[ A/N ] Hello everyone! Well, I had planned to put writing this sequel off longer, but then I started watching some Shizaya AMV's and I got super inspired and wrote a 1000 word plan for this sequel. There are some scenes that I'm really looking forward to write, and I hope you look forward to the release of new chapters. :D
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! - lets face it, if I did, Shizaya would be an official couple. OTP 3
Recap: "So," Shinra spoke up, "the point you're making is… you think Izaya is still… there?"
"Tch." Shizuo quickly left the apartment, his blonde hair covering his face.
He walked back to the road - the place where he had last seen Izaya. He clenched his fists, and took a deep breath.
"IIIIIIIZZZZAAAAAAYAAAAA-KUN" he roared at the top of his lungs. He gripped the chest area of Izaya's jacket tightly.
Wait for me, Izaya. I'll definitely come back for you.
How many days has it been? Weeks? Months? Here I am standing here on this road again like some stupid fucking muppet. What the hell do I expect to achieve from this!? What good does it do?! Goddammit, Izaya. God damn this fucking situation.
"Shizuo," Shinra called out, cautiously approaching the tall brunette, a bag of take-away from Russian Sushi in his hand. Shizuo turned, the anger in his eyes simmering down upon realising that the man approaching him was only Shinra.
"What do you want?!" he growled, balling his fists.
"Now now, Shizuo-san, no need to overreact.," he said, holding his hands up submissively. "Celty asked me to bring you some food, so here I am."
He was met by silence and a menacing glare, before the 'Devil of Ikebukuro' stiffly walked over to him, rudely snatching the bag out of his hand. Shinra's hand shook slightly as the bag was taken from him. He had known Shizuo since junior high, but Shizuo's recent behaviour was enough to scare even him. Much as his new 'nickname' suggested, the 'Monster of Ikebukuro' was now more widely known as the 'Devil of Ikebukuro.' Shizuo had really let himself go. His hatred for violence had evolved into a desire for it, and people all over Ikebukuro were victim to this desire - no matter what gender, age or social standing. Colour gangs, whose members would challenge Shizuo Heiwajima as a test of their strength, bravery and manhood, now fled in his presence.
"Shizuo…" Shinra spoke up, bravely. "It's been 7 months, and this situation is causing you to lose your sanity.. I think it might be best if you just… forgot about everything that happened… forgot about Izaya…" His voice trailed off as he neared the end of his sentence, immediately regretting what he had said.
"I'm sorry. I didn't quite catch that." Shizuo's voice held a facade tone of 'calm', which he clearly was not feeling as he approached Shinra, snapping his cigarette in half and picking him up by his collar. Shinra whimpered, slightly pathetically, as Shizuo positioned his face precariously close to his own.
"How about you say that again, fuckwit." Shizuo said through gritted teeth, spitting slightly as he annunciated the last word of his sentence. Shinra was as pale as a ghost. He'd been in situations like this with Shizuo before, but never had he actually feared for his life. He always knew that Shizuo wouldn't actually hurt him, but this 'new' Shizuo was different. Shinra doubted that he would even think twice about snapping his neck, there and then. Suddenly, the neigh of a horse melted Shinra's fear.
Ahh, Celty~ Your timing could not have been more impeccably perfect, he sighed.
A shadow extended from the headless rider, ripping Shizuo away from his prey, and potentially saving Shinra's life. Shizuo felt a wave of relief and calm flood through his body. Celty was probably the only person - well, Dullahan - in Ikebukuro capable of controlling, or calming, the enraged devil, Shizuo. Truth being told, Shizuo still hated violence somewhere deep in his mind, but this unnerving feeling of insanity would become too much for him to handle, causing him to lash out against anything or anyone. Knowing Celty was with him helped him to feel calm, because he knew he wouldn't be capable of hurting anyone with her around. In fact, it was partly because of this that he had started to live with Celty and Shinra in their apartment.
Celty stood, her arms folded disappointedly and her helmet shaking from side to side. She pulled out her PDA and began typing.
[Shizuo! Please, get a hold of yourself. You've just been released on bail, the last thing I want to see is you back in jail.]
Shizuo hung his head. Of course he felt guilty about the things he had done, but his built up and festering rage needed some form of outlet… Celty deleted the message and began typing a new one to Shinra.
[What did you do to provoke him?] her PDA asked.
Shinra walked over to Celty and whispered the scenario to her, not wanting Shizuo to hear incase it sparked his anger again. Celty stood still for a moment, then boldly held out her PDA to Shizuo.
[I don't know what happened between you and Izaya when you were missing, but your current behaviour is out of control. I don't believe in giving up, but I think Shinra has a point. Waiting in vain has done nothing but ruin you Shizuo, please think about that.]
It's true, he thought. Goddammit I am so fucked up.
Shizuo clicked his tongue and pulled out a cigarette, lighting it skilfully before stuffing his hands into the pockets of Izaya's jacket.
"Thanks for the sushi, but I don't want it," he said monotonously, before turning his back and walking away.
