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CHAPTER 2
SHOT IN THE DARK
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"Love is for fools. That's why I'm not surprised he has the biggest, stupidly honest love I've ever seen."
Honestly, it's disgusting.
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Orihara Izaya, reborn!
Tsukumoya Shinichi
Welcome, Orihara. What can I do for you?
Orihara Izaya
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Tsukumoya Shinichi
Orihara?
Orihara Izaya
Nothing. I just felt a sense of déjà vu
Tsukumoya Shinichi
Really. And here I thought you weren't into the occult.
Orihara Izaya
Déjà vu is not only concerned with the occult. Getting to matters, Tsukumoya, who is Tsuki? And don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about, why, he may even be you.
Tsukumoya Shinichi
I didn't deny it. But Tsuki is not me. He did come to me for information on you though.
Orihara Izaya
And you gave it to him.
Tsukumoya Shinichi
I'm sure you know as an information broker yourself, our job is to provide information. I'm not exclusively yours, Orihara.
Orihara Izaya
…Don't say it like that, it's disturbing. First Shizuo and now you. What, is there some trend of homosexuality I'm unaware of?
Tsukumoya Shinichi
I didn't know you felt that way, Orihara.
Orihara Izaya
Cut the crap. And speaking about Shizuo, you told him didn't you? That Tsuki guy.
Tsukumoya Shinichi
Like I said, my job is to provide information, I'm not concerned with the consequences. Tsuki-san has been watching you for quite a while. He named himself Tsuki because he was looking at the moon. He's quite an eccentric character, I might say. And he knows almost everything about you.
Orihara Izaya
Sounds like a lunatic to me. Or a stalker. He must be quite eccentric if he's associated with you. Now won't you tell me who he is? Do I know him?
Tsukumoya Shinichi
As you said, I'm associated with him so I can't betray his trust. But don't worry Orihara, he's the true mastermind, I merely provide information. I work for both sides, you can say, a neutral party. And no, you don't know him.
Orihara Izaya
Not Yodogiri then. I'm sure you've heard of the incident before this. Was he the one who provided information to the three gangs?
Tsukumoya Shinichi
Yes. Those gangs, I'm sure you've figured out, are part of the Dollars but they're the ones who stir up trouble.
Orihara Izaya
Looks like Mikado-kun isn't being thorough in his job. Perhaps I should do him a favour and send this little piece of information along to him. Ah and is Tsuki part of the Dollars?
Tsukumoya Shinichi
No. But he may be joining the Dollars soon.
Orihara Izaya
A new face in the Dollars. Interesting.
Tsukumoya Shinichi
Haha. May the best man win, wouldn't you agree Orihara?
Orihara Izaya
No.
Tsukumoya Shinichi
Really.
Orihara Izaya
May the Mastermind win – and that is me. Tell your friend, Tsukumoya, checkmate is mine.
Orihara Izaya, confirmed dead!
Tsukumoya Shinichi
Haha. Be careful, Orihara. Arrogance might just be your downfall. This isn't an opponent you can underestimate.
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Tsukumoya Shinichi's turn!
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Tsukumoya Shinichi's turn!
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Tsukumoya Shinichi's turn!
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Tsukumoya Shinichi's turn!
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Tsukumoya Shinichi's turn!
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Tsukumoya Shinichi's turn!
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When Izaya entered his apartment, he found a monster on the couch instead of the secretary he expected.
"What are you doing here?"
"Waiting for you to come back."
"Get out. You don't belong here. Where's Namie?"
"I sent her out. Told her I wanted to talk to you alone."
Izaya made his way to his desk, pulling out the chair and sitting down as he put his computer off sleep mode.
"Vorona told me you were attacked. What happened?"
"It's none of your business."
There was silence, and Izaya's hands flew across the keys, his gaze focused on the screen in front of him.
He was about to press enter when his hand was grabbed, and he turned to see a pair of hazel eyes.
"Let me go."
"No."
The black haired man was pulled out of his chair and forced against the glass. He looked up as the blond man loomed over him, trapping him.
"I've been patient with you. I've given you your space when all I want to do is make you mine. I'm worried about you Izaya, and you better tell me what happened before I lose it."
Shizuo's baritone voice dropped at the end, and Izaya stared coldly at the intense gaze.
