A/N: I lied. I got in the mood to write, again. Haha. Please enjoy! The next few chapters are going to introduce some characters, and I hope to start developing Shizaya in the next few (starting with this one.)

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(I just finished writing it, and omg I'm pretty sure this is the longest chapter so far? Idk. I've been writing for an hour+. Like.. non stop writing. I'm sorry if it's too long. LOL. I just got excited during writing it, and I couldn't stop writing? ENJOY.)

(The only warning I have is broken bone warning. But uh. I think I'm going to stop doing chapter summaries. I'm just going to put a (!) on the paragraph that the warning happens and (!) after thing is over. I only did it twice, I know? But I dunno. I forget to do them, and then I feel bad, but then I don't go back and put it in, and I'm sorry.)

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"What in the Hell do you mean punch the wall?"

Izaya rubbed at his temples, trying to explain the situation to Shizuo in a simpler way. He clicked his tongue as Shizuo rattled on about how stupid it would be to just beat the wall as hard as he could.

"-and then my knuckl-"

"Shizu. Listen. Do you think I can make you drown in non-existent water just by thinking it?"

"I thought that was the point."

Izaya sighed, clenching his fist.

"Your ability is your strength, which means it is stronger than my," he motioned his fingers in air quotes, "natural strength, right?"

Shizuo's eyebrows furrowed, but he nodded his head as a signal that he followed thus far. Izaya nodded back, putting his fist up to the wall. He breathed in, puffed his cheeks and breathed out. He was nervous, as he hadn't done something like this in years, but he couldn't carry Shizuo around if he was going to be dead weight. Closing his eyes and shoving his fist back, he tightened his body up and shot his eyes open, punching the wall in front of them as hard as possible.

Shizuo stared at the wall, unimpressed for half a second before the wall collapsed. He watched as Izaya blew on his knuckles, waving his hand around in slight pain before he saw the injury around his knuckles fade behind rapidly grown new skin. Izaya rubbed his eyebrow, looking back up at Shizuo.

"See that? You can't do that right now, can you?"

The brunette shook his head.

"It takes practice, Shizu. I didn't become 2 just by wishing for it. I had to make sure I could fight. Make sure I wouldn't die," he huffed, calling for Kida. The blond hopped up, putting his hands over the fallen bricks. The bricks shaped back up into a wall, curved inwardly. Izaya tapped Kida's shoulder.

"Softer material."

Kida growled at the raven, mumbling, "Softer material. Softer material. Aren't I just the big boss around here? Eh? Eh? Eh?" in a mocking tone. Izaya rolled his eyes and scowled as Shizuo laughed at the kid's impression, making Kida smirk to himself.

"Sounds just like you, eh? Eh?"

"Shut up, will you? I'm trying to help you."

Kida waved his hand to signal he was finished, admiring his work of makeshift mortar. Izaya smiled, grabbing Shizuo's hand.

"Clench your fist - no, put your thumb on your fingers. Never inside your palm. Good. Now, I want you to punch this wall as hard as possible. If it doesn't break, you aren't hitting hard enough."

"If I hit it as hard as I can, how is that not hard enough?"

Izaya bit the interior of his cheek before snapping his fingers.

"You're an idiot."

"What?" Shizuo clamped his teeth together, ready to punch the raven instead of the wall in front of him. Kida raised an eyebrow but walked away and sitting on one of the hills in the tunnel from deep underneath the upper city.

"I said you're an idiot. Are you such a brute, you can't understand words?"

"What is your problem all the sudden, you piece of shit? Want me to knock your damn teeth in?"

Izaya smiled, twirling his hand in the air before letting a blade slice out of his palm. He gripped it, slicing right through Shizuo's shirt and cutting him on the chest. Shizuo growled, swinging his fist towards the smaller man. Izaya jumped out of the way, hopping atop the wall as the brunette swung. The wall shattered under him, and Izaya swung again, hopping over the man's second punch. He began running towards Kida, with the angry brunette right behind him. Kida's eyes widened before he hopped up himself, swinging his arms around.

