Title:- The other side of truth

Rating:- T

Pairing:- Izuo

Disclaimer:- I don't own Durarara

Warning:- Izaya, language, implied Izuo, implied incest.

Summary:- The balance tips due to interference.

Requested by:- Truekuroko7

A/N:- This one is a sequel to grain of truth in one of my other archives. It can be read as a read alone. The next one will be for guest.

How was it that one human could alone thwart his plans? One little human relying on his fans' love like a parasite to keep his career going. Who was he talking about? Who could induce this much anger in one tiny unnoticeable action? Yuuhei Hanejima. Model, actor and whatever else his agency had him doing for the sake of showbiz and his career. The human that had denied his emotions preferring to be a stone.

Not that Izaya could blame him. No the man's true identity was Kasuka Heiwajima. It was expected that being the younger brother to the fortissimo would change him somehow yet the lifeless fish eyes creeped him out. The way the younger sibling wouldn't show a touch of emotion or a twitch of a smile irritated him to no end. Each time he accidentally caught sight of the younger Heiwajima, Izaya had wished he would just react.

To something- anything. In his town of humans there were those not counted as humans. Supernaturals like Celty, inhuman strength masquerading as one. A doll. A worthless doll that Izaya couldn't understand why everyone went crazy over the actor.

Well didn't he just get his wish. Kasuka had found something and he had reacted. The consequences? One missing anger induced fortissimo. It had been a week since Shizuo had last screamed his name across Ikebukuro. It wasn't because he wasn't there or that he was injured. It was Kasuka.

Izaya had contacts, a web of networking based mainly in the underground. Invisible threads waiting to be brought to light. A library consisting of shelf after shelf of valuable information. Each file summed up an individual human's life laid bare and open for manipulation.

None of that helped him get what he wanted- needed. Each time the informant got close the actor would be there surrounded by fans or paparazzi- maybe both- whisking the older Heiwajima away.

It wasn't just the once. It was every time. Every single damn time. Trying to out manoeuvre Kasuka hadn't worked. Especially since Shizuo was so family orientated. All the actor had to do was whisper the word and the protozoan would be there fists swinging.

The only one even close to that was Celty. The dullahan best friend and perhaps Tom. Though considering just how many times Shizuo had abandoned his boss to chase him gave more than a little room for doubt.

With a sigh Izaya kicked his foot against the desk sending the chair spinning in a slow circle. Even his favourite spinny chair hadn't managed to appease his frustration. There was only one thing that could and he was untouchable thanks to Kasuka playing jailer.

For some unknown reason his access to the blonde had been cut off. The younger Heiwajima had never liked him anyway. Unlike the protozoan who had taken an immediate hatred to him, Kasuka's was more of an instinct.

It was a two way brother complex. Kasuka could've sensed his plans from the very beginning. See Izaya had played out every scene in his mind, studying those around him and those in the blonde's inner circle. Best friend but not that close, a friend that was only a friend because the other party was certifiably insane and a friend that was more of an acquaintance.

Overall those that were liked by Shizuo were kept at arms length. Shallow easily broken relationships. Love came and went but hatred? Hatred consumed, grew and never went away- he made sure of it.

That was what they had- their bond. If Izaya went by percentage he would say fifty percent of the blonde's heart was taken by him with hatred- for now. The other half belonged to Kasuka. It was a relationship he hadn't tried to ruin. That was a decision he was regretting now. So yes, Izaya had chosen the emotion that was best to bind Shizuo to him. If they had started off as friends nothing would have changed. He'd be treated like the others.

It wasn't like the blonde would ever know how he truly felt. It had been seven years already and with each year another layer of deceit grew over his heart. It was only recently that Izaya had almost made himself believe he hated Shizuo. Almost.

Absence made the heart grow fonder and his dick harder. What Izaya imagined in his head as a kiss chase was no more. His name called in what he assumed would be the blonde's voice in orgasm- was gone. Everything that bound him and Shizuo together was gone.

"Namie-san, I'm going out." Izaya sighed hands clutching the edge of the desk as he stood.

"Try and come back in a better mood." His secretary sighed not bothering to look at him. He didn't have the energy to tease her like usual. It was one boring week.

x-x-x

It was simple enough to get hold of the actor's schedule. From there Izaya cross checked the planned to the actual. For the past week Kasuka had cancelled his appointments, hadn't turned up to auditions or even gone to the agency.

Whatever had spooked the actor, it was serious enough to throw away his career or at least that was where things were heading. He couldn't care less about that. Kasuka's fallen star would mean no more bartender uniforms or gifts. Shizuo would lose the last chain tying him down. That was when Izaya could step in offering to help, slowly turning that seven year stable hatred into love...supposedly.

The reason was wrong. Kasuka was being a nuisance in his quest to keep them apart. Still Izaya didn't know why. Why? What was it? What detail was he missing? What could possible send Kasuka obsessed with keeping Shizuo protected like some princess in a tower?

Thump.

"Ouch." Izaya blinked looking down at the small girl that had walked into him or he into her. For a moment the informant didn't know where in Ikebukuro he was. "S-sorry!"

Of course she knew who he was. The brunette shook face paling. Backing away she turned and ran. Izaya laughed noticing she had dropped something. Not anything fun like a phone or her purse. No, this was a piece of paper that blew against his pant leg.

