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 5

~ Shizuo's PoV ~

He hadn't been getting any more of those visions lately, but as much as he would love to believe that it'd finally been over, there wasn't any news of the flea being dead. Which could only mean that he couldn't have gone near any constructions sites. Yet.

But, what exactly is this feeling? It's like something's coming, and somehow it's like I won't be totally ready when it does, Shizuo thought as he walked in a slow and steady pace, a cup of iced coffee in his hand. Truthfully he didn't want to drink coffee, but Tom-san took the trouble to treat him to a cup too, so he couldn't actually refuse. Unlike one certain ungrateful flea, he wasn't the type to sneer at what other people so generously gave him. He sighed as he stared at the now-milky contents. At least Tom-san was considerate enough about his kouhai to buy an ice-blended one with extra whipped cream he could tone down the flavor with.

Today's job was like a wild goose chase. Sources informed of their debtor hiding in his friend's place at a section of Ikebukuro, but when they'd got there nobody was home and passersby didn't recognize the men. Then they had to go back to the city and poke around and check some of the infamous gambling houses in case they were there. So far they had checked nearly twelve and nothing, nothing, nothing.

So naturally, Shizuo got really annoyed, and Tom-san allowed him to go home and do whatever he wanted. But he wanted to clear his head so he decided to walk aimlessly around the city for a while. So far, so good. Nobody bothered him. Nobody bumped into him. Nobody acted annoying enough for him to get irritated. And there was no flea around to make his life any more miserable than it already is. If only Celty was around he could complain to her, but she had her own job to do so he didn't want to use up her time.

He looked at the clock erected in the middle of the park. It was then 10.30 p.m. He went on for a while more, and just when he thought it was time to go home already and rest a phone call came. Shizuo initially wanted to ignore it. It couldn't be Kasuka anyway, he had told him further hand that he couldn't contact him much for a couple of weeks since he'd be overseas, and Tom-san had already let him go, he surely wouldn't bother him now, besides, if it's work there was always tomorrow. That narrowed down to a very small amount of people. Since, after all, even a grade-schooler's cell phone has way more contact numbers than his.

The first call went by unanswered. Shizuo kept on walking, slurping on his iced coffee and inwardly wincing at the taste.

The second call was ignored too, and Shizuo started to feel a little guilty. Whoever it was could be desperate to talk to him, or might have something important to say. But he rarely got to go on a long walk like this and appreciate the rare peace, so he wanted to enjoy it as much as he can before the stinking louse came by and ruined everything.

When the third call came he reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and flipped it open with a frustrated sigh.

"Hello?"

"Shizuo! Where have you been! I've been trying to reach you ages ago!" It was Shinra's voice, which was currently shouting a bit too loud against his ear.

"What, Shinra? I'm a bit tired today and I just want to go home." And what do you mean by 'ages ago'? You've only called me three times.

"Izaya," Shinra interjected before Shizuo could hang up on him. He supposed it was good luck he managed to say it quick enough. By then he got his full attention.

"What…?"

"Izaya. He got caught up in this freak accident. I don't know all the details but somebody I knew sent him here. Says he got crushed in the middle of a construction site. Why he was there in the first place, I would never know. I just finished patching him up, so come over if you want to."

Shizuo's eyes instantly widened when he heard 'construction site'. With a little embarrassment he remembered the last time he actually told Izaya to promise him not to go near any sites, but, that was when he was delirious. It'd been better if that never happened.

Yup. Shizuo closed his eyes as he returned the phone back into his pocket and finished the last of his coffee.

It'd been better if nothing ever happened.

Shizuo saw that the front door was left open as he made his way up the stairs to Shinra's apartment. In the back of his head he thought that Shinra was actually expecting him to come. Well, damn. He actually did. Or maybe he had left it open so he wouldn't just throw open the door…?

There seemed to be nobody around, so he just kicked off his shoes and went in by himself. Shinra wouldn't mind. Other times Shizuo had forced his way through and they had gotten along just fine afterwards. He spotted Celty in the kitchen, and called out.

Her shoulders twitched, as if surprised, and she stopped whatever she was doing to turn around and face Shizuo, PDA already in gloved hands.

*Shizuo! Did you hear from Shinra?*

Shizuo nodded. "What are you doing?"

She stepped aside and he saw that she was preparing tea. He looked at it with immediate dislike. He had just finished a cup of bitter iced coffee; no way was he going to drink hot tea this time. No amount of sugar would ever mask the aftertaste that lingered at the back of his throat, besides, Shinra had told him to watch his sugar level. And he could still taste coffee on his tongue, too. Celty seemed to sense Shizuo's dislike emanating off him in waves, and held up a hand to catch his attention, then went over to the fridge and produced a cold glass bottle of milk. Shinra had always made sure they had a continuous stock so they could at least attempt to make Shizuo calm down in case of uncontrollable situations.

