Chapter 2 everyone!

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter,

Warnings: Self harm, rape, kidnapping, homosexual couples

I do not own Durarara or the characters, the plot and writing if strictly for enjoyment.

Enjoy!

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"I am and will always be the optimist. The hoper of far flung hopes and dreamer of improbable dreams."

- Eleventh Doctor – Doctor Who-

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Shizuo hadn't been paying attention to the day, his time spent idly following Tom around Ikebukuro, shaking up debt stricken people when he had to but generally staying to himself. He didn't understand why the raven haired flea was on his mind once more, he sighed, looking up at the sky. Izaya was nothing more than a nuisance to Shizuo, so why could he not stop thinking about him?

So there lie his troubles, he sat on the park bench just a few feet from Tom, who was busy discussing the importance of paying to a completely ignorant druggie, a cigarette in his hand. Shizuo looked over out of the corner of his eye, wondering when he could go back home. He hadn't heard from Shinra in a couple of days, making him wonder what the underground doctor could be up to. He took a long intake of his cigarette before tossing it under the ground and putting it out with the toe of his shoe.

Tom had seen the way the man was on edge, something was on Shizuo's mind. He walked over with a gentle push of his glasses to put them back properly on his face. "Are we done?" Shizuo grumbled, pushing a hand through his dyed locks.

"Yeah, just about... say, is something wrong?" Tom asked, cocking his head to the side, he had often worried about his body guard, he felt the blonde male was like a brother or son to him and with that came the everyday worries. "You seem like you have something on your mind."

The blonde shrugged his worry of, not caring about it. He thought he was fine. "Shizuo." Tom said with a small sigh, "I know you better than that, what's going on?"

Shizuo looked up, biting his lower lip, he didn't want to admit that all this was about Izaya, the very man he claimed to hate and wanted dead.

He supposed he got his wish.

"I just..." The blonde ran a tired hand over his face, taking his sunglasses off, it wasn't like he really needed them, it was a stormy day at best. "I wonder, ya know? About the flea... I mean, who the fuck just... leave like that, he didn't even take his shit!" Tom rose a careful brow, he figured the man was upset about Izaya, he just didn't know how extensive.

"What do you think happened?" Tom asked,

"Fuck! I don't know!" Shizuo groaned, pushing his head into his hands, he didn't understand this, he shouldn't have been this broken up over that pretentious fuck! "I guess... suicide, maybe the Yakuza finally got him, hell, maybe someone just up and shot him, but he wouldn't just... vanish like that..." It was clear to the debt collector that his guard was over thinking this all.

"Shizuo, why don't you take off the rest of the day, we're basically done anyway, go get a drink, some food... get your head straight man, you're letting Izaya take it over again." Shizuo could only nod, perhaps this was his curse, to only think of Izaya even when he knew it was like a poison to him, a drug.

He shoved his hands far down into his pockets as he strode off, looking up at the stormy sky, he wasn't exactly prepared if a storm decided to hit but all the moment all he cared about was getting a drink. He pushed his way through the crowds of people who didn't care who he was, going towards the shittiest dive bar he could possibly find. He didn't care how good it was, he wanted booze.

He pushed the door open, the disgusting smell of cheap liquor filling his nostrils, he plopped down at the bar next to two older men, perhaps in their thirties? He didn't know, he was never good at guessing ages, he ordered a beer, nodding in thanks when it was handed to him.

"Best sex I ever had." One of the men smirked, "I swear that kid was as tight as a virgin." Shizuo grimaced, why did people feel the need to talk about their sex lives in public? No one cared if they got laid!

"Expensive though, I checked the prices on that weird website, that kid is the priciest whore I ever saw, 17574 yen!" The brunette man scoffed,

"Bitch overcharged me, got me for over 18 thousand!" Shizuo took a long swig from the bottle, couldn't these men shut up? He glared over.
"Do you mind?" He growled.

The two men took a glance over at him, the elder looking of the two laughing at Shizuo, making the man grip his bottle tightly. "Seriously! No one gives a fuck!" Shizuo hissed,

He pushed some money to the bartender, getting another beer, he stood up and staggered out of the barstool he was sitting in, he was half tempted to leave until he caught the wiff of highly expensive calogne. He stopped and looked over his shoulder, seeing a tall, dark man with frown lines and a white suit sitting in one of the booths.

"Heiwajima-san." The man purred out, licking his lips to get the remaining drips of liquor from his thin lips. The blonde looked down at him, confused, this man looked familiar but a name was hard to come by, he didn't usually associate with high end looking people like that. The hand extended a hand, the music dying down as 1 Am hit Shizuo like a bus.