"What do you want from me? Sex? Love? Don't make me laugh. We've been enemies for years, trying to kill each other and you suddenly go and turn this all into some romance monstrosity on your own. And you expect me to reciprocate?"
"Who do you think I am? I'm information broker, Orihara Izaya, lover of humanity. Even if you've suddenly fallen in love with me, there's no way I will ever return your feelings. I hold no responsibility towards you and your disgusting love. I have better, more important things to be addressed, and I'm not wasting my time with a monster –"
Izaya couldn't evade the lips that came crashing down on his, neither could he prevent the muffled cry as his back was slammed down onto the floor. His futile struggles were nothing against the monster who could shatter metal, and he gasped as his mouth was violated by a vicious tongue.
"Get…off me!"
The blond man didn't even deign him with a reply as he shoved his knee in between his legs and Izaya began to panic. He thrashed underneath the man in a bartender suit, flinging his hands out to push the other man off.
"Stop…stop, Shizuo!"
But the blond man seemed like a man possessed as he shoved the information broker's legs apart and pulled at the belt, his fingers cracking metal. Izaya choked on the air which suddenly seemed thinner as fingers pressed down hard on his wrists until they bruised.
"You beast! How dare you –argh!"
"SHUT UP!"
The black haired man clawed frantically at the hand crushing his windpipe with his free but weakening hands, his eyes growing wider and his vision getting narrower as his mouth opened to let out a gasp.
"S-Shizuo….Shizu-….chan…."
The fading words snapped Shizuo out of his trance. His hand released its grasp on Izaya's throat, and the man fell back, coughing and gasping as hazel eyes widened in realization.
"Shit. Shit, Izaya. I'm so sorry –"
'Don't touch me' Izaya's eyes screamed what his abused throat could not. Shizuo's hand stilled and he drew it back.
"…I'm sorry. This wasn't supposed to happen."
He looked at the bruises lining Izaya's throat with a weary gaze.
"Monster. You're right, Izaya. I'm a monster. I almost forced you, something I promised myself I would never do. But I love you. I really do."
His voice sounded as if he couldn't even believe the words himself.
"I'm sorry I hurt you. But you make me lose control. I don't trust myself around you."
"That's why, this is goodbye, Izaya."
"What?"
"I'm leaving. I'm leaving you alone, and when I return, I promise I'll be a better man. For you."
"…Yeah. Leave. Leave, Heiwajima Shizuo! Best idea you've had I'd say. Get out of my apartment, and never come back."
"…"
Shizuo stood up, looked at the one he loved as if wanting to kiss him one last time, before he turned and made his way to the door.
"Goodbye, Izaya. And….I'm sorry."
And then the hand resting on the doorframe was gone, and so was the man in a bartender suit.
I'm sure you know Nebula? There are methods, though not quite legal, to keep the Monster of Ikebukuro subdued.
Perhaps even permanently.
Izaya stared at the empty space as the words rung in his mind.
"…Don't get yourself involved in something you know nothing about. You're already a protozoic brain, you don't need the foolishness of love."
But the apartment was empty save for him and it seemed as if he was speaking to himself, for the one the words were meant for was not there.
"…"
Izaya clenched his fists, smiled twistedly, and told himself he wasn't losing his control.
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Somewhere in Shinjuku
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SMASH
CRASH
BANG
The tranquillity of the air was ripped apart like how the man was tearing the lid of a garbage can clean in half with his hands.
Orihara Izaya was absent, yet Heiwajima Shizuo seemed to be in a rage. But that was not what surprised them – what surprised them was the fact that the Monster of Ikebukuro was back, for there had been no violence enacted by him for a long while.
Even the residents of Shinjuku knew this, as many of them had encountered a calm Heiwajima Shizuo accompanying Orihara Izaya to his apartment, or walking along and acting like a normal civilian, as if he belonged in their city.
When a signpost crashed into a building wall and shattered glass, the adults of Shinjuku wisely chose to avoid the potential hazard and scampered away.
Each for their own – for Shinjuku was a more dangerous place than Ikebukuro, and there were no warning screams from the people who survived in the city where killings could happen in broad daylight with none the wiser.
The man in a bartender suit uprooted a lamppost from the ground, bent it in half like a twig, and threw it into the sky, where it spun like a boomerang into the distance.
There was a crash which sounded from miles away, but it was overridden by the louder noise that came from the smashing of glass from the vending machine slammed into the ground.
