Disclaimer: Durarara isn't mine, although I really wish I had legal rights to Shizu-chan…
Sammy says sommore!: My brilliant beta is IcarusWing. She is officially the best editor ever, and I appreciate her advice and honesty.
As difficult as it is to clamp down on my embarrassment, and go to Ikebukuro for such a trivial thing, it seems I haven't a choice in the matter. I really can't help it, this part of me that's been suppressed so ruthlessly.
It demands at least this.
I make my way through the midday hustle and bustle, furry hood up over my eyes and head down, trying to blend in as well as I can. I dart down a back alley, hospital in sight. I'm almost there.
The relief is almost too sweet.
"IZAYA!" My name rips through the air like a bullet from a gun, hitting me where it hurts most.
"Oi, flea." A tall, blonde, protozoan garbed as a bartender walks into the dim, dank alley.
I grin, easily falling into my role as the antagonist. "Hello, Shizu-chan."
Gritting his teeth he snarls, "What are you doing here? I told you to stay the hell outta 'Bukuro."
"Ah, Shizu-chan, Shizu-chan," My sing-song voice is coupled with a smirk, the purpose of both being to provoke the temperamental blonde. "Ikebukuro is just too full of adorable little humans to stay out of."
He growls deep in his chest in a way that would almost scare me if it weren't for my tenacious ways. "You stink."
Laughing, I can't help but to teasingly retort, "Oh, my. I thought that one died in elementary school."
"IIIIZZAAAYYY…" As he slowly walks towards me with death in his eyes, my gaze flitters behind me to the hospital.
So close…
"Always violence, Shizu-chan…" I shrug, dancing out of his way as he uproots a sign the way a child would pick a daisy. "Perhaps it's all your protozoan brain can comprehend."
He brandishes the sign, a giant perversion of a flower with its crinkled gleaming metal pole and iridescent yellow petals proclaiming 'YIELD.' "What do you want, flea?"
I give him the most innocent look I can muster. "Nothing, just visiting."
"Oh sure," He manages to corner me, grabbing my jacket and pinning me against a wall. "Here to destroy people's lives."
"No, no Shizu-chan," I sigh theatrically, "you've got it all wrong."
He growls the most animalistic growl I've heard to date. "Then what?"
I glare, narrowing my eyes down to slits. "I don't believe that's any of your business, Shizu-chan."
He presses me harder against the wall, getting in my face for good measure. "Since you're in my town, I believe it is."
This irritates me. The nature of my visit is innocent enough. Get in, get my meds, and get out unnoticed. Simple. "I was going to the hospital."
"And why's that?" He returns my glare, multiplying my murderous intent ten-fold.
My usually nonexistent temper flares. "Because Shinra can't get me the medicine I need for this."
I'm fairly sure his expression matches mine. Eyes narrowed, glaring, a deep scowl set upon an angry face. "Why don't I take you there?"
Curse your suspicious nature! I think, wishing him to the bottom of the Atlantic.
"No way in Hell." I snort, imagining a bunch of frightened women and my doctor staring. "I can't have you in there with me, Shizu-chan. It simply can't be done."
"And why the fuck is that, Izaya?" He presses me harder yet against the wall, confusion in his stupid, enraged brown irises.
I manage, thank Kami, to sound as sarcastic as I normally would. "I'd tell you if it wasn't such a big goddamn deal." I relax against the wall, willing the most honest look I can to the surface. "But unfortunately, it is. So I can't."
Looking more than slightly confused, he releases me, jamming the sign post back into the ground. It reminds me of a child making a garden out of dead sticks in a sand box. "Just don't cause any trouble."
"Understood. I'm just here because the doctors in Shinjuku are incompetent." Suddenly feeling very winded, I come up with a lie swiftly. "It's asthma medication, if you really must know."
"Hm." He obviously doesn't buy it. If judging by the suspicious drag he takes on his freshly lit cigarette is any sort of a clue. "Of course."
And as suddenly as he'd come, the mammoth protozoan is gone, walking away.
Good fucking riddance. I glower after his retreating figure, wishing that looks could kill.
All-but running into the clinic, I sit in the waiting room after signing in, not at all paying attention to the other women around me.
Yes, other women.
I'm a girl too.