"I will kill you"

Shizuo couldn't help but feel uneasy at the threat. This man was way weird. It must be that.

Izaya on the other hand was trying to snap his brother out of the trance. "Nii-san, please! Cut it out! Listen to me!"

Sebastian pushed past the raven and approached Shizuo. The blonde took a half step back.

"Shizu-chan for once in your whole life think of this as the best advice ever given. Get away from here. Run with that monstrous energy of yours and don't stop unless you end up in public. Do not stop! Just get away from here! Put all of your trust into that one percent here and now!"

Shizuo stared at the panicked informant. Something was seriously wrong if he was trying to protect Shizuo.

A spark of panic ran through the ex-bartender and he turned and bolted, not looking back at Izaya or that man. If Izaya was afraid of all people, he needed to get the fuck away. He vaguely saw from the corner of his eye Sebastian starting to bolt but the informant blocking him using his whole body. He stood in front of his brother.

"Sebastian Michaelis!" no response and Sebastian looked at Izaya angrily, unaware that it was really Izaya.

"Move"

He took no heed to Sebastian's words. He knew this was dangerous. He knew…

He knew when he was slammed into the floor.

He knew when he tried to get up and was thrown into the freezing lake.

He knew when he surfaced and took a deep breath, only to be shoved back under.

He knew when he broke free, freezing, and yelled for his brother to stop.

He knew when he was being injured one after the other.

He knew when he had to stab his brother against his wishes.

He knew when he saw his brother's eyes turn crimson again.

He knew when he saw his brother's face change from shock, realization, and then horror.

He knew when he fell against the tree, unable to stand.

And he knew…until he couldn't see anymore.

*timeskip*

Shizuo finally reached his hotel again. He slammed the door shut and leaned against it heavily, breathing deeply.

After he caught his breath he took a bottle of water and gulped it all down greedily. He discarded the bottle in a random corner and flopped onto the bed.

What was that?

His eyes were Gold and he ignored the informant as if he couldn't hear him. He had a deadly aura and he hated to admit it but there was something about him that creeped Shizuo out a bit.

He wondered what the flea meant when he told him to run. More importantly he wanted to know what was running through his head. That guy said that he was going to kill him. Isn't that what Izaya always wanted? Shizuo's death? That's what their goal was. To kill each other. In sickness and health. Quite the opposite from wedding vows. He chuckled ruefully.

On the other hand that person…he scared the flea. Was he being blackmailed by him? Enemies maybe? Shit. He needed to know…

Phantomhive Manor:

Sebastian was talking to Ciel in his study.

"Bocchan. I will be outside for the duration of the day."

"Sebastian, I need you here," Ciel ordered.

"Bocchan I h-"

"Enough, Sebastian. I've ordered you here and you will stay." The young master repeated.

"Bocchan," he tried. Ciel looked up ready to yell at him for disobeying orders but stopped under Sebastian's gaze. The butler was directly in front of him and looking down at him with cold, scrutinizing eyes.

"Bocchan. I don't ever ask for anything. There are things I don't tell you about me because there is no reason for you to know. Now something has arisen and I must take care of it. I never asked to go outside; I told you I would be outside." The butler turned and walked out calmly.

Ciel stared at the door long after it had been closed. Disobeying a direct order…

Izaya:

His eyes felt heavy. He was so tired. Everything was a dull throb.

The informant opened his eyes slowly, blurs of color coming into focus. The first thing he saw was the ceiling. He blinked the drowsiness away and turned his head. He was in his room…his home in Japan…wait a second. The informant shot up, his head reeling.

How did he get here!? He was just in England! With Ciel and Bard and Finny and Mey-Rin! And…Sebastian. It dawned on him. He either must have been out a long time he was passed out or Sebastian used his maximum speed, capable of running around the world six times in one day if he wished. Izaya could do it too. Did Sebastian think that he wasn't gonna try to come back?

He stood up and walked over to the washroom. He then looked in the mirror, taking in the extent of his damage.

He knew he had a cut on his back…there was a bruise on his stomach, a smaller cut on his cheek; he could have sworn he had broken a rib. Guess not. He had a small bandage on his head again and a thin bandage around his right wrist which wrapped up around his fingers delicately.

He dressed himself and walked downstairs, seeing Namie.

"Namie?"

The secretary looked up. "Oh. You're up."

"Namie, was I dropped off by someone who looked like me except with longer hair and a suit that looked like he was a butler?"

She blinked. "Yes, actually. Who was he?"

He ignored the question. "Namie, I'm going underground," he lied. "I'll be back…in a month."

She simply shrugged.

It was dark after a while and Izaya had run through every alternative in his head. He had no other choice.

He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

England:

It was one in the evening…twelve twenty in the morning back in Japan.

The ex-bartender got a call while he was still in his hotel room. He didn't bother to check the I.D. and answered.

"Heiwajima Shizuo," he grumbled.

There was no response on the other end and Shizuo was getting impatient.

"Listen, if this i-"

"Shizu-chan…" a soft voice sounded back.

"….flea? Why the hell are you calling me?" his voice softened a bit as he asked that but paid no attention to it.

"Shizu-chan. I am dead serious when I tell you this. I'm in Japan."

The blonde pause and then scoffed. "As if flea! You were only here last night! You couldn't be there already!"

"Shizu-chan I am in Japan. Listen." The informant held up the phone to Kadota.

"Yo, man. I was only told to say that he's back."

Shizuo was shocked. What in the world…?

The informant took the phone back and walked over to an abandoned alley.

"Shizu-chan. I'll strike a deal with you that will benefit us both. I'll meet you in twenty minutes at your hotel room. You let me stay there for a day, I'll tell you everything you want to know. You've already seen it anyways."

Shizuo contemplated it over in his head. He did want to know..."Okay flea. But how will you get here in twenty?"

"I'll tell you later." Izaya hung up.

Twenty minutes…

Every thirty seconds Shizuo would glance at his clock. This would have to be the longest twenty minutes of his life.

FINALLY after twenty minutes, there was a soft knock at his door.

The debt collector stood up and made his way to the door, opening it. The first thing he saw was Izaya was standing there, panting. His hands were on his knees and he was sucking in air. It took a lot of energy to do that and he wasn't exactly in the best shape.

"Whoa…come in?"

The informant made his way in and collapsed on the bed.

"Do you...haa…have water?" he asked breathlessly.

"Yeah." He handed the informant water and the raven took a small sip before gulping it down.

"Ok…take a seat I guess. You wanted answers?"

"Yeah…"

The informant looked up towards his long-hated enemy…and began his story.

Well almost done! Maybe another few chapters…I'm thinking 3 maybe. Thanks to Alwaysblu again~! As well as Hanako-Chan16! I loved the review. XD made me die laughing. Also thanks to zymiko and climbingVENTS. So new poll results! I'm planning on making another Shizaya story soon. What should Izaya's disability be? (Because I'm so mean...)

Have Amnesia – 2

Injured severely by gang members – 1

Blind – 0

Mute – 3

Deaf – 0

Losing all Five Senses (no death. Always a loop because I hate death fics) – 0

Injured severely by Shizuo – 0

So Mute is currently winning! But Amnesia isn't far behind! Review!