Phone Call

Disclaimer: I do not, and never will, own Durarara! Unless someone gave me a billion dollars, then I'll buy the show.

Characters: Shizuo, Izaya, Namie

Genre: Humor, general

A very important A/N: This is where those stories that are too short to be publish separately are gathered. It'll mostly be humor, so do not take any of these too seriously!


For all he cared, Shizuo Heiwajima did not like to make phone calls.

Especially to that damn flea he hates so very, very much.

But it never occurred to him that a certain headless friend of his would actually request him to do it. Celty just wanted to settle things right between those two, ending the hatred, the fights and finally bringing peace at last. It was a primitive plan, bold even. Shizuo knew Izaya would take no time to see it through, but he was still determined to make the call.

"Hello, this is Izaya Orihara."

"Hey flea, it's me. Look, let's just put the past behind us and-"

"You know what? Don't say anything. I know what you're going to tell me."

"Huh?" Shizuo was astounded.

"Look, what you're telling me probably isn't important."

"Flea, no, Izaya I—"

"Oh! Who am I to judge? Come on! It might be good news, well, or bad news. Hey, but let it be good news, for your sake, right Namie-San?"

On the other line, Shizuo could make out an indistinct muffle from the voice of a woman.

"Don't be so spiteful, Namie! Anyway, however irritating you may be, I'm all ears."

Did Izaya just called him irritating? Shizuo was starting to feel ticked off. For all he knew, he certainly was getting anywhere with this conversation.

"Izaya, just listen to me—" He attempted to make the information broker shut up and let him talk, but the babbling continued on.

"By the way, if you're annoyed right now, I'll let you know that I couldn't care less about that." What bugged Shizuo the most is that he said it delightfully.

Shizuo grabbed a street sign's body next to him and held it tightly, bending it into half. If this keeps on, he didn't know when he could hold the anger inside him any longer.

"Yeah, so just leave a message after the beep."

...What the heck?

Beep

"Izaya! You fucking flea!"


At night, when Izaya came back to his apartment from work, he saw a note stuck on his door.

He read it aloud, "Someone visited your apartment this afternoon and told you to check your message box. By the way, I'm leaving early today; I've got something to attend to.

"Namie Yagiri."

Realizing that it was nothing in particular, Izaya paid the message no heed and put in his pocket. After unlocking the door, he found his apartment wrecked, almost unrecognizable.

Besides the ripped curtains, broken chairs, overturned tables and a street sign sticking out of his sofa, he found what most vexing is that the insides of his work phone were all gorged out, leaving gears and parts of the machine on the floor.

It was then Izaya made a mental note to himself that it was time to change the message recording.


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