He picked the bent metal up with one hand and flung it, sending it crashing into a signpost, which in turn caused it to topple and fall down across the windscreen of some unfortunate person's car, causing cracks like those formed on the ground by the slam of the man's shoe.
His eyes flashed at the scene of destruction around him, and then he whirled, and swung his fist into the wall, shattering brick just as easily as he shattered glass, digging his fist into cement and tearing into his lip until he tasted blood.
"FUUCKKKKKKKKK!"
His other hand crushed brick into his hands into nothing more than dust, as the curse left his throat in a hoarse yell.
He uncurled his fingers, and dust fell from his hands, sprinkling onto the pavement like the remains of his demolished control.
"….Shit."
His back touched the wall, and he closed his eyes and lay his fists by his sides.
He took deep breaths, and when he opened his eyes, he lifted his foot off the dust that had once been solid pieces of wall.
"I just wanted to know what happened. I know what happened, but I just wanted to hear it from you."
"I wanted to hear….that you trusted me. That you could share your burden with me."
He lowered his head, and his blond hair covered his shaded eyes as he spoke, fingernails caked with dirt digging into the destroyed wall behind him.
"But I guess that wasn't to be. Haha…I'm an idiot, really."
Chuckling bitterly to himself, he lifted his head, gazing into the bright afternoon sky, as a dark storm brewed in his heart.
"You make me lose control. Whether it's love or hate, I can't hold back when it comes to you. I lose myself, and when I find myself again, it's too late. The damage is already done."
"I'm a monster. A beast, as you call me. But it's you who makes me be the monster you want me to be."
And then he lifted his back off the wall and emerged from the alleyway, shoving his hands into his pockets as he swept his gaze over the scene of destruction.
"…."
He turned away, and pulled his hand out of his pocket, bearing a pair of designer sunglasses. He slid them onto his face, pushing them up with a hand as he tilted his head, looking through purple into the glare of the sun.
He lowered his gaze then walked, a lone man into the distance, his heart as isolated as the street which bore its turmoil and hurt.
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A reception room somewhere in Ikebukuro
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"O-Oi, you bastard! I-I don't care i-if you're the monster of Ikebukuro you can't go in there you have no idea who you're messing with –"
Shizuo had very calmly raised a hand, and touched the knuckle to the man's nose.
He had not smashed his hand back, he had given the man's nose a backward tap.
Yet it was enough to send the man stumbling back on his feet, yelling in pain as he clutched at his bloodied nose.
"Arghhhh -!"
Still in a very calm manner, he pushed down his designer sunglasses, and the man's throat stopped moving.
Shivers wracked his body at the cold look in those eyes, as he felt as if a dozen icy daggers had pierced into his skin.
"What's happening here?"
"S-Shiki-sama! I – he….!"
"Heiwajima Shizuo?"
The man in a bartender suit turned, shifting his gaze. The older man stilled for the slightest moment, before the blond man pushed his sunglasses back up and spoke.
"Oh sorry. I didn't know you were having a meeting. It's really rude of me to interrupt. I need to talk to you, so I'll just wait outside until your meeting is done."
He spoke in a measured tone in polite Japanese, inclining his head slightly in apology towards the older men. He turned, and was about to walk away when the other man spoke.
"Just in time, Heiwajima. We were expecting Orihara's information. You're a bit early, but the meeting's going to be done soon. Would you mind waiting over there?"
"No. It's no problem at all."
Shizuo said, and walked to the wall, leaning against it. Shiki got up from the couch, calmly walked over to the man with a bloodied nose, and slammed his fist into his face.
The man choked as his face was smashed repeatedly against the wall and then whipped around as the Yakuza executive's sharp eyes bored into his terrified ones.
"First the Headless Rider and now Heiwajima Shizuo. Have you not been paying attention? Heiwajima is allied with Orihara and is thus our ally now – he is not an intruder. It seems you need another lesson to treat our guests with respect."
The man's mouth opened in a silent scream as his head was ground against the hard wall, and then grabbed and collided harshly with the ground. His eyes widened to their pupils as his superior's shoe crashed mercilessly onto his head, as he struggled to hold back the howl lodged in his throat.
"S-Sorry…my deepest apologi-es….Shi-ki—s—aughhh- -sama…."
The younger man stuttered haltingly as he struggled not to choke on the blood in his mouth.
In response, Shiki merely crushed his shoe into his subordinate's head harder as he spoke coolly.