"Please, don't stare at me like that, Heiwajima-san, sit."

He didn't know why he did it, but he slid into the seat, raising a brow.

"Am I suppose to know you?" Shizuo asked coolly, the stern looking man almost laughed, the frown lines shoved deep into his pale skin, he looked like he was about 30 or 40, not someone Shizuo would usually see, he didn't seem like the type to skip out on debt, then again there were all kinds.

"Haruya Shiki." The man said, his voice sickingly sweet as if he was a snake in the garden of Eden.

"Haruya Shiki huh?" Shizuo gruffed, "Like I'm suppose to know who the fuck that is." Oh but he knew, of course he would know, the man was a high member of Awakusu-kai... even Shizuo knew that much. "So what do you want?" the blonde asked crudly, not wanting to waste time on this man in all honestly, his position in the underground Awakusu-kai meaning nothing to him, especially not now that he was nearly to the point of drunk.

"I'm sure you don't care, Heiwajima-san, however I know you have been looking into... things."

"What kind of things?" Shizuo tested, he didn't want to deal with this now, he didn't care what some stuck up mafia man had to say. The man smirked lightly, making him seem even more unattractive, his white suit was wrinkled even though he was simply sitting and the frown lines on his face made him seem ugly and angered.

"I know of your little... business with Orihara-san." Shizuo bristled slightly, sitting up straighter, of course this was about Izaya, what else would it be about? Who just up and vanished?

This world was still in that flea's fingertips and they all knew it.

"What about him?" the blonde narrowed his eyes, his fingers rapping on the table's wood to give his hands something to do. He looked down, seeing a crack in the wood... fuck...

"Heiwajima-san, Orihara-san has been missing for over three years and yet... you have shown interest in his belongings and videos."
"How the hell do you know that?" Shizuo said, tryng to calm himself, he had heard that this Awakasu-kai bastard had ties with Izaya, but the raven had ties with any dangeorus being.

"What does it matter?" The brute asked softly, he was growing tired of this, he was one of the few who believed Izaya was still alive somewhere out there and yet he wanted to just let the memory die away.

"What if I could offer information to help you find him?"

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Shinra Kishitani prided himself on intellect. He knew he didn't have the fancy medical degrees or the trust of the common people to be a real doctor, but he knew he was a bit smarter than his peers.

However it didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on in these disgusting videos.

He didn't want to watch, but just like Shizuo, he wanted to know what had happened.

He felt arms wrap around him in a slight comfort, making him sigh in sadness. "I can't make heads or tails of it Celty." he said to his beloved headless rider behind him, he listened to the soft tap of her slick fingers on the keypad of her PDA, pausing the video with his pointer finger.

She flipped the phone his way, "What do you think?" She asked with a tilt of her helmet.

"That's what I don't know, every video a different guy, they give him money at the end and someone is filming it, it's no security feed and there is about three minutes of black screen at the end of every tape ... but he had money, he couldn't have been a prostitute..." He sighed warily, "But this just... doesn't make sense."

"Have you thought about searching the internet? Izaya's all over that place, maybe there's things we don't know..."

She made him dinner while he searched through the box of videos, playing the one on the computer why did his old friend have all of these?!

Then he stopped, "Celty... do you hear that?" He asked, looking to his computer screen, the black screen was back up in the video, he quickly pushed the time back two minutes before. "Come here a minute." he said, turning the volume up as high as it would go.

"Just let me go." The voice growled, making Shinra narrow his eyes, that... that was Izaya's voice, loud and clear. "You have the fucking money, get out, leave me alone." There was a low laugh, mocking the raven. "Leave me alone!" Izaya shouted, the sound grew hazy, the sound of a hand slapping skin make Shinra jump back,

"Don't you fucking talk bitch." Another voice came, it was low, like a demon's, it came out as an order. "You got another client to take care of, get out of my sight."

Then it went silent.

Shinra stared at his computer screen, the words "Replay?" sticking out in all white in front of a blue screen. He sighed shakily.

"That was Izaya..." Celty typed, Shinra could only nod,

"That... was Izaya..."

He never heard someone sound so... different, he thought he knew what Izaya sounded like, that voice always was so strong, never letting out any emotion... but he swore he could hear tears, the broken hearted cries of a man. He closed his laptop, looking at all the DVD's left, "Celty?" She looked up, "Do you think someone did this to him? Do you think that's why he left?" The headless rider cocked her helmet, confused.

"Do you think that's why he never let anyone touch him?"

