A/N: Hello, I changed the name of the story to Decay bc my editors and I decided it sounds better, by the way I have editors now yay!

Disclaimer: All Durarara! characters belong to Ryogo Narita. I don't own them.

Warning: Before you go any further know that this will be yaoi which means boyxboy also know that this will have gore in it. If your all cool with that then please enjoy!


Chapter 2

Shinjuku was quiet. Not untouched by the carnage that befell Ikebukuro, but deadly quiet nonetheless. Not a living soul was in sight. A calmingly blue sheen covered the environment as snow flurries gently fell down to touch the charred battle worn streets; A false serenity shrouding the massacred underbelly of the district. Masaomi laughed at how similar the Shinjuku had become to the man who lived here. Searching for his phone in the ice cold pockets of his winter jacket, the blonde was met with nothing but soaking wet fabric. Groaning in annoyance the blonde looked up to the seemingly untouched apartment complex.

"Please don't make me come here for nothing Saki…"

The boy whispered, walking silently up to the front door of the building. He was surprised to see the glass open automatically for him; cautiously walking through the waiting doors, the blonde looked around the fluorescently lit room.

"It's only been four days since this all happened, I guess it's not ridiculous to assume some places still have power."

Rubbing the dirt off his red stained cheeks, Masaomi recalled how quickly his house had lost power. After three days of isolation, the former Yellow Scarf thought it was time to venture out and see the damage, as well as find Saki. Of course he tried calling Mikado and Anri, but neither of them answered. Going outside was a bad idea; he'd seen so much shit that he began to believe that none of his friends were alive. Shaking his head to wash away his thoughts, the blonde returned to examining the room. The elevator looked fine, but he didn't want to take any chances. Locating the emergency staircase, Masaomi put his ear to the door to listen for movement. After a soundless minute, he slowly twisted the handle to open the door, and began to scale the bleach white steps, cringing slightly at his heightened hearing skills.

"... All because of those jobs.."

His thoughts dropped off quickly as he approached the informants floor. Listening through the door once more, Masaomi steeled his expression, bringing up his old gang leader persona. Exhaling deeply, he summoned up all the authority he could muster and pushed against the heavy steel door. Padding cautiously into the dimly lit hallway, he let out a sigh of relief. 'No zombies, that's good.'

"It's all clear.."

He breathed, resting his head against the wall.

"Not exactly."

Stiffening up in fear, the teen darted his head to the source of the noise only to find Izaya staring at him with amused red eyes. The informant had a bag strapped over his left shoulder and a bloodied switchblade dangling from his right hand. One or two smears of the crimson liquid were dripping off his right cheek, highlighting his dark eyes, giving him an even more psychotic appearance. The older male's smile sharpened as Masaomi continued to stare stiffly at him. Trying to wipe away the shock from his face, Masaomi focused on making his voice as civil as possible; making sure that Izaya couldn't find any cracks in his armor and antagonize him. The boy's face became a blank canvas as he shifted his copper colored eyes to meet a set of dark red, nodding in seldom greeting to the informant.

"Izaya."

Flipping away his switchblade and concealing it in his pocket, Izaya focused his gaze on the stoic teen.

"So what brings you to my humble abode, Masaomi Kida? Could it be that you're looking for your precious Saki?"

At that, Masaomi scowled, lashing out as he hit the wall with his fist.

"If Saki is here, just spit it out already you bastard!"

Raising his hands in a mockingly defensive manner, Izaya backed away a few steps, a faux innocence adorning his face as he spoke. He wasn't taking anything Masaomi said or did seriously and it only caused more frustration to build within the former gang leader.

"Calm down, calm down, you're acting like I started this whole mess,"

The informants voice turned more sinister as he continued, a sick smirk forming on his already smiling face.

"It's not my fault the end of the human race has started."

Gritting his teeth in defeat, Masaomi broke his gaze from the informant's. Izaya was getting a kick out of this. When faced with the destruction of the humans he loved so much, he only showed a grin. This bewildered Masaomi to no end. 'Is his love for humans so strong that he believes we'll make it through this? Or is he happy with the thought of seeing our downfall as a species? Is his love for humans even genuine?' These were questions he didn't care to look any deeper into; Izaya was twisted like a knot. His musings were too complicated for Masaomi to understand; which was part of the reason why the boy was so attracted to him when they met four years ago, why he felt the need to stick around him and see what disasters this man would cause. The informant had an alluring charm that made one stay even if they knew he was trouble, especially for the former gang leader who couldn't seem to keep away no matter how hard he tried. Some would say they might be connected by a red string of fate, but that was all some housewife soap opera bullshit to a no-good kid like Kida. He'd better word their interactions as cruel twists of fate; and if there were strings involved, they would be puppet strings tied tightly around his body controlled by none other than Izaya Orihara himself. Lifting his dazed eyes from the polished tiled floors, Masaomi cursed at himself for going off into a useless string of thoughts about that bastard, which caused him to push aside what he came here for in the first place.

"Just...just take me to see Saki, Izaya."

His voice was weak and tired as the strain of his journey came crashing down upon him, accompanied by extreme exhaustion. His bright eyes became a dull muddy brown as he turned to face the door into Izaya's apartment.

"With pleasure."

Amusement still fluttered through Izaya's voice as he broke his sharp gaze from the broken down teen, moving to push open the door to his 'newly decorated' apartment. Looking towards the blonde for a reaction, he was pleased to see those sleepy eyes grow wide in astonishment and dart around the room in shock and curiosity. 'You never cease to amuse me, my cute little pawn.'

