Author's note: Hey guys, Shizuo here. I wrote this bit some time ago with the flea keeping a close eye on it so I hope that it turns out well for you. I apologize for any grammar mistakes or whatever since English ain't my first language. Anyway, I won't waste anymore time in blabbering. Have fun reading this and I'll be glad if you leave a review.


Title: And they lived happily ever after.
Rating: M (gore, adult topics)
Pairings: Shinra x Celty, Shizuo x Izaya
Disclaimer: We don't own Durarara! or any of its characters. We could claim to be the owners of zombies, but...Hm. We are the owners of the zombies. Howgh.


The Day. Outbreak is inevitable.

''Fucking bastard..''

A quiet cursed escaped the ex-bartender's mouth as he tapped his foot in impatience, breathing in deeply and breathing out. In a way, he tried to puff out in anger, blowing away all the rage inside him that threatened to blow up any second.

''I don't get it, he's supposed to be here.'' Shizuo heard Tom voice out, looking around the place in complete bewilderment. The man they're supposed to meet today to collect the debthe owned was nowhere to be found. The address that was given to him was exactly at Heiwa Dori, the West Side of Ikebukuro. So after the two made their way to the place, it was empty. The smooth, wooden counter seemed like it hasn't been used for some time. The chairs were unoccupied. The cupboards where all kinds of wine were once stacked at the back, were all gone. Nobody was there.

And that's where he realized it. Because at the front window, a small piece of paper was taped to the dusty glass, complete with crude writing that looked like it was written by someone who had shaky hands.

'Out of Business'

''That guy's running away from his debt.'' Shizuo hissed through his teeth, just thinking about that pathetic low-life made his blood boil. He's not gonna let anybody escape and chicken their way out. Tom shook his head in disappointment, and took a number of steps around the bar, heading to the exit.

''Let's go, Shizuo..We'll find some way to deal with Mr. Hashimoto later.'' Tom said in a tired voice, and Shizuo was sure that his boss sounded miserable.

It was stuff like this that gets on Shizuo's nerves. All these stupid scams and lies people had made to earn some quick money pissed him off to no end. He felt like it was always the same thing over and over again. Cheating and lying and borrowing and running…

''Arghh..'' The ex-bartender shoved his hands deep in his pockets, counted to ten, and followed after his boss out of the bar. His head hung low and his breathing even. Really, that scum's lucky Shizuo didn't know where he was. If he got his hands on him, he'll make sure to break all his bones before snapping his neck just like that. He'll torture that rat before he dies..

''Alright, that's the last of them.'' An agitated Tom sounded out as he went through the list of names with addresses. A list of people who reached the deadline to pay back the money. Shizuo stood behind him, a habitual scowl stretched over the man's lips, creating an undeniable aura of tension and anger.

''You okay?'' Tom tossed a look over his shoulder at his bodyguard with his eyebrows raised, clearly worried. With a quiet huff, Shizuo shook his head in denial and pushed the rim of his coloured shades up the bridge of his nose.

''I'm fine.'' He replied.

But he wasn't fine. The first time he dyed his hair, people had been so intimidated by him that they almost slunk back to hide whenever Shizuo was around. The title managed to last even after graduation, until he even managed to gain a reputation in the city. Maybe that's why Mr. Hashimoto ran away. Maybe it was because of Shizuo's feared reputation of being the 'Beast' of Ikebukuro. Maybe that was why people were terrified of just seeing him around the city. Whether he was having lunch or working, he still had eyes full of terror staring right at him.

There were some faint rummaging noises before a loud smack sounded out from inside the bar, as one of the tables knocked itself over. Shizuo and Tom jumped, and their attention was quickly back towards the old bar again.

''Ahhhh..'' A faint noise came from the back of the bar.

Shizuo scoffed and went back in the bar, thinking that he might be the man that they were after. There was definitely someone inside the bar. His face was a furious red by now as Shizuo went straight at the back end of the room, where he felt something pull his feet.