"I'm not the one you should be apologizing to, am I?"
He was lifted roughly by the collar, his black eye struggling to blink away the blood and take in the sight of the Monster of Ikebukuro leaning casually against the wall.
"Now tell me, who is that?"
"H-Heiwajima Shizuo."
"And who is Heiwajima Shizuo?"
"Our…guest…."
"And what is the number one rule when we have guests?"
"To….ugh…always treat our guests with respect…"
"Correct. Heiwajima Shizuo is our guest, and you showed great disrespect towards him. Now what should you do?"
"Sorry….S-Sorry….Heiwajima-san…!"
The man in a bartender suit looked at him as if not really caring, then shrugged and said simply.
"It's fine. Not a big deal."
His countenance had changed, and he was melding into the wall as if he was a part of it, giving off a relaxed vibe, not looking at all willing to lift a hand to stop the unnecessary violence like Celty had.
But there was no emotion in his voice, and the man barely managed to register this, before his face met with the ground, as he stared dazedly at the tooth that had dropped out.
Shiki strode away from his bloodied subordinate as he spoke apologetically to Shizuo.
"I'm sorry for his rudeness, it seems I have been too lenient on discipline."
"Oh no it's fine, he didn't hurt me or anything. Would you mind if I have a smoke?"
"Not at all, go ahead."
"Thanks."
There was a cigarette in the man's hand, and a lighter in the other, and the smell of smoke soon filled the air. Shiki sat back down on the couch, leaning back into the comforter as he regarded the trembling man opposite with a smile.
"Apologies for the interruption. Now where were we?"
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"Have a seat, Heiwajima-san."
Shizuo took the seat where the terrified man had previously occupied. He blew another cloud of smoke, then removed the cigarette from his lips, holding it between his thumb and index finger.
"I'll get to the point. I'm not here to provide you with Izaya's information. In fact, from now on, I will no longer be by his side."
"Oh?"
Shiki's eyes shone with an amused glint.
"That's surprising, Heiwajima-san. I thought you loved him. And if your love was enough to overcome your previous hatred of him…."
He trailed off, but Shizuo didn't take the bait.
"Shiki-san. You have my respect, but I suggest you don't assume about things you know nothing about. I am still in love with Izaya, but things have changed. I will now be against him, for I see benefits in the long run."
"You're right. It's none of my business, my apologies."
Shiki said, but he still looked amused and didn't sound apologetic at all.
"So, what can we help you with?"
"I'm here for Slon."
"….Slon?"
"Don't try to hide it. I know the Awakusu-kai have him locked up somewhere."
"I see. Did you get that information from Orihara?"
"Not from Izaya. From another information broker which Izaya gets his information from."
"Orihara gets his information from someone else?"
"Occasionally. Back to the point, Shiki-san. Will you give me Slon or not?"
"….Slon is not under my jurisdiction, he's under the Awakusu-kai's. I require a good reason to hand our asset over to you."
"…."
Shizuo put his cigarette back to his lips. He leaned back, smoking slowly, then spoke.
"Because I can help you take Orihara Izaya down."
"Heiwajima-san, Orihara is our information broker –"
"Yeah I know. But I know after the Awakusu Akane incident you've been keeping close tabs on him. I know you guys need him for information, but you're not above disposing of him if he runs too wild out of your clutches. What I'm offering you is a chance to take him down, so that he will be just the Awakusu-kai's information broker, just that. And my lover, but that isn't relevant."
"…"
Shiki rested his chin on his hands, hunching slightly as he looked over to Shizuo.
"That's an interesting offer. What proof do you have?"
"Orihara Izaya manipulated Awakusu Akane."
Before Shiki could open his mouth, he continued –
"This is what happened. Akane found out that you guys were Yakuza, and that everyone feared her. She ran away from home, and you guys have been searching for her. Izaya decided to use her in his plans, and he got Namie and an imposter to take care of her. They gave her an amplified stun gun, told her I was an assassin trying to kill you guys. Because Akane still loves her family, she listened to them and attacked me. That's how I found her."
"This is where Vorona and Slon come in. And Celty. You asked her to be a bodyguard for Akane. Vorona and Slon were employed by Yodogiri to kidnap her. Akane said it was Izaya who told her I was an assassin, I left to kill him. Izaya framed me with you guys and I ran away. I ran to the top of Sunshine 60, and there I received a Dollars text. Thinking of it now, it was probably Izaya's doing. I got pissed the Dollars were kidnapping women and went to teach them a lesson."
