"I 'aate yuu." Izaya says, as best he can. He's sprawled out on one of two of Shinra's metal examination tables, shaking and limp. "I ssseeri-uzzly 'aate you."
On the neighboring table, Shizuo grunts his agreement, as he hasn't gotten the hang of talking yet. Izaya is quickly figuring it out, treating it as if he were talking for a dummy or a puppet-talking while moving your mouth as little as you could. Shizuo, most likely, hasn't even considered this.
"To be fair, I only meant for you to get changed, Izaya." Shinra says, oh so helpfully. He's examining Shizuo on the other table, checking him for injuries and whatnot. He'd hardly glanced at Izaya, and he had to admit that stung.
"Thaa 'akes 'ee 'aate-haate yuuu 'ore!" He snaps, words less intelligible in his angry rush to get them out. Out of the corner of his eye he sees Shinra shrug, still tending to Shizuo. His chest aches at that, though he'll never admit it, and he forces anger to override the hurt.
Slowly, as best he can, he draws his shaking limbs together and attempts to stand. If Shinra won't help him, he'll just help himself. His claws drag the table, the cold steel scraping against them and his ears sending an extremely unpleasant shock down his spine.
"'Uught iii' oouu'!" Shizuo yells, and Izaya ignores him; mostly cause he hates him but partially because he has no idea what he just said.
He manages to pull himself together, standing a little over half a foot tall onfour wobbky legs. Looking down at his reflection in the shiny metal table, his suspicions are confirmed. He's been transformed into a cat. He's young, not a kitten but not fully grown either, and on the smaller side. Black fur to match his hair and eyes redder than his human ones, he's handsome even in this form.
"'Ee'll kk ...k.. I'll 'ill yuu!" Shizuo yells, unable to say "kill" properly. Izaya glances in his direction, somehow completely unsurprised to see Shizuo has been changed into a dog. He's blonde at first glance, looking like a mutt mix with a lot of golden retriever in him, until you look closer. It appears his fur fades to brown halfway to the roots, making him unlike any other dog.
Izaya cringes, slightly, when Shizuo begins to howl in his fury. Izaya hates dogs, he always has, but it's bareable when he reminds himself that the dog neighboring him is his not-quite-boyfriend. Still, it's unpleasant, and he wishes Shizuo would stop.
"Shhh, shh..." Shinra hushes him, gently helping Shizuo upright. He's shorter than Izaya had expected he'd be, small but with decent sized legs. He'd be able to run well, sure, but Izaya would luckily remain faster if Shizuo decided to give into new instincts and treat him like a chew toy.
"'uck yuu!" Shizuo yells, trying his hardest to slur his curse properly. Izaya sits, nearly toppling over when his body shifts the wrong way, but his tail catches him. "'Uck yuu 'uck yooou, 'uck you!"
"Yes, yes." Shinra sighs, somehow managing to lift shizuo off the table and set him on the floor near the door with great care. Izaya straightens up, waiting for Shinra to help him as well, but instead the doctor simply turns off the slights and starts guiding Shizuo into the next room while he growls the whole way.
"Oi!" He hisses, incredulously, drawing a glance from Shinra. "What about me?!" He notices that he's gotten better at talking already, and he silently pats himself on the back for learning a skill so quickly. Not that that was uncommon for him, but still.
"You've got it." His friend replies, going back to helping the angry dog. Izaya scowls, the pain back in his chest and ears flat against his head. He shifts to stand on all fours again, padding slowly and carefully to the edge of the table. It's a long way down, cold floor shining back at him mockingly, illuminated by the light coming from the still open door.
For once, he doesn't understand. He hadn't done anything to Shinra, no pranks or dangerous schemes, he'd been civil to Celty, he and Shizuo hadn't fought in his apartment in months even! Well, that was partially because they were keeping their sort-of-relationship on the down low but still. He couldn't understand why Shinra would do this to him and then ignore him.
