I don't own durarara.
Warning: (future yaoi) BoyxBoy. Swearing.
Shizuo was able to find his outlet.
Since he was on edge Tom had kindly let him take the rest of the day off. As he walked back to his apartment he found two scum bags cornering a young girl in an alleyway. Once again his fingers itched to fight especially after begging them to leave her alone.
Walking forward he made his presence known by grabbing a random trash can and hitting one of the idiots straight in the back. The force caused him to smack the wall he was facing, the girl seeing his attack moved in time and was unharmed.
Unconcerned about the girl's terror, the other idiot turned and snarled at him. Shizuo smirked knowing that the piece of scum had no recognition of his legend meaning he was new to the area.
"Who the fuck are you?" the younger male said.
Shizuo didn't answer, his mind was to busy thinking about wanting to smash his head against the wall and relieve the anger welling within him. He took no notice of the bonds rapid movement or how the color became a brighter red. He was focused on his target and when the other male charged his way he got ready to fight.
In the end he felt satisfied. Surprisingly enough the idiot had been strong enough to handle his beating, but of course when he began to throw in heavy objects he coward away and it made him angrier.
He hated people who acted strong and bullied those weaker. That acted like they were impervious yet crumbled in his hands. So he didn't regret hurting either of those bastards, but he felt guilty as he watched the young girls tremble and flinch as he tried to help her up.
She pleaded with him to not hurt her and sobbed hysterically as she asked him to have mercy and a heart. His satisfaction turned sour and he left without helping her any further or saying anything else.
What he truly hated more was how he didn't have to act impervious to be strong, he just was.
Making it to his apartment, Shizuo sat silently in his couch. He felt exhausted and the way the girl had pleaded with him kept replaying in his head. The way she practically curled into herself as he walked closer to her and the terrified eyes that seemed to scream to him that he was a monster. All of it left him exhausted.
Shizuo sat there for hours too drained to do anything yet too aware of his own monstrous existence. He balled his hands up and watched them in hatred, but he knew that they weren't all to blame. A combination of uncontrolled strength and emotions made him the monster he was known to be, and hated himself for it.
His eyes moved to the bond that was calmly pulsing and looked slightly transparent with a bit of a pink tint making it glow a in his dark apartment.
Maybe Celty was right he began to think.
Maybe the only way he would ever be able to control his anger and strength was if he tried to get along with the one person that always made it impossible to do so. If he really tried his best to get along with the flea then perhaps he could finally succeed in what he always truly.
Maybe then Shizuo could live a normal life.
After a few hours of taking a rest on the floor, Izaya slowly began to get up. He groaned in pain as he tried to get on his feet and trembled as he did his best to keep himself in that position.
He was glad this had not happened when a client was around and when he had no plans to meet a another one. But now he had to cancel all his in person meetings and switching them to online meetings.
He didn't know how long he would experience these pains and he knew that Shizuo wasn't going to stop his rampages. Not that he wanted him to, especially after his new theory.
Sure he could be wrong, but he didn't want to risk loosing such an opportunity. Besides he was not new to such intense pain, what with the beatings he use to get in the past when he had been young and inexperienced to yakuza world. Combined that with the times he had almost fallen in the deadly hands of the beast. Izaya was sure he was strong enough to get through it.
He did admit that this type of pain was different since it felt internal instead of the usual outward pain, but he knew his limits and he rationalized that if things became worse instead of better than he would tell Celty.
But as of now she was his last resort, behind confronting Shizuo and telling him to stop his fighting.
Still he knew that this would be hard to hide. It seemed that when he got this way his body was unresponsive to his command.
Standing was like he was holding bricks on each shoulder and walking was worse. He could barely coördinate himself to make it to his desk that wasn't even an arm's length away. Even with his desk as his support, his hands were too weak to use properly and he had almost fallen flat on his face if it hadn't been for the fact his swivel chair had been there to cushion his fall.
By the time he had adjusted himself on his chair he was out of breath and breaking a sweat. Still he reasoned with himself that this would benefit him later. He would be stronger and fine.
After a few minutes of collecting himself, Izaya began to contact his clients. Telling them of how he was going to conduct meetings differently for a while and telling them to spread the news to other potential clients.
By the time he finished, Izaya felt exhausted. Luckily for him he felt better and when he got off his chair he didn't need to use the desk as a support. He was able to walk a bit better and only stumbled a few times on his way out of the apartment.
He called for a taxi since he didn't want to contact Celty and have her suspicious of what was wrong with him, but he did text her to tell her that he was fine.
Making it to Shizuo apartment, he dragged himself out of the taxi. Even though he felt slightly better his whole body felt sluggish and weak. With heavy steps he cursed Shizuo for having to live in an Apartment that had an elevator that did not function and for living in the third floor.
He also cursed the blond when he went inside and found him sleeping in his "bed". Scowling he almost went to wake him up, but his sleep filled mind reminded him that if Shizuo was sleeping on the couch then the bed was free.
Seeing as the sleeping male was the reason for his current condition, Izaya concluded that he deserved to have a nice cushioned bed as an apology.
Satisfied with his solution he whispered a sing-song goodnight to Shizuo and collapsed in the blond's bed.
With the nice cushioned bed underneath him, soothing and relaxing him, Izaya once again fell asleep.
Yay! New chapter finished. I've had this stored in my head for a while, but school keeps being a pain. I don't know when I will be able to update this one, but I'll try my best to finish both There is no if and Unforgettable so I can focus on this one and To see you again. Anyway hope you guys enjoyed the chapter :)!