Title: All The Wrong Reasons
Author: MistressKiko
Rating: M
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters!

THIS STORY CONTAINS MALExMALE RELATIONSHIPS. You have been warned.

"Mirads" are my made up creatures.

Shizuo's POV

Tom didn't believe me. I figured as much.

I didn't care whether or not he believed me. The most important thing was that he knew how serious I was about this.

So we started planning.

Not knowing the circumstances we were getting ourselves into wasn't very comforting, so we tried to go at it from every angle. What if Shiki was surrounded by his own bodyguards? He might not even have bodyguards, considering what was being exchanged. Just like the guy I had first gotten Izaya from, surely Shiki had to know just how many people would try to snatch something like that for themselves.

Hiroshi must be pretty damn dumb to agree to a contract and hand control over to Shiki. Shiki was probably keeping the most important things from him, including the fact the contractor's word was absolute. How was this even going to work? Why would Hiroshi agree to just open a random box without question? Would Shiki make Hiroshi hold onto it? No, that couldn't be right. If Hiroshi had it, he'd surely discover what he had.

So did that mean Shiki was going to take it for himself after the contract was made? More than likely. That meant I had to get to the box before Shiki disappeared into thin air again.

Was Shiki himself even going to be there? He could very well send a lackey to do the deed. But then again, that would involve some major trust. That was something highly uncommon on the streets.

I tried my very hardest to try to think of a way I would be the one to open the box. But I failed. There would be no way I'd be able to run in and grab it without being shot, whether it was just Shiki there or not. So that left me with making Izaya disappear.

He'd still listen to my wish, whoever may be his contractor. If I could just wait for the very moment he was released and wish him away, it would give me time to sort out the rest. And, that way, there would be no unfair advantage by Shiki getting to wish for whatever he wanted.

Maybe it was unfair that it was two against one, and though I wasn't very worried about Hiroshi, he could possibly be carrying a gun. I didn't own a gun, nor would I buy one. As much as I wanted to do Shiki in, having the police after me was not my ideal. Especially when I would have to protect Izaya. I did invest in a bullet-proof vest, though. Wouldn't hurt.

"I'm going with you," Tom announced.

"No you aren't."

"I am. I am qualified to handle a gun," Tom reasoned. I shook my head vehemently.

"No way in hell. I'm not going to have you get thrown in jail over this," I growled, staring him down as if daring him to object.

"Just because I have a gun doesn't mean I'm going to kill him, Shizuo. What do you plan to do against a gun?"

"Really, I'm planning on getting the fuck out of there before they even know what happened."

"Pfft. That's highly reliable," Tom spoke sarcastically. I knew he wasn't going to back down from this, and I groaned.

"You know I'm gone after this, right? If I live, I won't be able to come bail you out of jail," I explained, hoping he would change his mind. Yes, if I succeeded in getting Izaya back, I was going to take the first train out of this town. Go somewhere on the other side of the country; maybe even out of the country! Anywhere that was far away from him.

"I know," Tom sighed, looking a little output by my statement, "It's going to be strange not having you around."

I cringed.

"Don't jinx my death," I muttered.

"You know that's not what I meant!"

"I know, I know. But seriously, don't even think that far ahead yet. We have to get Izaya back first."

Tom looked at me incredulously.

"I'm still iffy about this mirad thing. I say you have to promise you'll show me these powers one day."

I snorted.

"You'll probably be the contractor one day, so sure," I answered, throwing on a t-shirt over the bullet-proof vest, "I say we head out. I know it's still early, but we don't know when they are going to meet, and we have to be hiding in that warehouse before that time. … I still don't want you to come."

"Too bad," Tom replied, standing up and grabbing his keys from the table.

It's times like these I almost wish he wasn't such a loyal friend.

The warehouse was a shabby looking place in a rather deserted part of town. It had a creepy feeling about it, all the way down to the squeaking doors. Thankfully, it was packed full of things to hide behind and in. Deciding to split ourselves up, Tom and I went to opposite sides of the warehouse. Thankfully it was one large building and had only one floor. Things could get tricky if there were multiple floors they could meet on.

Just sitting there, hiding between some dusty boxes and an old lawnmower, was one of the most nerve-wracking experiences of my life. I kept second-guessing myself, wondering if this really was the right warehouse or if this was even going to work at all. Despite thinking Shiki would hold on to the jewelry box, I hoped Hiroshi would take it out of here. Then it'd be a simple job of jumping him and running with the box.

