~Author's Note~
This story is kind of random, just something I wanted try out. I might not continue the story if it doesn't turn out well. Yes, this is a Shizaya story, which means boyxboy, so if you don't like it, leave please! Anyway you probably all know this but I own Durarara! and all of their characters...in my dreams. Don't forget to REVIEW! PLEASE I AM BEGGING YOU ON MY KNEES! CAN YOU SEE ME THROUGH THE SCREEN? I AM BEGGING ON MY KNEES!
~Towairaitookami
"Shizuo," Tom called after his bodyguard, knowing that it was useless but doing so anyways. "Don't destroy the whole block, okay?"
The blond man charged into the building, adrenaline blocking any sense that comes close to his head.
"YOU BASTARD," Shizuo grabbed the nearest thing his hands could reach, which happens to be a couch, and swung it in a full circle, clearing the living room. "TOM-SAN WAS JUST TALKING TO YOU! DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE RUN AWAY!"
"Ah, I am so sorry," the client cowered in a corner. "I was just, uh, getting the money! Yeah, that's what I was doing. The money is in my room, you see, I had to keep it sa-"
"SHUT UP!" Shizuo growled and threw the couch at the opposite wall, making the poor man flinch in fear.
"Please spare me," the man whimpered. "I am really, really, really sorry."
"I. TOLD. YOU. TO. SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!" Hooking an arm around his waist, the blonde chucked the man out the window, shattering the glass.
"Man goes whee!" A small voice came from the fire place.
Waddling out was a small toddler, with long curly brown hair that was sticking out in all directions, like Medusa's. Her smile lit up her face, but it did nothing to hide her sunken cheeks and chapped lips; the pieces of cloth slung over her shoulders exposed her skinny frame.
"Bye-bye!" She walked unsteadily to the window, giggling and waving.
Shizuo dropped his newly lit cigarette. What toddler gets excited when a man is thrown out of a building?! He wasn't in a place to talk, seeing as he is the "Monster of Ikebukuro", but he was almost certain he was a normal baby. Wait, was there that one time when split his crib in half because he didn't want to stay in? No, of course not. He was a normal child until...he wasn't normal anymore.
"Hey little girl," Shizuo said after recovering, older brother instincts taking over. "What's your name?"
"Rika!" She clapped her hands. "Me am Rika!"
"Hi Rika," Shizuo smiled one of his rare smiles. "Where are your parents?"
"Par-wents?" Her eyes narrowed with concentration at the pronounciation.
"Yeah, you know like Daddy and Mommy?"
"Papa," Her face cleared.
"Yeah, Papa," He nodded. "Where's your papa?"
"Papa!" She rushed forward, clinging onto his leg.
"EH!" Shizuo frantically tried to detach the little girl from his foot with no success. "I am not your papa!'
"Papa," she repeated and tightened her grip.
Sighing and admitting defeat, (Nope, it wasn't because he was feeling just a tad bit of protectiveness over the girl. Nope, what are you talking about? The girl was just scarily strong. Yup, a two year old is stronger than the famous Heiwajima Shizuo.) he scooped her up in his arms and head out.
"Whee!" She giggled and clung to his neck. "Papa make Rika go whee!"
"I am not your papa," he said half-heartedly.
She just laughed and laid her head against his broad shoulder, fascinated with the blond hair.
"Shizuo," Tom hesitated. "Don't tell me you collected the girl as payment."
"WHAT?!" Shizuo almost dropped Rika, but caught her at the last minute. "I would never do that!"
"Whee!" She giggled again.
"Then why is she here?" Tom raised an eyebrow.
The other man scratched his head with one hand, "She seems to think that I am her dad."
"Papa put Rika down," the toddler started wiggling.
"I told you, I am not your papa," he said as he gently set her on the ground. "Careful!"
"Come!" She pulled on his finger, making him hunch over to match her height.
With a small hand, the girl pulled the strongest man in Ikebukuro down the street, staggering behind her.
"Wait!" Tom yelled at the duo. "What are you going to do with her?"
"Hell if I know!' Shizuo answered before disappearing in the crowd.