''What the…'' He looked down, and sure enough a pair of hands were crawling and scratching his loafers. Looking harder, it turned out to be a fat man dressed in a tuxedo and glasses, looking like he's been crying. Pretty pissed off, Shizuo delivered a strong kick at the man's face, knocking all the air out of his lungs and sending his glasses flying across the room. But he wasn't done there, because he tugged the man's hair sharply, forcing him to sit up.

''Stop, please..!'' The man pleaded, blood dripping from the scar he got from his forehead.

''Shizuo…That's not him.'' Tom said casually as he stepped in after the two. The man on the floor nodded rapidly, his hair was still in Shizuo's tight, iron grip. The blonde clicked his tongue before letting the man go, as he fell to the ground with a wheeze.

Shizuo stayed quiet as his boss calmly went towards the man, squatting down beside him. The man looked up at him with pitiful eyes. His expression almost reminded Shizuo of anybody who dared to stand in his way.

''Good afternoon. We're looking for the owner of this bar. Have you seen him?'' Tom asked in a smooth voice, straight to the point. Not asking for more, not asking for less either.

''He just left! Says he's going to that old warehouse just a few miles from here. That asshole…'' he spat, more tears brimming in his eyes.

Now that caught Shizuo's attention. The man was probably someone Mr. Hashimoto owed money to, just like them.

''Warehouse..? You mean the one in the suburbs?'' Tom asked.

''Yeah, says he's going there. I don't know why..! It's that video. It's that damn video…''

''Video?''

''The corpse.. It's alive…He has something to do with them. I just know it!'' The man started to spew his words out crazily. Both Tom and Shizuo were getting more and more uncomfortable.

Tom stood up and shot a bored look at Shizuo, one that said 'We have a job to do.'

As Shizuo and Tom made their way around the circuitous area, the sun was already high up in the sky. No trace of a single cloud was even seen through the crystal clear blue sky that day.

"Tch… I'll kill that guy for running away first before he pays his debt." Shizuo muttered under his breath. Paying no attention to his companion, Tom continued on walking ahead.

The sun glared mercilessly as the two walked in silence along the indistinguishable pathway. Thinking back to the clue left by the man, Tom felt his conscience feeling more and more unsure. Why the warehouse? No, he must have gone here. Where else could he have chosen to go?

Feeling a little indecisive at his sudden decision to look at the warehouse area, Tom wiped a sweat that perspired from his forehead with the back of his hands and took a quick glance around the area. Both of the men's clothing were darkened by now, as sweat soaked their entire body. The high surrounding stacked-up old crates predominated over them, making the area quite umbrageous.

It took them just a few minutes to arrive at the haunting-looking entrance to the warehouse. Having a much closer inspection at the abandoned warehouse now, it was creepily eery and lonely, even in broad daylight. Its door was broken and exposed, causing criss-crossing patterns against its walls. Before Tom could even speak, Shizuo was already walking past him at a fast pace, heading straight towards the door. He was at his boiling point by this moment, his face red with anger. Without a moment's hesitation, he knocked the door down with all the force he could muster. The door was annihilated completely under his incredible strength. Tom sighed mildly and followed after the extirpator.

Just as they stepped foot into the old and dilapidated warehouse, the distinctive odour of the rotting crates immediately filled their noses. It was dark, cold andpallets of all shapes and sizes lined up the building, along with broken pieces of wood and chunks of metal that fell apart. Up at the ceiling, lights hanging from strings looked like they were busted. Some even fell to the ground as the glass shards from the fluorescentlight bulbs shattered across the concrete floor. Tom looked around warily, beginning to doubt that the man they were looking for is even here in the first place. He glanced at Shizuo's back, as the blonde began to kick around pallets, the noises echoed through the warehouse.

