Izaya didn't seem to be too happy about Shizuo insisting on making such a big deal out of his 'weaknesses', but he kept his mouth shut since there was no denying that he could use some medical supplies right about now.
"Right, so lets check the shelves for anything useful. Maybe there are some tools in here. Anything to defend ourselves with." Shizuo called out form the other side of the room, his gaze quickly taking in all the useless stacks of paper and office supplies on the shelves. From across the room, he could hear Izaya mumbling some grumpy retort.
"I'm pretty sure we're not going to find any medical supplies in here. Our best chance would be to check one of the cars outside, by law there should be a first aid kid in the trunk of every car." Izaya finally stated tiredly, without moving from where he was hunched over one of the lower shelves, rummaging through a box.
"Well let's check anyway. I don't really feel like going out there right now." Shizuo grunted, turning to the left to give the informant a disapproving stare from the other side of the room and accidentally knocking over several boxes containing metal screws and nails.
They both flinched violently as the nails crashed onto the floor with a loud clutter and rolled all over the ground. Izaya's disapproving stare was softened by the paleness of his face and the fear of alerting the violent beasts just outside in his eyes.
"You fucking clumsy protozoan." The dark haired man hissed viciously, turning to present Shizuo with a full glare this time. "If you continue to make so much noise, they're going to spot us!"
"It wasn't on fucking purpose, you damn louse." Shizuo replied heatedly, his voice barely above a whisper as well. Something shiny caught his eye on the shelf he had just emptied accidentally. With trembling fingers, he instinctively grasped for it, feeling cold metal meet his sweaty, sore skin.
In the dim light, he could hardly make out what exactly he was touching, but he picked it up anyway by what appeared to be a handle of some sort. His little finger slipped into some sort of tunnel at the front of the cool, smooth item and suddenly he knew exactly what he was holding in his hand.
"Holy shit!" He exclaimed, inexplicable relief washing through him. He ignored Izaya's perplexed stare and simply continued gazing at the item in his hand, not even noticing the informant approach with slow and wobbly steps.
"Let me see." Izaya murmured when Shizuo didn't move to show him what he was carrying.
"It's a gun." Shizuo muttered, vaguely puzzled by the prospect of holding a firearm in his hand. He never had before and it suddenly felt odd that he hadn't. After all, he had been involved in gang fights most of his early adulthood, and it felt odd that it was such a big deal to him all of a sudden.
He held it into the ray of light that made it through a crack in the door. Izaya actually whistled.
"Not bad. That's a magnum you got there. Pretty powerful, low capacity though." It was Shizuo's turn to look impressed.
"You know stuff about guns?" He asked, turning the magnum in his hand and sliding his thumb over the barrel in an almost loving manner.
"I'm paid to know." Izaya said cryptically. "You can shoot 8 times with this thing before you need to reload. It deals quite a lot of damage with just one shot. Certainly enough to at least slow those things down. We may even be able to kill them with this."
Izaya reached out with his hand expectantly and made a grab for the gun, only to grasp thin air, as Shizuo pulled it just out of reach suddenly.
"What are you doing?" The blond debt collector asked suspiciously, throwing the informant a skeptic glare.
"What does it look like? I wanna try this thing out." The informant said, wonder briefly flitting over his face, before he had full control over his expression again.
"Woah, I'm not giving you a gun that might be loaded." Shizuo insisted, pulling the weapon out of reach when Izaya reached for it once more. The informant's hand curled into a fist before uncurling and disappearing somewhere at his side. In the dark, it was hard to see it and the debt collector could somehow imagine that Izaya was flipping him off.
"I think out of the two of us, I'm the one who can be trusted more with a loaded gun. You don't even know how to use a firearm, not to mention your short temper might get me shot for some petty reason." Izaya sighed, cocking his eyebrows in an undeniably condescending way that made Shizuo feel a lot shorter than he actually was and almost made him forget that it was the informant who had to look up in order to look him in the eyes while they talked.
