Title:- Limits
Pairing:- Izaya x Shizuo, Izaya x Mikado
Rating:- T
Disclaimer:- I don't own Durarara
Warning:- Izaya, violence, language
Summary:- Shizuo doesn't know there's a reason why he never finishes fights with Izaya.
Requested by:- Guest
A/N:- The next one will be for Sakurayuri89.
"Namie-san, I'm bored." Izaya whined swinging back in his chair. Work was slow being the holiday season. Even criminals took a break it seemed. Leaving him with no active clients. The informant hadn't yet stooped to alleviating his boredom by searching for a missing cat.
"Do your crossword." His secretary answered from the sofa. She was in no mood to entertain him, he could tell. Izaya supposed he could antagonise her for a bit however that could possibly result in her a) not turning up for work or b) putting rat poison or something else in his coffee.
"I've done all I can. It's your turn." The informant responded tearing the page from the magazine. Ten seconds was wasted folding it into a paper aeroplane sending it flying over to the sofa. "Thirteen down."
"I'm busy." Namie said coolly. "Doing what you pay me for." She went back to straightening out the pages putting them into the folder.
"Exactly. I pay you so I decide what you do. Thirteen down." Izaya argued. He hated peace. No conflict meant no need for dirt on another party. "Argh. I'm bored."
Crash.
Izaya's mood peaked looking out of the window. Outside the building far below on the ground was a vending machine held by none other than the fortissimo. "I'll take it." The raven sighed opening his desk drawer. "Namie-san, I'm going out." He grinned sorting through his knives.
The more expensive ones, the cheap blades that easily snapped between the brute's teeth yet still added time for a getaway and of course his favourite. The one that had made the very first cut in their relationship.
"Izaaayaaa-kun!" Shizuo bellowed angry at apparently nothing. He hadn't done anything. Ah. Maybe that was the problem. The protozoan was craving his attention. Perhaps the dollars' leader would show up as well. Clutching his arsenal Izaya skipped over swiping up his black fur trimmed coat putting it on and storing the weapons in his pocket. Keys in his pocket he exited the apartment skipping to the elevator.
Pressing his finger against the lowest button on the panel, the doors slid shut lowering him to where his nemesis was. At least that was what his humans saw- Shinra and Celty too. It was like training a dog. To anyone else his actions would have looked unnecessary and pointless. Izaya always looked at the bigger picture studying the smaller details. His mind was a puzzle that his humans couldn't fathom.
They would see the results- eventually. Years of casual encounters from the first to the last. Izaya watched, provoked and pushed the boundaries further and further. Neither his first experiment or his second had caught on.
Shizuo he didn't expect much from. An iron golem with a protozoic brain. He would admit that sometimes the brute showed a dangerous insight- an animalistic instinct. Izaya smirked at the thought of the vicious animal becoming like a domesticated pup in his hands.
Mikado was more of a risk. Still young, smart, good grades and a craving for the extraordinary. The leader of dollars' hiding a darker nature like every other human. The teenager was naive. More susceptible to his words than the brute had been. It had been a week since they had seen each other. Mikado had text him leaving several messages as well as calls. The teen had even gone as far as trying to contact another informant- him.
Shizuo he hadn't seen in two days and here the brute was causing destruction in Shinjuku. Izaya hummed to himself stepping out as the doors opened.
There was the blonde standing as angry as ever in the lobby brandishing a vending machine. The brute was slow to move. Izaya noted happily. Those chocolate orbs were fixed on him watching and unknowingly waiting.
The pet had returned to the master. Izaya stalked over with a small smile on his face. Reckless but ever cautious when confronting his enemy. Reaching into his pocket coins jingled.
"Izaya-kun." The blonde spoke at last slowly as if he was finding his tongue, voice still dripping with malice. The raven smiled slotting the coins into the machine.
"Next time do you think you could bring one that holds coffee?" Izaya drawled making his selection.
Clunk. The chosen beverage hit he bottom waiting in the opening for him. "The only one that drinks this sugary crap is you, Shizu-chan." Izaya pulled out the can placing the chilled drink against the brute's neck.
Izaya watched as the machine was carefully set down although the floor would still need to be fixed. Recoiling his hand he jumped back a step seeing large wall pummelling hands catch the can.
For a brief moment chocolate hues softened letting him see Shizuo in a relaxed- if not confused- unguarded state. The blonde stared at the can before placing it in one of his large pant pocket.
"Izaya- kun!" Came a pissed growl as if the past few moments had never happened. "I'm here to beat the shit out of you!"
"Whatever did I do this time, Shizu-chan?"
"..."
Izaya smirked raising a brow. "You don't know, do you?"
"I'm sure you did something. It's all your fault anyway." The blonde growled stalking towards him. Izaya moved ducking past the brute. He wasn't taking any chances on his experiment not working. "Izaayaaa- kun!"
