A.N.: I do not own Drrr! (unfortunately *sigh*) and neither do I own the characters. This is a yaoi mpreg fanfic, don't like, don't read! :D

Plus this is an updated chapter, do not worry, we didn't change the contents with my beta, Dooliganog, but we only changed a few wordings and grammar mistakes.

Chapter 1

Orihara Izaya stood up from his favourite swivel chair, patting his stomach. 'Oh great' He thought, sighing as he closed his laptop and headed towards the bathroom.

Namie glanced up while quirking an eyebrow, though not asking questions. She resumed working through the papers she had strewn across her desk. As Izaya came back, he went into the kitchen and took a bar of chocolate, slowly unwrapping it and taking small bites.
Namie raised an eyebrow as she watched the man's antics. "I thought you hated sweet things?" She asked, surprised.
"I do, though it's none of your business why I'm eating chocolate right now." He said, smirking at the flabbergasted face he got in reply. "I have to go out to get some information, so be a good girl." He said, grinning mischievously. "And make me some dinner, ne~?" Izaya laughed and left the room, a skip to his step.
The agitated woman completely ignored her boss, until he came back dressed in full drag.

Namie's mouth practically fell open. He was wearing incredibly short black shorts, with a read v-neck t-shirt. A black coat with red fur trim, instead of his usual brown fur trimmed jacket, hung loosely on his slim frame. His long black socks reached his knees and were paired with a pair of boots with a slight heel. The fake glossy black hair he had attached reached the middle of his back. He even wore a bra and his 'breasts', which must have been stuffed with something, looked astonishingly real.
"What the hell?" She asked, pulling out her phone quick and snapping a few pictures, all the while grinning madly. "Orihara Izaya dressed as a woman?"
"Shut up Namie, I'm Kanra-chan~" The informant said in a high feminine voice, smiling creepily at her. "Oh, and watch it with that phone, or Izaya-san might deduct your payment if you don't delete those pictures, ne~?" He said dangerously.

Namie begrudgingly deleted the pictures while gritting her teeth, and Izaya left satisfied, grinning to himself.
Izaya arrived in Shinjuku and spent his time strolling around the bustling city, getting his information from a client, and then left for Ikebukuro. He wanted to take advantage of being dressed as a girl, and see how his hated one and only Shizu-chan would react.

It wasn't hard to find the blonde mop of unruly hair, standing out brightly in the throng. Izaya was about to go and pester the blonde monster, but a man grabbed him from behind, turning him around.
"Hey~ Kanra-chan~" The grossly fat man said, grinning. His breath reeked of alcohol, and his movements were sluggish. Izaya sighed recognising the man as one of his clients, and rolled his eyes.

"Y'know~ I really missed you~" He sniggered drunkenly, and before Izaya could react, the man feverishly attacked his lips. A muffled shout was heard from Izaya, as he desperately searched for his pocket knife in his jacket.
Meanwhile, Shizuo stood at a bar, smoking his cigarette and talking with his boss, when he felt the Flea's scent. He looked around suspiciously, when he noticed a Flea-looking-girl getting kissed by and ugly fat man.

As his jaw dropped, and he looked closer, he noticed that the girl was indeed the Flea. Shizuo's lips stretched wide in a shit eating grin, and a laugh rumbled deep in his chest.
"Um, Shizuo?" Asked his boss Tom, snapping his fingers in front of the bleached blond's face.
"Ah, yeah, sorry Tom-san" The blonde replied sheepishly, still grinning. He pointed to the odd couple. "See that girl who's squirming in that fatty's grip?" When Tom nodded, Shizuo continued, sniggering a bit. "Well, I'm going to pay that girl a visit, since we know each other so well." Just as he said, he stood and stalked towards the couple, leaving a confused Tom by the bar.

