Second Chances

WOOH! I'm finally going post one of my Durarara! fanfics. I hope you all don't mind some Shizaya. OR the pairing at the very end of this story ewither, but we'll get to that later. I've had this typed up for awhile now, but I wanted to get most of the way through it before posting so... On with the drama!

S: After a -not so- freak accident, Izaya suddenly finds himself back on the first day he met Shizuo Heiwajima. It seems that he was given a second chance at his life... Or has he? Shizaya

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One Vending Machine Too Many

"IZAYA!" That familiar howl caused a tingle throughout me, and I prepared to either run or fight back. Adrenaline began to pulse through my veins, and I spun around smiling gleefully.

"Oh, Shizu-chan!~" I sang, spinning in place before turning back to face him. I smirked as he glared my way, before shoving my tongue out and pulling down one of my bottom eyelids. "Can't catch me, Shizu-chan!"

And with that, I bolted away, another call of Izaya coming after me. Ah, that was the life. I rolled sideways as a trash can impacted with the pavement, quickly jumping back up and darting away once more. Stupid Shizuo, as if you haven't thrown enough things at me for me to know how to properly dodge them!

"I'll crush you, you flea!"

Ah, so we were beginning with the insults, eh? Well, I believed it was time for me to kick it up a notch or two. So, I spun back around quickly, hand grasping the flick blade in my pocket. I drew my weapon in a careless manner as I watched the one human I seem to feel anything towards stop, as did I. He braced himself for what was sure to come. I spread my feet apart slightly, knees bending so I was crouched.

"What say you to finishing this finally, Shizu-chan?" I questioned, my own expression darkening as I flipped my blade open, giving it a quick toss. "Just you and I, a battle to the death." Go ahead and kill me, you bastard. Do it. My thoughts remained unsaid as I examined Shizuo Heiwajima's response to my words. End our eternal spat once and for all. Make good on all your threats and promises, you brute!

I drew my arm back, my anger swelling at the side of Shizuo's lips quirking up. I charged, a growl of fury I didn't know existed in me escaping. "I'm coming for you, Shizu-chan!" I cackled darkly, leaping forward and lashing out as he tried to back away. "It's time to end this, you damned human!"

My knife connected with his chest, dragging down diagonally across his chest and leaving a nicely sized gash. Just like the good ole' days... "Fight, you bastard!" Shizuo stumbled back as I maneuvered to slash once more, throwing his forearms in front of him in an attempt to defend himself. Pitiful. "C'mon, Shizu-chan! Don't quit! Be that annoyingly determined human I know you to be and fight back!" I connected another slash with his right forearm, ripping it open to expose what lay beneath. The howl of pain stirred something in me, and I almost wanted to stop for a moment.

Why isn't he fighting me? I thought, running behind him before he could realize it to stab into his back, though not deep enough or near a fatal location. Can't kill my play thing off, now can I? Fight, you aggravating human! Fight!

"WHY WON'T YOU FIGHT ME, SHIZU-CHAN? ISN'T THIS WHAT YOU WANTED? A CHANCE TO ACTUALLY KILL ME?" I jerked my knife out, reveling in the scream I got this time. "Is this too much for you, Shizu-chan? Are you really just another pitiful human I am forced to hate? Or are you as different as you seem?"

He finally swung one of his arms back, knocking me away. Finally! A smirk spread across my face as I prepared for the attack. The ex-bartender slowly turned around to face me, his eyes alight with anger...

And hurt? Hmm, it seemed that Shizu-chan took some of my insults to heart. Good, now let's see what he'll do in response.

"Izaya," His voice was low, not building up to the usual cry of rage that it did. "I-"

"Enough talking!" I shouted, pointing my knife at him.

"Don't interrupt me, you louse!" He growled, gripping his side after as he winced. "I was trying to a-"

"I said enough talking, human!" I yelled, lunging forward. The blond dodged, latching onto the side of a building. He howled, drawing back his fist as he charged at me. This is more like it! I thought gleefully, dodging while reaching out to slash at the other man's side.

That's more like it, I thought as I began to speed skip away, laughing crazily as Shizuo began to make chase. React exactly like you're supposed to, Shizu-chan! Do what I have always expected of y-!

The thud of the machine against my back was what alerted me to something going terribly wrong with my plan. When my face hit the pavement, I actually began to feel panicked; definitely something unusual for me typically. When my favorite weapon flew from my grip to slide across the pavement, I started to struggle with keeping myself breathing. The next thing I knew, I was screaming as I felt all of my bones crunch under the weight of the vending machine.

He is actually winning! It couldn't be! After all that time, Shizu-chan was finally winning. Unless, of course, Shinra was able to hurry his ass up and get there.

I didn't have my coffee, okay? And, on top of it all, my shoes were untied. That's the only reason he caught me! I would have said, all while Shinra worked his underground doctor magic.

But, he would have seen right through it. Shinra truly was my only friend, the only person whom I would rank with me above the humans. He knew me so well.

Your shoes don't have laces, Izaya, He would have pointed out, trying to hide a smile as he worked.

It felt like forever before the weight was lifted from me; I had already thought up a list of all the different excuses I could use to explain Shizu-chan's successful- and painful- attack. I tried to pull in a deep breath, whimpering as I felt a sharp pain in my chest. Damn you, Shizu-chan! I thought angrily while trying my best not to move.

"Izaya!"

The cry of shock was not what I expected. Especially because it came from Shizuo Heiwajima, my sworn enemy. I foolishly attempted to roll over at this, yelling uncharacteristically as pain racked through my body. Damn it! Why did I have to slip up now, when I would have to experience a long and excruciating pain?

"Bastard. You stabbed me in the back," He griped. "And then I had to get violent; look where it got you. I hate violence." He grumbled kneeling beside me. I tensed as I felt a hand enter my jacket pocket, squirming away slightly. "I'm grabbing your phone to call Shinra, mine was dropped back there somewhere."

"W-why-"

"I hate you, Izaya. But not enough to actually wish death upon you, no matter how much of a pain in the ass flea you are." Shizu-chan whispered, his voice firm. "Pick up, Shinra!" He yelled at the phone I assumed he was holding, as my breathing began to slow. "Shinra? It's Shizuo... Izaya's here!... Shinra... Shinra-... Okay, well, I am kinda bleeding to death, and Izaya was nearly crushed to death by a vending machine... Hur-" He was cut off by his own spluttering, painful coughs. I zoned out then, not bothering to listen to the rest of his conversation with Shinra. Not much point. I know Shinra will be here really soon to take care of me... And Shizu-chan.

I felt my pain begin to ebb away a little, and I sighed. Maybe, Shinra had showed up immediately after the call and given me some pain killers. Yeah, that was it. Shinra never had failed me before.

I better be all fixed up when I wake up... I thought sleepily, my eyes fighting to stay open. I have a certain blond whose life I have to end... I shut me eyes then, ignoring it as Shizuo began to try to keep me awake.

Ha, Shizu-chan actually seems worried... Stupid monster.

As my mind began to waver, I heard a sound in the distance. It sounded like...

Clapping?