Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara! or any of it's characters sadly, cause if I did... :3

A/N: I'm trying to keep Iza-chan in character but it's a little hard ;w; My friend so totally hates him because of me now.

This was originally written for a kink on the drrr kink community on LJ. Please enjoy!

Please Say You Love Me Too

Chapter 2

And that's exactly what made Orihara Izaya spin around on his swivel chair childishly while reenacting all that had been exchanged between him and the blonde to his exasperated assistant, exaggerating every so often.

"-and you know! He hugged me, he hugged me and went all emotional. I could swear he almost cried!" Izaya spun more and more until he was merely a blur.

Namie raised an eyebrow at her boss's childish antics which she was forced to put up with unless she risked getting a salary cut and could only comment truthfully.

"Are you sure he did that? Heiwajima Shizuo of all people?" She frowned, there was something very odd about this picture, unless of course, pigs started flying and oranges grew on apple trees.

Izaya stopped his spinning abruptly, making one wonder how he defied the laws of physics and managed to stay firmly glued to his leather chair. He tsk-ed at Namie's serious tone and brushed aside the look that she gave him with a gleeful pounce towards the window.

"Of course he did. We talked…and he even told me to give him a call whenever I wanted to!" Izaya grinned. "I didn't need to ask for his number of course, already have it."

Namie shook her head at the cellphone that Izaya stuck into her face. "Really now, don't you think it's a bit weird? After attempting to kill you for so long, he says he likes you?" Her tone was skeptical.

He ignored her completely and turned back to the huge wall-wide window and stared out into a kaleidoscope of neon city lights. His eyes softened as he once again recalled what took place just hours ago.

"Humans are interesting creatures after all…"

-You look happy.-

Celty held her PDA to Shizuo's eye level. Indeed, the blonde did look less grumpy than he usually did.

A grunt was the only reply she got.

She would've made a face if she could. Surely he didn't ask her to meet him all the why up on a skyscraper for a silent conversation?

-Did something happen?-

She tried again. This time, Shizuo actually turned to look at her.

Minutes ticked by.

-You know, if you're not going to say anything…-

"I met the flea earlier."

Celty cocked her head to the side, a wave of worry hitting her as she realized that if the blonde was happy, the men's recent encounter might have actually ended with a dead informant in a ditch. She hurriedly typed into her PDA once more, her fingers zooming past the keypad at an alarming rate.

-You didn't…you know, hit him too bad…did you?-

Shizuo chuckled darkly, it spooked her out quite a bit. "Of course not, now that's just too boring."

She frowned mentally, these two never ever got bored of their routine game of chase. Something was definitely up, she could just smell it.

"I'll make that bitch pay for everything that he'd done up till now." His explanation surprised him almost as much as it did Celty. Why though, he wasn't sure.

-I see.-

That was all she could say, really.

"Just you wait 'Bukuro. I'm gonna make sure that that pesk regret ever setting foot in this city. I swear I will." He said almost maddeningly to no one in particular. Unlike the informant, he wasn't one to toy with people. However, the chance he had been given was just too great to pass.

Celty stared silently at the bartender and his evil grin and shivered. She really should be getting back to Shinra right now.

Ring.

Ring.

"What the fuck!" Shizuo roared as he was jolted awake by the ringing of his cell. Picking the dreaded device from the bedside table, he accepted the call and almost yelled into the receiver before a familiar voice interrupted him.

"Ah, Shizu-chan! You're still awake!"

If glares could kill, Izaya should be thankful that he wasn't in the same room with the blonde.

"You fucking woke me up, it's 4AM you nut!" He growled in hush tones, trying his best to keep his anger in check.

Izaya pouted on the other line. "Aww, I didn't think that Shizu-chan was the type to sleep this early." He was lying, of course.

Shizuo grinded his teeth in building fury and exhaled roughly. He needed to keep his cool. He will play out his pieces right and for once call it checkmate.

"What do you want?" he managed in a strained tone.

"Just to hear your voice~" The informant smiled as he leaned back against his chair, the glow of his laptop and the city lights behind him the only sources illuminating the dark office of his.

An odd feeling rose in his chest upon hearing the reply, Shizuo dismissed it almost immediately.

"You've got to be really dumb if-"

"Being an information broker is a lonely job you know, Shizu-chan?" Izaya interrupted him, willing the blonde to hear him out.

"…What are you getting at, flea?" He wanted his sleep damn it. Heiwajima Shizuo had no time to be wasting on the line with Orihara Izaya of all people. Or at least, that's what he told himself repeatedly.

Izaya gave a little chuckle, a hand flicking at the power switch to turn off his laptop without first shutting down. The room grew just a shade darker.

"It's the first time I've ever managed to talk to someone like this, since everyone else hates me and all~" There wasn't a hint of sorrow in his voice, he had no reason to be sad after all.

Shizuo frowned. He did not like to think that he was actually feeling sorry for the other man.

"Hnn."

Raising a hand to shield his eyes from the remaining light, Izaya sighed into his cell.

"Thank you, Shizu-chan."

If he wasn't trying so hard to convince himself otherwise, Shizuo might have actually believed the sincerity in the other man's voice through the speaker.