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 3

There she was, the girl he'd been searching for. Saki Mikajima. She was staring contently at Masaomi. Her usual, almost unnatural smile plastered on her face as she continued to stir her spoon around the pot of soup. The blonde had always found her smiles reassuring in times of struggle, however; they also unnerved him to no end. It was like she was putting on a mask, one she wasn't even aware of. It was creating a false sense of reality that she deluded herself into believing. Everything in this world is right for her—there are no problems that can't be fixed by Izaya, no cracks in her mask that can't be glued back together. There is no pain when she adorns this veil, no lie she has to live with. This girl, who he had convinced himself into believing was his one true love, was only truly an empty shell; a doll that Izaya brought to life with some wood and strings. All this didn't matter to Kida, though. He didn't care what the bastard had done to Saki, because this is the only way he's ever known the girl, and maybe he liked her this way. Someone as empty as Saki and willing enough to accept all of his emotions was perfect. He could dump all his worries and sorrows upon her lap and it would never break, because she was already broken.

"S-Saki..."

Relief flooded the blonde's voice as he slumped against the wall, all the tension draining from his body. He'd almost forgotten about how high strung he gets around the info broker. Speaking of said informant, Izaya had just walked in, backpack in hand as he delivered the goods to Saki. Smiling gratefully at the sly informant, the girl began rummaging through the bag, plucking out cans upon cans of assorted soups and spices until she came to one that peaked her interest.

" So I guess this means you win. Right, Izaya?"

At this, the blonde began to focus more on the two standing figures, his copper colored eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion. Saki looked playful and secretive as she added her chosen spice to the soup and began mixing the concoction. Orihara too was giving a devious smile to the girl, but quickly diverted his gaze to connect with Kida's, a sense of fondness joining his amused smirk, sort of like a face you'd make when looking at an adored pet doing something particularly cute.

"I guess I do; Masaomi has always been so predictable with his timing."

Anger rose quickly in the teen at the informant's condescending tone, but was extinguished by Saki's continued praise of Izaya's skills, his mind choosing to be filled with fatigue and hurt, instead. 'I would have expected something like this from Izaya, but for Saki to bet about when I would show up is a little painful to say the least...' The blonde could feel the informant's prolonged staring contest with his hunched over form on the floor, and it was eating away at him. 'What's so interesting? WHAT'S SO GODDAMN INTERESTING!? I want to know, I want to…' His sorrow was not enjoyable, but to Izaya, the emotional agony that was clearly racking through the teen's frame was the most pleasing of sights. 'That's what I wanna see, Masaomi. Show me every little detail of your pitiful heart and mind until it breaks, and afterwards I'll be sure to put the pieces back together.' Thought the informant, abandoning his red gaze from the blonde's downturned head and returning it back to the girl at the stove, Izaya channeled his illicit amusement into a more tongue-in-cheek attitude, closing his eyes and waving his hands around like a demented conductor.

"Anyway Saki, since your precious Masaomi did end up showing, we should get down to business!"

Grabbing his upper arms and swaying around as if he were dancing with himself, the informant continued with flippant glee.

"How about we become a trio? We can be an unstoppable zombie fighting crew, I'll be the black ranger, you'll be the pink and Kida can be Yellow!"

"You're missing three, there are six members in the power rangers." Masaomi said grumpily, annoyed by Izaya's mocking tone and trying to ignore the deliberate jab at his dark past.

"You know your pop culture well, someone's been watching a little too much TV. I guess it can't be helped. You haven't gotten out much since you dropped out of high school and started working for me. Rather than forming a corpse cleaning crew, how about we recreate the Yellow Scarves, instead. I'm guessing I won't be getting much clientele anymore since half of the population is probably walking remains by now; so how about it, Kida?"

Izaya had his hands in his pockets, his posture slightly hunched as he leaned forward to watch the teen intently. A wicked smirk formed on his face; eyes going alight with anticipation, waiting for the volcano to erupt. Rising to kneel on the ground, face in a scowl and teeth gritting tightly, Masaomi lunged, attempting to punch the informant square in the jaw.

"Bastard!"

Dodging smoothly to the side, Izaya grabbed the younger's wrist. As Masaomi was being pulled forward, he couldn't help but think how shockingly ineffective and helpless he was to the info broker; just like four years ago. This was exactly the same thing that happened that night at the hospital. However, instead of crashing into the wall behind Izaya in the cramped kitchen, he was pulled into a still embrace, the informant's arm wrapped around his waist and the other on the nape of his neck.

"I think you've already heard this before, but, you're the only one who can't escape from your past,"

The informant chuckled, continuing on excitedly with condescending glee.

"Look, you're doing it again! Coming at me exactly the same way you did four years ago. I'm sure that you're thinking: Why isn't this any different? Why haven't I grown stronger? It's because your past dictates who you are and what you will be, the only thing that can change the outcome is your past itself, your god."