Shizuo returned to the apartment at two in the morning, battered and bloodied. He walked unceremoniously into the guest room that had been set up for him three months ago. He stood in front of the mirror and winced at his appearance. His hair had grown down just passed his neck, his un-natural blonde hair long since grown out. He wore Izaya's parka, as he had every day since he returned, alone. A trickle of dry blood ran down his face from his head.
He undressed the top half of his body, revealing multiple scraps and bruises he had received from his most recent fight, as well as the long, Izaya inflicted, scar that ran from his chest to his stomach. He used to loathe the scar, but now it served as a sore reminder of what had been lost. Izaya. He reached up a hand and ran it along the scar, stopping when he reached his heart. Upon this action, he observed his wrist, which was slightly chafed from its frequent encounter with Celty's shadow-made handcuffs. Shizuo sighed and flopped onto his bed, not bothering to clean himself up or tend to any wounds using the first aid kit that Shinra had conveniently supplied him with. He placed the back of his hand over his eyes and stared at it, blankly.
How did it come to this?
Every day since he had returned - without Izaya - he had gone to the road where they had last seen each other. At first, he was hopeful, trying everything he could think of to reach Izaya, but nothing worked. Shizuo's state of mind deteriorated with the thoughts of Izaya being alone, in a world where he knew nobody. He couldn't do anything to save him - nothing at all - and, with thoughts like these plaguing his mind, he soon began to resent himself.
He stopped caring about himself, and the effects his actions would have on him, and, one day, he snapped, losing all control of his common sense and reasoning. A car had approached him when he was standing on that road. The driver honked, motioning for him to move out of the way, but Shizuo ran angrily over the car and picked it up. Filled with sheer rage and loss of control, he threw the car as far as he could. When he had released the car from his grasp he had caught a glimpse of the scene that played out in the back seat - two small girls clinging to each other, eyes filled with tears of fear.
The guilt Shizuo experienced from that event was enough to tip the scales, causing him to, almost completely, lose himself to darkness. The only strand of light he held onto was the hope that Izaya would return. After 5 months, the light had burnt out. Shizuo would beat up anyone who looked at him, even if it wasn't 'in-the-wrong-way'. Celty was constantly around him, at her own choice, to keep him in check. The only way the police were able to arrest Shizuo was when Celty played a part in it.
It was around the time when Kasuka was hospitalised due to one of Shizuo's breakdowns, that Celty had decided Shizuo should live with her, and also when Shizuo began to fear himself and what he was capable of doing. He agreed willing to Celty's suggestion, out of fear that he would hurt his brother, or someone else again.
Shizuo sighed once more as he guiltily reflected upon his actions over the past months. No matter where he went, he couldn't escape the violent urges that would possess him, even though he wished he would stop hurting people. Desperately trying to cling onto his one strand of hope, he began thinking about Izaya. He reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out his yellow flip phone, dialling Izaya's private number. He did this every night, slightly hoping Izaya would answer, but mainly just to hear his voice - even if it was only his answering machine.
"Hiiiii~ You've reached the number of Ikebukuro's own god! Congratulations~! Unfortunately I'm to busy to converse with an inferior person such as yourself, so if you would so kind as to leave a message, I will return your call when I can be bothered… Which might be never, so don't get your hopes up~!" beep.
"Dammit Izaya… I miss you..." he spoke into the phone.
beep. beep. beep.
He heard this every night, but a tear always managed to force its way out of his eye, only to be wiped away quickly. He threw his phone violently at the padded spot on his wall, cussing under his breath. If you're wondering why the wall was padded, it was because Shizuo had already broken 5 phones in the same, violent, manner. It wasn't exactly cheap to replace them, and work was becoming harder and harder for him to find, so cushioning up the impact seemed like the best option.
Shizuo exhaled again, curling into a ball on his bed. He pulled out a, hole covered, photo of Izaya from his pocket - the one that he had used for dart practice, back before everything happened between them - and stared at lovingly, as if the image was the only thing that brought him happiness.
Tomorrow, he thought, refusing to give into the thought that Izaya might not return. Maybe tomorrow.
He then proceeded to fall asleep, the photo of Izaya pressed to his chest.
Shinra sighed in bed when he heard the thump coming from Shizuo's room. He and Celty often discussed Shizuo's condition, curiously wondering what happened between him and Izaya while they were missing. Obviously, they discussed how Shizuo could have possibly obtained Izaya's favourite item of clothing, but they never really considered that their relationship could have developed to the point where they would even consider each other friends. Shizuo kept his mouth shut when it came to his affection towards Izaya, and Shinra and Celty were oblivious to the constant calls Shizuo made to Izaya's phone. They settled on the conclusion that, without Izaya to take his stress out on, Shizuo snapped. Although this conclusion was not fully satisfying, they couldn't think of anything more realistic. Of course, if they consulted Erika on the matter, she definitely would have put it down to love.
[ A/N ] Feeling confused? Go read 'Into the real world'!
Thanks for reading! I look forward to your reviews.
And for those who were following my first story, I hope this lives up to your expectations of me!