In the other room he can hear Shinra trying to calm Shizuo, tone gentle and reassuring, and his fur bristles. Without giving it a second thought he draws his hind legs right and leaps, aiming for the chair against the wall across from him instead of straight at the floor.
Unfortunately, he miscalculates a little. His chest hits the chair, wrenching a pained yowl from him as he flies back, smacking hard against the floor. The chair shoves against a small table, knocking it and the various tools atop it to the floor with a crash. Some of it falls on him, and he yowls in pain again as a flying scapel slices his left hind leg.
He startles, new instincts hitting him harder than a freight train, and he scrambles to his paws. He darts out of the room, ears flat and fur puffed up irritably. Someone yells, he thinks it's Shizuo, but he rushes the other direction past rooms and furniture and doesn't stop till he's somewhere cramped, dark, and quiet.
He hides there for he's not sure how long, leg throbbing in pain and fur slowly un-bristling. His pounding heart eventually starts to calm with his deep, concentrated breaths, and he starts trying to relax. It works, his new instincts fading to the background and his human brain taking over once more. Of course he ends up startled again when a big brown nose suddenly invades his vision.
"Whoa!" He gasps, scrambling further under wherever he is in fresh alarm. Thankfully he can see the space well, even with how dark it is, and doesn't run into anything this time.
"'re you okay?" Shizuo asks, shoving his head further under the fabric protecting Izaya's space and revealing big brown eyes. They're deeper than Shizuo's human gold ones, more fitting for a dog, unlike Izaya's current blood red ones.
"Peachy." Izaya replies, pulling his leg in closer to his body. "How did you find me?" He asks, scowling at Shizuo with his new facial muscles.
"I smelled the 'lood. He says, sniffing at him for emphasis. He shuffles back, sliding out from what Izaya assumes to be Shinra's bed. "'E's in here!" Shizuo barks.
"Tch." Carefully, Izaya pulls himself out without moving his leg too much. It aches, torn muscle spasming every once in awhile.
"'iiinra!" Shizuo calls again, bending down to let Izaya lean against him for support. "Get in 'ere, he's hurt!"
Slowly, and in no rush, Shinra walks into the room and flips the light on. He looms over the both of them, terrifyingly tall to Izaya. He crouches down, and with little care grabs Izaya's leg just under the wound and pulls him forward. He yelps, hissing in renewed pain as Shinra examines him at the awkward angle. Beside him Shizuo starts to growl, too low for Shinra to hear.
"Mm..." He hums, forcibly straightening Izaya's hind leg to get a better look. Shizuo's growling gets deeper, vibrating against him and Izaya's tail twitches in agitation.
"You'll be fine." Shinra says shortly, not letting go of Izaya's leg much to the informants agony. "You make a real mess of my clinic, you know? I expect you to pay me back for all those bottles you broke-aarg!" Shizuo suddenly lurches forward, teeth sinking into Shinra's hand and drawing blood right away.
"What the hell?!" Shinra yells, out of character but to be expected. Shizuo doesn't let go, snarling at him viciously and Izaya scrambles away now that his leg is free.
"Fuck you!" Shizuo snaps, finally pulling his teeth out of Shinra's hand. His muzzle is bloody, gums and sharp canine teeth showing with the way he's still snarling. "You're the one who did this to us in the first place, he owes you nothing!"
"I'm surprised you'd side with your enemy, Shizuo-kun." Shinra replies, calmer now and already wrapping his bloody hand temporarily in the end of his coat.
"Quit being a dick!" Shizuo growls back, form starting to grow fuzzy. 'No, it's not shizuo that's growing fuzzy.' Izaya realises. Its his own vision, black spots popping before his eyes and his body slowly starting to sink to the ground. He's dizzy, and everything spins around him in slow motion.
"You need to stitch him up right now or- 'zaya?" Shizuo asks, padding to him and kidding Izaya's side with his nose. Izaya doesn't respond, eyes closing and body relaxing.
"Orihara-kun?" Shinra calls, and Izaya is sure it's the blood loss that makes him think Shinra sounds worried. It doesn't matter anyway, because he's out cold in the next second.