That was what Shinra never understood about his old friend, the raven never let people get too close, when they were younger, high schoolers, Izaya didn't let people touch him... it started when he was about 17, it only got worse with age. Shinra thought he was a germiphobe or something along those lines. "Celty..." Shinra looked up, begging for her opinion.

"I don't think he ever left."

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Shizuo stared at the man in deep confusion.
"What do you mean?" He asked, setting his drink down, "No one knows where Izaya is..."

Shiki almost laughed, "No Heiwajima-san... not exactly true, I may not know exactly where my informant is, however I may be able to offer insight on where he ran off to, wouldn't you like to know that?'

Shizuo had to admit that it sounded nice. Shiki smirked, the blonde did want to know. He reached down to take a folder from the seat beside him, Shizuo tensed, thinking the man was pulling a gun which only made Shiki laugh a bit more. He placed the folder on the table. "Perhaps this will help." He said, sliding it forward.

Shizuo stopped and stared, the folder wasn't thick but it wasn't empty either. "What is the matter, Heiwajima-san? Rethinking your desires?"

"No..." He said quickly as he took the folder in hand, "I just didn't think he would ever come back into my life..." The blonde was about to open the folder before Shiki stopped him.

"There are eyes everywhere Shizuo, perhaps open it in a more... personal enviroment." Shizuo rose a brow but Shiki spoke again. "There is a fine line between love and hate, I'm fairly certain you and Orihara-san no longer know what that is."

And with that the man left, leaving Shizuo to ponder the words pushed into his mind.

He took the folder to his empty apartment, the smell of cigarettes no longer bothering him as they once did, he nearly tossed the information to the table, trying to not think too hard on it as he grabbed a bottle of strawberry milk from the fridge...

"There is a fine line between love and hate..." He shivered lightly, he hated Orihara Izaya, he wanted the man dead...

Didn't he?

Had that not been what most of his adult life had been about? Had he not drempt of Izaya's death time and time again? He groaned softly, dragging a tan hand through his bleached blonde hair.

"Fuck!" He hissed, slamming his face into a pillow.

"I'm fairly certain you and Orihara-san no longer know what that is..."

Shizuo knew what what that gang bastard had been pushing towards, he didn't love that damned flea... he couldn't... it was near impossible to even like him!

He held the cell phone in his hand, that black little device that Izaya kept so dear to his heart, Shizuo could never understand what was so important about it... but he figured the flea was into some weird shit.

He plugged the phone into the wall socket, watching it light up as it charged. He figured a new phone would be nice. The blonde male watched the light flicker, the cell charging after so long of not being used. He sighed, taking it in his hand. "What's so special about you? He cared more about you than everyone else?" He asked softly, then the man groaned. "I'm talking to a fucking phone."

Shizuo figured he was going crazy, talking to a cell phone like it was the owner. He stared at the home screen, wondering what could be so important about it, he unlocked it, surprised at the fact that Izaya didn't password lock it... he would have thought such a paranoid man would have locked his most prized possession. He rose a brow, the default screen saver, so this wasn't Izaya's true personal cell, it was just another disposable.

He turned to the contacts page, looking down the extensive list of phone numbers, most under nicknames or false names that he didn't know who the owners were. He sighed softly, seeing a few he recognized such as "Doctor-chan" or "Celty" or ….

He stopped, almost smiling,

His name in the phone was Shizu-chan.

He would have hated the stupid name if he had seen it while Izaya was there, he probably would have threatened him, demanding he change it because as he said time and time again, his name was Shizuo Heiwajima, not some girly name like Shizu-chan for fuck's sake... but as he stared at the glowing screen with luminescent letters shining up, he simply smiled.

Perhaps it was because this was what he had left of Izaya.

Izaya Orihara had been a thorn in his side, a demon and for all Shizuo knew, he could have been the devil himself, the man was so sick a twisted, however now that he was gone, the city quiet and bland without his tricks, Shizuo felt himself missing the devil with red eyes, he found himself... wanting him back.

Shinra laid in his bed that night, the headless rider resting beside him though he knew neither of them would sleep. "Shizuo said that the lady who lives in Izaya's old apartment gave him all the stuff she found of his..." Shinra whispered, laying back with his head propped up on his arms behind him. "Unless he died, he wouldn't just leave it all there... Celty I..."

She stopped him.

"Go to sleep..." She typed, "Tomorrow will be another day, even if he's still alive, what can we do? What if he doesn't want to be found?"

But Izaya did... he wanted so badly to be found...

I hope you enjoyed chapter 2! If anybody wants, I may do the next chapter showing Izaya and what's going on with our baby!

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