Author's note: Hola, my lovely readers. So here I am again, with story that will make you laugh and cry for sure *winks* I hope you'll enjoy it till its end, which will be probably around chapter 15, or so~
Title: You drive me crazy
Rating: M (because of future chapters)
Pair: Shizuo x Izaya - Shizaya/Izuo (this story contains male x male relationship)
Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara or any of the characters. Though I own ILPSI~ Hypothetically.
Everything began with the letter...
Shizuo was just looking into fridge and thinking what he will eat for breakfast, when someone rang. He threw a glare to frontdoor and muttered: "Who the hell is annoying so early in the morning?"
He closed the fridge with a little too much of strength, so it shuddered and he went to open while groaning some curses under his nose.
In front of the door stood some little guy in suit and drops of sweat were glistening on his forehead. When he saw Shizuo, his eyes widened from fear and he gulped nervously.
"Mister Heiwajima?" He stuttered out in high-pitched voice.
"Yes?" Shizuo glared at him annoyed as he leaned against the doorframe. This morning he was in terrible mood indeed. After yesterday's fight with Izaya he felt as the car hit him. 'One hit me actually...' He remembered and growled.
Man standing in front of him made a step back, terrified. With trembling hand he pulled out an envelope from bag that was hanged over his shoulder. He stretched his arm, offering the envelope to Shizuo, slowly and carefully as if he was scared that tall blonde will grab him and rip off his poor limb. His eyes were glancing between frowned Shizuo's face and the corridor leading to staircase.
As soon as Shizuo's fingers touched the offered letter, the guy let it go, turned around and ran away.
Blonde just stared agape into now empty corridor. "The fuck it was supposed to mean?" He shook his head and walked back into his apartment.
When he closed the door before himself, his eyes turned to envelope in his hand. According to address it came from mayor's office. Shizuo rather curiously opened the envelope and pulled out a letter.
Dear Mr. Heiwajima,
up to this point we patiently tolerated your behavior, which leaded to a lot of damage in our city, because there either didn't exist any undoubted evidence that cause of disservice of all those building, cars, vending machines, street signs, etc. was you, or at the moment, when there occurred to be witnesses or other incriminate facts, the damage was reimbursed by your employer.
But yesterday's incident, which was aired by local TV, is clear proof of the reality, that it was you, who caused the city damage in sum of dozens of millions yens. Not to mention that at risk were as well lives of your fellow-citizens. We demand so you would take responsibility for your actions.
Because you are one of valued citizens of our city, we decided to be lenient to you yet for this last time. We offer you following solution: you will take part in one month long treatment in Institute to lighten psychological syndromes and indispositions (ILPSI)* , what is one of the best private psychiatry clinics in Tokyo. You will undergo therapy focused on coping with anger and aggression and total improvement of internal balance. For this, the whole debt which you in present owe to the city, will be forgiven.
In the case you decide to refuse to follow this offer, we are compelled to ask you to pay the whole sum of money, which is exactly 82 630 000 yens**, at the latest last day of next month to bank account of the city-hall. Information for bank transfer are enclosed.
If you don't undergo therapy nor repay the debt, we will be strained to prosecute you for vast damage of public property and menace of life and health of the citizens, for which it would impend you 8 years in prison. But we are sure, that we won't have to accede to such a drastic solution. We believe that you will accept our generous proposal and you will show up tomorrow at 1:00 P.M. in ILPSI, where they will already await you. The whole stay there is settled from Crisis fund of the city, so you don't have to worry about financial alignment. In enclosure you will find a list of the things, which you should take with you.
We wish you pleasant stay.
Yours sincerely
Takano Yukio***, mayor of Toshima City, and members of city-council
Shizuo disbelievingly stared at the letter. One more time he scanned it so he could reassure himself that his eyes really didn't make fun of him. Everything what he just learned, stayed there black on white.
"They're kidding me, right?" He gasped. "80 millions? So much money at once I've never seen in my life, nor I will, how the hell could I repay it! Shit!"
He hit the wall angrily, with so much strength that he made a hole into it.
"Perfect, just perfect!" He groaned, angry at himself, when he looked trough a wall into his bathroom. "Really nice..."
He went to living-room and plopped himself on couch, which squeaked at sudden force. Shizuo closed his eyes and breathed deeply as he tried to calm himself.
If just the yesterday never happened, everything would be fine. In his mind, memories of that day replayed.