"Hey, don't bring that guy to m-"

"Build more walls! Now!" Izaya screamed, avoiding another punch from Shizuo, who shattered the metal left over bits around them. Kida smirked, having to give the raven some credit before throwing his ring into the air and clapping on it. A metal pole shot down from his hand, and he gripped the sides, watching them expand until it was a large metal wall. He jumped out of the way just win Izaya hopped over it; the brunette angrily crashed right through it, trying to grab at the raven.

Kida ran to the other side, grabbing a brick from the previous wall. He stomped on the side of it and grabbed his earring off. He inwardly apologized to Saki, who made the effort of finding a real diamond to replace his old earring that he had lost. As the brick became a large wall, Kida decided he should practice as well.

He closed his eyes and focused on a wall made of the diamond he was holding and breathed in. He'd done it before, but he was hoping he could transform an item into something without touching it like he'd done that one single time. He pursed his lips, tossing the earring into the air. He opened his eyes, snapping and focusing all the energy he had into creating the wall.

The earring expanded, bursting into a much larger wall than the others. He smiled to himself, wishing Saki was there to see it. Instead, he jumped towards Izaya, pointing excitedly to the wall. Izaya didn't seem to acknowledge his creation as he tripped on the brick wall and looked behind him with worry, avoiding another angry punch from the brunette behind him. At the last second, Izaya gripped Kida's head, flipping over him and running towards his diamond wall. Kida fell over, groaning as he hit the wall. Shizuo didn't seem to notice him, either, as he stepped on Kida's chest. The blond whimpered under him, squirming awkwardly as he heard his rib snap.

He wheezed for a second and groaned inwardly, gripping the top back of his head and trying to hurriedly creating blockage of the parietal lobe so pain wouldn't shoot down to his rib. He sighed to himself as the pain stopped, getting up. He already felt his rib healing, but he knew he would have to wait out the unblocking for another ten minutes or so and walked back towards the steps. He had exhausted all his energy for th-

He watched as Shizuo rammed into the diamond wall and fell over. Izaya stopped running and turned back around, watching the brunette hold onto shoulder, crying out curses.

"This is your damn fault, you flea. This hurts, oh, oh my God. I hate you. Fuck you! I'm going to kick your ass! I'm going to knock your teeth in!"

Izaya bent down next to him as Kida approached.

"What happened?"

"The diamond wall was a nice touch. Just imagine when he's at his full potential. That wall will, at least, have a hole broken into it."

"Oi. Did you hear me? What happened?" Kida bent down, moving Shizuo's hand out of the way. He made a face of disgust as he saw exactly what happened.

"Izaya, this isn't good. He doesn't heal like we do."

Izaya bit his lip.

(!)

"It's not my fault he tried to break that wall down with his shoulder," Izaya poked at the bone that poked out beneath the skin. Shizuo yelped, punching Izaya with his other arm. Izaya cried out, holding his bleeding nose.

"That really hurt, Shizu. My nose is brok- Oh, not anymore. That still hurt, though."

Kida sighed, taking off his jacket and slapping his hands onto it. A gurney formed underneath his hands, and he signaled Izaya to lift Shizuo from his other side. The brunette kept screaming curses at the raven as the two carried him back to the city.

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"Shinra!" Izaya cooed, kicking his legs when he saw his old friend, who smiled back warmly and waving.

The man looked at Shizuo, pouting his lower lip out at the sight of the poking bone. He touched his, raising an eyebrow when Shizuo made no indication of pain. Kida wiggled his fingers around.

(!)

"Blocking the pain out."

Shinra nodded, sitting beside the brunette.

"Who are you? My name's Shinra. Pleased to meet you!" He grinned at the boy, who gaped at him before shooting his glance towards Izaya.

"Same one?"

Izaya nodded, causing the brunette to look at the man again. He was nothing like he imagined. This guy was in a funky white coat and had strangely unnatural looking eyes.

Kida explained quickly though as he smirked at Shizuo.

