Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! and this original storyline is not my idea. It is based on fan-made comic strips by Akio from Pixiv. Please view her/his comics first. ^_^ His/Her art is awesome, by the way.
Part 1: zerochan(dot)net/709697
Part 2: zerochan(dot)net/733582
Part 3: zerochan(dot)net/764403
Akio's other works (that are from zerochan) : zerochan(dot)net/Akio
My other translations: zerochan(dot)net/user/Xxmilky-candy1996xX
Full summary: Other than strength, it seemed that Shizuo had developed another ability—one that enables him to see Izaya's future deaths. Thinking that the only one allowed to kill the flea was him, Shizuo stopped those deaths. What he refuses to admit, however, was how stopping them—and those to come—would take a toll on his feelings and mind. Warning: numerous character deaths, dark Shizuo.
Reaching For That Hand
Chapter 1
~Shizuo's PoV~
I'm running. Izaya is running too. As I chase him, it starts to rain. The flea had almost slipped when turning a corner, and I almost had him, but he was even further from me after that.
We arrive at an abandoned construction site of some kind. Bricks and other random construction tools lay scattered about the place. I don't pay much attention to the area. All I currently care about is that I got him cornered and there were plenty of stuff to hurl. I pick up a brick.
"Flea," I say. "You're not getting away this time."
"A-Aww, Shizu-chan come on, let me off the hook won't you? And surely you're not going to play baseball with a brick?" he says in return, smiling that fake smile of his.
I was just about to spout something back when something attracts my attention.
Upwards. Above Izaya.
It's shaking. Part of the unstable structure.
The flea starts talking, emphasizing his words dramatically with his hands, his rings glittering in the rain. He was saying how it would ruin his precious fur coat. Pfft.
Like I care.
I say nothing. I do nothing. I just stare up at the heavy metal and cement that would fall onto him any second.
It crumbles. But the flea is still talking. My eyes widened; my grip on the brick I'd originally intended to bash his face with had loosened considerably too. I thought he'd realize and step out of the way, but…
No.
He just stands there. Talking, and talking, and talking. Never once looking up. Too absorbed within his own words to notice. Not even when the whole fucking thing starts to fall.
I look at him, stunned. Three seconds before he would get crushed to death. He is currently smiling.
Two seconds. He only just realizes my frozen state. He starts to move. No, it is too late.
…
I squeeze my eyes shut, wincing as the loud sound thunders against my ears.
And I wait. For a sign. For something that indicates that the flea is still alive and breathing.
I open my eyes.
Under all that debris is Orihara Izaya.
Blood is pooling.
Orihara Izaya is dead.
Raindrops splattered on the red substance, making it run all over the place. Something made me move closer to him, and crouch down, laying the brick on the ground.
Most of his body is buried, only his head and arm is sticking out awkwardly like a ragdoll. His ring shone. I can't see his face, but if I can, I would probably see those magnificent red eyes—eyes that irritate me, but fascinating eyes, nonetheless—empty and dull, never to see again.
And what about his expression?
Would he be smiling? Like he previously was? Or was it a mask of shock? Or one that clearly accepted his death?
I touch his hair.
Whichever it may be, I am not going to find out.
"Shizuo?" Tom frowned as he waved a hand in front of his kouhai's face.
Shizuo blinked a couple of times, then his eyes darted left and right.
This isn't… He looked at his hand. Dry.
It's not raining. I'm not at the construction site.
Where's Izaya?
"Hey, what's wrong?" Tom placed a hand on his arm. "You look pale. You sick or something?"
"N-No…"
"Well, we don't have any more work to do today, so I suggest you go home and rest properly."
Shizuo just nodded stupidly, reaching up to massage his temple. Maybe I'm just tired. And to have a dream about that louse. In broad daylight. He sighed. I need some good sleep.
~ Izaya's PoV ~
Izaya skipped through the streets of Ikebukuro in good spirits while keeping a close lookout for his archenemy, Heiwajima Shizuo. He turned an all-too-familiar bend and crossed the street to where the eye-catching Russian stood handing out flyers and talking with that funny accent of his.
"Hey Simon!" Izaya greeted, coming to a stop a few steps away from the dark-skinned man.
"Iza-yah! You come for sushi? Sushi good! Lots of ootoro! Today no human sushi!"
The informant laughed. "Maybe later. Nee, see Shizu-chan around?"
