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 6
~ Shizuo's PoV ~
*Shizuo? Are you okay? You look kind of pale.*
Shizuo scanned his eyes over her PDA, and looked back up at Celty. "Nah, I'm alright. No need to worry about me."
*But…* Celty withdrew her hand, typed up something else, and deleted it again, and in the end, rested both her hands on the edges of the bench they were sitting on.
Shizuo leaned back and closed his eyes, not seeming to have any more to talk about. If Celty thought he looked pale, then he is, he supposed.
Last night, he had another vision. He expected Izaya to die again, maybe, hopefully, in a ditch this time. But what he witnessed shook him.
Izaya didn't die, like he expected.
He did.
He foresaw his own death.
He never thought it possible. After all, not even a truck ramming into him nor bullets manage to seriously injure him. But… Shizuo frown deepened. He couldn't really remember what he saw, but what he definitely did see was him being tied up and looking dead.
Soon Celty left, having work to do, and Shizuo merely nodded, and went back home, keeping a careful eye on whoever might have the guts to attempt to kill him.
"Shizuo!"
He turned around to see Kadota waving at him instead, and waited as he caught up. "Hey, Kadota."
"Hey. Have you eaten yet? Come on, I'll treat you."
Shizuo frowned. "Karisawa had better not bribed you into this, right?" he asked, knowing full well how far the woman would go to have either him or Izaya in the vicinity just so she can gather enough 'data' to progress with her doujin circle.
Kadota chuckled and shook his head and led his friend to Russian Sushi. They didn't order much, but Shizuo wasn't that hungry anyway and he thought that Kadota just brought him there to enjoy his company. He couldn't deny that he enjoyed it too. Kadota wasn't as annoying as Shinra and Izaya are.
He wished he could've paid more attention to the contents of his glass of iced tea and the suspicious traces of a little powder lining a part of the rim though. A guy like him could never have expected a little something added to his drink, after all.
~ Izaya's PoV ~
Izaya cocked his head to the side as he stood among the crowd waiting to cross the street. Suddenly he heard the familiar roar of Celty's bike, and merely watched on as she speeded across, while other people chatted excitedly and tried to snap a lucky picture. He shook his head, a smile playing on his lips. Celty is a common enough existence in Ikebukuro, so why bother speaking about her non-stop? The rumors are almost never-changing.
But he couldn't deny that what he was looking for wasn't this familiarity. If he wanted to see Celty a simple text message or a call to Shinra would do. What he was looking for was some apparent damage to the city he so loved. Damage done by Ikebukuro's strongest man, Heiwajima Shizuo. Proof that the man himself was still there.
He had never seen him since the night he came to Shinra's place when he was injured. Now he was fully recovered and still delving into humans' private affairs, but whenever he made a stop by Ikebukuro no matter how long he lingered he never saw the blond brute.
He had carefully counted the days, and today was the fifth. He could tell the city was literally overflowing with rumors about Shizuo by then. None, he noticed, so much as mentioned the possibility of him staying cooped up at home as the result of a simple case of the flu. Some even said that maybe he, Izaya, had managed to remove him somehow, through connections, but Izaya would never do that sort of thing. Sure, he sent gangs, the police, paid truck drivers to 'create' accidents, but that was because he knew none of them could hold Shizuo back long enough—or kill him, for that matter—for him to make a comeback. If he wanted to kill Shizuo he would've done it himself, maybe even in a flashier way.
Today, it seemed, would be another failure. He had wandered around the city for hours and still not a sight of him. He thought that maybe Tanaka Tom had a hint, but the man said Shizuo had gone home as usual the night before he disappeared, and had not shown up for work the next day. Phone calls made to him went by unanswered.
One of Izaya's own cell phones rang as he started to cross the road along with many of the humans he loved. The name flashing on the screen indicated that the caller was Shinra.
"Hello~"
"Hey, Izaya. I just wanted to ask—have you seen Shizuo lately?"
"Ah, everybody is asking that very same question. Alas, no. I have not. I myself don't know why he disappeared so suddenly like that."
Shinra sighed at the other end of the line. "I was just worried that maybe you had something to do with it."
"Aww you're so cruel, Shinra! Unfortunately, I had nothing to do with it this time."
"So, can you check it out? I'll tell you whatever information I manage to get my hands on, that is, if you don't already know."
"Why would I do that?"
"I know you'll do just that, Izaya. After all, I bet you couldn't stand the thought of having Shizuo struggling in someone else's hands without you knowing about it and cackling your head off."
Izaya shook his head amusedly. "Okay, you win. Bye Shinra~" he said in a cheerful tone, but stopped short when somebody bumped into him. He smiled at the flustered young man, lightly brushing aside his apology.
"Ah, part of it was my wrong too, I didn't pay attention. By the way, do you know somebody by the name of Heiwajima Shizuo?"
"Namie-saaa~~an~" Izaya called out as he kept his eyes on the computer screen, an annoying smile on his face as usual.
"What?" was the prompt irritated reply by the female secretary who was currently sorting out documents at another end of the room.
"Nee~ Have you heard anything about Shizu-chan lately? I'm so bored. There's hardly anything new about him other than silly accusations of me having possibly finishing him off."
"Why, didn't you 'possibly have finished him off'?"