"Admiring my handiwork? Yeeeah, the good ol' doc here broke his glasses trying to impress his girlfriend. I fixed him up some nice looking contacts, though."

Shinra groaned, pinching his nose before smiling weakly.

"I'd much rather my glasses, however. Kida told me I have to try these out, though," shooting an oddly unsettling smile at the blond. "Anyway, there's a problem. Izaya, Kida, I need to talk to you."

The three walked into the back of the small building, and the doctor looked back at the brunette.

"His arm will heal, but... there's no guarantee it won't have...drawbacks."

"Drawbacks?"

"His arm might be completely useless. He'll have problems even lifting it above his head."

Izaya shot a cold glance at Kida, who seemed to be look completely shaken. Guilt washed over him.

"There's... one thing I can do..."

Kida looked thrilled, gripping at the doctor's shoulders.

"I didn't break him? You can fix it?"

The young doctor looked down, curling his toes underneath his shoes.

"I can... give him regeneration."

Izaya furrowed his eyebrows, leaning back on the wall.

"Is this some kind of unnecessary joke? I need this kid fixed, Shinra, and if you can't do it, I'll have to leave him behind."

Shinra shook his head, staring at the ground.

"Why don't you go do it, then? What's the hold up?"

Shinra breathed in, staring at Kida in an attempt to prolong Izaya figuring out exactly what that meant.

Izaya tapped his foot impatiently, twirling his hand in a circle to signal an elaboration. Shinra sighed, rubbing his elbow.

"I can control the voice in your head, right? Make it stronger? More riled up?"

"Yeah?"

"Izaya, c'mon.. Don't make me have to actually say it."

Izaya pursed his lips, to frustrated to think and not just listen. He was beginning to have a migraine. Izaya recognized the strained looked and shook his head at Shinra, telling him to go ahead and just say it. Kida already figured it out, patting the doctor's back and walking out of the room. Hearing it in words would make him sick to his stomach. This was his fault. As he passed by Shizuo, his headache pierced his skull like a knife, causing him to twitch in pain. He rushed off, needing a nap with Saki before he passed out.

"Well, the voice... y'know... it's everyone, but I mean... It's just there for us."

Izaya's eyes widened.

"That's not... You can't..."

Shinra pursed his lips.

"I can give him the power of the Originals, Izaya. But... He'll have all the downfalls... He can't get angry, Izaya."

The raven slammed his head back on the wall, staring at the ceiling.

"I can't watch that, Shinra. I can't do it. I remember what happened when I..." his voice trailed off. Shinra nodded.

"I can take care of myself if anything happens. I can calm it down, too... But if...if he... I can't calm it down, then. If that happens, you're going to have to figure something out. He's not my responsibility to put down."

Izaya looked over at Shizuo, his eyes softening.

If Shizuo were to be left with his bum arm, he'd feel useless. Izaya could already read that kid like a book. He wanted to be something. He wanted to prove himself. But...

Izaya walked towards Shizuo, sitting down on the chair.

God, his head hurt.

"Oi, flea. Stop looking at me like that. You did this to me on purpose. Now I'll have a damn broken arm from months. How am I going to be helpful, then, huh, flea? Stupid fucking flea."

Izaya laughed weakly, causing the brunette to look over with concern.

"Oi, flea. I mean... Izaya. What's up with you? Say some-" He noticed the same look on Shinra's face, making him squirm.

"You won't have a broken arm, Shizuo."

His full name on Izaya's lips caused him to gulp, his face turning red. It soothed him, but the looks made him feel uncomfortable. His eyes widened.

"D-Don't kill me, you dumb flea! I'll be fin-"

"We aren't going to kill you," the doctor sighed. He looked over at Izaya, who nodded and walked out, avoiding eye contact with the panicked brunette. Shizuo twitched uncomfortably on the bed, staring at Shinra in horror.

"I need you to please stay calm, Shizuo. That is the most important thing you can do right now? Understand? Stay. calm."

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Shizuo looked around in the pitch blackness he was now in. He walked forward, jumping at the sound of the echo of his step fill the emptiness. He stopped, shouting out for someone.