"Shizu-oh? No no. Not good to make Shizuo-oh angry. Here, come to Russian sushi, sushi good…" Simon continued, handing out flyers.
Izaya pouted. "Fine then. See ya later, Simon."
He walked around aimlessly for about five minutes, before spotting the familiar dyed blond hair.
"Ara~? Is that Shizu-chan I see? What a coincidence~!" Laughter followed the informant's comment.
~ Shizuo's PoV ~
When he realized it he had started chasing after him again, tearing through the streets and into the alleys.
After Orihara Izaya who was supposed to be dead.
For some reason there was an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Initially Shizuo passed it off as fatigue, but then it started to grow and grow and nag at the edges of his thoughts. I saw it, clear as day. The flea died.
But if he really did then who is this person running in front of me now?
Suddenly it started to rain. Shizuo's eyebrows knit together at the familiarity.
But now that I see it…
The situation, the scenery…
They turned a corner and Izaya almost slipped, but he just passed it off with laughter, as if what he was currently doing was just playing tag with his most hated enemy. Of course.
Rain, Izaya, and—
They arrived at the construction site.
Ah, it's here.
The memory of Izaya's dead body crept into his mind and gave Shizuo chills down his back.
Are you going to die here?
He looked upwards, and sure enough, it was shaking. He stared at it some more, eyebrows knit together, willing in his heart for Izaya to just notice what he himself was doing and look up, and step out of the way of death. But the fucking flea didn't notice. Of course he didn't, if all he did during the time was rant on and on about himself.
Shizuo shook his head, disappointed. It fairly looked like Orihara Izaya was going to die a second time today, and this time for real. But he didn't want to be burdened with the blame, and Kururi and Mairu are surely going to be brokenhearted.
Besides, the one who'd done it wasn't Heiwajima Shizuo himself.
Without much thinking, Shizuo pulled the latter's arm, steering him clear of the debris that would fall onto him before the flea could continue his dramatic talk.
~ Izaya's PoV ~
Izaya had noticed Shizuo shaking his head, and was just wondering about what made him did so when the blond-headed brute came and pulled his arm roughly, bringing his whole self closer to the debt collector.
"Uwaa, ah… Tch." Izaya glared momentarily at him before smiling another fake smile of his. "A-Aww, Shizu-chan come on, let me off the hook this—"
An unbelievably loud sound thundered in his ears and he turned around almost immediately.
Right where he previously stood, lay the metal and cement that surely would've knocked the life out of him.
Both men stared at the wreckage for a minute, silent. During that short period of time the rain had lessened to just a drizzle.
Izaya backed a step away from Shizuo awkwardly, speechless for once with his heart beating wildly against his chest. Another unexpected action from the famous blond protozoan. If Izaya knew this was happening, he would've expected for Shizuo to just stand there stupidly and watch him die.
After all, he wanted him dead, didn't he?
Somehow he found this incredibly amusing.
"Ah… Ahahahahaha! Wow! Thanks to Shizu-chan I'm saved!" Izaya lifted his arms and made dramatic gestures. "There's no helping that even though you usually want to murder me but I'm saved this time though."
Izaya was waiting for a response. Any response. Insults, a punch, anything. But the fact that Shizuo simply let goes of his arm and quietly went away left him standing there dumbfounded.
"Shizu-chan…?" he called out helplessly.
~ Shizuo's PoV ~
Shizuo trudged home after that, not caring that it is still raining. Besides, it was pointless to go buy an umbrella from one of the many convenience stores when he was already wet. He just wanted to get home as quick as he can, get into a warm shower and try to work out what happened.
Minutes later he lit a cigarette, sat down and rest against his couch.
I wanted to kill him, but I didn't.
He stared at his open palm. There aren't many reasons to not kill him. I will only dirty my hands with his blood.
… I was supposed to.
Shizuo clenched his fist tightly and dropped it, instead leaning back and resting his head on the cushions, closing his eyes. That 'spectacle'… I want to think of it as a simple daydream. But I can't just forget that reality. More than anything he really was going to die at that time.
He plucked the cancer stick from his mouth and tapped it against his ashtray; blowing out the smoke and watching it rise in a thin wisp in front of him.
"I want Izaya to live?" he asked aloud.
That's ridiculous. Next time I'll kill him.
Yup. That was what I thought.
I'm back~~
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