I doubted it would be that easy with Shiki.

I hoped upon all hope that what I said to Hiroshi would stick in his head. It was a strategic move to mention how he should keep quiet about hitting on a guy. That way, he would be less likely to blab about what happened to anyone, especially anything about someone asking about the jewelry box.

I tensed when I heard the sound of a door opening. My eyes burned when a light was suddenly flicked on, illuminating the place. Barely breathing, I shifted in the slightest, cautiously glancing around the corner.

Fury raged within me upon seeing Shiki. His footsteps were loud against the echoing walls. I was actually surprised to see him alone. Guess he decided no one was worth trusting after all.

He was dressed in the same attire I had seen him in before, only now with a gray undershirt. He looked fairly impatient, standing with his hands tucked in his pockets. I noted how one hand continuously moved around something in his pocket and felt my heart skip a beat.

Izaya.

I ducked back behind the boxes and clenched my teeth together. I wanted so badly just to run out there and beat the living shit out of him, but that wasn't the plan.

I took a deep, but silent, breath.

I really needed to calm down and think rationally this time around.

If I screwed up and let Izaya slip away again, I wasn't sure what I would do.

The sound of the door opening came again. More footsteps.

"You're late," I heard Shiki say once the door was closed.

"Sorry, wasn't quite sure how long it would take to get here," Hiroshi replied, sounding embarrassed. I risked another glance around the crates.

Hiroshi walked right up to Shiki, and looked quite nervous in doing so. Shiki pulled out the jewelry box, its gems reflecting against the lighting above, and held it up.

"You know what you're doing, right?" Shiki asked, giving him the once-over like he wasn't quite sure about doing this.

"I'm just keeping whatever is in the box for 'ya, right?" Hiroshi asked.

"You aren't keeping it," Shiki responded, holding it out to him, "You're just opening the lid."

Hiroshi looked confused but reached out and took the jewelry box.

A wave of unbidden jealousy ripped through me. I was the one who should have that box right now.

Hiroshi made to open it, and then something happened that I wasn't predicting. In a flash, Shiki had pulled a gun from his pocket and aimed it at Hiroshi's temple, making the man stop in his tracks.

"He- hey dude-"

"Something is going to come out of that box when you open it, Hiroshi," Shiki explained calmly as the man shook beneath the metal, "Now, what I want you to do, is not listen to a word he says. You are just opening the lid, and ordering the person who comes out to listen to my every command, got it?"

The barrel of the gun was pushed deeper into his head and Hiroshi flinched before nodding his head vigorously.

Damn, that could be done? A wish to make another person other than the contractor be able to order Izaya around with no choice? These wishes could get really technical and dangerous.

But wait.

There was no need for Hiroshi other than becoming the contractor for Shiki.

I had the sinking feeling Shiki was going to kill Hiroshi here whether he did what he wanted him to or not. A harsh guilt bubbled up inside me, but my goal here was to get Izaya. Nothing was going to hinder that. Not having to worry about Hiroshi would actually benefit me in this situation. Maybe I should wait...

My throat grew tight when the lid was opened. Those bright colors I was so used to seeing were dancing across Hiroshi's bewildered face, and then Izaya was standing right there in front of me again, looking at the ground.

I couldn't describe what I was feeling in that moment if I tried.

"Well?" Shiki prompted, making the surprised Hiroshi jump. He seemed awed by the fact someone had just appeared out of thin air.

"Right... uh," Hiroshi started, trying to get his head on straight, "I order you to-"

"Use I wish," Shiki demanded. I saw Izaya flash a glare up at him.

"... I wish? That you would listen to everything he says?" Hiroshi said, completely unsure of himself.

"Yeah, yeah," Izaya muttered, turning away angrily. He had turned toward me. I was surprised when his eyes landed on mine. Those red eyes started to widen and I hastily put a finger to my mouth.

I didn't have to worry, though. A loud gunshot rang through the building, and Izaya jumped, turning to look at the scene.

I grimaced when Hiroshi's body fell to the floor, blood pouring from his head.

Ouch, poor Hiroshi.

izeitgeist: I agree that Shizuo got the information pretty easily xD But there wasn't too much I could do in his POV alone, and I mean.. he had to find it out somehow, haha. Unless you just wanted a super sad ending where Shizuo never finds Izaya, but that would be so mean D:

Everybody seemed to love drag!Tom XDD All the comments made me laugh~!