My, my. You seem to have no stayed very calm.

Shizuo turned around, falling back when he saw himself - in a way that haunted him.

The Shizuo smiling back at him looked dangerous, eyes glazed over with something menacing. The Shizuo in front twirled his finger around his white hair, lips gripping on a cigarette with a large, crooked smile.

Shizuo clenched his fist, clenching his teeth, tightening his bac-

His shoulder.

It wasn't broken.

He grabbed at it, surprise washing over him.

I did that to you, you know?

"What did you do? Fix m- Who are you? Where am I?" Shizuo shouted at the suspicious twin, stepping back with every step forward the Shizuo in front of him took.

I'm you, you know?

Shizuo's eyes snapped to the side, the twin much closer, breathing on his neck as he spoke. Smoke puffed toward the brunette, causing him to cough.

Well, I'm about to be. You just couldn't stop panicking. It laughed, staring up at a light Shizuo hadn't noticed before.

Shizuo had to calm down. He couldn't think with this pain in his head. When did his head start hurting so bad? When did his heart start racing? Why was he so afraid?

Is it a natural instinct to calm down? The twin stopped smiling and pouted, his voice getting farther and farther.

It's okay, though. I'm sure I'll see yo-

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Shizuo gasped, shooting up. Izaya stared back at him, worry in his eyes. He felt the raven's hands brush into his hair, staring at him.

"Well, that's interesting," Shinra mumbled from the other side of the room. Shizuo looked down where his head had just been, eyes widening when he saw brown strands of hair covering his pillow.

Izaya smiled, admiring the boy.

"Well, I'll be damned. Blond looks good on you, Shizu."

Shizuo raised an eyebrow, staring around. Kida got the memo and grabbed at the cup Shinra was drinking out of, ignoring the doctor's protest. Shizuo watched as Kida turned the cup into a mirror, grabbing it as soon as possible.

He stared back at himself, shock replacing his confusion. His hair was blond. He twir-

He felt nauseous and noticed he was kicking his foot, along with having a cold chill run up his spine. His began licking his lips, feeling like was missing something. He really craved something, but he didn't know what.

He was also getting a tad irate.

Izaya looked over at the doctor.

"I don't think it's all too surprising. He was in there for awhile. And when I went berzerk, I didn't even look like myself."

"I don't give a damn about my hair color. I need... I need.." Shizuo was getting annoyed at not knowing what he needed. But he needed it. And fast.

"What?" Izaya furrowed his eyebrows before shaking his head. "Never mind that. Calm down. Don't get angry."

Too late for that. Shizuo was pissed. He NEEDED whatever he needed.

He looked out the window and immediately tried to stop his body from pushing Izaya out of the way and slamming out the door. He stared down at the poor guy he had noticed from in the building, the man trembling under him.

"I... Can I-"

"Give me that."

"Th-this?" The man whimpered, trying to hide it behind his back. Shizuo was having none of that, though, as he scowled at the man. The man yielded, shoving his cigarette towards Shizuo.

Izaya watched in surprise as the newly-blond boy inhaled as hard as possible on the cigarette, sighing in relief as soon as he got what he had needed so badly. He felt a calmness wash over him.

Fuck.

He was smoking.

He looked over at Izaya desperately, and the three Originals sighed, walking towards him.

"Was it smoking?"

"It?" Shizuo muttered, not letting the cigarette out of his mouth for a second.

"Ah...You. Were 'you' smoking?"

Shizuo realized what he was talking about, and he suddenly realized what it was. He snapped his head towards Shinra, throwing his cigarette down.

"What in the Hell did you do to me? Wha-" Shizuo cried out in pain. His head hurt so bad. He gripped at his head, falling to his knees.

"What in the Hell is happening to me? Fuck, it hurts. It hurts. It really hurts."

Izaya's eyes softened, bending down to be eye level with the confused boy.

"Things are going to be really different now, Shizuo. And I need you to listen to me. You can't get angry like that. Not anymore. You have to stop."

