Looking up at the sky Shizuo sighed, a frown etched onto his face as he exhaled the smoke from his now extinguished cigarette, he promised he'd stop smoking that day, but hey it was his 26th birthday, he was allowed to break promises for such a depressing day.
26 years of life, and he wasted about 10 of them chasing that goddamned flea around Ikebukuro…growling at the memory of said flea Shizuo stuffed his hands in his pants pockets and continued walking, he'd agreed to meet up with Shinra and Celty to "celebrate" his "special" day…
Looking around Ikebukuro he sighed sadly, it was still recovering from that day, buildings where still being repaired a year on…it would take a while for the city to get over what almost happened…well what did, but didn't happen. The flea won, but he also lost…and in that meaning he "died", Shizuo was sceptical, sure the flea had disappeared and his pent house's lights hadn't been on once, but this was Izaya, if anyone could fake their death this good it was him…
"Shizuo, please…stop this, you're making yourself ill looking for someone who isn't here anymore, they found his body Shizuo…what more do you want? Izaya's dead…"
Shinra's words rung in his ears as clear as the day he had emitted them…and as much as the logic fit, he just couldn't bring himself to believe it…Izaya was a cockroach, cockroaches don't just die that easily, even with the hardest hit they will keep crawling, they could lose limbs, and still recover, and when they do finally die, they leave their essence in the form of rebirth…
That stopped Shizuo, eyes widening his breath hitched…Izaya was 25 when he "died" old enough to have a child, or children…
Bursting through Shinra's door and grabbing the doctor Shizuo looked as though he was about to have a mental breakdown…placing both hands on Shizuo's, Shinra laughed nervously as Anri stood at a safe distance with Celty's hand on her shoulders…
"Shizuo, what the hell are you doing!" Turning to look at Celty the man's face fell into a frown to mirror the woman's…even after a year seeing Celty with a head was just too weird, but seeing her and Shinra married with a teenage daughter was even worse…the impossible became possible…
Turning back to Shinra, he loosened his grip and lowered his head, trying to bite back his temper.
"Tell me, did Izaya have any children?" The look on Shinra's face couldn't be described, it was a mix of shock and almost disgust….
"That's it? You come bursting in here looking like you're about to kill me…and that's it! When will you get over it Shizuo, for god's sake Izaya is dead, look around have you or anyone for that matter seen him? Why can't you just move on, everyone else has! Why are you the only one who can't?"
He had him there…letting go of Shinra, Shizuo brought a hand up to cover his face…he didn't understand this either, he wanted to let go and just enjoy life, but after 10 years of being mentally fucked over by Izaya, it was hard to just accept that he was no longer going to hurt him…
He knew deep down, he wasn't the only one Izaya hurt; everyone was still recovering from that flea's reign of terror. No one was left completely unharmed, mentally or physically, Izaya had played with them all…
He was so much more powerful than anyone ever gave him credit for, he knew how to manipulate and hurt anyone…and boy did he use it…people where like mere puppets to him, and he was the master…
But Shinra was right, it was time for him to move on…and to seal that, he decided what he wanted to do to make his birthday a memorable one…
Kicking the flea's old door in Shizuo coughed slightly as dust and dirt filled his senses, seemed the place had been left to simply fall apart, walking in keeping an arm over his mouth Shizuo eyed all of the files on the floor, there was paper everywhere he turned…
Looking around the lounge/office area Shizuo sighed, he'd only been here once before…and for some reason all he could see was that flea typing away at his keyboard, the place completely spotless…
But that image soon faded and the dust covered keyboard and empty chair where all too clear.
Frowning Shizuo continued walking through the house, coming into the kitchen he almost retched, the smell! It was awful! Opening the fridge Shizuo felt the vomit rise, he had never seen such rotten food before…it was disgusting…but wait, even he knew that food shouldn't last a year, it should have rotted away by now…!
That could only mean, someone had been here recently, well recently as in the past couple of months, but who would stock up a fridge then just leave it? It had to be the flea…no one else would do something so weird.
Then he heard it…looking up at the ceiling he frowned, that sound was definitely a floorboard creaking…slamming the fridge door he bolted out of the kitchen and up the stairs, bursting into the bedroom he suspected to be the flea's.
"Aha got you, you fucking flea! I knew- huh?" The room was empty…could he have simply been imagining it all? Shaking his head Shizuo growled, time to finish what he came here for.
Fire, it engulfed everything, it was a power that no human not even the flea could stop...it was ironic how Shizuo came to that conclusion when the flea was not present to try and prove him wring, but it didn't matter, dropping in the last bag of Izaya's precious information Shizuo smiled…
It took him hours to put everything in bags and lug them down to the city centre, but he did it…looking around at all the cheering bystanders he smiled, they knew what these files held, so to see them go was like a weight had been lifted for all of them…
After this was done, that would be it…just like that the flea's existence would be forgotten about…they'd broken free from his strings, and like Pinocchio, made life their own…
"You know, it hurts me deeply when I see my beloved humans cheer for my death…so tell me Namie, do you think it's fair of them to cheer when their God supposedly died?"
Shaking her head, Namie continued writing, this new set up of Izaya's was tight as hell so she no longer had her own work area…now she was stuck not even two feet away from the madman…
"To be honest, I could really give too much of a damn, like I said before…the majority of the human race hates your guts."
Swirling around in his chair Izaya sighed and stared at his laptop, smiling evilly as he went through all the files on there, silly Shizu-chan…didn't he know, that a God was always one step above the average human?
All the files he supposedly burned where safely hidden on his laptop, each of which linked him to his final plan…after all he had no intention of staying dead forever…
The mere thought brought chuckles from the man, and before long they escalated into laughs as he held his sides, standing he staggered to Namie leaning on her as his laughs increased, he could feel the woman tense beneath him, and he loved it!
"Shizu-chan is so unbelievably stupid! To think I have been able to live a near enough perfect life right under his nose!"
Pushing of Namie he walked back over to the window, pulling a few blinds open with his fingers, a sardonic grin in place as he watched the activities below.
"After all…this is the one place Shizuo would never expect me to hide…the very city that I supposedly died in…" With that he broke out into a true psychopathic laugh, falling to the floor on his back he continued, his lungs ached awfully, but it didn't stop him!
"Oh dear god, I love them! I love them all so fucking much, humans, they make me so happy I could puke, I love them!"
Groaning Namie stood and left the room to make more coffee, and to escape her insane boss' laughter.
The moment the woman left, Izaya sat up and eyed his makeshift chess board, he had been forced to leave the old one behind, but oh well…new board meant a new game…and what better way to play.
"Then to place the king behind his pawns…heh-heh, heh-heh ha-ha-ha-ha that stupid protozoan!"
Eying her boss Namie sighed, maybe now was the right time to take her paid vacation…a year of hiding and babying this man was a year more than she could stand.
Shaking her head she went into her bedroom and grabbed the squirt-y bottle she kept especially for Izaya when he got like this…
Oh how she loved her job.
*bows in apology* please don't kill me for starting a new fic ;; I know I have Roommates and Trust me going, but I finally got time to read the translated text of Durarara and have now seen how badly I failed at all the characters =w= so I was inspired to write a fic with them as in character as possible ;;
I hope this chapter seems believable, I tried my best , but if I failed this time, I will do better next chapter T.T critique