Hello again! This is not really a full chapter but I thought I'd give you guys something that a few of you have been wanting. A lot of people were wondering what exactly was the nightmare that frightened Izaya so much. Well, now you get to find out!

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

Me: So wrap that up and stick it under the Christmas tree.


Unusual Absence

Izaya tossed and turned in his sleep, the nightmare he had previously woken up from was now starting again from the beginning. It was the same one every night and Izaya was getting sick of it. He knew it was the exact same dream that plagued his slumber, but it always seemed as if it was happening for the first time. Izaya would be part of the background, watching everything go on. Regardless, he tried his best to clear his mind and let the soft snoring of the nearby blond lull him to sleep.

"You no good miserable little shit!"

The informant was slammed up against the kitchen wall by an infuriated blond, "Is that what I am to you? When you are such a flea-ridden mutt yourself?"

Shizuo growled, "The only flea in this house is you! The day I squish you like a bug is the day I can die a happy man!"

"So you want to die?" Izaya pulled out his pocketknife, "I can definitely help you with that." He cut cleanly across the taller man's chest ripping the bartender clothing he still wore to work every day.

"Fucking bastard!" He roared as he threw the brunet across the table, causing a loud crash.

While the couple was in a heated argument, two other unnoticed people sat in the hallway just around the corner, hearing every word that was yelled or taunted. The bigger one was Shizuo and Izaya's son, Matteiru, who was about 13 years old. The younger one was Shinra and Celty's daughter, Epona, who was 4 years old.

Matteiru kept his arms around the small girl who was frightened by all the commotion. He hated it when his parents fought. Ever since he could remember, they never got along. The only reason they live together was because of him, the mistake that should never have existed. He pulled at his chestnut brown hair in frustration.

The teen peeked around the corner just in time to see them at each other's throats, threatening the other's life as usual. Epona whimpered as a vase hit the floor and shattered everywhere. He gave her a reassuring look.

"It's okay Epona, I promise."

She looked into his garnet orbs and nodded slowly, tears forming in her own eyes.

Matteiru took one more quick glance at his parents, watching as his father picked up the coffee table and smashed it on his mother's head.

In reaction to the noise, Epona covered her ears and started crying, making Matteiru immediately divert his attention back to calming her. But then he got an idea.

He licked his lips in hesitation as he thought about what he was about to do.

Leaving Epona's side, he stood up and listening for a moment.

"Awwwww, so Shizu-chan doesn't love me after all?"

"Ha! You've been nothing but a scheming motherfucker acting as a thorn in my side since the day we met! You are undoubtedly the cause of all my problems! I doubt that is at all the criteria for love."

Matteiru clenched his fists and, with tears prickling his eyes, acted on impulse.

Turning and seeing his battling parents come into view, they didn't even notice he was there, they never did.

With no time to waste, the brunet ran in the middle of his parents and pulled them apart, "Stop it!"

Finally, the two took notice of him.

Shizuo was agape, "Matteiru…"

With his head bent low, the boy still managed to glare at the older men, "How could you?"

There was nothing but silence as a response, so he continued.

"How could you two be fighting like this?" The teen said, his voice slowly rising in volume, "I know you two hate each other, and I know that I am the only reason you stay together." He got a look of rage in his eyes that showed almost an identical likeness to his father, "But, for once, could you have some goddamn decency to notice that there was a child in the house! A child that just might become afraid or scared when one person picks another person up" He proceeded to demonstrate by picking up his father, "and shove them up against the wall. A child that might also get scared if you throw a coffee table onto the other person's head! If you never acknowledge that I am in this house when you fight, at least acknowledge the goddamn child!"

"Matteiru, we've been like this since we met in high school." Izaya tried to explain, "It's part of our nature."

"That doesn't explain why you two can't at least try to get along."

Again the two were left speechless.

Matteiru lifted his head and pushed the mop of brown hair out of his eyes to show his tears, "Did you two ever consider that maybe I didn't like to hear you two fight? Did it ever really occur to you that I don't want to hear my parents, who typically are supposed to love each other, call the other a monster or a demon?"

He turned to Shizuo, "Dad, you call Mom a demon sometimes because of his red eyes. Does that make me a demon too? Go ahead and spit it at me like you do to him."

The strongest man in Ikebukuro looked absolutely heartbroken, "Of course it doesn't."

"And Mom," he turned to the man he called his mother, "you call Dad a monster because he has inhuman strength. I suppose I'm just a monster to you too then, right?"

The informant bit his lip guiltily, "No of course you aren't." he said blinking back tears, silently cursing motherhood for making his emotions hard to control.

"Well if that's the case, then I don't think it's justified for you to call each other that. It might be news to you, but every insult, every curse that is spewed, it kills me inside. It makes me wish I had died the day I was born. Almost every day I wonder, if I had never happened, if everything would be for the better." He covered his eyes, trying to hide the tears, "Parents are supposed to love each other. Can't you two at least try to care for each other? Because if you don't," he ripped off his long sleeves and lifted his forearms up to reveal scars scattered on his wrists, "you may just lose me in the process. Wouldn't that be great? Getting rid of the mistake that ruined your lives?"

Izaya enveloped his son in a hug, "Don't say that. You were not a mistake to us! You were just…" he fought to think of the right word, "an unexpected surprise."

"Bullshit."

Matteiru, due to all of his pent up rage and depression, snatched Izaya's pocketknife from where it laid on the kitchen counter and sliced a deep cut into his neck. All the couple could do was hold their only child close as he bled out on the floor, tears and blood combining in a salty mixture.

Izaya shot up out of bed only to be met with sunlight. He looked at the clock and saw it read 9:30am. Upon impulse, one of his hands wrapped around his abdomen, assuring him that the little life was okay. He caught his breath as he got up and made his way into the very kitchen that he saw in his nightmare, which had Shizuo cooking in it, in place of the horrific thing that he saw before.

"Hey." Shizuo greeted, "I'm just making some eggs if you want any."

There were no words as a response but instead he felt Izaya throw his arms around the blond and buried his head into the white half-buttoned dress shirt he was wearing.

The bodyguard was taken by surprise but saw the very same look in those scarlet eyes that he saw every time the smaller man had that dream, that nightmare that made Izaya a sobbing, trembling mess in his sleep.

He did what he always did when Izaya acted this way, he pulled the brunet closer and just held him there until the other was ready to let go. But this time he heard something from Izaya that was a first for these breakdowns.

"He looks like you."


*Matteiru has Shizuo's original hair color and style before it was dyed blond and he has Izaya's red eyes. He also partially inhabited Shizuo's inhuman strength.
**Epona is not based off of the horse from Legend of Zelda, it's a Celtic name that means "horse" and I thought it would be fitting since Celty rides around on a horse/motorcycle.

I hope you all enjoyed it and I look forward to seeing you next time!

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