Title: Losing is Never Easy

Summary: It started off as a playful joke for Izaya to have some dirt on his high school nemesis, but things never turn out quite the way the informant planned on it happening. Perhaps it was because he allowed himself to think the monster was going to go his way. A few months later and Izaya is experiencing weird symptoms that all link to...pregnancy? How will the devious duo handle trying to raise a kid...if all seems to go well with Izaya's painful pregnancy that is.

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Chapter 1: High on the roof, Our informant stood

'It's his entire fault.'

Looking over the edge of the building, a man looked down at the twinkling lights of his beloved city, filled with his beloved humans. He loved how they scurried around trying to get from place to place, or how they got together as a gathering to meet up some place; possibly to get some food or for the teens the local arcade. His lovely humans were going on with their daily lives, unbeknownst to the figure who thought himself as a god because he watched over them all. Because he treasured them all.

Izaya Orihara wasn't known as Tokyo's greatest informant for nothing. He was very much informed on the happenings of Shinjuku, Ikebukuro, and other local areas. As an info broker for the underground, he dealt in the business of selling his information, he diligently collected (along with spreading a few rumors here and there to stir up trouble), and giving it to the Awakusu, along with personally dealing with other gangs who may reign on this boss' turf. all this for the fun of manipulating everyone, under the guise he loved more than anything to be used as Izaya Orihara, the informant with a god like complex who loved all humans.

All except one. And when this thought crossed his mind, a grimace crossed his face, and his fingers dug against his blade handle. Because that one person was the cause of all his damn problems, and everything he had handled up until this point. Really, the freaking person couldn't be just as mindless as a baboon… Actually, to insult baboons like that was a crime. The person he was thinking of was way more mindless than a monkey.

Feeling a slight chill the man pressed his jacket closer to his frame. Right now that man was indirectly messing in his life and even though his friend has wisely warned the other that even if things looked shitty now, eventually his 'news' was going to reach the other sooner or later. Hah! Not if he could help it. And the best thing he could do know was avoid one and keep the other from rambling his mouth off.

A slight buzz startled the other out of his inner ramblings, and out came his phone. Swiping the screen to the side he chuckled into the phone, regaining his usual composure.

"Ah how nice of you to call Shinra. I was thinking you had had enough of of my voice for the day."

When he didn't get a response in return, but only heavy breathing, Izaya had wondered if Shinra was playing some kind of weird joke. The caller Id was correct, so why wasn't his friend rambling his mouth off like usual? It couldn't be his dullahan girlfriend breathing in the phone, because she had no working organs. So who was this?

"Izaya."

The informant heard his name through the receiver and frowned. Soon after, distant yelling could be heard, and the ravenette placed the receiver to his ear.

"…don't yell at him! Calm down! Please don't brea- AAH!"

"YOU DAMN FLEA! WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU RIGHT NOW?!"

Ahh, speak of the devil. The informant gave a low humph into the receiver and smirked. "Aww, Shizu-chan, that's no way to greet me. I'm well surprised you were smart enough to contact me through Shinra's phone."

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION YOU COCKROACH!"

Really, the yelling was beginning to give him a bad migraine. He didn't feel up to talking to the blond brute. "Somewhere even your bloodhound nose will never find me."

He could hear something being smashed and a low growl come from the other side. "Bring your scrawny ass to Shinra's, now."

"Whoa, who are you to be directing orders? I'm not your little brother, or son, Shizuo. You can't order me, of all people, to do anything."

"I'll do whatever I damn please as long as you're carrying my fucking child."

Izaya went quiet. Dammit. He found out. That damn Shinra probably told him, despite his wishes. He felt sick now. Not the sick he had been experiencing for 3 months now, when his tired aching body got enough energy to launch him to the bathroom to empty stomach acids. This compared to the sick feeling he felt when he found out he was 3 months pregnant with a thing inside his body. And even worse because it was the monster's thing, and he wanted it out. It was his entire damned fault for 3 agonizing months of wondering what was going on with his body, and mysteriously gaining weight. It was his fucking fault for that one fucking night. That night that started it all.

"Bring your ass to Shinra's or else I'll hunt you down and bring you back myself." Shizuo ordered into the phone, bringing Izaya out of his thoughts.

Izaya had to think of something snide. "Well you certainly weren't thinking about hunting me down after you left my apartment 3 months ago, Shizuo. Was I that bad of a fuck you had to keep away from me?"

He heard Shinra pleading Shizuo not to break his phone and more growling. "Shut up! You were the one avoiding Ikebukuro, you shitty louse!"

"Aww Shizu-chan, you thought of me while you were avoiding me?" Izaya cooed. "Would you have liked me to come back after that night? Sorry, but you left me so sore after that day, that it took 3 months to recover. But I wouldn't go for a round 2 with a rough animal like you."

"Shut the hell up! This isn't about that night! You aren't getting a fucking abortion!"

Shit. This meant Shinra told him everything he had wanted to do involving the parasite inside him, and that Shizuo could stop him from doing whatever he wanted…as long as the protozoan could keep him under watch. And Izaya did not plan on being around that man, and he did not want to have this thing in him for 6 more months.

"I'll do whatever I want with my body. And I'm getting rid of it. I don't need anymore monsters running among my humans. Having you here is one monster too many." Izaya chuckled. "And besides, you can't take care of a child with your poor payments Shizuo. So even if you could have your wish granted, you would probably have the baby taken from you."

"I don't give a damn. You aren't taking away a harmless baby's life because of your selfishness!"

"I hardly call keeping two monsters out of Ikebukuro selfish." Izaya shot back.

"It's a baby, not a monster."

"It's a parasite, and it needs to die." the informant hissed angrily.

Hearing a horse whinny, Izaya turned around and met a dark scythe. He closed his eyes, and dropped his phone, then collapsed onto a dark cloud of smoke that kept him from injuring himself. The clacking of boots walked passed him to pick up the device and texted the number to the number he'd called.

[I found him. Bringing him back now]

Before his vision went dark, Izaya let out a low chuckle. He was outsmarted by an unpredictable duo yet again. Damn that Shizuo.

Xibiya: Hai hai~ Well, things are pretty intense now huh? Hopefully I'll keep with this story, because I really wanted to do some kind of angst. This will be my first, and I wish to accomplish what I can. Expect a lot of drama, and things going on, along with feels and other things. Wahh! I won't want to let you down ;u;