''Shizuo, I don't think he's here.'' The dreadlocked male mumbled, his knuckles turning white. Tom wondered why Mr. Hashimoto headed to a warehouse, of all places? And that video the man was talking about earlier, about the corpse and how it was still alive. He knew how popular the video was, but he had no idea that he'd come across people who's obsessed with it firsthand. Paranoia kicking in, he shook his head with a sigh, as if trying to shake away all his thoughts that was starting to send chills down his spine.

After a minute or two of blindly searching around, Shizuo gave up begrudgingly. ''Not here..'' he spat, the tone of how he said it left a bitter taste in his mouth. He turned back and walked to Tom as slowly as he could, and Tom knew that Shizuo was extremely pissed off by this point. Stiffening, Shizuo's outrage was cut short and forced to disinflate as a loud and painful moan came from between the broken, foul-smelling crates of the warehouse. Swallowing, cold sweat began to form at his forehead, covered by the bangs of his messy, unruly blond hair. Tom gave a nervous side glance at Shizuo, as if warning him to stay quiet. Both had no idea what mess they've gotten themselves into.

While he had been squirming about in between the crates, another desperate groan escaped Mr. Hashimoto's lips as he scrambled about on the concrete. Having discovered that Shizuo and Tom was there, he shot up unsteadily, fire in his eyes.

''They're coming…They're coming for us!'' the man roared thunderously, and he sounded like there was a hint of madness in his tone. Tom looked at him cautiously, and Shizuo was starting to second guess his decision of coming all to way to the suburban area.

''Hahh?''Shizuo asked, confused.

Tensing up, Tom managed to muster his courage to speak up. ''Calm down, Mr. Hashimoto. We're only here to settle your—''

But before he even got the chance to finish his sentence, Mr. Hashimoto spat and trembled violently, his face drained of blood. His throat constricted horribly as he started to cough out phlegm. Shizuo shifted in his track and eyed Tom, unsure of what's he supposed to do. He couldn't possibly beat the guy up anymore, because he seemed like he was so afraid and miserable, Shizuo only felt pity for the man. Even though the anger preserved in the blonde throughout their entire journey here told him to end that vermin's life..Deep down, Shizuo wasn't a bad person. He longed for a life of peace. Shizuo was gentle and even though he was the perpetrator of the nickname, but he was never a monster.

Shizuo's guard was up and the only thing he could do was watch the man. Watch the man as he hacked and cough, sounding like he was being tortured brutally. His ebony hair looked course and his skin began to redden up. Tom gulped cautiously, preparing to turn back and head back in the city immediately. This guy was nuts. But he couldn't let him go just like that, could he? Mr. Hashimoto was still in debt, and it was their job to collect it, no matter what circumstances they're in.

''What are you still doing here? Find your own place to hide!'' he cried after a series of heavy coughing fits, loud enough to echo throughout the entire warehouse. Outside, the sun's disc started to disappear in the horizon, indicating that it was already evening. The sky darkened an orange glow and the warehouse darkened too, too dark that Shizuo couldn't see the man's face properly.

''Hide?'' Tom raised his brows. The tan-skinned man cleared his throat as he regained his composure. ''Calm down. There's nothing to hide from.'' Tom tried his best to soothe the obviously mad man, who reminded him of a village idiot.

''He's wasting our time!'' Shizuo broke the atmosphere and snarled, his patience running out. Out of his peripheral vision, the man's nostril's flared more.

And with a thud, the man collapsed at the ground.

'Shit, what the hell..Did he just die or something? What is happening?' ran through the blonde's mind.

Then, complete silence passed. Shizuo felt like the blood in his ears throbbed, accompanied by ringing noises. Outside the secluded warehouse, crickets started to chirp. A long, pregnant pause passed between them as a strange feeling of strained uneasiness waved over Tom. Mr Hashimoto groaned again, his head faced down on the concrete floor. As Shizuo observed him from a few feet away, Mr. Hashimoto suddenlyglared upviciously at the ex-bartender, with unusually huge eyes and a 's mouth parted open more and more as Mr. Hashimoto's large eyes slowly turned into something more of a grey, caesious colour. Time slowed up eerily as the man's body twitched and jolted.

