I DO NOT OWN DURARARA!

Another random FC/OC person like Katsuo is being added for sake of moving along the plot XD;

Enjoy~

Shiki sighed irritatedly and glanced at each of his bodyguards about the room, making brief eye contact. He wanted all of them on edge with the famed Fortissimo of Ikebukuro about to come crashing through his doors.

The subordinate who had been the bearer of the bad news had barely managed to scamper away from the doors when they were slammed open with strength belonging only to Shizuo Heiwajima.

'As if this week couldn't get any worse...Repair costs for anything this man breaks are coming out of Izaya's next pay.'

Izaya sneezed and wrinkled his nose mere moments before he heard a silky voice, definitely a woman's, outside, chatting with someone. Two guards by the sound of it. His keen ears managed to pick up most of the conversation.

"-ya Orihara's in here? Correct?"
"Who's askin'?"
"Oh, just a little insignificant information broker of Katsu's."
"-at do you want?"
"It's not what I want. It 's what our dear Big Bad wants. Now if you boys will excuse me, I have a job to d-" at that moment, someone decided to open the room's door. Said door was soon shut in the faces of two disgruntled guards by a woman with blonde hair in a loose braid over her shoulder.

Having seated herself on the chair in the corner, she looked at him silently, her cat-like eyes analyzing him and the situation.
His smile unfitting for his state as usual, he raised his handcuffed wrist slightly, "I'd rise to my feet to greet you, Miu, but I'm quite tied up as it seems."
The addressed chuckled softly and shook her head a bit, "Twenty-three years old and still meddling about, I see."
"Thirty-three years old and still doing the same, I see."
"Ever the cheeky bastard, aren't you?."
"With pride. What can I do for you?"
"Well, Katsuo, ever the dear, hired me quite recently and has basically sent me-" she rose to her feet and drew closer "-to convince you to join and tell him what he wants - or to at least draw some information out of you by any means necessary."
"Ah, Katsuo~. He's almost as stubborn as that protozoan."

Miu rolled her eyes briefly before she saying next, "Anyways, Iza-chan, you and I have some business to conduct."

"How formal," the younger information broker commented off-handedly.

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Shizuo growled, his fists tightly clenched. He was surprised he had managed to restrain himself thus far.

"I already told you. I have no plans to go rescue Orihara. You want him, go get him. But in the underground, it's every man for himself. If I waste man power on the damn fool, it could very well endanger our group."
The blond's brown glare intesified and he found himself rising to his feed and grabbing up the small table in front of him. Bodyguards and subordinates alike pulled out their guns to aim at the ex-bartender. However, a deafening blast not too far off caught everyone's attention.

Moments later, Shiki recieved a call.

Closing the phone and rising to his feet, the yakuza boss began barking out orders. Shizuo discarded the table and stormed over to him. "What the hell is going on?"
"What do you think? Katsuo's men are raiding the damn place," the older man replied irritatedly before returning to his order giving.
"Can't you even spare a few damn men to get that useless fle-"

"What part of 'no' don't you understand? He's on his own. Why do you even care?" Shiki's eyes pierced deep into the blond, "You want him dead, right?"

Shizuo froze on the spot.

'I can't just say that I love Izaya..I don't even know for sure. He's a bastard anyways and he deserves to die. Who knows, maybe if I let him die these confusing feelings will die too...But..I dont' want to see him hurt...even if he deserves it several times over.'

A "Hmmph" from the nearby yakuza boss, brought him out of his thoughts. "What are you standing around thinking for? You're Shizuo Heiwajima, aren't you? The man who throws public property on instinct? Do what you want, just get the hell out of here quick before I decide to have you taken care of," the black haired man said gruffly before returning to more pressing matters.

Soon, after slipping out of Shiki's hideout and picking off a subordinate of Katsuo's in the process, Shizuo walked quite a few blocks away before stopping and walking into an alley. He tossed the man of Katsuo's on the ground in front of him.

"Wh-What do you w-want? I-I didn't do nothin'..!"
"Talk."
"..What?"
"Talk. Now. Where's Katsuo hiding Izaya? Where's Katsuo? How do I get there?
"Oh, well, uh...I dunno who this Izaya person is but I know where boss is."
"Take me there."
"But the others will know I ratted boss out!"
Shizuo merely looked at him through his sunglasses, eyebrow raised.
"...But I don't like the idea of being cut in half by a street sign. All right, all right, follow me. But don't tell 'em it was me."

The blond sighed and shook his head as he followed the man out of the alley.

'You better be there when I get there, Izaya...'

I...have very mixed feelings about this chapter... Hopefully the next chapter will be as good as I imagine it to be

Please tell me if I missed any typos/spelled something wrong/messed up with my grammar.

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