Well at least he wouldn't be bored for a while. The raven ducked the bin sailing overhead. Glancing behind him he could see the blonde ready to destroy him. Hand in his pocket Izaya threw three of the handle less blades hearing the crunch of steel.
x-x-x
Izaya made sure to direct their chase into Ikebukuro. The train would have been quicker moreover safer if he managed to get on without the brute catching him, breaking the doors or worse case scenario derailing the train. A cab was no good either. Not when the protozoan could lift, hurl and play with traffic as easy as kicking a ball across a field.
It came down to his speed and mastered parkour skills for survival. No matter where he went Shizuo would be sure to follow. The pet would follow the master. It was just a case of him biting the hand that feeds or being tame like a kitten.
Izaya ran his lungs not quite burning but getting there as his shoes pounded against the asphalt. Shizuo was still behind him keeping up just fine. Perhaps that was because he had slowed down. A test. The result wouldn't be fatal. Not when he was eyeing the fire escape. A successful test Izaya noted when the distance between them didn't change.
x-x-x
Every chase had to come to an end. Izaya slipped up turning into a dead end alley. "Izaya-kun!" His pursuer growled blocking his way out.
Izaya shrank back hand in his pocket reaching for his trusty knives. One good stab and he would have the advantage. Shizuo went straight for his throat slamming him against the wall. His feet dangled inches off the ground.
The informant clutched the hand around his throat feeling over the blonde's clenched fist. The skin was taut, veins bulging in exertion. Control. Izaya mused noting that he didn't feel like his neck would snap like a twig. It was the other fist he had to worry about. Clenched, pulled back and aimed in the path of his head. Intrigued Izaya left his knives alone waiting to see if he would be admitted to hospital any time soon.
Conscious or sub conscious the blonde was frozen where he stood trembling. Izaya could see the fight taking place. Like Jekyll and Hyde a murderous smirk touched the brute's lips yet his eyes held fear and remorse amongst other things.
Izaya smiled reaching not for his knife but for Shizuo's cheek. "Shizu-chan." He cooed fingers twitching slightly as some sort of stroke. "Put me down."
The blonde trembled backing away. Shizuo was staring at his hands full of confusion as they continued to shake. "You! What did you do?"
Izaya didn't dodge the oncoming fist. There was no need to not when it missed punching a jagged hole in the brickwork five inches to his right.
Pissed off the blonde stalked off away from him throwing a gruff "Stay out of 'bukuro" over his shoulder. Izaya slid down the wall tossing his head back as he burst into laughter.
"Orihara-san!" Came a concerned about. The dollars' leader ran into the alley crouching down beside him. "Are you okay? Did Heiwajima-san hurt you?"
Izaya glared at the teenager slapping his hand away. Frightened blue eyes stared at him the raven backing away.
"Did I do something wrong?" Mikado squeaked head bowed in shame.
"Help me up." Izaya softened his tone taking the outstretched hand. On his feet he put up with Mikado briskly brushing the dirt from his coat.
One look was all it took for the teen to recoil waiting for his next act of kindness. "O-orihara-san, where are you going?"
"Home. I don't think it's wise to stay here with an uncultured beast in the vicinity." Izaya stuffed his hands in his pocket slowly skipping from the alley. Mikado walked beside him.
"...I see. Is there anything I can do?"
"What can you do?" Izaya retorted. "You can't find your own information."
"I'm sorry." The teen lowered his head. "I-"
"Went to someone else for your information. Am I not acceptable?" Izaya asked quietly faking hurt.
"No! No! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'll only ask you." Mikado stepped in front of him quickly righting himself at another glare. Cruelty and kindness. They were one in the same used to manipulate the pair. First Shizuo and then Mikado.
Shizuo was struggling since the symptoms were becoming more prominent. It wouldn't be long now until the blonde realised what was happening. Izaya smirked at the thought. Their relationship was never boring.
Mikado was the weaker of the pair jumping at his every word. Izaya smiled sadly resting a hand on the teen's shoulder. "I'll hold you to that. Mikado-kun, you know I don't like getting angry with you."
"...I-I know."
"I give you discounted prices on the information you request." Izaya continued.
"I know. I'm sorry." Squeezing harshly his nails dug into the teen's collarbone. "Ow. That hurts." Izaya flashed a cruel grin sliding his free hand into his pocket.
Flicking out his knife he touched flat side of the sharp blade to the raven's cheek. Mikado's eyes widened staring down at the blade. "Mikado-kun, what am I going to do with you?" Izaya sighed flicking his knife closed. "Go home." He said softly ruffling the teen's hair.
"Yes, Orihara-san." Mikado nodded eyes glistening with tears. Izaya skipped away from the mouth of the alley seeing Mikado slink away in the opposite direction to go home. Humming happily Izaya checked his phone seeing missed calls from Namie. It looked like he had some work to do.
Slipping the phone back in his pocket Izaya skipped towards the train station looking forward to his next encounters with the protozoan and Mikado. "Things are going to be fun~"
End
