappointment. "What did your parents teach you as a child?"
"More than yours ever taught you," Shizuo bit back as he grabbed Izaya's wrist with his other hand and pushed him away, the flea's hold on his neck easily slipping away.
"By your logic, it's your parents' fault for the way you turned out." As expected, Shizuo tried to hit him again, but before Izaya even had a chance to flick open his switchblade, Tom stepped between them.
"I would appreciate it if you two stopped this. We still have work to do, and you, Orihara-san, are wasting our time right now," the older of the three said.
Izaya sighed softly before he slipped the switchblade back into his jacket pocket. "I need a few minutes alone with Shizu-chan, if you don't mind, Tanaka-san," he requested and then watched the man nod and walk away.
"I don't care what you have to say," Shizuo announced with a hateful glare as he started walking away, only to stop in his tracks when Izaya spoke again.
"I suggest you listen to what I have to say, unless you're in a rush towards an untimely death."
"Are you threatening me?" Shizuo hissed, but Izaya shook his head.
"No. Follow me."
"Like hell I will!" Shizuo barked, hands balled into fists. "'specially after the stunt you pulled yesterday."
Izaya shrugged. "Fine, then I'll follow you. Just get us someplace where we can talk in private," he suggested and smirked when the fake blond mumbled a few curses before leading him towards a nearby alley.
"Whadya want, bastard? Haven't you done enough damage already?" Shizuo asked as soon as they got there.
"The rumors about your loss of strength are starting to spread through the chatrooms, which means that soon enough, more people will come looking for you," Izaya informed him, his earlier smirk gone.
"And whose fault is that, huh?" Shizuo snapped and lit up a cigarette.
"Partially my fault, yes," Izaya admitted.
Shizuo took a lungful of smoke before blowing it into the insect's face, Izaya's eyes watering as he struggled to breathe. "This is exactly what you wanted, so why are you warning me about it? Don't tell me it's out of the goodness of your heart, because I'm not buying it."
Izaya burst into laughter even as he was coughing, and Shizuo felt the beginning of a headache as a result of the annoying sounds coming from the Informant.
"Of course not," Izaya said once he was able to breathe again, and in the next moment he snatched the cigarette out of Shizuo's hand and pinned the blond to the dirty wall behind him, the man letting out a pained grunt when his injured body made contact with the hard surface.
"'the hell you doing?" Shizuo snarled and raised an arm to push Izaya away, but his hand froze in mid-air when the still burning cigarette was nearly shoved into his right eye.
"As it turns out, I don't like the idea of other people messing with my prey, and you Shizu-chan, are my prey," Izaya declared, eyes glowing dangerously.
Shizuo couldn't stop a wild shudder from traveling through his body at the sight of Izaya's crazed expression. He'd always known that Izaya was messed up in the head, but for the first time since he'd met the man, he could see a glimpse of the madness beneath the usual craziness that was Orihara Izaya.
"You really are a fucking psycho," Shizuo said, his throat so dry that he found it painful to swallow, the heat beside his eye only serving to harden his belief that Izaya had a few loose screws in his head.
"I am who I am, and there is nothing wrong with that," Izaya smirked and pulled away from Shizuo before letting the cigarette fall to the ground and stepping on it. "Well, I'm off for now. I'll see ya around," he added with a wave of his hand before he disappeared around the corner.
Shizuo's eyes fell upon the crushed cigarette and he cursed Izaya under his breath before pulling out another one and lighting it up. He then slipped his hands into his pants pockets and frowned, feeling completely unhappy about the whole situation. He doubted he could ever get used to Izaya overpowering him, and he hoped that his strength would soon return because he was starting to worry about his safety now that the word about his loss of inhuman strength was out. He felt horrible for always disappointing his family, and even though he sometimes thought they would've been better off without him, he had no doubt they'd be sad if something bad were to happen to him. He would have to be careful.
With that thought in mind, he headed towards the next guy on the list, knowing that Tom would wait for him there. They didn't run into any sort of troubles with the man they visited, but the guy they went to next must've gotten wind of the news because he laughed in Shizuo's face and attacked him.
"Just because you don't have your inhuman strength anymore, it doesn't mean you don't have any strength at all," Tom remarked right after he finished counting the money the man so graciously gave him after getting his ass kicked by the two debt collectors.
"Yeah, some people really are that stupid," Shizuo mumbled and wiped the blood off his lips. The guy had been quite weak, but he still managed to land a good hit before Shizuo crashed a knee into his chest and Tom took it from there.
"Go home and rest, we're done for the day." After seeing Shizuo fight, Tom realized that his friend was hurt a lot worse than he let on, those bruises on the blond's face most likely being just the tip of the iceberg.
Shizuo tilted his head to the side, confused. "I thought we still had two more guys to see."
"I have some business to take care of. It can await until tomorrow," Tom lied.
"'kay. See ya," Shizuo certainly didn't mind some much needed rest, especially after the bad news Izaya had delivered. "Tch!" he sneered out loud and angrily chewed on the cigarette he was smoking as he made his way to his apartment. He was no one's prey, especially not Izaya's, the thought alone making his hackles rise and his brow twitch in annoyance. He was really starting to miss his strength, if only for the sole reason that it kept Izaya at a reasonable distance from him, as opposed to the new situation with the flea always being in his face and grabbing him as though he no longer saw him as a threat.
As he was passing by one of the vending machines near his apartment building, he was grabbed by the arm and pulled past it and behind a store, his eyes first widening in surprise and then narrowing in irritation when Izaya shoved him into the wall and clasped a hand over his mouth. "Mmmm-Hrrrmmmpfff!!"
