Hello again everyone. Sorry its taken a while for me to get a chapter up. I actually had a really good idea come to me a couple of weeks ago but never got around to typing it out. This thing has been sitting on my laptop half-finished for like 3 days now. But I digress...

Izaya: Cookie doesn't own Durarara or its characters.

Me: And who all wants a season 2 of DRRR? *hands raise* Thats what I thought...

WARNING: Chapter contains religious references that may offend some readers.


Unusual Absence

Izaya grunted a little as he tried to get used to the compression shirt he was wearing. Black was slimming, yes, but it wasn't slimming enough to hide his curves. It didn't do much, but it sure as hell helped in terms of looking 20 pounds lighter. There was no way he was going to take the chances of someone getting wrong idea. He's been cooped up in Shizuo's musty apartment for the past 2 weeks and it's been driving him insane. But, his nausea was all gone and Izaya had felt as if he was his old self again, even though he definitely wasn't. So he was making some calls with some old clients. Right now, he was patiently waiting in the elevator to get to the desired floor.

The brunet adjusted his compression shirt and then his regular V-neck shirt. He also buttoned a couple of the buttons on his fur-lined jacket just in case. If there was anything he knew about the informant business, it was that everyone is very observant. You have to be on your guard at all times. At last, the elevator dinged and the doors opened to reveal his boss, Shiki's office.

"Ah, Orihara Izaya." The man greeted his subordinate, "It's been a while since I have seen you. I've gotten quite a few unhappy calls from your clients."

Izaya shrugged and stuffed his hands in his pockets, "Yeah I know, boss. I've not been feeling like myself lately. But today I was feeling a lot better, so I decided to make up for lost time."

Shiki smiled approvingly, "Glad to hear it. You're one of the best informants I've got. And I don't recall you ever calling in sick before."

"Well I suppose I just got a bug that was going around." Said informant lied to his superior.

"And we will make sure that doesn't happen again, won't we?" The older man said, lacing his fingers together.

Izaya nodded, "Yes sir."

Shiki pulled out a cigarette and lighted it within seconds, soon puffing out a cloud of the poisonous smoke. Izaya tensed the second he clicked that lighter. This wasn't good. His mindset became focused on the small being that had been squirming due to the restricted space it had. He bit his lip in annoyance.

What the hell was the brat doing? Practicing his vault jumps or something?

A voice shook him from his thoughts as he was brought back to reality, "I'm sorry, what?" he said.

Shiki took another swig from his cigarette, "Are you sure you're okay, Orihara? You got a stomachache or something?"

It was then that Izaya realized that he had his hand resting on his abdomen for God knows how long.

"It's nothing, sir." He said, masking his panic well.

"Well I'm glad you are feeling somewhat better so that you can continue working. I expect a lot from you, Izaya." Shiki said with another puff of smoke.

Nodding and trying not to breathe in the deathly smog, Izaya hurriedly went back into the elevator.

Once he was in there alone, he let out a deep breath and lifted the compression shirt. He put a hand over his round midsection

"Would you cut it out? Stop practicing for the Olympics, you little shit. I'm trying to do some work." He knew he probably would have looked like a complete lunatic to anyone else, but who the hell cares? If the monster was gonna piss him off then he needed to be scolded.

The next place he was headed was one of the nearby chapels. He liked to check up on the religious side of the world every now and then. Walking in to the one down the street, he was just in time for a service to begin.

Taking a seat and preparing for a snooze fest, he then noticed quite the interesting human sitting about 5 seats away from him. A young teenage girl—about 17 years old—was clutching a newborn baby tightly to her chest as if it was her life. She had long, tangled brunette locks, and she wore black stretch pants with a black hoodie.

As the sermon continued, Izaya couldn't help but glance over at the girl continuously. It almost seemed too correlated to be real. But she was sitting there, listening to every word the man was saying intently. Humans fascinated the brunet, but this one in particular was mind-boggling. And the small infant in her arms slept soundly like there was nothing in the world that could wake it up.

When the pastor was done preaching, he called for music to play as people could come up to the alter and pray.

Everybody stayed silent as soft music was played on the organ. Izaya practically fell asleep until he noticed the teenage mother get up slowly with her child tight in her embrace. She made her way gradually up to the alter and sat on the steps, hunched over her baby. The informant's blood ran cold when he saw tears fall from her youthful face. He just sat there and stared as the teen kneeled above her child with her eyes shut tightly, tears flowing freely down her face.

Unable to handle it anymore, Izaya got out of the chapel as fast as he could. He didn't know what he had just experienced, but it was something that even he himself couldn't figure out. The image of the teenager praying over the small infant remained burned in his head.


