Took me long enough, didn't it? Yeah I know it's been over a month, but it's been SO HARD ASDFGHJKL I literally would type something and then backspace it because I hated it. It took me nearly a week to write just this much! A WHOLE FLIPPIN' WEEK! And on top of that, I've been sick for the past few days, so yeah.

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

Me: So don't make me send GLaDOS after you with Wheatley and some deadly neurotoxin.

Unusual Absence

The sun is shining, and the sky is a deep blue. It seemed like a normal, peaceful morning at the Heiwajima residence. If only that were remotely true.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me…" an annoyed voice rang out in the small apartment, "You have got to be fucking kidding me!"

Shizuo heard the sound of angry footsteps and turned around in time to see Izaya looking utterly pissed off.

"What's the matter, flea? Stub your toe or something?" he said with little care in his tone, returning to what he previously doing.

The brunet in turn put his hands on his hips, "No! My favorite rings won't fit!"

Eyes rolled behind cobalt shades, "I thought you never took them off."

"I don't!" he grumbled, "But they were making my fingers ache last night so I took them off before I went to bed. And now they won't fit back on!"

"Put them on one of your smaller fingers."

"No."

Turning back around again, the blond grabbed ahold of Izaya's fragile wrist, inspecting the 5 digits, "Your fingers have swollen. Shinra said that's a common side effect."

The informant huffed as he crossed his arms against his chest, "Side effects can go to hell. I've never heard anything about women having their fingers swell. Usually it's all about them having weird cravings or something else really stupid."

"Maybe they aren't all the same, how the hell should I know?" Shizuo growled in frustration, "I don't know anything about this dumb pregnancy shit."

"Well what am I supposed to do with my rings?" Izaya said, unhappy the topic had been changed from what seemed more important.

Shizuo dismissed the brunet with a wave of his hand, "Eat them, throw them in a lake, put them on eBay—does it really look like I give a damn?"

Throwing his arms in the air, Izaya gave up and left the room. Shizuo sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as he heard the bedroom door slam, "Greedy little rat…"

Izaya shut the door behind him, making sure it was as loud as possible.

He sat on the bed with a grunt and rested his head on his hand, the other wrapped around his stomach. He bit his lip and squeezed his garnet eyes shut, feeling a familiar wetness forming in them. What this kid was doing to his emotions was enough to make Izaya want to scream in frustration. He's cried more these past several months than he has in his entire life. He couldn't even remember the last time he shed a tear before this whole sandstorm blew into his life.

A sudden thump against his hand startled Izaya out of his thoughts. He looked down at his growing abdomen in shock as he cautiously touched his stomach again. After waiting a few more seconds, another thump was felt, making the brunet jerk away his arm almost immediately as if it had just bit him.

"Izaya! I need to take care of some work-related stuff with Tom. I'll be back by midnight." The blond's voice was heard from inside the dark bedroom.

"Yeah, okay, bye." Izaya replied loud enough for the other man to hear.

Taking a deep breath, the informant got up and glanced once more at the crib still sitting in the box that it came in. A feeling deep down told him that it would never get put together. As he passed the dresser, he saw the ultrasound picture Shinra insisted to give them. The couple was very reluctant about it, so much that Shinra said he would pay them to take it if they had to.

His train of thought was interrupted by a pain in his lower side. He gritted his teeth as he winced from the throbbing.

"That was my kidney you just kicked." He said, talking to his stomach even though he figured it couldn't hear him, "Try aiming it near a vestigial organ next time rather than one that I need to live."

Once Izaya made it into the kitchen, he reached into the fridge and pulled out some ootoro. He made Shizuo buy it in bulk since that's all he ever felt like eating. Not that he really complained since he loved eating the sushi anyway. And the bonus was he didn't have to go out in public to get some at Russian Sushi.

He glanced out the window and tried to remember the last time he had gotten to take a leisurely stroll out in the crowded urban streets. It was something he was so used to doing originally, but now if he walked out there, who knows what would happen?

As the fatty tuna melted in his mouth, the brunet started to feel a slight pounding in his head. At first it seemed very minor, and he wasn't bothered by it thanks to the apartment being so quiet. But within the next few minutes, he could feel the pain increasing little by little.

Getting up from the couch with a little bit of effort, he walked casually to the bathroom and popped a few pain pills to ease the pain. It definitely seemed to help at first. He could already feel the migraine dissipating as he sat back down to finish his food. The rest of his time eating was spent in silence, but that changed when he had finished cleaning up. As he turned away from the sink, he could see little black dots dancing in his vision, and he began to feel faint.

Fumbling for his phone, he hit Shinra's speed dial and waited impatiently for the scientist to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Shinra, it's Izaya." The informant said, his vision becoming a bit blurry.

"Oh hey, what can I do for ya?" He chirped happily on the other line.

"I'm actually feeling kinda bad. Could you get Celty to come pick me up and I can stay there for a bit, I'm alone here."

The ecstatic tone in his friend's voice faded, "Sure thing. I'll send her over immediately."

"Thanks."

He flipped the phone shut and leaned up against the kitchen counter. He could tell that it was going to be a long night.

Shizuo came home that night at about 10:30. He'd been gone for about 5 hours. Needless to say, he was a bit shocked to find that the brunet was not waiting around at home for him like usual. It wasn't until after he had dropped his stuff by the door, taken off his bow tie and vest, that Shizuo noticed the note sitting on the kitchen counter:

"Shizuo, Izaya wasn't feeling well. Come to Shinra's. –Celty"

Putting his cigarette out in the ashtray nearby, he sighed and put his vest back on, not bothering with the bow tie.

Once he made it over to Shinra's place, he wasn't nearly as prepared for what was to come when he was face to face with his long-time friend.

"So what's wrong with Izaya?"

The scientist adjusted his glasses, "Well, Izaya called me up saying he wasn't feeling all that well. So I gave him a brief checkup. What I found was, not only did he have spotty vision and migraines, but he also had a temperature of 100.8, which is not really that great."

"Then what was so important that you felt you had to make me come over here after a long day of work?"

"We apologize but we thought you might be interested in staying for your child's birth after all."

Previously studying the ceiling tiles, Shizuo's attention snapped back to the bespectacled man, "Wait… what did you just say?"

"Shizuo… Izaya is in preterm labor."

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