The cold skin of Izaya's fingers were sinking through his clothes and brushing softly against his hair, sedating him and sending shivers up and down his body. A blush overwhelmed the blonde's cheeks as his face rested in the crook of the informants neck; the intimate nature of their embrace only amplifying the red flush. He almost cringed at the sight of dried blood cracking on the informant's pale skin but couldn't focus with the pleasant smell of gyokuro tea and exotic body wash radiating from his neck and shirt. Distracted from thought, the blonde became limp against the informant; arms swaying dead weight at his sides as he continued to allow Izaya cradle his body close. Fuzzy warmth seeped through his bones and his eyes grew more and more hazy with each passing moment. 'I guess you can still take showers and wash your clothes during the zombie apocalypse.' Masaomi laughed to himself at this, shaking a little in Izaya's hold. Eventually, he regained enough sense to push away from the informant. Staggering slowly to his previous spot on the other side of the kitchen and tiredly glaring at the older male, his pink blush fading slowly along with his confused emotions in favor of sleep. Sadly, his body's will was interrupted by Saki, who was unfazed by the event that had just transpired in front of her; like it didn't even matter that her 'guardian' was tormenting her boyfriend. Maybe it wasn't even torture at all. Maybe the teen wanted to deny what was building up inside him. Maybe the twisted desire and amusement he heard in the informant's voice and grip weren't all imagined by his sleepy and hormone-driven mind. No. What did he tell Mikado when he was first showing him around Ikebukuro…? 'Stay away from Izaya Orihara. He's really bad news.' The only reason he is as messed up as he is today is because of Izaya. He made him this way. The man's own desire to corrupt all the people around him and make them as fucked up as he was disgusted him. 'There's no excuses for what he's done. The past isn't my god and neither is Izaya.' Soon enough, his thoughts returned to sleepy tangents, all his attention focused on Saki's cheerful voice.

"I think it would be fun to recreate the Yellow Scarves, just the three of us. I'd gladly serve you two."

The blonde grew pale from the girl's words, all the blood draining from his body as giddy laughter floated into his eardrums. Izaya's laughter grew softer as a mocking smirk returned to his face, his hands leaving his pockets to move animatedly as he rose his voice.

"Then it's settled, from now on we're the new, new, new yellow scarves!"

Growling lightly at the man's provoking tease, Masaomi jumped forward to trip up the informant's twirling feet, only to be met with air and the sight of the older male hopping away while humming a manic tune.

"Look after Masa-chan for me Saki, I'll be back later."

Deadpanning in defeat and slumping fully to the floor, Kida shivered at the chill of the wood spreading over his exposed stomach. Pulling feebly at his white hoodie, the teen turned his head to the right only to be met with Saki's legs. The dress she was wearing was peach colored and was pretty long. It actually looked more like a dress you'd wear in the summer, not the winter. She must have nabbed it from an abandoned apartment, but that wasn't the point. The point was he could clearly see the large bandage that was wrapped around the upper part of her left ankle.

"You can count on me, Izaya. I won't let him wander off anywhere without me, right Masaomi?"

Saki looked down at the boy with the same smile she always wore, offering a hand to help him up. Taking her offer, the teen lifted himself off the ground, shaking his bleached blonde hair back into order. He focused his copper eyes on the girl's face.

"Saki?"

"Yes, Masaomi?"

Saki turned her face to stare at the boy, ready to accept anything her boyfriend had to say. 'She doesn't look sick…' Even though the signs of infection weren't there, worry still wormed its way into Kida's stomach. 'It doesn't always have to be like in the movies. Maybe this isn't infectious through a bite or scratch.' He knew that was a ridiculous notion. How else were so many people getting contaminated? He finally spit it out, pointing down towards her ankle.

"What is that?"

Following his finger, Saki smiled as she brought her arms behind her back in a coy manner.

"Oh, this?"

She brought her leg out to reveal more of the snow white bandage, staring at the wrappings with a fondness that left Masaomi feeling awkward and out of place. Was he missing something here?

"When I was trying to get here, some guy bit me pretty hard. The wound is deep and I've had it for a while; nothing's happened yet, so I think I might be immune. Izaya said we should try and find his friend. He's a doctor and might be able to make a cure."

Masaomi absorbed all of this as Saki slowly moved her leg back into its normal position, a wince escaping her mouth as pressure returned to the appendage. Eyes growing wide in worry, the blonde stepped closer to the girl, arms rising up slightly in a preemptive grab just incase she fell.

"It's okay."

The girl held her hand up to stop the teen from aiding her; quickly trying to wipe away her grimace of pain as she stabilized herself against the counter.

"We're still staying here because I'm not well enough to travel yet; I should be fine soon. It's almost all better."

That did not seem like 'almost all better' to him. If it hurt that much just to place her foot back on the ground, Kida couldn't image what walking felt like. Let alone running! Rage soon flooded through the teen; his fists clenching hard, nails digging into the flesh of his palm, leaving little crescent-shaped indents on the skin.

"Where's Izaya…?"

Looking befuddled at the blondes seething from, the girl shrugged it off and answered with a smile as always.

"I don't know, sometimes he just wanders off. You're welcome to check the house for him, I'm sure he wouldn't mind playing hide and seek with you."

Ignoring her strange phrasing and choosing to give the girl his best smile, he prepared to leave the small kitchen.

"Thanks, Saki."

He was stopped by the injured girl once more. Saki looked confused and slightly hurt as she lifted her right hand to lightly clutch at her left forearm.

"I don't understand why you're so mad at Izaya."

Eyebrows upturned in a frown, Masaomi faced the girl once more.

"Arent you? He has you cooking while you're hurt and I bet he's just using you for the cure. If you weren't immune, he probably would have left you! You should be angry, Saki! That bastard isn't good for anyone. He may have helped you, but it was only for his own gain!"

Keeping silent and smiling sadly, Saki watched the boy she loved look back at her with cold eyes, blocking all emotions but fury as he coldly stormed out of the kitchen to search for the man whom he could truly never escape.


A/N: I hope everyone likes it, I made a reference to Izaya's dub voice actor who used to be the black ranger in power rangers for those who like the dub (aaaa I'm such a weeb)