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
Part 4: zerochan(dot)net/821130 [FINAL]
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 2
~ Shizuo's PoV ~
And as usual, he comes.
Ahh, there he is, right in front of me, dancing around like some fool, words spilling out of his poison-laden mouth. I don't know what he is saying. Be it teasing words, or insults, or more of his 'loving the entire human race' nonsense, I don't care. All I care is that he intrudes yet again on my turf.
So as usual, I yell out the same words I have been yelling every time we meet for the past few years ever since we'd met—his name. I drag it out, giving emphasis. Not for drama, no, if possible I don't want to waste my saliva pronouncing his name, it's just that I hate him so much, and…
Ahh, who cares? The main point is that I hate him so much it makes my blood boil and adrenaline fills my bloodstream yet again, and I start chasing him.
As usual, he turns around and breaks into a run, laughing, saying that stupid nickname. He is the only person to ever call me that. How dare he? My name is Heiwajima Shizuo. Not some girly 'Shizu-chan'.
But…
As usual…
If I treat it like usual, there shouldn't be a problem, right?
I chased you, and just like that…
Blood.
A lot of it.
Possibly too much for my taste.
Hey, Izaya.
I stare down at his ring, glittering even when streaked with blood, trying not to look anywhere other than that.
What was it like, as usual…?
I start to bend down. I don't know why, I just feel the need to touch that jet-black hair of his.
Izaya…
Shizuo blinked, giving a none-too-friendly start. He was somewhere along a stretch of road, facing a wall. He must have looked stupid. He hoped nobody ever noticed when he was staring off into space. He ignored all the people sidestepping him as they went on with their normal day in Ikebukuro, Tokyo.
Again, huh…
I'm sure I saw Izaya die, but…
Now that I've returned, this is… reality?
Shizuo's eyebrows knit together as he stared ahead, but he went ahead and winced when he heard that all-too-familiar voice.
~ Izaya's PoV ~
"Hnn~?"
Izaya came to stop a few steps away from the fortissimo of Ikebukuro, a smirk ever evident on his flawless face. "Shi~zu-cha~n. If you stand there like an idiot you'll obstruct traffic, though you already are, with that gigantic frown of yours. You just made everybody's happy mood sour with that petty look on your face."
He didn't start yelling and chasing him straightaway, Izaya noticed, amused.
But his face just ended up melting into a wistful, sad one. And if Izaya's eyes were right, it looked as if Shizuo was emitting 'pity' through his eyes. The hell… For a second he was surprised. Then he just became plain annoyed at the big brute and clenched his jaw tightly, turning around.
"Bye! I'm going home," he said haughtily. "Don't come chasing me okay." It was useless. That last line was plain stupid for him to say. Of course he'd come and chase him out of his selfishly-acclaimed area. It's a given.
~ Shizuo's PoV ~
Shizuo didn't know what to make of that last line. Judging by their unusual and bizarre relationship, of course he would give chase, right? He wasn't sure whether Izaya really was tired and wanted to go home or whether he was downright challenging him.
Yeah, hurry up and go home! With this I'll be free from the flea. Hurry up and die!
Shizuo was supposed to have that sort of thoughts floating around his mind, but, in the end he chased him.
Why am I doing this? This flea… Damn.
They had turned a few alleys that Shizuo had already known they would. He also knew what lied ahead.
Do you want me to die, Izaya? Even if I were to die when would you stop the habit of pissing me off! he thought angrily, ignoring the bead of sweat threatening to drop into his left eye with gravity. They turned a corner. This is it. There were two choices now ahead of him, and time was of the essence. Plus, these two choices involved the delicate issue of life and death. He could reach out and grab him, or he could come to a complete stop right then and there, or he could have the desperate need but not make it in the end. A pathetic attempt to save face.
Instead of what he should have chosen, instead of what anybody who hated Izaya would have chosen… Instead of what the whole world should have chosen…
He chose what a 'hero' would have decided to do.
"Stop," He reached out and grabbed that hand. "—being so selfish and die!"
~ Izaya's PoV ~
He felt somebody—no wait, of course it could only have been Shizuo—pull his hand harshly. And because of that sudden action, he felt his arm twist and his body throw itself to the wall. He just had time to reposition himself in a much more acceptable manner when a massive truck speeded past them. He would've been smashed down flat like a tomato had he went ahead and run straight.