"And who is responsible for this? Who else as the fucking flea!" He cursed, when his mind filled image of Izaya's smirking face. The vein on his forehead started to pulse dangerously. "That shitty bastard, everything is just his fault, damn!" He hit the table in front of him with his clenched fist. The poor piece of furniture broke immediately and splits flew into all directions. Shizuo was so pissed off that he shook.
"I swear...I swear that when he crossed my way next time, I'll kill him. I'll tear him to half with my own hands!"
With his right hand he squeezed the armrest of the couch as if it was neck of one certain black-haired information broker. When the sofa started to crack dangerously, Shizuo took a deep inhale.
"Peace, peace..." He muttered under his nose. If he didn't calm himself, he would probably destroy everything in his apartment. Not very smart idea.
"It won't change anything, when you'll break your own things." He assured himself and felt like the tension was fading slowly. When he calmed to the point that his hands weren't shaking anymore, he pulled out cigarettes out of his pocket and lit one. He immediately felt the relief, when intoxicating wave of nicotine flooded his body.
As he held the cigarette in right hand, he reached for the letter lying on the floor with his left. Before he looked at it again, he put the cigarette into his mouth few times and just when he felt completely leisure, his eyes bored into words on the pare once again.
"It's clear that I have no chance to repay that debt. And go to prison?" He pondered over it for a moment. It even occurred to him that maybe it wouldn't be so bad idea. "Eight years I wouldn't see that arrogant bloodsucker, who destroys my life with sick joy...But no, no. I can't do it to Kasuka."
As the idea of his brother popped out in his mind, he immediately repulsed stay in the prison. He knew that Kasuka would be disappointed by it and he never again wanted to let that happen again. It was enough that he let himself being kicked out of the bar that time.
"So, madhouse, hm?" He took a breath from cigarette and breathed out. "I don't think I'm mental." He thought for a moment. "Or maybe all those years, when the flea was pissing me off to insanity, made a madman from me? Maybe I don't even realize it...Ugh, no." He waved his hand. "I'm sure I'm totally fine when it comes to mental health. Well, it is truth, that I have a little problem to keep myself under control, when there's certain someone around..." Deep inhale from cigarette, breath out. "God, just thinking about him makes me wanna throw something out of the window."
His eyes shifted to TV, which was innocently sitting on the cupboard next to wall in front of the couch. Shizuo shook his head to forget about the idea and he looked at the letter again.
"Therapy for coping with anger and aggression...Aggression? But I'm not aggressive at all," blonde blurted, offended by such accusation. "I hate violence." He declared with slight pout and looked around the room as if there was someone who's he trying to convince about his innocence. Of course there wasn't anybody.
"I'm speaking to myself, great." Shizuo rolled his eyes. "I'm normal, completely normal..." He returned to the letter. "Tch, this psychological gibberish..." He raised a brow skeptically. "I don't believe in anything like that. But if that really helped me to keep my cool, when Izaya will try to provoke me again..." He tried to imagine the situation, as he will calmly ignore his archenemy, but just thinking about Izaya made blood boil in his veins.
"Heh, I wouldn't complain." He put the cigarette between his lips last time and then he extinguished it in ashtray.
"All in all, it's better than go to prison or rob the bank and then go into prison." Shizuo smirked. "So tomorrow they will await me." He checked the letter last time. "Fine."
He tossed it on pile of splits, which used to be his table and went to kitchen to finally eat some breakfast.
Funny facts:
* - Of course no institution of that name exists for real. ILPSI is in fact acronym for 'I Love Pairing Shizuo x Izaya'~
** - 82 630 000 ¥ = around 600 000€ = around 800 000$
*** - Mr. Takano is actually mayor of Toshima City for real~
Izaya: Eh~? How come I didn't make appearance at all?
Shizuo: Ha! Go and die. Who needs you for the story?
Izaya: Ara, ara~ That was rude, Shizu-chan. I was just politely asking, ne~?
Shizuo: *growls*
Author: C'mon, guys~ Don't kill each other before the fun actually started.
Izaya: I will be pissed off, if I won't appear in the next chapter either. And you don't want to see me angry~
Shizuo: I will be pissed off, if flea appears in the next chapter. You don't want to see me angry either.
Author: *sweatdrop* Heh, heh...Am I going to die soon?
Okay, let's see how the situation will progress in the next chapter. If you're looking forward it, leave me review. You can try to guess what will happen next, but I'm looking forward pretty much anything what you have to say. Stay tuned~