"Shh!! There are people looking for you all over Ikebukuro," Izaya said softly so that he wouldn't be heard by the people passing by. "A big group is waiting for you in front of your apartment. I'll let you go now, but don't shout, okay?"
Shizuo nodded and waited for Izaya to back away. No matter how pissed off he was at the flea, it looked like he had bigger problems to worry about. "How did they find out where I live? Wait... did you give them the address, you goddam louse?"
Izaya raised both hands in a placating gesture. "Not this time. Besides, it's not like your home address was a state secret. Once someone leaked the information online, it spread like wildfire, and now many of the people you've beat up over the years have come here seeking retribution." As if to prove how much of a protozoan he was, Shizuo threw him a nasty glare and moved to get out of the small place behind the store, but Izaya grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back in. "You can't take all of them on! Hey, are you listening to me?" he almost hissed when Shizuo tried to break free.
"I didn't know you cared so much," Shizuo gasped in mock-surprise before answering seriously. "I'll see if Tom will let me crash at his place for the night."
Izaya released Shizuo and folded his arms across his chest. "I advise against it. Last time I checked the chatroom, they were trying to find your friends. Going there might put him in danger."
Without a word, Shizuo stepped into the open. Izaya followed after him, immediately spotting a group of angry men running in their direction. "Meet me at the train station," he told Shizuo before flicking open his switchblade and pretending to attack him. "Run, Shizu-chan," he urged him, and Shizuo did so when he finally noticed the men heading in his direction. He didn't like the idea of running away, but the many sharp objects they were carrying left him with no other choice but to heed Izaya's request and head towards the nearest station. Izaya too pretended to run after him for a while, but Shizuo knew Ikebukuro like the palm of his hand, so he had no problem in losing his pursuers.
As expected, the bane of his existence got to the rendezvous spot before him, and Shizuo was finally starting to take into consideration the possibility that perhaps Izaya had nothing to do with his loss of inhuman strength. It looked like the insect was risking a lot to make sure his archenemy wouldn't get killed by someone else, even if his reason was not only selfish, but also really dumb, at least in Shizuo's opinion.
"Shizu-chan, you made it!" Izaya chirped and then chuckled when he heard Shizuo growl.
"You must be enjoying this."
Izaya raised a hand and tapped a finger on his chin as he blinked a few times before his vision focused on the blond again. "Not as much as I thought I might," he admitted. "It's like someone trying to steal your favorite toy... it's... irritating."
"The fuck?! I'm not your toy, nor am I your prey!" Shizuo snarled, grabbing the front of Izaya's t-shirt and bringing him closer until their foreheads were almost touching. "Got it?"
Izaya shrugged and smacked away Shizuo's hand. "Come over to my place," he suggested, a twisted grin almost splitting his face in two when he saw the expression on the brute's face.
"W-What?" Are you serious?" Shizuo nearly screeched. "'the hell is wrong with you?"
"No one would think to look for you there. Can't you see how brilliant my idea is?" Truth be told, Izaya was a bit reluctant about taking Shizuo to his apartment, but he doubted the man could do anything as long as he didn't possess his inhuman strength. Besides, Izaya liked the idea of embarrassing Shizuo by manipulating the situation to a point where the brute would have no choice but to rely on his archenemy to survive. "Well, if you want to put your friends in harm's way, then be my guest," he added when he saw that Shizuo seemed unable to make up his mind on whether to follow him or not.
"Fine," Shizuo growled through tightly clenched teeth.
"What? I'm not sure I heard you right. Did Shizu-chan just agree to accept my help?" Izaya teased him, unable to stop himself from falling prey to old habits.
Shizuo glared at him with all the animosity he could muster. "Screw you, I'm out of here," and he turned around, mind set on looking for a cheap hotel where he could spend the night trying to come up with a solution to his latest problem.
"Don't be such a baby, Shizu-chan, you're no fun," Izaya pouted.
"I'm not here to entertain you," Shizuo answered as he kept walking away.
"Then go ahead and die!" Izaya shouted after him, folding his arms in front of his chest and burning holes into the back of Shizuo's head. "In a ditch preferably!" He stood there for a few minutes, sighing loudly a couple of times before finally shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket. He was about to head in the direction of the stairs when he caught sight of a running Shizuo out of the corner of his eyes, and he turned around, his hand automatically flying to his switchblade when he noticed the angry mob following the blond. "Over here," he shouted to get the beast's attention before heading to a train that was about to leave the station.
Shizuo hated how desperate he must've looked, but after getting taken by surprise and ending up with a deep gash on his arm, he had no choice but to run back to Izaya. That didn't mean however that he'd follow him home, but at least getting out of Ikebukuro for a while sounded like a good idea. He followed Izaya into the train, and when the doors closed right before the angry mob hunting him down could catch him, he finally allowed himself the privilege of breathing in relief. Being a regular human was not as great as he thought it'd be, especially when he had so many enemies who wanted his head on a silver platter.
"I had no idea that Shizu-chan pissed off so many people in Ikebukuro, and believe me, that comes as surprise, because I usually know everything!" Izaya snickered and pushed Shizuo towards the nearest window seat.
"Hey!" Shizuo protested and tried to get up, but Izaya took a seat beside him and stretched his legs, effectively blocking his archenemy's way out.
"Stop fighting me, at least for a while; if you want to live that is," Izaya said as their eyes met, Shizuo's tired expression letting him know that he'd already won the fight. He should've never doubted his ability to make the best out of every situation.
He was, after all, a god among men.
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