Shizuo sat with Celty in the park. He felt like he was having a fucking midlife crisis. He had to talk to someone.

"Celty… what am I supposed to do about this?"

Thinking for a moment, the dullahan clacked on her PDA, [I'm not sure, Shizuo. We dullahans don't really deal with those sorts of problems.]

The blond read the text and proceeded to groan and put his head in his hands, "I hate this."

[Have you two made any preparations for the child?] Celty typed out.

The bodyguard scoffed, "Are you kidding me? Of course not. We haven't discussed names or anything. But I guess you need to know the sex of the kid for that right?"

The dullahan's sudden movements signified that she had remembered something. The text showed that she had.

[Oh that reminds me, Shinra wants you and Izaya to come see him later today to find that out. Izaya is 21 weeks now, which is over halfway.]

"Over halfway? But it's only been like a month since this whole thing started!"

[Actually, Izaya conceived 5 months ago. You two just didn't find out until he was nearly 4 months along.]

Shizuo rolled his eyes, "Okay, in my defense, that mangy flea hid himself away for those 4 months in goddamn denial."

Celty mentally sighed and typed out one last message, [Just make sure that you and Izaya are at Shinra's before this evening.]

Nodding, Shizuo got up and went off to track down one particular louse.


A few hours later, Shizuo got home after looking for a certain brunet. The search came up empty. The strong man looked at his watch—it was nearly 5 o' clock. He groaned and made his way into his bedroom where he found a giant lump in the sheets.

"Izayaaaaa…" the blond growled as he finally found the man he had searched all over Ikebukuro for.

Throwing off the covers to reveal the sleeping informant—who had no shirt on—Shizuo quickly noticed that fact and flushed. Swiftly turning and facing the other way, he kicked the bed multiple times until the flea had woken up.

Having just been disrupted from his peaceful slumber, Izaya sat up with a huff to glare at the person responsible, "Shizu-chan, why the hell did y-"

"Put a shirt on."

A short silence.

"Excuse me, what?" the brunet sat there, his mouth agape.

A grumble rose in the taller man's throat, "Goddamnit flea, I said 'put a fucking shirt on'!"

Another minute silence, "Oh." Izaya looked down and saw that he was indeed shirtless, with that godforsaken bulge showing.

He grabbed for his black long-sleeved V-neck and saw the compression shirt lying beside it. Mentally debating in his head, he decided to leave it there.

"The monster is moving around a lot more." Izaya mentioned, slipping his shirt over his head.

"Really."

"And it's fucking annoying too. Little shit makes my back hurt and everything."

"Izaya."

"Huh?" The brunet stopped while in the middle of putting his fur-lined jacket on.

A sigh emitted from the other man's lips, "We need to get serious about this."

"What do you mean?"

Shizuo grabbed Izaya's shoulder and gripped it tightly, "I mean we need to stop screwing around and figure out what the hell we are going to do."

Izaya winced a bit at the man's vice grip, "I don't really feel like talking about it now. Or ever."

Placing his free hand on the the informant's other shoulder, Shizuo forced Izaya to sit down on the bed.

"Look here, flea. According to Celty, you are 21 weeks which means we need to start getting stuff ready." The blond spoke in a deathly serious tone, "We need to decide on a name for the kid—which means you need to stop calling it 'monster' and other things. We need to get childcare supplies. And most importantly, we need to find out that thing's gender."

A few seconds passed before Izaya responded, "Do you really think I'm that stupid that I haven't been thinking about that? Of course I have. In fact, I recall Shinra wants us to meet him pretty soon. I've already decided on what names I would want. I can't tell the sex of it though. It's too flexible to be a boy but girls do not kick that hard. I want it to be a boy though. That way I can teach him how to be drop dead gorgeous like me."

Shizuo rolled his eyes at the brunet's narcissism, "And what would you want to name it if it were a boy, since I apparently don't get to choose."

Izaya giggled a little, "You'll get to choose the middle name—don't you worry your empty little head."

He stood up and motioned toward the door, "We need to go see Shinra, c'mon."

"Wait." Shizuo said, making the informant stop, "You never said what name you wanted for a boy."

Izaya had his hand on the doorknob when he took a long pause.

"Matteiru."


God, that ending was sappy wasn't it? But I had like 1100 words typed out on this originally but felt it was way too short and I really wanted to add more. That is why it sat on my computer forever and ever.

*Matteiru means "waiting" in Japanese.

Pepsi: REVIEW TO FIND OUT THE SEX OF THE CHILD!

Me: And to keep me alive. Because you know... without these I'd probably be dead right now... no I'm serious.

Love you all! Bye! And to people reading Mating Season, I am SO SORRY! I am working on the bonus chapter we have planned and then I'm DONE.