Anri is out of control

A/N:- So this one is nearly over already. I said it would be short. Anyways, enjoy.

Shizuo was slow to wake up, his body still drained from that stupid drug. If it wasn't for the fact Shinra and Celty were in a relationship, he would throttle the illegal doctor for creating that stupid drug and creating a weakness the flea could and did exploit.

The other side of the bed was empty but that was a normal occurrence. Neither he nor the flea wanted to cuddle after they had finished. His movements were sluggish as he climbed out of the bed. A growl left him when something ran down his leg. That was another usual ocurrence.

Poking his head around the door, the blond yelled down the stairs not really caring whether Izaya heard him or not. "Oi flea! I'm using your shower!" Not getting an answer Shizuo hurried into the bathroom. It wasn't as if he was inviting him in or something...

Opening the glass door his tired body stepped inside turning the water on. Why was he even here? He had been given the perfect chance to end their chase and instead the blond had passed Michi to his boss Tom and chased after the flea.

Slamming his head against the wall he winced seeing the crack. Maybe if he was lucky the raven wouldn't see it. As of that would happen. It didn't make sense any more. Was he falling for the annoying flea? That was impossible, right?

It wasn't long before he was out of the bathroom to save Izaya's walls from further damage and getting dressed. It was time to leave before he ended up even more confused. Shizuo hadn't really been in the mood to stop and look around so he hadn't realized what a mess the place was.

"What happened?" Izaya was in the middle of tidying up.

"Someone broke into my apartment protozoan." He didn't know what compelled him to crouch down and pick up a few of the scattered books.

"Oh! Did you call the police?" Crimson eyes rolled.

"It wasn't one of my humans."

"...oh. Who did you piss off now?" Removing his cigarettes from his pocket, they were quickly snatched away and tossed onto the desk.

"You are not smoking here, protozoan." Glaring at the flea Shizuo snatched them back.

"I wasn't planning on staying." So why was he here in the first place? Why hadn't he left yet?

"That's a shame, I could use a guard dog." It was another taunt to try and wind him up. "At least help me tidy up. My secretary isn't here." Shizuo wasn't sure what made him help out, before he knew what was happening he was picking up the books and replacing them on the shelf.

"No not like that. They go in order." How was he supposed to know that? With a sigh he rearranged them. "No! That's wrong."

"Then you do it!"

The pair squabbled like children until the room went dark a shadow falling over them. "What?" Shizuo recognised the motorbike. A large scythe made if shadow slashed towards the window making the glass shatter covering the floor and desk.

"This has got to be a joke." Once again the apartment was a mess. "Celty-san, you're paying for that."

His best friend seemed too wound up to listen. "Celty? What's wrong?" The Dullahan thrust something in his face. Without the PDA it was difficult to communicate. "Wait is that? You found your head?" The shadow dropped revealing his friend's head.

"It's beautiful."

Izaya kept his expression blank watching the exchange, especially the protozoan. Who knew if he would be lovesick like Seiji. Even so the head had been returned to its owner, meaning the Valkyrie was in contact with the Dullahan.

"Aren't you going to put it on?" The room turned cold, the cat helmet rolling off as the shadows vanished.

Not yet. I'm scared. Izaya read the message.

What if I lose my memories? He could see why she was afraid, even more so with Shingen back. The pieces connected and he knew why the Dullahan was here. Not to see him but the fortissimo.

Please. Shizuo, can you look after my head? Just until Shingen goes and I can talk to Shinra. Please? So predictable and easy to read. Fixing his crimson gaze on the faux blond he waited for the answer he knew was coming.

"Celty, are you sure? I don't think it will be a good idea." Or not. The brute was unpredictable as usual.

Please. I trust you. Izaya smirked brushing glass shards from his desk. "Are you going to let down your best friend? Shizu-chan." He saw the blond everyday, at least he would know where the head was, it would be easy enough to take back.

"...okay. I'll protect it for you." Just like that he was a step ahead of Shingen.

The pair left his apartment still a mess, the container being held by the blond. Izaya tilted his chair brushing the glass off. Spinning in his favourite chair the raven threw his head back and laughed. This was perfect. The head was back in his possession, since Shizu-chan was his. Now to track down the troublesome Valkyrie.

Something told her not to leave her apartment. Things were becoming better, the emptiness in her heart was slowly being filled by her friends Mikado and Kida. Maybe she could finally allow herself to become happy.

Something was wrong with the possessed sword Saika. It happened occasionally, the cursed blade would quiver inside her as if scared. But why would such a weapon be afraid? Not only that, there was a feeling of being watched. It sent a cold chill down her spine, making her confused on whether to split with her two friends and go her deprecate way or let them know. It was an odd feeling, wanting to protect someone.