"I told Ryuugamine I was quitting the Dollars. Shit happened, Vorona came by and stabbed me with a knife, pissing me off 'cause it reminded me of Izaya. I threw her motorbike at her, then chased her. Celty was there too. Akane must have left Shinra's after I left, for they were holding her in the compartment. I broke it open, rescued her, and left Vorona and Slon alone. After that you guys must have taught them a lesson. Vorona's working with me now since you let her off for some deal her father made, but you have Slon."
"Yodogiri is mad Izaya ruined his plan to kidnap Awakusu Akane, with me, so he stabbed Izaya, landing Izaya in the hospital. Since obviously he can't get to me. And after that it's another long story, which I think you know better than I do."
Shizuo drew a breath, inhaled and exhaled the smoke from his cigarette, then spoke.
"Izaya's smart. He sent someone in his place to speak to Akane so if in any way his plan failed, he wouldn't be recognized by her. At the same time, he still gave the name Izaya to Akane so if his plan failed, he would be expecting me who's pissed off with him to come seek him – giving him a chance to frame me with the Awakusu-kai."
"Impressive."
"Yeah I know, he's a smart little bastard –"
"Not Orihara. You."
"….Me?"
"Yes, you. Heiwajima Shizuo. To think you figured everything out before the Awakusu-kai. There was always a missing piece to the puzzle, and I'd wondered what it was. It all makes sense now."
"Not really. I just had reliable information, like from Vorona and Akane, and I put two and two together."
"The putting two and two together, or four and four is what's impressive about you. Orihara has underestimated you, indeed."
"….."
Shizuo tilted his head, as if trying to comprehend he was being complimented.
"….So you'll give me Slon?"
At this, Shiki's lips curled and he couldn't resist an amused chuckle.
"…Ha..haha…yes I'll give you Slon. But more importantly…."
He straightened, and held out a hand, his sharp eyes amused as if unable to believe he was doing such a thing himself –
"How would you like to form an alliance with us, Heiwajima Shizuo?"
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Half an hour later
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"Shiki-san, what's so urgent you had to call me out here and disturb my time with Akane-chan?"
In reply, Shiki jerked a thumb at the silent man behind him.
"…Heiwajima Shizuo? What's he doing here?"
"Akabayashi. Where did you and Aozaki put Slon?"
"Slon?"
"Yes. Slon. He wants Slon."
"…He wants Slon? I thought he wants Orihara Izaya!"
"….I apologize for his stupidity."
Shiki said in a deadpan voice to Shizuo, who chuckled in good humor and waved it off.
"It's fine. I sort of know this guy – Akane talked about him before. He's a good guy."
"Akane – oh yeah Heiwajima! You rescued her! Thanks a lot for that! It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Akane-chan talks about you as well!"
"Really?"
"Yeah, she says you're a really good onii-chan, gentle and kind. Though she still believes you're an assassin. Haha!"
"Ah, that. Well as long as nothing bad comes out of it, I don't mind."
Akabayashi looked at him, then smiled and walked forward, patting the other man's shoulder lightly.
"You're a good lad, Heiwajima. Well I personally don't see any use for Slon, he's not a beautiful woman – pity we couldn't keep that breathtaking beauty instead! I'd have loved to dance with her more."
"But – Slon belongs to the Awakusu-kai now. Yet I see you convinced Shiki, so I'm interested too. That guy isn't easy to impress, you know? Hey hey, what did you say to him?"
Shiki, who had walked off to smoke a cigarette, scoffed rather discreetly as his lips curved into a smirk around the cigarette.
"Give it to him, Heiwajima."
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A man with the built of a bodybuilder looked up when he heard the sound of a key turning in the lock.
The door opened and a blond man in a bartender suit entered the room. Knowing the destruction and violence the man could cause, his shoulders tensed.
- Why did the Awakusu-kai let him in here?'
- Is he going to finish me off?
"Slon –ah."
The man seemed to pause, then he went back to the door and pulled the key out of the lock, looking at it as if he was using a key for the first time.
"It's been a while since I used a key to open a door. I normally just smash them down."
"…."
The big man just stared at him as he spoke to himself, as he slid the key into his pocket then turned to him.