"So, Bakyura. What do you think? Is it up to you're tsundere standards?"

The use of his online handle caught the blonde's attention, causing him to bite the inside of his cheek to stop his oncoming smile. The teen recalled the argument they had when Izaya declared him a tsundere. Although the whole online chat between them was annoying, it was also fun, and it filled him with a worrying ache in his gut because the memory made him want to smile. It had become something precious to him. It made him want to vomit and laugh all at the same time, so he gnawed into his cheek harder, the spongy flesh almost tearing from the harsh bite. Slowly dragging his gaze back up to assess the apartment once more, Masaomi was still astonished to see an array of blankets and pillows thrown all over the couch and floor, along with mile high stacks of canned goods and other non perishable food items. The informant's home had never looked so lively! Suddenly, the smell of cooking food wafted through the air and caught the teen off guard even more than the apartment's appearance. Izaya never cooked! He'd only ever seen him eat fatty tuna from Russia Sushi. Shifting his eyes to look at the lounging informant leaning against the wall; relenting. he released his clenched teeth from the damaged flesh of his right cheek.

He could say: 'What the hell is all this? You jerk' and proceed to listen to Orihara give a whole big speech about survival of the fittest, but something inside him, something from back then made him revert to his old habits of four years ago, when he used to hang out at Izaya's place all the time and talk to him for what seemed like ages, sometimes about the Yellow Scarves and Blue Squares, but a lot of the time about nonsense. Favorite TV shows, what's happening in the news, video games, and his failed attempts at picking up 'chicks' were not uncommon topics of discussion between the two males, although Izaya was probably just humoring him most of the time. It seems like forever ago, that point in his life; when he got over his suspicions of the bastard and before everything came crashing down around him. The point when he completely trusted Izaya Orihara.

"It's actually what I expected; I always knew you were a secret hoarder, Izaya."

Turning to his most common state of being, a genuine smile wormed its way onto Masaomi's face as a sense of normalcy and comfort washed over him. Cracking jokes was like medicine for him, it helped him forget the horrible situations he'd get himself into all throughout his life. He was glad it was still working, and even more surprised when a feeling of warmth came over him at seeing the amused smirk on Izaya's face grow even larger. That sick feeling from earlier rushed back, this time accompanied by a voice exclaiming. 'Are you really doing this again?! After all the shit he's put you through? How can you still like him?' Kida wasn't one for seeking approval from others; he got shot down by girls all the time, although he wasn't ever being serious with that and never expected to hook a chick with his flamboyant declarations of love. That's why he was so surprised with Saki; but seeing Izaya smile at him like that made him feel accepted, like he was good enough to get the informants attention. Hasn't it always been that way with Izaya? Wasn't he the one who told Saki to go after him in the first place? Without even trying he had attracted the attention of a very annoying and dangerous man, which is why he chose to ignore the voice in his head telling him to 'Run! Flee! Escape this monster before he swallows you whole!'

"Yes, yes. the jig is up; I've got millions upon millions of stolen possessions in my apartment,"

Izaya raised his arms up like he'd been caught by the police, then spun around in a circle until he came to dead stop right in front of Kida. A puff of hot air fanned the cold, sensitive skin on his ear as the informant leaned down to whisper in his ear, speaking in a darker tone.

"Which means you're my accomplice. Ready to go to jail with me, Kida chan?"

Deadpanning to conceal the sudden flush of his cheeks, Masaomi shakily backed away rather jittery from Izaya's advance; reminding himself that this was the man who ruined his life, who hurt Saki and that he shouldn't be deluding himself into thinking there was more between them. 'We're not friends or whatever. I'm nothing but a toy to him. A pawn he can use and thrown away at any time.' But despite his best efforts, Masaomi couldn't help but play into their witty banter for a little longer. A cautious smile formed on his face before it was replaced with an almost sedated expression as he questioned the informant, with a bored, dazed sort of tone. It was like he was smothering the playful feeling that had emerged earlier.

"Speaking of accomplices, you must have one since I know you don't cook…"

It was scary how much Masaomi knew about the male. Four years ago he'd thought the info broker was someone he could rely on. He had his suspicions in the beginning. There was just something inhuman about Izaya, a cold dread that gets you worried if he's even a part of the same species as you. Unfortunately, all that fear gets extinguished and turned into the tiniest of suspicions by that exuding charm that floats around the informant's being. It may have taken longer for Masaomi to crack, but like all others before him, he eventually broke.

Bringing his hands into his coat pockets, he began to walk towards the kitchen. Izaya looked back at the struggling teen who couldn't decide on whether to keep his face a blank slate in an attempt to stop Izaya from reading him so easily, or revert to his newly found smile that he'd developed around the informant. Either way, it was fun for Izaya. The emotions were so obvious on the teen's face no matter what expression he made.

"How observant of you Masaomi, why don't you go take a look for yourself?"

Masaomi chose to make his expression serious yet polite as he made his way into the kitchen, the gentle coos and humming becoming audible to his ears. There, standing by the stove cooking what smelled like some kind of soup was Saki.

"Welcome home, Masaomi!"


A/N: If you didn't know I made a reference to volume 4 of the light novels where Izaya calls Masaomi a tsundere (which he totally is ;) anyway I hope all the characters were in character thanks for reading.