Once again, there was that deep silence where he could actually hear his heart beating wildly as adrenaline pumped through his veins non-stop. He could also hear Shizuo sigh. It was… a little unnerving.
"What," he started, ignoring the fact that his voice shook, dismissing it as the adrenaline rush working wonders inside his slim body, and shook his hand free from the blond-headed debt collector. It wasn't as hard as he expected. In truth, he thought he'd have such an iron grip on his wrist that it'd probably just stay there when he pulled. Instead, it came free easily.
"Do you intend on saving me," he continued, voice still shaking. He stared hard on the ground, not wanting to look at him in the face.
"Izaya…" he heard. That… tone of sorrow does not suit him. Izaya began to feel a little threatened by it.
He snapped his head upwards, anger and hate masking his original features of confusion and uncertainty. He slapped the hand reaching for him away. Hmph. If the monster thought he could just go ahead and touch his perfect human body, think again. But… Maybe it was a little too harsh; after all, it had produced a loud sound. But he couldn't care less at the moment.
Shizuo looked surprised. And a little hurt.
"Stop looking at me with that face! You've been making it since a few minutes ago!" he retorted, and jumped up and, without a backward glance, ran away.
He didn't know where to go, with all those mixed-up feelings of his. He just knew that he had to get away from the monster, and fast. So he just ran. And ran, and ran, and ran. As far away as he could from the brute. It wasn't until he reached the subway already a few hundred meters away from the place he was at before that he turned around and scanned the area. No Shizu-chan.
Ignoring the little feeling of disappointment budding in him, he cursed instead and took out his subway pass, mixing in with the sea of people and going back to his humble abode in Shinjuku where he could at least be very sure that Shizuo wouldn't come looking for him.
In the train he'd boarded—after pushing selfishly through the throng of people rushing home after working hours—he stared down at his wrist, the one Shizuo had pulled on, thus saving his life and providing him another day to live on. He glared at it, fingers curling in his palm as he cussed. The monster had touched him. He would get infected. It would be the end of the world soon. Oh no.
But that won't happen, he knew. It was just a simple pull, plus, he had actually saved his life. For the second time, even. But if he thought that by doing so he'd get a whole-hearted 'thank you', then he was terribly, terribly wrong. Izaya had no intention of bringing up the matter the next time they met.
Then he realized something else—
His wrist hurt.
~ Shizuo's PoV ~
A few seconds of silence settled around Shizuo after the flea left, his hand awkwardly held out in front of him. It didn't hurt. Hell, if he could survive getting hit by a truck, how would a slap on his hand feel? Nothing more than an ant's bite. But if it didn't hurt at all, why did he feel a little torn up, under that flare of rage bubbling up inside of him?
He tried suppressing it. Tried telling himself that the source of his anger had already gone, so he just had to deal with it like an adult.
But in the end, he just couldn't.
With a burst of fury, he pounded the wall beside him, and left a big, gaping, crumbling hole afterwards when he pulled his fist out.
What kind of face should I make to look at Izaya, he thought, staring blankly ahead.
He'll die, that louse.
And I, saved him again.
Me who wants to kill him.
Contradicting.
Why did I help?
He bent over, not being able to stop the tears leaking out of his eyes. So he bent over, a hand spread across his face. In his innocent mind, he was trying to hide that pathetic crying face away.
But in reality, there was nobody around to witness it.
Why do I?
The one to deliver the flea the death will be me.
I'm the only one who can stop his heart beating.
Maybe that's why, I saved him.
I'll be the one to kill him, that's what I always hear myself say.
A little shorter than before, but I couldn't help it, so here you go. Ughh, a lot of Shizu-chan angst in this chapter, but honestly, who doesn't love some from our little milk-drinking debt collector? ^_^ And Izaya is not that honest with himself, oh no… Well, Shizuo isn't too.
Actually I'd originally planned to write this chapter during the weekend or so since I'd already posted one recently, but I just couldn't help it. I needed some Durarara! to see to… D: Though I guess it just means good news for all of you readers huh?