It would seem that by Shizuo's apparent relief and smile, they should be grateful for the holy drink called 'milk'. Celty was secretly amused that no matter how Shizuo tried to put up a good front and act like an adult, he still has childish taste and can get a little naïve sometimes. It was a side to him that nobody except his friends would know.

Celty finished up and picked up the tray, but Shizuo went ahead and took it from her. "Come on, show me the way," he said.

If only Celty had a head, she would smile warmly back at him and say a sincere 'thank you'.

Shizuo wasn't too surprised when he saw Izaya's state. At least, he hoped he didn't.

The raven-haired man was lied down on a bed, sleeping, with bandages covering random parts of his body, and around his head, too. One side of his cheek had a band-aid on it, most likely by having it scraped against the cement. He didn't look too seriously injured.

Shizuo kept quiet as Shinra explained, but all he could completely understand was 'not serious', 'all right', and 'in good condition'. Anyway, it was all he needed to know.

Sometime later both Celty and Shinra left the room, and Shizuo felt secretly relieved that they did. He stared at Izaya's face silently.

"Hey, flea. Why did you do that? I told you not to go near any construction sites right? Why are you being so fucking stubborn? Do you want to get killed that badly? Huh? I'm tired, all right? I'm tired of having to bother myself with you. Why do you…" He laid his head on the pillow besides Izaya's and closed his eyes. "…have to make my life so miserable?"

~ Izaya's PoV ~

Shizu-chan had fallen asleep seconds ago.

Izaya glanced sideways at him; his eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling, but his facial expression remained ever so restless and creased as he saw it four days ago, in this same apartment. He went back to staring blankly at the ceiling.

Honestly, he never thought that it would come to this. He drew in a deep breath, and nearly laughed at his own bad luck when his chest hurt. Sure, he had stopped by the construction site near the meeting place after all business was attended to, but it was just for his own stupid curiosity to see if something would happen to him there or not. Nothing stood out in the inky blackness and nothing stood out of place among all the machinery and supplies. Surely, nothing that seemed deadly enough.

But he made a slight miscalculation. Ignoring the 'danger zone' sign, he stepped into it nonetheless, and aha, he was crushed soon after. Seems like the 'do not enter, danger zone' sign was put there for a reason. However, Izaya sort of cursed his luck. It was the second time at a construction site, and as if the first time wasn't enough he actually got injured now. He'd hate to admit if Shizuo's presence affected anything.

Slowly, he brought his bandaged hand from under the covers and petted Shizuo's hair, watching him. Unknown to him, Izaya had actually been awake since Shinra and Celty left; he just left his eyes remain shut and listened for any indications on what the blond's next actions might be. He almost flinched when he came and sat beside him, but managed to calm down when he heard him talk. Shizuo… didn't sound like Shizuo at all. His voice had taken on a melancholic tune and wavered at random words, very much unlike the strong, firm voice he usually heard almost every day.

"You're wrong, Shizu-chan," he whispered. "I don't want to die, at least, not yet. It just sparked my interest how you would be able to know all these things. I know you're tired. It's okay if you are, though. You can just leave me alone and let me die. After all, you've always wanted me dead, right?" He chuckled lightly, and buried his face in those wonderfully soft locks of blond.

"But Shizu-chan, I'm not sorry for making your life 'miserable', as you say. I finally got Ikebukuro's grand prize to pay attention to me now, in spite of everything that's happened."

At that moment Izaya might not have realized it thanks to his bursting ego and self-proclaimed hate for Heiwajima Shizuo, but slowly his feelings toward the so-called 'monster' was beginning to change.

Well well well. :D So now both Shizuo and Izaya are slowly beginning to have to acknowledge their feelings towards each other, yay~ BUT, it won't end here. [evil laugh] I plan on torturing them both some more so sorry if you're looking forward to a short and sweet lil' story, I plan on prolonging their tale!

For some reason when I look back on my prepared drafts, some of the incidents look strangely familiar to author icywarm-san's story Nai Wata Shi. D: So icywarm-san, I hope you understand if there are some scenes after this that resembles your story, but don't worry, they are only slightly similar, and I don't plan on having Psyche-chan here. ^u^ P.S: You should check out her story, it's really nice.

Lastly, sorry if this chapter was a bit shorter than the previous ones. I couldn't find a way to elaborate more without Shinra coming in and ranting about medicine and his love to Celty. I don't want him ruining the mood. XD Oh and I hope you could accept Celty, even though she has short 'screen time' I had fun writing her.