Only Shizuo, Shinra, Celty and Namie knew that Izaya was also Kanra on the internet, and Shizuo assumed that Izaya had dressed like her in order to get information. A plan slowly formed in his head as he reached the couple. Still grinning, Shizuo separated the fat man from Izaya.
"Well, who do we have here~?" Shizuo sang, as the man cried out in terror as Shizuo dangled him high in the air as if he was just a rag doll. Izaya gulped, taking in a huge amount of air in his burning lungs.
"Ah, Shizu-chan!" Izaya said smirking, his plan kicking in. People around them were starting to stare, whispering to each other and snapping pictures of the fortissimo of Ikebukuro.
"Mm, Kanra-chan, why are you cheating on me? Especially with a fat man like this!" Said the blonde, feigning to be hurt.

Izaya spluttered in response, taking a mental note that Shizu-chan's unpredictability destroys everything, so never plan something if Shizu-chan's around. Quickly composing himself, he took up the act as a hurt girlfriend.
"Hah? This guy molested me and you think I cheated on you?" Izaya asked bewildered, in a high pitched girl voice.
"K-Kanra!" The fattie said, paling as Shizuo's grip tightened. His eyes screamed betrayal, as he thought Kanra was his.
"Is that so?" Shizuo asked, smirking. "Alrighty then, I guess I can throw him through the city then?"
"Please do so." Said Izaya flatly, and Shizuo shrugged and did just that. The fattie flew over the city, landing in a dumpster long forgotten. What the informant didn't expect, was that Shizuo draped one of his long heavy arms around his shoulder and pulled him towards the bar, where Tom sat still confused.
"Sorry Tom-san, I had to save my girlfriend." Smiled Shizuo cheekily, and Tom choked on his drink while Izaya became still as a statue due to shock.
"You never told you had a girlfriend!" Noted Tom, coughing, and Izaya quickly replied before Shizuo could open his mouth.
"You see, my darling is shy, so he didn't really want to spread it." He said in a sweet voice, digging his deliberately manicured, longer nails into Shizuo's back, drawing blood. Shizuo just chuckled at Izaya's feeble attempt to hurt him.
"Ah, I see... If you want, I can give you the day off, Shizuo?" Tom asked with raised brows, slightly confused.
"Ah, no need to, we have three more clients right? 'Tis not that long" Shrugged the blond, dropping his hands to Izaya's small of his back, making the informant shriek quietly.

Tom nodded and they headed towards one of the client's house, while Shizuo enjoyed trolling Izaya, as his hands brushed the other's thighs at the hem of the shorts, or as he 'accidentally' tickled the male under his shirt, making the informant blush while gasping slightly at each touch and sending promising death glares to him.
'Goddamnit Shizu-chan won't stop touching me, and I'm really sensitive, especially now!' The poor informant thought. 'Plus I left my knife in the other jacket!'

Tom tried to ignore Shizuo's new trolling side, and proceeded to ask the money from the first of the clients of the last three debitors they would visit that day. Soon, Shizuo had beaten the crap out of all three clients, and had their debts payed.

As Shizuo's work finished, Izaya wanted to shimmie home, (hopefully) without Shizuo noticing him, though no such luck, obviously. Said blond debt collector, grabbed the informant by the arm and slung him on his shoulder.
"We need to talk, Kanra, dear~" Shizuo said, smirking and heading towards his apartment, waving to a bewildered Tom. A few passerbies had their eyes big as saucers as they watched shocked, that Heiwajima Shizuo had a woman on his shoulder
"Put me down you damn protozoa!" Shrieked Izaya banging Shizuo's back to no avail. "Can you even hear me Shizu-chan?!" He reached up yanking hard on the debt collector's bleach blonde hair, but even that was ignored. "I said put me DOWN!" A frustrated sigh and a growl escaped Izaya's lips at Shizuo's infuriating smirk.
"And since when did I ever listen to you, Kanra, dear?" Shizuo asked, mischief glinting in his golden eyes.
"Never, since not even I listen to you." Sighed the informant in defeat. He guessed, he'd have to see the end of this without any backup escape plans. "Could you at least put me down, so I can walk beside you?" he pleaded.
The blonde considered his request and decided to comply, albeit hugging Izaya with an arm so he couldn't escape. 'Well, let's what will happen!' sighed Izaya mentally, preparing himself for his possible death.