"Sorry, let me have a cigarette first. I had to recount the entire story to the red haired guy again and my throat's kind of dry."
"….."
Slon remained silent, but in his head were whirling thoughts.
- ….Is this really the same guy?
- The guy that even Vorona couldn't damage?
- Looks the same, but doesn't seem the same.
- And what's that about smoking a cigarette when his throat is dry?! Wouldn't a cigarette just make it worse?! They cause lung cancer!
- Or does his body work in a different way?
- ….I don't think even Vorona would know the answer to my question!
- Ah what should I do? Now I'm bothered again! I should ask
– no wait I can't ask, this guy may be here to kill me. I can't let my guard down.
Oblivious to Slon's ongoing conflicting thoughts, Shizuo let out a sigh as he inhaled and exhaled smoke, then moved forward towards his kouhai's partner.
"Slon. I'm Heiwajima Shizuo, and from now on, you're going to work with me."
"Why should I listen to you?"
Shizuo took a puff of his cigarette, then lowered his sunglasses and looked the bigger man in the eye.
"Because you want to see your partner, and I can help with that."
As he waited for Slon to absorb the information, he blew another cloud of smoke and said almost as if it was an afterthought –
"And if you don't, well, I guess you're no use to me alive."
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"Aozaki-san isn't going to be happy with this."
"When he hears Heiwajima Shizuo is on our side, he won't be able to object. Even he knows how strong that guy is."
Shiki said coolly. He lighted his cigarette, and spoke.
"Originally I was planning to use Slon to 'lock' Orihara anyway. So either way, Aozaki-san would have been displeased. He doesn't like that guy moving about freely."
"But now that Heiwajima is moving on his own, things have changed. Since he's going to keep an eye on Orihara, why not give him Slon whom that purpose was originally meant for? It's Heiwajima, and he'd be able to 'lock' Orihara even better than Slon can. Slon has seen that guy's strength – even he wouldn't be able to oppose him."
"And tell me, who doesn't want Heiwajima Shizuo on their side? Orihara is a fool to let him go. I would have thought he of all people would have used Heiwajima to his limits."
"Heh, you've really thought everything through, Shiki-san."
Shiki just shrugged in response to Akabayashi's words.
"I'm merely doing my job. Or rather, letting Heiwajima do it for me."
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As mentioned in Lies and Truth here's the chapter! I was tempted to do an April Fool's thing but decided it would be quite mean lol. Eh it took too long anyway. Sorry for witholding it but I now hope it's more clear why I couldn't and refused to post it until the second season ended. Shizuo would have spoilt everything, and I mean everything. In perfect order. Chronologically. Like him kicking the car through the van all the way to the Awakusu-kai headquarters and crushing Shiki and Mikiya.
As for the future of this story, well this story is complicated. Even as I speak I have no idea what's going to happen. I can establish the ground chapters but when it comes to the plot it's going to take time. Why...well Izaya has always been the mastermind and Shizuo the one manipulated. Now the roles have switched. Shizuo is the mastermind and Izaya is the one manipulated.
But Izaya is still a mastermind. But Shizuo is also a mastermind. In what story is there Mastermind vs Mastermind? I don't know. Not in any anime I've seen which has hero vs villain. Or even published books. Even canon setting only has one mastermind. So, I don't really have a reference. I have no idea what I was thinking when I came up with this. To be honest I've thought of giving it up before since it's so hard to write. Hm.
Back to the point. Izaya is still a mastermind. But he is to be manipulated. So I need to reconcile those two opposing meanings. I cannot make Izaya not be a mastermind 'cause that wouldn't be him. So while retaining that, he is to be manipulated. (Something like Yodogiri stabbing him without his knowledge though that isn't exactly manipulation).
Remember how Shizuo was the focus of the second season? How he thought on his own and figured out he was framed and resolved the situation all on his own? Yeah, it's something like that. Imagine Izaya in Shizuo's position. While still being a mastermind. And not knowing who is pulling the strings, unlike Shizuo who went to hunt down Izaya. Like he's a puppet on a string controlling other puppets through their strings.
Complicated, huh?
I'm not sure how many people are reading this but yeah. I won't forget about this story (I think) but I need to plan. How, I don't know yet.
Yup so that's it. If you have any questions feel free to leave them in a review or if you don't have an account you can message me through my tumblr on my profile :) Since I can't reply anonymous reviews until the next update.
Thanks for reading!