Tom was too stunned to move, as fear kept him paralyzed to the spot. Their ears were then blasted by Mr. Hashimoto, who began to scream at such a high-pitch voice, stopping to cough in between. Drool leaked out from his mouth as he continued to spit and groan loudly at Shizuo and his boss. Shizuo gulped nervously, and for the first time, fear brainwashed him. Never had he seen such a sight.

''Rargghh..'' the man growled, almost like a tiger. As if the rotting crate odour was already not enough for the two, a foul, putrid stench emanated from Mr. Hashimoto attacked both Tom and Shizuo's noses. Something seemed familiar about him..

Of course. He couldn't see it in his eyes, but this guy was something else. Thinking about the video yesterday, everything started to click. Because this guy acted exactly like the corpse in the video. His demeanour, his actions, his sounds..

He was exactly like the corpse. Precisely.

Shizuo's eyes widened as he was rooted to the spot. He couldn't move, he couldn't even feel his fingers. His legs went numb and his face cold.

So as Mr. Hashimoto abruptly stood up and lurched forward at Tom, Shizuo couldn't even move a muscle. Tom yelped as the man sinked his teeth into his shoulder, blood forming at his clothes. The bodyguard doesn't even notice the pool of blood that dripped down as Tom fell down to the ground like a sack of potato. Worst of all, Shizuo didn't even protect him. He didn't even do anything.

''Tom-san!'' Shizuo voiced out, suddenly snapped back to reality. Tom laid there motionless on the ground in his own blood. And before he can even come to his boss's rescue, Mr. Hashimoto was already limping towards Shizuo, his mouth wide open, revealing his teeth.

A mixture of emotions bounced around inside Shizuo like a pinball machine. He was so afraid, so lost, so confused and most of all - angry. He was so angry that not only this guy freaking murdered his boss and good friend, but he was also angry at himself for not stopping him. If only time could turn back, just for a bit..then maybe he would've rescued , he couldn't do that. He had no choice but to clench his fists, the thirst for revenge pumped through his entire body. Shizuo looked down at the ground, his bangs covering his dark, chocolate eyes. And that's where he felt sudden hate. He felt deep, detestable hatred towards his guy.

''I'll kill you, bastard..'' Shizuo growled in an animalistic voice, with renewed determination fueled with vengeance. He was gonna avenge Tom.

Mr. Hashimoto didn't reply with any coherent answer, except for moaning and groaning. He didn't laugh, he didn't smile wickedly like Shizuo thought he'd do. No frowns either. All he did was groan lowly, as his body twitched and quivered repeatedly. Shizuo took a few steps back and bumped into a crate, causing it to fall down with a thud. The zombie continued to follow him, but very slowly.

Shizuo didn't turn around, keeping his eyes glued on the zombie. His hands wandered about behind him, until finally he grabbed hold of a small crate. After taking it in his hands, Shizuo took a deep breath as he aimed for the fast-approaching zombie, making sure his accuracy was extra deadly.

With a battle cry, Shizuo hurled the crate directly at Mr. Hashimoto with all the force in the world, hitting him on the torso as he fell to the floor. The tired blonde instantly approached him, while he's still laying on the floor. Shizuo panted for a while before he raised his leg, and stomped on the man's face again and again, crushing the man's putrescent skull under his powerful wrath. Blood spewed out from his ears, his nose, his eyes, and his mouth. Shizuo showed no mercy as he absolutely crushed his skull. Splat, splat, splat

The man's face was flat and unrecognisable now. Mr. Hashimoto was dead.

Moments passed, before Shizuo's anger disappeared. His face became more of a horrified expression.

He just killed a man.

He just killed a man with his bare hands.


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Next chapter: Tom is going to turn into zombie, isn't he? We'll see it thanks to Shizuo sticking around for a while.