I don't own durarara.
Warning: Future yaoi and swearing.
Alternating povs.
"Hey," Shizuo said, as he walked closer to his boss. Tom just nodded his greeting before putting out the cigarette he was smoking.
"Everything good?" his boss asked.
"Yeah, sorry about yesterday," he awkwardly apologized. No matter how many times he had apologized to Tom for his anger, it never seized to make him feel awkward.
"No worries. But today we have a client that is stubborn, and he owes a good amount of money, so try to restrain your anger. If he becomes difficult, I want you to scare him, but don't hurt him too much. I don't want to wait another few weeks to receive the money," Tom seriously said, but didn't look angry at him so Shizuo didn't feel that guilty.
Today he didn't feel as tense as he did before, even with that annoying conversation he had with the brunette during breakfast, he didn't feel annoyed.
Still as they met with the client, Shizuo found it a bit hard not to hit the man who was currently acting as if he was the victim.
"I don't owe any money anymore!" the man said, trying and not succeeding in convincing them that they were the ones that were lying. Tom had already confirmed that all the excuses the man made did not make any sense and the man kept changing his story about how he no longer owed money.
Shizuo heard his boss sigh in frustration before he turned to him, and told him once more to only scare him and not really hurt him.
Doing his best not to lose control, Shizuo walked closer to the man, who at the moment was staring at him and trying hard not to show his fear. Still, the fear was evident and with a crack of his knuckles, the man began to sweat. His confident mask cracked the moment Shizuo stood before him; tall and with a menacing stance.
"W-wa-wait! I just need some t-time," he said backing slightly away from Shizuo.
Time! The bastard wants more time!
Shizuo hated men like this; those that told lies to get their way.
Just like Izaya!
The thought of the annoying flea, cracked the little restrain he still had and Shizuo lifted the now terrified man, ready to break every bone in his body.
"N-no no, I beg you! I j-just need some time and I c-can get you the money! I swear," the man said, hanging high and grabbing tightly on Shizuo.
"Time? You got plenty of time. You just selfishly thought that you could lie to us and get away with it. Time has run out!" Shizuo screamed, lifting the man higher and getting ready to throw him.
"Shizuo wait!" Tom said.
Shizuo stood still for a while, his restrain holding on by a thread as he actually waited for his boss to answer.
"Let him down," Tom told him sternly, glad that Shizuo listened to him and put the man down.
"Two weeks should be plenty of time," Tom said to the man, who was shaking and crying from either left over fear or relief.
"Y-yes," the man said, before he left running.
"Come on, let's take our break now," Tom said, staring at Shizuo who still stood at the same spot, and Tom couldn't make out the look on the blonds face since it was hidden by blond locks.
"Not satisfied," Shizuo whispered, not loud enough for Tom to hear.
"What?" Tom asked him.
"Not satisfied!" he yelled, anger radiating around him and he knew that he needed to do something before he exploded.
To preoccupied with his anger, he didn't hear the sigh from Tom who didn't know what to do with his friends anger.
Shizuo thought of going to Izaya and possibly kick his ass, but he was reminded of his promise while he looked at his fists that where itching to do some sort of destruction. The connection allowing him to rule that option out.
But he knew that he needed to release this anger.
It wasn't something he could control and if he wasn't careful, it would explode at the worst time. Like that time with Kasuka or the lady from the flower shop.
He needed to find someone to release his anger or something.
At the moment, everything was going fine.
Izaya was able to meet with his clients and other than the soreness from the day before, he felt fine.
It wasn't until meeting with his fifth client that day that Izaya began to feel the connection pulse with more force. Yet nothing happened, but Izaya was cautious.
Seeing as the last time, the connection had pulsed erratically and stopped before shocking him with tremendous pain, he wasn't sure if it would happen again.
"Is something wrong, Mr Orihara?" his client asked, and he silently cursed himself for allowing his client to get a glimpse of what wasn't "Izaya". Getting himself together, he put a mask of confidence (even though he was still felt a bit afraid that the pain would catch up with him), and told his client he was just fine.
The rest of the meeting went smoothly, the connection eventually normalizing and causing him no harm. Still he felt slightly tense and he wondered if something was wrong with the blond.
He knew that this feeling was not coming from him, everything was going relatively well for him at the moment (other than the connection)for him to feel tense.
Once another client left, Izaya sighed in relief. He was unsure if he was able to keep his mask in place since this tense feeling was becoming more and more intense.
He was beginning to get what he was sure was a headache and as he got up to get some pills to relief his pain, the connection began to pulse rapidly once more.
Izaya stayed still watching as the almost pink transparent string pulsed and became darker in color. A wave of pain catching him off guard, and just like the last he fell to his knees.
He began to pant as tears swelled, eventually spilling from the intense pain. It felt slightly less painful, or maybe his "soul" was getting stronger like Shizuo, but he didn't pass out. Still the pain was strong enough to make him scream out and sob as he laid down on his apartment floor.
Once it was over, Izaya was left feeling weak. He stayed on the floor, to weak to get up and each movement of his body causing him excruciating pain.
Izaya was at lose.
He wasn't sure on what to do, but the one thing he did know was that he couldn't say anything. This default in the bond would be helpful, if he and Shizuo wanted to break apart, that he was sure of.
But was he willing to sacrifice himself?
Izaya still didn't know how long these pains would or if it would ever cease to leave for the whole year him and Shizuo are supposed to be bonded together.
But if his "soul" became as strong as the blonds "soul", would he also gain human strength?
If he did, Izaya would be able to do what he always wished to do.
Destroy Shizuo.
Hello! I apologize for the long wait, but life is beating me to the pulp and haven't had time to write. So thanks to those who comment/follow/favorite this fic, I love you all :D.