I DO NOT OWN DURARARA! (as much as I wish I did XD)
Something reeked in Ikebukuro. Something always reeked when that flea was around.
Scowling, Shizuo Heiwajima crushed a smoldering cigarette stub underfoot.
Tom sighed beside him, "I know that look. Izaya, right?"
The blond bristled in response.
"Well, they were the last one today. We'll resume in a bit, I'm taking a week or so off. My family keeps complaining about not seeing them for the holidays."
"...Gotcha."
"IIIIII-zaaaaaa-yaaaaa-kuuuuun," Shizuo menacingly called to the black haired man who was slumped heavily against a lamppost.
Izaya looked up quickly, barely in time to be dodge an incoming vending machine.
As several nearby good-for-nothings scuttled away anxiously in the wake of the assault, Izaya flicked out his blade a strange look upon his face. A pained look.
Shizuo cracked his knuckles, a scowl upon his face, "Damn you, Izaya.."
A bitter chuckle and a smirk. "What did I do this time, Shizu-chan~?"
"Exist," the blond repsonded curtly, eyeing a nearby cluster of vending machines.
Swiftly uprooting one of the vending machines, Shizuo wasted no time in putting it to the task of plowing a certain information broker into the ground.
The black haired man's grin vanished, a focused look in its place. Shizuo saw his reddish brown eyes flicker to the side and his muscles tense beneath his dark clothes. He scowled, knowing that the flea was going to slip out of the way as usual.
However, that was not so.
A strangled cry rose from the smaller man as one of his legs buckled beneath him and he clutched a spot on his torso as his knife clattered to the ground.
A wave of worry coursed through Shizuo, dispelling his rage. He didn't even realize how bizarre it was for him to worry about the information broker as he rushed to Izaya's side.
The black haired man was curled up on his right side, hissing quietly in pain. His left hand was balled up in a fist, half hiding his face as his right hand clutched his side.
"Izaya.." Shizuo trailed off, concerned and confused.
The adressed bit his lip. "What?" he replied bitterly, "You're about to kill me right? Get on with it..."
"...What's wrong with your side?"
"'What's wrong with your side?'" the information broker mimicked mockingly. "The hell do you think is wrong with it? I got shot."
Shizuo felt his temple pulsate irritable. He sighed, "Look, flea, I'm just trying to figure out whether or not it will be fair if I kill you now."
Cringing and clutching at his side once more, Izaya spat back at him, "Well I don't need your damned help if you're not going to kill me. Stupid protozoan..."
The blond narrowed his eyes. "You're sulking like a little kid. You're getting my help, if you want it or not!" With that Shizuo got up and pocketed Izaya's knife and carefully scooped up the smaller man into his arms.
Izaya squirmed briefly, his face slightly red in the lamplight. However, his own pain and Shizuo threatening to drop him if he continued, prompted the information broker to stop.
"...Where?" the black haired man quietly mumbled against the blond's chest.
"Hn?"
"Where-" a cringe and a muted whimper "-are we going..?"
"Shinra's, obviously."
"Ah.."
"You going to tell me what happened or am I just going to have to wonder why the hell you're bleeding on my clothes as I carry you?"
"Heh...Always about the clothes, hmm?"
"Answer."
"You should-" another cringe and muted whimper "-recognize this awful aim. Leg, torso. Isn't it obvi-" silence.
Shizuo blinked in surprise at the abrupt ending of speech and looked down at the slender man in his arms. Sighing in relief at the other man still breathing, he quickly ducked into the building where the pair's mutual friend lived.
Little more than the wounded man in his arms and his own friendship with the doctor prevented Shizuo from punching or throwing Shinra into the nearest wall.
The young doctor continued to stare at the pair in a bewildered manner, "Eh? Shizuo? Izaya? Oh..Did you actually kill Izaya this time..?"
Shizuo sighed, "Possibly. If not just patch him up."
"Of course, come in! Set him down on the couch."
Nodding in response, the blond strode in and carefully laid the slender, unconscious man upon the couch which Celty had just sprung up from.
"-Are you all right? Did you two get in a fight again?-" the headless woman's PDA voiced.
"You could say that..." he responded as he leaned against a wall.
"-What do you mean?-" she typed.
"I think," Shinra began," that Shizuo threw something at Izaya again. Only Izaya had been shot recently."
"-Izaya's been shot? By who?-"
"I'm not entirely sure. There's a very long list of people who would want to shoot or harm Izaya. Though the locations where he's been shot are the same as last time you were shot, Shizuo," Shinra shrugged. "Anyways, Celty, would you make some coffee for us? I'll be done with Izaya by the time the coffee is ready, most likely."
"-I've got it. Shizuo, how about you have a seat at the table?-"
Shizuo nodded and glanced over at Izaya as he followed Celty into the attached kitchen. He wouldn't be surprised if that the moment Shinra was done treating Izaya's wound also happened to be the moment that the couple would proceed to question his actions very thoroughly.
Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed. Reviews are welcome (translation: I want reviews but don't want to make them mandatory cause that not fun).