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This fic is going to follow along with the storyline of the anime (starting with episode 3), and then go off from episode 25. I will not be covering anything from the novels that technically would happen after the anime finished. The beginning will be very much Izaya-centric, but once we finish the anime, SHIZAYA WILL DEVELOP IN ALL OF IT'S GLORY. Also, the translation I am using is from the subbed version of the anime, so the dialogue might not match up with the English dub.
((Now you can read the fic if you don't care about the rest of this))
This fic was the brain-child of me and a good friend of mine that took A LOT of planning and thought, so I really hope you enjoy it! And just so you know, as of right now, I have this story written up to the end of the anime, and since I'm just about done with classes, updates should be fairly quick as they usually are for me.
Pain shot through his body as he landed hard a few meters from where he had been standing. Quickly pulling himself to his feet, Izaya looked to see what flying object had struck him this time.
A convenience store trash can… Great.
Through the pain flaring through his upper body, he could hear the tell-tale voice of the one man he had been hoping to avoid today.
"Izzaaaayaaaa-kuuun," Heiwajima Shizuo droned, "Didn't I tell you to stay out of Ikebukuro?"
Tugging his jacket back over his shoulders, Izaya stood to face his nemesis, prepared to fight his way out if need be. Of course, he would have preferred a bit more time to chat with Ryugamine Mikado, but it seemed that would have to wait for another time.
"Shizu-chan… Aren't you working over at West Gate now?" Izaya questioned.
Shizuo shrugged. "Got fired ages ago." He said simply, "And I thought I told you to stop calling me that. I have a name, and it's Heiwajima Shizuo!"
Ah, yes. Shizuo lost his jobs just as easily as he lost his temper. Mentally kicking himself for not taking that into account, Izaya decided he'd have to start keeping better track of his enemy.
"Oh, Shizu-chan. Are you still mad that I pinned that crime on you?" Izaya teased.
"Oh I'm not mad, I just want to kick your ass." Shizuo stated with a wild look about him.
'Sure. That makes a lot of sense…' Izaya thought.
"I'm no good at dealing with you, Shizu-chan. Your violence has no logic behind it, and you never listen to reason… It's so troublesome." Izaya said with a shrug. Reaching into his pocket, Izaya pulled out his flick blade and prepared himself for the impending fight. "Let me go."
It was in that moment that something odd happened. Izaya could feel an uncomfortable stirring deep down that seemed to draw his attention towards the trio of high school kids witnessing this scuffle. It didn't take long at all for Izaya to notice the way the girl was staring at his knife. She seemed terrified, but not in the way that a normal person would fear a weapon. What was even more interesting was the fact that the instant he had laid eyes on the girl, that uncomfortable feeling only grew stronger.
'Something's not right here…' Quickly turning his attention back to Shizuo, Izaya heard a shout from around the corner.
"There he is! That's him!"
Ah, that brainless thug from before decided to bring his friends along to exact his vengeance. How typical of a violent gang member…
"You won't get away with messing with me!" He boasted, "We're with the Dollars!"
Instead of acknowledging the thugs that had surrounded them, Izaya simply held his ground and waited for realization to dawn on them. It didn't take long.
"Wait, is that a bartender?" One thug yelled.
"No way!" Another said in disbelief.
'And here we go.' Izaya mused.
A very pissed off Shizuo twitched upon hearing his name as he turned to face the source. "Who the hell are you?"
Izaya watched with mild amusement as the scene played out, complete with that strange logic and a stunning display of inhuman strength that was unique to the man known as Heiwajima Shizuo.
However, he couldn't stick around anymore. That feeling of unease was still there, and he had it seemed it wouldn't go away until he was out of there.
"See ya later!" Izaya called out as he swiftly turned on his heels and ran. And he kept running full speed when he heard the familiar sound of bolts being torn from concrete.
"You're not getting away!" He heard Shizuo bellow behind him as an average every-day vending machine suddenly became a projectile weapon.
Being as distracted as he was, Izaya was sure he wouldn't have been able to dodge the heavy metal object; however, it seemed that today Izaya was meant to escape because in that moment, the machine was stopped in the air by none other than Simon, allowing Izaya to escape unharmed. He'd have to make a stop at Russia Sushi some time as thanks, but that too would have to wait for another day.
"Dare I ask what just happened?" Izaya asked aloud to his empty apartment after slamming the door closed behind him.
"What do you mean…?" A small, quiet voice responded in his head.
"You know damn well what I meant. I felt it when that girl looked at me… Or my knife to be specific." Izaya explained as he removed his shoes and fur-trimmed jacket.
"You have it all wrong... It wasn't the girl… it was because of Shizuo…" The muted voice defended.
"Bull shit." Izaya retorted.
"I mean it... That trash can really hurt, and I was afraid we wouldn't get away..."
With a sigh, Izaya dropped down onto the couch to rest, feeling the pain slowly ebb away. "Listen," he began, "I know you have another piece out there somewhere. I'm not stupid, you know? I can't help but wonder if this had something to do with that."
"Don't worry about that… I can't even sense that piece anymore… I have no idea where it is…" The voice sounded dejected, but Izaya still had his suspicions.
"I would appreciate it if you didn't lie to me." Izaya stated, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes. "It's so frustrating…"
"Why would I ever lie to you…?" The voice whispered.
"I can think of a few good reasons…" He said flatly, running his hand through his hair, "I know how you feel about me."
"I love you…"
"Again… Don't lie to me like that."
"I love you… I love you… I love you…"
Izaya gripped his head in his hands as the voice grew louder and more pressing upon repeating that phrase. A sharp pain was beginning to form in the front of his head as the voice continued to repeat its mantra as if Izaya hadn't heard it a million times already.
"I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you…"
He rolled on to his side, still clutching his head as the voice unrelentingly grew in urgency.
"I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you… I love you…"
"SHUT UP!" Izaya screamed into the silence of his apartment. "Just… Just stop…" He added weakly, rubbing his temples to dispel his growing headache.
"All I want is to exist… I'm the same as you…" The voice was back to its low volume this time.
Izaya released the grip on his head—though it was still pounding—and tried to relax. "Just let me sleep for a little while, okay?" He mumbled, "I'm sure that hit from Shizu-chan hurt me a lot more than it hurt you…"
Thankfully, only silence answered him this time as he made himself comfortable on the couch, no longer finding enough energy to even bother going upstairs. Within five minutes, Izaya drifted off into a light sleep while his beloved humans continued to go about their day on the streets below.
If you're confused, don't worry. If you understand completely where I'm going with this fic, awesome. Good for you! :D
Next chapter things will make sense.