THIS IS AN RP FANFIC! That means I wrote this with ANOTHER PERSON! All due credit to RandomLlama for putting up with my insanity, I love you~! RandomLlama wrote Shizuo and I wrote Izaya. We sort of split all the other characters and it varied who typed them depending on the post. I hope you all enjoy it though!

Warnings: Yaoi, Shizaya, rape, fluster Izaya, the SLASHER~! OOC, Izaya being a troll, and slightly AU post the yellow scarves incident. Namely, Kida didn't leave. Kiado thrown in too...lemons

Disclaimer: I think we can all be sure that neither I nor RandomLlama own Durarara! except on DVD in Llama's case.

That fateful day in Junior High School sealed his fate. Shizuo Heiwajima, a non-violent person, met the cause of all his life's problems, the biggest being that he actually loved that black-haired flea. Said flea of course grew up feeling nothing more than hate, though he did enjoy playing with Shizuo as though he were a toy. He went through school knowing nothing of Shizuo's real feelings though and as an adult, things were no different.

Today he was trolling his favorite city too, the very city the blonde called homed. Shizuo walked with his boss, Tom Tanaka, though they were good enough friends it didn't feel like a job. He wore his apparently signature outfit, given to him by his little brother Kasuka. Shizuo lit up a smoke as he listened to the latest person make excuses for why they can't pay this month. Izaya nearly skipped right passed them too. He ducked into an alleyway though, grateful he had come from behind the fortissimo of Ikebukuro. He smirked though, debating on whether or not he should play with his favorite toy or go along his merry way. Decisions, decisions...It seemed his decision was made for him... Shizuo started walking in that direction of the ally to have his smoke since he was microns away from grabbing the street sign he was standing beside and hitting the bitching client. Izaya chuckled softly and called out.

"Shiiizuuu-chaaan~!" He took off as soon as the word left his mouth, knowing he would be beaten to a pulp if he didn't.
"IZAAAAYAAAA-KUUUUUN!" Thus it began. Murmurs within earshot of Shizuo's rebuttal started as Shizuo picked up a trash can on his pursuit of the informant. Izaya smirked as he heard his name. This was one of his favorite hobbies even if he hated the blonde. Teasing Shizuo was far too much fun to stop.

How many things would he launch at the flea this time? Shizuo always wondered that with joy, as the trash bin hurled through the air once Izaya was in his sights. Izaya dodged the first one but tsked lightly. It hit his foot and that threw him off his game a little as he continued his flight. He knew Shizuo wouldn't notice it but he knew his gait had now changed just slightly reducing his reaction times. It also slowed him down, and after a stop sign, a recycling bin, and a pay-phone, Shizuo caught up to Izaya.

"IZAYA-KUN!" He had another sign in his hands.
"Shizu-chan is fast today~! You up your steroid dose?" He teased his knife coming out. He was just barely dodging today, how off! He wanted to get out of here now.

"You've lost your edge. That has to be it," Shizuo smirked, eyes glowing happily at the sight of the knife. He'd had many a dirty fantasy involving that weapon over the years, too many to count really. Shizuo swung the sign at the informant who dodged it, though not quite. He winced when it hit his arm, hissing low in pain, and he knew no one else noticed it and thank goodness for that. He took off again, down another alleyway to escape. Broken, definitely broken, Izaya thought as his left arm hung rather uselessly at his side.

"Don't run away!" There was joy in Shizuo's call. He swung the sign effortlessly as he stalked after Izaya. Said informant cursed when he skidded to a halt at a dead end. Normally he could get over the wall before him easily, but he would need both arms. No use for it then. He pulled his knife back out and got ready, though for now his right hand held his arm just above the break near his shoulder.

"Ngh..." He winced in pain and glared at his useless arm, eyes shooting back up to watch for his enemy.
"Izaya-Kuuuun~~" Shizuo's call reached him as the blonde came around the corner, only pausing for a millisecond... The Izaya he knew would have already retreated over that wall by now, yet he's still there... Izaya scowled coldly, knife pointing out at Shizuo.
"Shizu-chan, fancy meeting you here~" He teased his eyes darting around to find the best means of escape.
"Oh yeah, and lucky for me I get to bash your head in," Shizuo grinned madly, a half smoked cigarette in between his lips.

"Nng," He winced again, not used to being in so much pain, his teasing smirk fading momentarily. Yeah, this was bad...NOW Shizuo noticed... 'Flea?' He always noticed everything about Izaya, especially his expressions since the blonde couldn't stop staring but this was odd. Seemed he'd been in mild shock before because it was starting to hurt too much to keep his mask up.

"One step closer Shizu-chan and I s-swear I'm gonna e-end you," He said one thing, but he doubted he could defend himself as he was either. He wasn't even pointing his knife at the blonde for God's sake. His knife hand had returned to clutching uselessly above his injury.

"With what, Jedi mind powers?" Shizuo scoffed, this wasn't like the flea at all... Something was off, as he walked closer to Izaya to investigate. He didn't notice for once, nor did a witty retort jump to him.
"F-fuck," He mumbled lightly, trying to regain control of himself and manage the pain.

"Izaya...-kun?" Shizuo dropped the sign he had as he finally stopped in front of Izaya... Yup, something was wrong if Izaya was not even trying at such an opportunity. Shizuo studied him, and the supposedly injured areas. Izaya's eyes snapped open then and he watched Shizuo warily. He was afraid, but he wouldn't let that show, no matter how much pain he was in...besides he was in too much pain to feel much fear.

"Shizu-chan...m-my arm really hurts..." He whined, hoping a sympathy play would work on the bodyguard.
"Hey, let go..." Shizuo reached up and grabbed his arm feeling it, fuck... It is broken. Shizuo stumbled backwards a bit, he actually hurt Izaya? That shouldn't have been possible... Izaya had let a low whimper of pain slip when Shizuo touched the break, his legs trembling a little.

"Just your arm?" Shizuo thought back to the start of their fight and realized it wasn't. It was all that really hurt though and he nodded with another whimper. Why did Shizuo have to be the one to see him like this? For that matter, why wasn't Shizuo bashing his head in like he'd promised? 'No control, I don't have any control,' Those thoughts haunted Shizuo constantly, and now he's hurt the one he loves...

"...Leave..." He mumbled. Izaya eyed him momentarily before taking a cautious step, then another...then he took off and headed to Shinra to get his arm set. He could taunt Shizuo later. Shizuo grounded his cigarette butt into the ground as he held his eyes, teeth gritted together as the blonde tried not to cry.

Seliphra: Ta-da!
Izaya: And the plot was...?
Seliphra: Made up as we went along...sorta. We would get some ideas, but for the most part we were like 'Hmm she wrote this, I SHALL WRITE THIS!
Shizuo: ...right.
Seliphra: Review plox~! The entire thing is written already (We've moved on to Shiki and Kain so we can be sadistic biches, Shiki loosely based on the Shiki of Togainu no Chi and Kain is her OC). HOWEVER! I will only update this when I get REVIEWS! Otherwise the new chapters NOT appear!