We can work together, Shizuo. He doesn't know it. He doesn't know what we'll be like together. He's just trying to control you.

Shizuo yelped, the grip on his head getting tighter.

"Make it stop. Make it shut up. It's talking to me. It hurts, Izaya. Please. I don-"

"This was a bad idea, Izaya."

Shinra bit his lip, moving his hands over Shizuo's. The blond's shoulders relaxed as the headache melted away, and the voice stopped.

The raven stood up, looking at Kida, who looked guilty again. The raven's mouth slanted, realizing that telling Shizuo to calm down wasn't going to do it.

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The two sat in the house in silence. Shinra and Kida realized Shizuo and Izaya needed to be alone, considering they were much closer than the rest of them. Shizuo stared down at the ground.

"I'm...an Original now?"

"More or less," Izaya sighed, watching as Shizuo continuously cut his arm with broken glass only for the skin to immediately heal.

"And the voice in my head?"

"That's the berzerk."

Shizuo played with the glass in between his fingers, humming to himself. He felt a strange calmness, even though he knew he should feel something completely different. He should be panicked. Worried. Frightened. Instead, he felt content.

"And if I get angry or sad-"

"You'll be back in the blackness, yes."

Shizuo nodded, staring the the glass again.

"Do I have a second ability?"

Izaya leaned back, examining the boy. He expected the blond to have already gone berzerk, or, at the very least, passed out from a headache. Instead, Shizuo stared at the ground with a calm look. It worried the raven slightly, who was also annoyed he couldn't predict the boy as easily as he thought he could.

"I don't know, yet. Do you feel an urge of some kind?"

Shizuo shook his head but then furrowed his eyebrows.

"I...actually... Don't feel anything," he mumbled, staring at the glass. "Is that from Shinra?"

Izaya shook his head.

"He calms the berzerk. Not you."

Shizuo nodded.

"Then, no. I don't feel anything. The closest to an 'urge' I have is to smoke," Shizuo muttered, scratching his wrist.

There was something else, though. He kept himself quiet, though, as he remembered what had happened to Izaya back at his village.

Just tell him, Shi-zu.

Izaya slapped his knees, getting up.

"I'm going out. Today has been stressful. Want to come?"

Shizuo shook his head.

"I think I'm just going to lay down. I kind of need to process all this."

Izaya nodded and began walking towards the door. Before he walked out, however, he looked back.

"Shizu."

"Yeah, flea?"

He smiled.

"Don't do anything stupid, okay?"

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Shizuo stared at himself in the mirror.

Do it. Trust me, Shizuo. Trust me.

Shizuo knew he shouldn't. He was fully aware of this, but the urge Izaya was talking about... Was this it? Should he act on it?

Shizuo sat down, nodding to himself.

"What are you going to do?"

What are we going to do, you mean. I can't explain it, Shizuo. Trust me. Trust me! TRUST ME. TRUS-

Shizuo gripped at his head. The more agitated the voice got, the more it hurt. He tried to calm it down.

"Well, what do I do?"

Get angry, Shizuo. Get angry. What are you angry about, Shizuo?

Shizuo bit lip, leaning back and looking at the door.

"I'm angry that you're in my head. I'm angry that Izaya did this to me without even asking me."

What else, Shizuo? C'mon, get pissed!

"I'm angry I'm here. I'm angry that I'm not at home. I'm angry that my brother's dead. I'm angry that I can't live peacefully. I'm angry at the people who keep us here. I'm angry that I have powers. I'm angry that I'm treated different."

He was getting agitated.

"I'm angry that I have damn headaches. I'm angry that I'm a freak. I'm angry that I get talked to like an idiot around Izaya and his friends."

His head hurt. God, did it hurt.

But suddenly, it didn't.

Shizuo looked back up in the mirror, and his eyes widened.

Half of his hair was brown, half of it was blond. One eye was his usual mocha. The other...was pure white. Just like Izaya's was...

Shizuo stood, putting his hand on the mirror. It crushed under his hand as he barely put pressure on it. He took his hand away, backing away from his broken reflection.