With a flourish his arm swept low and forward swiping the piece of paper between two fingers. With a skip in his step ruby eyes skimmed the sheet, his smile growing wider. This could be interesting. A momentary lapse in his cycle of boredom.

x-x-x

"I'm back." Izaya chimed. Namie glanced up rolling her eyes.

"In a better mood I see. Does this have something to do with a tall blonde?"

"Nope." Izaya waved the piece of paper. It looked like it had been torn from a notebook, the edges torn. Taking off his coat Izaya skipped over to his computer throwing himself back into his computer chair. He allowed the chair twice to spin around before he came to a stop fingers poised on the keyboard.

Most interesting events started off as a note written on paper or a careless whisper. A rumour that only held a slither of truth. That was what was in his hands right now.

Quickly Izaya typed in the web address hitting the return key. What faced him was a blank page asking for a password. Smirk widening his fingertips blurred across the keys. Something interesting. Maybe it belonged to the girl that had bumped into him or someone else. Either way it should be something fun. Something he could exploit or blackmail. Maybe even- "oh? Well isn't this interesting."

By coincidence the answer to his question had dropped into his lap- well blown into his leg. If the actor had seen what he was looking at then that would explain the sudden obsession of keeping them separated.

What had appeared to be an innocent web page had opened up to be something he had never expected. A website dedicated to him...and Shizuo. No longer bored Izaya grabbed the mouse clicking on the gallery. Some of the images were harmless. The two of them drawn too close to one another.

Then there were some that were in no way innocent. Izaya enlarged the image seeing a coloured drawing of him and Shizuo both naked. "There's no doubt. This is what Kasuka-kun saw." The informant mused. The drawing wasn't bad. It didn't look like him at all and his physique was all wrong.

It didn't change the fact that the drawing was explicit. The handcuffs were a little pointless. The blonde would easily break out of them. But it was what it was. Someone recognised that they should be together. The website was dedicated to the two of them. Izaya grinned clicking on image after image. Each one made him smile. It wasn't far off what he wanted to do.

Underneath the gallery was another page link. Clicking doujinshi Izaya smirked leaning back in the chair. There were numerous ones each with enticing front covers. Izaya's ring clinked against the mouse as he tried to pick one to read.

Eyes widening Izaya clicked the first one that wasn't just the two of them. No this one was called a threesome. Between him, the blonde and Kasuka.

The page loaded quickly the first page showing what was unmistakably the three of them. Scrolling down Izaya drank in the pages' content savouring what his humans believed was happening.

Brow raised he questioned whether he would ever willingly sleep with the younger Heiwajima. Maybe if he lost those dead looking fish eyes. It was a little disconcerting about how well their bodies were drawn. Although he wasn't sure the blonde looked like that down there.

"Only one way to find out." Izaya grinned leaving the screen alone. There were still several pages left but that wasn't the story he wanted to see the ending to. One week had been far too long in his book. It was time to get the blonde back and show Kasuka the truth in the process.

x-x-x

That was why Izaya made the first move. A full frontal attack brash and reckless. Knocking on the front door to Shizuo's apartment. All it would take was a well aimed punch to knock his head off.

The informant had more than one trump card at hand. This was the time to use it. The door opened as he knew it would- Kasuka was the one that answered stepping outside. "You are not welcome here, Orihara-san."

Izaya smiled reaching into his pocket. "Because of a few rumours? I know exactly what you've seen. It's not the rumours about me that you should be worrying about."

"What are you-?" Izaya handed over the sheets he had printed out before leaving the apartment. Not all of them just the ones that showed the more explicit moments between the two brothers.

"The one causing problems is you, isn't it? Your sudden closeness is damaging Shizu-chan's reputation. The scandal will ruin your career."

"There is nothing going on between me and nii-san. This is all lies. I'll have everything shut-down."

"You of all people know how damaging rumours can be. I'm afraid that isn't going to be so easy." Izaya gave an award winning smile. "There's nothing wrong with humans having opinions. Your mistake was keeping Shizu-chan away from me. Now I'll show you just who he belongs to."

The door opened wider. "Kasuka are you- flea." Shizuo growled staring between the two. "What are you doing here?"

Izaya's eyes gleamed. Grabbing the collar of the blonde's white shirt he pulled Shizuo against him pressing their lips together. Eyes flicking down he noted the fortissimo's hands were still by his side.

The blonde tasted like fresh strawberries and cream. Izaya clenched his fists their eyes locked. At the risk of losing his tongue, the raven slipped his tongue past parted lips devouring everything within reach.

Behind him he could feel a hand on his back trying to pry him away. A soft gasp dropped from Shizuo's lips. Izaya backed away seeing clarity settle into those soft mocha eyes hardening with anger.

"Well it looks like I've outstayed my welcome." Izaya quipped jumping out of harms way. With a wink at Kasuka the informant laughed running away licking his lips. His laughter only grew when he could hear a loud scream bellow through Ikebukuro.

"Izaaayaaaa-kuuuun!" Behind him he could hear the pounding of footsteps against the asphalt, the blonde hot on his heels. Izaya grinned feeling a rush of exhilaration. This was the way things should be- for now.

End