Hah... took me a while to update.

I would give you an excuse on how school and business took over my life but that's not the case.

I was just flat out lazy.

You can leave me if you want now xD

But yeah. And because I'm such an ass I made you wait and give you a short chapter.

And you all thought that the next chapter was going o be in Izaya's P.O.V. AHAHAAH I'M A COCKBLOCK-

Actually, I might MIGHT add another chapter today.

Probably.

And oh my gosh when the other authors say that reviews make them better I now know what they're talking about of my gosh thanks guys!

Ugh this A/N was longer than I wanted it to be.

WARNING: DIRTY LANGUAGE.

DISCLAIMER: LOLNOPE.

ONTO THE STOREH.


Shizuo Heiwajima stomped around Ikebukuro aimlessly in the same fashion as he always does- fists clenched, cigarette suffering a crushing pain in between two slowly yellowing teeth, and an urge to kill.

Killkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkillkill-

Hey, Shizuo!

HEY, HEY, SHIZUO!

SHIZUUUUOOOOOOO!

"Shut the hell up, Delic," the blonde ex-bartender muttered to himself- well, actually, more like the ancestor inside of his body- as fucking revolting as that sounds.

The bodyguard looked around to make sure no one heard him.

When can I see Hibiyaaaaaa?

"It depends on when I can find his host," Shizuo replied quietly again.

Seriously, Delic. You should be less impatient.

You shouldn't be talking 'Tsu-chaaaan'. I know you want to see your little 'girlfriend' as much as I want to see mine.

The blonde host growled in irritation as he saw the two bickering in the back of his mind- one in a white suit with a pink undershirt and awkward headphones, as well as another in a blue kimono, smoking a pipe quietly with a disapproving frown on his face. The other two- one with a scarf and bright red glasses and another that was wearing a butler uniform- stayed silent watching the scene.

These other men won't shut the hell up and it's driving Shizuo crazy. Why was he the one who had to be cursed with this stupid "Gift"? It was more like a curse in his eyes.

Of course he knew how it started. Some Sakuraya asshole decided to cast some fucked up spell that went wrong and now every century another asswipe from his and some other guy's family gets this fucking curse. And now he was forced to be gay (not that he minded).

A load of bullshit to Shizuo. It all sounded like a bunch of teenage romance shit that he didn't give a flying fuck about. And of course he didn't know who the bastard was that was holding the other four idiot ancestors.

You know we can hear everything you're thinking, right?

"Deliicccccccc-"

Alright, alright, calm down.

Shizuo noticed all of the stares he was getting. He had to mentally slap himself and continue his clumsy march forward.

Then a thought hit him.

Where the hell was the Flea?

The blonde laced his fingers together and cracked his knuckles, now trying to sniff out the raven-haired male. There was a faint scent, one that he couldn't notice unless he tried as hard as he could.

The ex-bartender followed the slight hints, leading him to one of the more deserted parts of Ikebukuro.

S-Shizuo, w-w-where are you going?

Shizuo saw the shy version of his ancestors burrow his head into his scarf making himself resemble a turtle.

"Quiet, Tsuki. I'm looking for the asshole."

The artificial blonde noticed the scent had gotten stronger, his shoes scraped against the concrete as he was lead to an alley.

Shizuo…

The blonde ignored the voices in his head. His fists clenched as he noticed the lithe body on the ground, raven hair forming a short, spread out frame around his pale face. His expression looked struggled, but his body lay in a straight, pencil-like structure on the ground.

"Hah, I found you, fucking Louse," Shizuo dug his fingernails in his palm as he picked up the unconscious informant by the collar of his shirt and was ready to swing a fist in his ass-like face.

NO! SHIZUO WAIT!

"What?!"

We found who we're looking for!

"What do you mea-"

Izaya Orihara is the other one with the Gift!