"What's going on?"

I told, Shizuo. We can work together. I can make you stronger. You can get angry. You can feel however you want. And I'll come help you.

Gloves formed on Shizuo's hands, and he stared at them in horror.

Don't worry, Shizuo. We're stronger than Izaya like this. We can crush him.

"What are you talking about? I do-"

You do know if they see you like this, they'll kill you, right? But they can't! We're stronger than them! We can crush them all!

Shizuo shook his head.

"I don't want to."

WE CAN CRUSH THEM. WE CAN CRUSH THEM. WE CAN CRUSH THEM.

"I DON'T WANT TO," Shizuo screamed out into the empty home. The voice quieted down, but he felt something menacing. He could've sworn he heard the voice smirk.

Shizuo, don't be silly. We aren't going to actually crush them. We can, but we won't.

"Is...is this my second ability? Merging with you?"

It laughed, and Shizuo sat down, trying to calm himself down.

You don't like violence, do you, Shi~zu~o?

The boy shook his head.

No one really likes violence, Shizuo. We can calm them down, y'know?

"The berzerks? Like Shinra?"

No, no. Listen, Shizuo. Do you miss Ka-su-ka?~

Shizuo tensed up.

Everyone loves someone, Shizuo. Wouldn't it be nice if they saw them?

Shizuo side eyed nothing in particular, but his eyes narrowed. He was listening now.

Imagine if Kida were to fight you, Shizuo. You could make him see Saki. He wouldn't fight her, now would he?

Shizuo pursed his lips, remembering Kida had mentioned his girlfriend.

"I couldn't do that if I've never seen them, so you're full of shit."

It laughed, again.

How about you try it on Izaya when he gets home, Shizuo? Let him walk in, and the next time he blinks from the moment he sees you, you'll see. We can work together, Shizuo. But don't tell anyone about you merging with me. That'll get you killed. No one likes my kind.

"Why can I do that, and none of them can?"

Shizuo was suspicious. He didn't believe a thing it said, but he was looking at the shattered remains of the proof. He had heard Izaya. You lose control if you go berzerk, if you are emotional.

"When I went berzerk, Shizu," Izaya muttered quietly, "I wasn't myself. That's why... Kida isn't a fan of mine. I didn't have control. I couldn't talk, I couldn't move. It was controlling me. I was like that for years, and I couldn't get out. It gets harder to get control the longer your stuck in your head, but I did it. I got my mind back, and I can't go back, Shizuo. You can't go berzerk. There are some people who can never get their minds back. If you get angry, if you let it have control, I don't know if I can save you."

Shizuo was in control, though. He had full control over his body and thoughts. The only difference was that he was much, much stronger. He could feel that. He had already seen it - crushing a mirror by barely having his palm on the glass.

He closed his eyes.

Just you wait. Just think like you want to be who he's thinking about. The people we love, Shizuo, we always have in the back of our minds. So just think to yourself, be the person he loves. You can do it. You'll have access to his memories, too. Trust me, Shizuo.

And he did.

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Izaya unlocked the door, excited to share his ice cream with Shizuo. Well, technically, it was Shizuo's ice cream from Kida, -as an apology- but the blond didn't have to know that. He smiled, swinging the bag with the tub of ice cream in the air and jumped inside.

"I'm ho-"

His eyes widened, and the ice cream fell to the floor.

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OMG. THAT LOOKS SO LONG SO FAR. IDEK LIKE I SAID I WRITE IN THE COPY-N-PASTE, BUT IT LOOKS SO LONG, AND I'M ACTUALLY PRETTY HAPPY WITH HOW THIS STORY WAS GOING, AND THEN I KEPT WRITING, AND I WAS LIKE,

"OMG WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT ? THE PLOT TWISTS!" EVEN THOUGH I WAS WRITING IT? IDK? I JUST GOT EXCITED, AND I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT BC OMG I GOT EXCITED WRITING IT.

Okay, okay. See you guys, tomorrow!