Notes: There are stories in which Shizuo is a cat, Izaya is a cat; in which Shizuo is a dog; and there are even some in which they are both animals. Nevertheless, I have failed to find a single one in which Izaya turns into a dog. Considering the fact that he hates dogs, I think that the story on this subject can be interesting. I hope that you enjoy and find my scrambled writings to your liking. Feel free to comment, leave an opinion; or a critique. It means a lot to have some feedback, positive or negative; it doesn't matter, as long as it is an honest one.
Full Summary: When Izaya wakes up, he feels that something is not right. Everything smells stronger. He wiggles up in his bed; tries to get up, but falls down, only to look at what is supposed to be his legs and to almost scream. The only thing that leaves his mouth is the barking sound. All he sees is painted in black and white with a little bit of blue and cream. The world has become dull and dim. He moves to the mirror, and the thing that is looking back at him is a large dog with black fur, pointy ears and no tail. He swallows hard. He is a fucking Doberman, the type of dog that he almost hates the most; you know - the type that chases after him for the longest amounts of time when he is spying a particularly paranoid human; the guard dogs, the dogs from Hell. He is only glad that he hasn't turned out to be a Poodle, or a Chihuahua. That could be worse. At least he is a scary kind of dog, the one that is bad to the bone.
Bad to the Bone
Chapter 1
Izaya Orihara has always hated dogs. They bark, they drool, and they unnecessary chase after him. If he had known that his latest client owns a dozen of them, entire pack really, the person in front of him would not be his client, not at all. Nevertheless, he didn't know; thus, he was now in this uncomfortable situation. The dogs were sitting on the floor of his office, on his couch, near his table, next to the windows; they were everywhere. His latest client could smell the fear on Izaya, and it made him even more uncomfortable.
"Have you ever owned a dog, Orihara-san?" – The client asks with a crooked smile on his face. Izaya couldn't help but notice that his teeth looked particularly sharp; like a dog's really. It wasn't pretty and it gave the man in front of him a dangerous vibe.
"No, I can't say I have. However, there is this beast in Ikebukuro; sometimes, I let it chase after me." - And, Izaya thinks - Yes, he really is a beast. With his heightened smell, and that instinct of his, he could almost pass as a dog. After all, Izaya knows that Shizuo isn't human. He could as well be a dog. The smile was painted on Izaya's face. He was almost grinning, in spite of the uncomfortable situation he has found himself into. Just thinking about Shizu-chan being a dog brings up his mood.
He bets the other would be a golden retriever. Shizuo sure looks like one with his bleached hair and that pretty smile that Shizo sometimes has; not for Izaya, of course, that would be odd; but, sometimes, when the monster thinks that no one is looking, or when he is pretending to be human, when he is with his brother, or his friends; he would from time to time smile; and, the canine similarity was more than a little obvious.
Izaya looks at his client again, and even if he is still uncomfortable, Izaya doesn't back down.
"The dogs are really only dirty animals. They could never be smart, as cats can be, for example. And they are unhygienic. They stink, and they drool. They are beasts. And, obviously, I only love humans; and cats, really. No, I don't like dogs, not at all; to answer your next question. Can we now go back to the case?" - He asks, but the man is standing up, his pack of dogs standing up with him. The only thing the man says are the ominous words that bring a shivering feeling up to Izaya's spine.
"Oh, you will learn to love dogs, Orihara-san." After that the men goes through the door, leaving Izaya to open all the windows in his apartment. The only thing smelling worse than dogs is the smell of Shizu-chan cigarettes.
Tomorrow morning, when Izaya wakes up, he feels that something is not right. Everything smells stronger. He wiggles up in his bed; tries to get up, but falls down, only to look at what is supposed to be his legs and to almost scream. The only thing that leaves his mouth is the barking sound. All he sees is painted in black and white with a little bit of blue and cream. The world became dull and dim. As he moves to the mirror he knows that all of his fears have come true.
The thing that is looking back at him is a large dog with black fur, pointy ears and no tail. He swallows hard. He is a fucking Doberman, the type of dog that he almost hates the most; you know - the type that chases after him for the longest amounts of time when he is spying a particularly paranoid human; the guard dogs, the dogs from Hell. He is only glad that he hasn't turned out to be a Poodle, or a Chihuahua. That could be worse. At least he is a scary kind of dog.
He smiles at the thought of that. His reflection shows the big, pointy teeth instead of the usual grin. Then, he looks at his reflection harder and he sees that the dog is almost grinning maniacally; somebody would say that it looks like his usual smile; not him, of course; he knows that his grin is just the prettiest thing to be looked at. The dog's isn't. Nevertheless, even if he hates to admit it, there are some similarities between them.
Izaya takes a breath and he thinks hard. The only person who could do this to him is his client from the night before. He needs to find him. That is the only thing he can think of as he runs downstairs. He passes Namie's confused look as she stares at him while he runs through the opened door of his apartment. He doesn't think how he will get back in if his client refuses to make him back to how he was. He just runs until he is out on the street. Must be the dog's instinct – he thinks, as if he had never before in his life run without any believable cause.
Everything smells so strongly, and Izaya feels confused. His mind is working overtime thinking how to find the person reasonable for this. Absurdly, as it is, he almost forgets that he now has four legs. As he runs the only thing he feels is the chill of a wind on his skin. He hears its song in his ears and he almost feels free.
Sooner that he had thought possible, Izaya is in Ikebukuro. There is not any trace of his client near the hotel the other should be staying at. So, Izaya waits cursing his new hands and its inability to scroll online, to see into the chat rooms, to look beyond the forums, to ask the wrong questions and to find the right answers. The day passes before he knows it; and, he is hungry and alone; but, in spite of everything he refuses to eat from trash cans or to sleep on the street. It would be a new low even for him, and Izaya refuses to cross that line.
At around the midnight, the city starts to get quieter and before Izaya realizes there aren't many humans around him. He still sits in the same place when a group of thugs come near him. He opens his mouth, ready to speak when he realizes that the words won't come out. He moves around searching for his knife only to grasp the concept that he now has paws instead of hands and even if he would have his knives on him, he wouldn't be able to use them. He is not opposed to biting; but, after a simple look at those around him, he really doesn't want to do that. He would maybe bite one of them, two tops until he was hit with the metal bat by one of the gang members.
His instincts works overtime and he decides to run. But, on four legs, he cannot jump the way he was used to. Everything feels odd, different; and, he can't control this body like he can control his normal one. So he falls hard, with the laud bumping sound when he hits the concrete. He tries to get up, but the metal bar is already hitting his side. He tries not to scream, and only a pained whimper leaves his mouth. The people around him call him a mutt, and all the others dog abusive names they could think of.
Izaya tries to get up only to be met with a dirty boot and a kick from one of them. His eyes are already closing and everything hurts. Then, he hears the steps behind him and that, oh so familiar voice that is cutting through the air leaving him more breathless than he already is.