Today the blade was silent, a constant shiver running through her. It wasn't a good feeling being scared for no reason. Brushing her long hair, Anri was ready to leave. Behind her the phone began to ring. No one had the number so it wasn't either of the boys. Something inside her screamed not to answer.

She did so anyway, hearing static from the other end. "Hello?" At first there was silence. The fuzziness remained in the background becoming louder every second. Anri dropped the phone backing away. Held tightly in her grip was Saika, blood running down the hilt.

He will not love us. The voice in her head was shrill and terrified.

The raven haired teen stroked the blade trying to calm her internal companion down. Love cut love. It was happening again. The mirror on the wall caught her reflection, her mouth set in a thin line, eyes dull and glowing an eerie crimson. Love. Cut.

The blade shook when she picked up the phone. This time there was a low whispering that seemed to snake inside her mind. Dropping the phone, her feet moved unable to stop. She found that she couldn't talk or let go of the blade she was holding.

Usually she and Saika were one, this time she was trapped, somehow forcibly bound to the cursed blade. The shrill voice was gone, Saika had fallen silent. The door opened and then she was stepping outside without a clue of where she was going.

Shizuo sighed letting Celty into his apartment, carried safely under his arm was the dullahan's head. He still wasn't sure about protecting it for her. His reputation was as the destructive fortissimo. Why did he agree to look after something so precious?

Michi was running around his legs, barking happily. "Hey! In you go." It took a few attempts until all of them were inside.

Thank you for this. It was too late to turn back now, the promise had been made.

"No problem. Do I need to do anything?" It looked like the head was sleeping. Did he need to take it out at any time?

I don't think so, it looks like the container is sealed. The question now was where did he put it? It would be cruel to place it in his wardrobe or somewhere dark. "Are you going to tell Shinra?" The cat helmet rolled forward hitting the floor, his puppy giving a sharp yelp.

I don't know. Not yet. Not while Shingen is around.

"It's your head, I'm sure he'll accept it." Holding up the container, Shizuo took a better look. His best friend really was beautiful, somehow he knew she would have long flowing air, no doubt her eyes were bright no matter what colour they were. "You really are beautiful."

Shizuo smiled seeing the flat shadows spike into little heart shaped puffs. Whether it was because of what he said or the fact Michi had clambered up into the dullahan's lap he didn't know. "Again?" He didn't mind the Labrador showing affection to other people, it didn't look like Celty minded either.

The puppy was nuzzling her hand. He's adorable. Man's best friend indeed. Do you think I could get one? If she reconnected her head, she might be smiling or laughing, or she might be completely emotionless. Thank you again, Shizuo. I'm not ready yet.

"Then I'll keep it safe until you are." Like that he had become the new owner of the head. Placing the container on the table, Michi jumped off of Celty's lap and onto the table. "Michi, no." To both their surprise the puppy gave the container a small lick, curling around it.

Looks like it's in good hands.

Celty felt like a weight had been taken from her shoulders. Her head would be safe with Shizuo. Her beloved horse Shooter gave a questioning neigh when she climbed on and started the engine. There were no regrets as she sped off going as fast as she wanted. After all those years it was finally back. A little longer wouldn't hurt.

Her mood quickly changed when she realised she was no longer alone, a white motorcycle was close. "Pull over!" Panic shot through her. It was the traffic cops. Urging Shooter to go faster, Celty tried to get away from them.

They alone scared her more than aliens, the bright flashing lights and how they persistently kept up with her. "Pull over!" Underneath her helmet, her shadows were spiking like crazy, a cold chill running across her skin. Right now there was no way she could return to Shinra without losing her pursuers.

Anri didn't stop walking, the buildings passing her by. She might have caught sight of Mikado and Kida messing around. They didn't see her and they didn't hear the words desperately screaming in her mind trying to get out. Since the phone had been answered she had become a puppet on her way to the one that held her strings.

The apartment she stopped in front of was familiar, the door was already open when she reached for it. "Thank you for answering my call." The man had a gas mask on, in his hand was a string. Hanging from the strange thread was a jagged silver shape glowing an eerie red.

In her head she could hear Saika screaming, her feet moving closer. "I didn't think you would resist getting your last shard back. All that love you try to get back." It was the blade that moved her hand, desperately trying to grasp the missing piece of the blade.

Anri blinked staring at the scene no longer through her own eyes. Her skin had a crimson hue around it. It looked like Saika had finally possessed her completely. "Give me my core back." It wasn't her voice any more.

"I'm not evil. I'll hand this back to you if you collect something for me. The Dullahan's head was taken by a Valkyrie. I want it back along with the Valkyrie. If anyone gets in your way you can do as you wish." Anri felt her head move, the cursed sword making an agreement.

"Love...cut...love...cut..."