I DO NOT OWN DURARARA!

Seeing as I'm sick right now I should probably be resting...^^;

Enjoy~


Shizuo had been staring numbly at the cell phone in his hand for the better part of his train ride to Shinjuku. When the train had finally stopped, he sighed and pocketed the electronic device.

'I can't believe this is happening...Hell, he's probably going to be giggling at his computer and then he'll poke fun at me and laugh at me...'

The ex-bartender was tempted to go back at that very moment. But he continued off the train, perhaps out of some hope that the information broker who was hated by so many could somehow love him back.

When the blond had arrived at the younger man's office, he found a long haired woman carefully stepping inside. No doubt Izaya's unfortunate secretary.

"...'Scuse me," he said.
The black haired woman turned and gave him a calculating glare, "...Yes?"
"..Think you could let me in for a moment?"
"Go ahead, I couldn't care less. By the way, if you see Izaya and he's not dead- or you don't kill him on sight -tell him I refuse to clean up that mess in there for him." After she said these words, the brown eyed woman turned and left.

Rather confused, Shizuo stepped into the information broker's office.

The light from the large windows illuminated the blood splatters on the wall and the blood which had pooled on the floor mere hours before. A multitude of knives were scattered on the floor, one of which was coated in blood.


Shinra wasn't surprised to find Shizuo outisde his door that day. He had promised him some money for watching over Izaya.

"Izaya's missing."
"Hmm?" the doctor raised an eyebrow at the blond's serious look, "Of course he is. At least from your house. He's probably back in Shinjuku."
"He's not there. I looked. Also..." the ex-bartender hurriedly fished out a black cellphone from his pockets. Following him pressing a series of buttons, he held out the phone to Shinra.
The doctor took it and frowned at the message. "I see..." He handed the phone back to Shizuo. "Well, I don't know who this Katsuo is but chances are he is a crime boss. You see, Shiki is one that Izaya works with."
"So this Shiki will know where Izaya is?"
"I never said that. And I doubt Shiki is in a pleasant mood wherever he is."

Without another word, Shizuo turned and briskly walked off.

"Sh-Shizuo..! Where are you going?"
"To find Shiki and then find Izaya."

Shinra's face contorted confusedly.


Izaya blinked his eyes blearily, unsure of where he was or what had happened. When a sharp pain shot through one of his legs and he let out a hiss, however, he remembered quite clearly...

It wasn't the first time he had found himself with a gun pointed at him.

"Don't bring a knife to a gun fight. You'll lose."

Only moments before, Katsuo had possessed only a dangerous glint in his eyes. Now a confident smirk was present on his face.

"My my, Katuso~. So quick to pull out a gun are we?"
"You pulled out the knife, my dear Izaya."
"Not so friendly now~ I can't handle you coming onto me like this~."
"Joking aside, Orihara, drop the knife."
"Come and get it~. Or are you scared~?"

A menacing glower came upon the crime boss's face before he returned to a calm smirk. "I have no reason to be scared of someone like you."
"Precisely precisely~," Izaya nodded, hiding any fear that may have arisen from the dark glare he was given.

The information broker made no attempts to run or move as he was approached. However, in the blink of an eye, when Katsuo was near him, the pale man sunk his knife deeply into the taller man's shoulder.
"You little bastard..!" the crime boss snarled through clenched teeth.
Letting out an arrogant chuckle, Izaya reached for another knife as he stepped back. However, Katsuo was faster than he had anticipated and his already wounded leg was not fully recovered.

Bang!

The younger man barely managed to hold back a yowl of pain as he crumpled down, his formerly not-injured leg now shot.
Moments later, he blacked out, the last thing he felt being the butt of Katsuo's handgun bashing him in the back of his head.

Izaya began to reach one of his arms back to touch where he had been struck but soon found that the hand he had reached with was handcuffed to the bed.

He sighed, "And I bet that the door is locked as well."

Reaching now with his free arm, the information broker gingerly touched the back of his head. He winced with a quiet hiss when he found the spot. His skull wasn't broken, but it hurt nonetheless.

Already less than pleased with his situation, the black haired man carefully sat up, putting as little strain or stress on his recently injured leg.

The room he had been confined to was windowless and barren of any furniture except for the bed he was handcuffed to, the small table beside the bed, and a chair in the farthest corner of the room from him. Analyzing the room further, he found no cameras.

"At least he made sure this damn wound was dressed..." Izaya sighed, carefully laying back and staring at the ceiling. "...Nothing else to do, I suppose, except to wait...Heh."


Shiki had been, for the better half of the past hour or so, glancing down at his cell phone, impatiently waiting for a response from Izaya. The troublesome younger man knew better than to ignore a warning from him, so there were several possibilities as to why the crime boss had not recieved an answer yet.

A: Izaya was sleeping and making up for the sleep which he always misses.

B: The damned information broker was screwing around and purposely not answering.

C: He couldn't get to his cellphone and thus was captured by Katsuo.

The black haired man sighed and tapped his foot lightly. The last option was unlikely since the younger man always had at least one cell phone at hand. However, it was also unlikely- no, inconceivable -to have the information broker dining out cheerily at a restaurant with his well known enemy, Shizuo Heiwajima.

But Shiki knew his eyes hadn't been lying when the limping black haired man had been watching the taller blond intently in the manner that he always did as the two of them sat together.
Scowling, the crime boss shook his head and rubbed one of his temples lightly as he glanced at his cell phone once more.

He had barely managed to confirm the lack of messages on the device when a rather frantic underling scrambled in. The crime boss scowled more, his brow furrowed as he inwardly cursed himself for hiring less-than-capable men and simultaneously opened his mouth. The underling cut him off, however.

"Sh-Shi-Shizuo H-Heiwajima i-is here..!" the trembling young man managed to squeak out. "A-and he says he w-wants t-to sp-speak with you a-about I-Izaya.."


Determined Shizu-chan is determined.
Also, what do you guys think of how I wrote Shiki? I don't have much time to read the light novel right now, not to mention he only appeared about once in the anime...yeah..I just kinda fudged the personality XD

Anyone recognize The Princess Bride allusion I snuck in there~? XD

Took me a while to get around to finishing this, it did. Especially since I'm not sick like I was when I started this.

Anyways, reviews are always welcome and VERY encouraged and wanted! (they help encourage me/remind me to write more)

Until next time~