"Stop answering my question with a question. So, have you? Or didn't you? Well, it'd be no big surprise, seeing as how cold you are nobody would dare tell you something that's not based on concrete proof."
"Firstly, no. And secondly, I don't listen to rumors if they aren't beneficial to me."
Izaya laughed. "Haha, I, on the other hand, listen to every interesting story my humans have to tell. No matter how silly they are they have to be based on something. And my job is to find what that 'something' is, right, Namie?"
"I'm going to stop talking to you now."
Izaya giggled, then sighed dramatically. "I'm going out. Take care of all the documents before you leave, Namie~" He stood up, got into his coat and pranced out the door before Namie could complain.
He was once again in the streets of Ikebukuro, replying a message to one of his contacts while dodging the mass of people out going around at night. There wasn't a sign of Shizuo's presence anywhere so he stopped looking for him just to piss him off.
"Another uneventful day…" he sighed, hoping for something interesting enough to happen.
A few minutes later one of his phones rang. He mildly noticed that it was the one Shizuo had the number to and his heart couldn't help but flutter with anticipation. He saw with expected disappointment that Shizuo's name wasn't on the screen, instead 'private number' was. He flipped the cover open without much hesitation; if it was a private number then maybe someone else had something to do with him. That meant more delicious information.
"Hello~"
"This is Orihara Izaya, correct?"
Izaya raised an eyebrow at the smooth, masculine voice. It sounded like somebody who had power, and more than anything, he recognized the sadism in there somewhere.
Chillingly, the voice sort of sounded like him, in a way. But Izaya shook it off as mere coincidence.
"Yes, and you are?"
"I don't wish for my name to be known, after all, I'm just a nobody here."
"Hmm? Then—"
"Orihara Izaya-san, you, of all people, should have noticed how Heiwajima Shizuo disappeared all of a sudden, don't you?"
"Yes?" Izaya pressed on with renewed anticipation and immense interest.
The man on the other end of the line chuckled, and then he heard some shuffling, as if he was trying to pass the phone on to someone else.
~ Shizuo's PoV ~
He wasn't exactly sure of what had happened. He just felt… nothing. Uneasiness, anger, fear… nothing. It was as if somebody had turned his emotion-switch off and he became a living robot. He barely even felt the rough rope cutting into his skin, barely felt the numbness in his legs from sitting down the whole time; he just stared at the ground listlessly as the shadow of a man walked back and forth. He couldn't comprehend what the man was saying, and to who.
He noticed the shadow growing bigger and bigger, but he didn't realize when the man had actually came close and tapped on his shoulder lightly. When Shizuo made no move to respond the man laughed quietly—to himself, it seemed—and reached under his chin to bring his face, and attention, upwards.
He couldn't see part of the man's face because of the darkness, but who cares, he'd most probably forget it soon after anyways. His eyes strayed to the bright thing he was holding in his other hand. The man was talking again, but Shizuo didn't listen. His eyes were trained on the… phone, he realized.
"Shizuo-san."
Shizuo looked back up again at the familiar sound of his name, or, at least, that's what the man said his name was. "Hnn?"
"Here, it's Orihara Izaya-san. I'm sure you two would want to talk to each other?"
"I…zaya…?" he repeated. That name sounded familiar too, but he couldn't place where.
"Here, say something." The man leaned closer and pressed the phone to his ear. Shizuo stiffened at the sudden coolness of the screen.
"Shizu-chan?" he heard someone say at the other end of the line. There was a lot of noise in the background, and it was a little bit hard to listen to the other man when he was talking so quietly. He blinked, not knowing what to say. So he said the stranger's name again instead. "Izaya…"
"Sh-Shizu-chan!" he heard the stranger say in a louder voice but the man patted his head and took the phone away.
~ Izaya's PoV ~
Izaya found it hard to believe. It really was Shizuo. And he was with someone else.
"Who exactly are you? Whoever you are, you must be something to actually have Shizu-chan in your hands like this," he said smoothly.
"Hmm~ You don't need to know who I am. Anyways, if you want him wait a while and I'll mail you the details."
"Oh? This easily? I thought it'd be much harder to persuade you. Not that I complain, it saves me a lot of trouble, really. And money."
The other man laughed. "Yep, I've already had my fun, after all."
Izaya didn't like the way he said 'fun'. "Well, thank you for returning him kindly, then. I'll hang up now."
"Understood."
Izaya made his way to a bench and leaned backwards, holding his phone some distance away from his eyes to await the mail he'd been promised. Actually he expected nothing to come, and that he'd have to go through tracing where the call had come from and go to that place himself, but the brief ringtone soon after proved him wrong.
He scanned his eyes over the address on the screen and passed through the streets without much attention to the people around him anymore.
Ahh, things are finally getting interesting… :3 Sorry for the late update—and the short chapter—I've been busy for awhile now. I've been watching Katekyo Hitman Reborn. XD I couldn't believe how I failed to notice such a cool anime before… I thank 8TV for airing it [in Malaysia] on Saturdays! You have my gratitude! [hah, as if one of the 8TV staff is reading this] But still, of course, I prefer original Japanese. I hate dubbing… Though the Chinese versions sound pretty good.
Oh~ well. It's starting to stray away from Akio-sama's original plot now so you guys can't have a grip on what's going to happen. :3 Heehee~ Writing Shizu-chan angst always has a different feel than Izaya… But really, this chapter gives away a lot. O_o