Hello beloved humans~! I lied when I said I would publish a shizaya in two or so weeks! see I got all excited and quickly wrote chapter one... hope you like it C: I do like everybody else appreciate reviews and I think that chapter two will be out on sunday maybe... Pretty please do enjoy it! Short chapter, but it's like that for two reasons: 1) I wanna see if anybody at all would read it. 2) My lap top is dying. Read on anyways!
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! or all of Erika's dreams of Shizaya would come true, Kasuka would be jealous that Shizuo loves only Izaya, Kida would be jealous because Izaya loves only Shizou and Simon would be in jail for hitting Iza-kun so hard against the "Love" sign/statue thingy. :}
It was yet another normal day in Ikibukuro… people busy with the matters of their life, problems they had to solve, business they had to do. It seemed so calm, the slight buzz of everybody's troubled hearts, the occasional yells of people advertising products and restaurants.
A tall dark skinned Russian man on the diagonal yelling out "sushi! Good sushi! Russian sushi! No human in sushi! Sushi good! Eat Russia sushi!" he melted into the crowd perfectly despite his unusual appearance… just another busy man doing what he does each day.
People start to notice one by one the threatening screams from far away, shattering the peace, making others stop and turn around in confusion. The yelling gets louder like a stock of angry bulls running,and along with the heart stopping, announcing danger and eruption of panic roar, comes a figure. Oh so graceful it is in it's leap, moving so flawless like second nature. The elegant weightless appearance the form possesses is accompanied by the speed… so fast he is that people can only catch his outline, marvellous shape, perfect structure, and a fur trimmed black jacket.
Bloody orbs throw their breath taking, mocking, victorious gaze back at the predator tauntingly. A devious smirk graces his pale lips and a bright, lightheaded laugh erupts from him as he sways his way past others.
The predator moves fast to, trying his hardest to close the distance separating them for years. Hazel brown, walnut shaded orbs stare violently at his preys small back. He is dangerously hungry, years spent trying to reach the unreachable, kill the immortal, stop the life-risking game they have enjoyed all this time. His only goal in life is to finally hit the red-eyed taunting flea with a vending machine like cupid would hit one who is in love, never missing unlike Shizuo. His mocha eyes focus on the informant when he makes a sharp turn right, 'just where he needs to be' chants the voice in Shizuo's head, a mad mans smile plastered on his face. He puts extra effort into running, and when he's about to make that final turn. All he can hear is the single beep and then nothing.
Turn. Stop. Stare.
Shizuo stares into nothing.
Nothing isn't what he wanted to see.
He wanted to get the flea cornered, but either his brain was an empty corner, either Izaya knows how to vanish… and that he did. 'Not out of a dead end! There's no way! He must be hiding somewhere here…' says the dark voice in his head, the previous evil, playful tone it possessed is no longer present, it is replaced by misunderstanding. How could he go wrong this time? What was wrong this time? Everything was perfect and ready, a trap, a weapon and the victim. About the victim, where did the flea go? Hazel orbs search the area and land on the ground, a small black device, broken and lifeless. Blond ex-bartender comes to pick it up hesitantly, waiting for the sadistic informant to jump out of nowhere. It is a phone… with a crashed screen and keys. 'One of his many phones, why not waste one to get away from us?' suggests the dark voice. Shizuo does not like the way the voice in his head refers to him and itself as Shizuo in general but that is to be dealt with later. He looks closer at the phone, it is still on.
Mocha eyes narrow for a second and then widen. His jaw drops loose, his breath hitches, his heart skips a beat. '…u_'re MinE-!' reads the message sent to Izaya's phone. The writing is barely legible because the screen is broken. Who would write that to him? Why? What exactly did it mean? Why did the flea run off? WTF? Shizuo was slightly worried, there was no way he could deny that. "Izaya…" he whispered in a shaky voice, looking around the lifeless dead end. Who would say that? And to his reply comes the dark voice,
'The devil, more then to anybody else…' it muses chuckling.
Like it? Hate it? R&R? pwease!~ A.N- For people that watched or read the Dexter series; Shizuo and Dexter both have a hungry monster inside, so I'll just have Shizuo refer to the dark voice as the 'dark passenger' but it is not a cross-over because it's only a hungry stomach roar XD
Ja ne~! *v\\