Stumbling out of Shinra's place, barely remembering to lock the door behind him, Shizuo is most definitely not shaking. 'That wasn't real.' He thinks, leaning against the apartment building. 'There's no way that just happened.' He's still slightly out of breath, can still taste Izaya's…
"Damn it!" He yells, slamming his fist into the wall. It's the one still clutching Izaya's phone number, and he hisses a second later when the pain becomes apparent. His knuckles are bleeding, but when he pulls his hand back to his chest he can still move his fingers. He can hardly think straight, torn between going and killing the informant and pondering how easily he went with the whole thing.
Sure, Izaya didn't know it was him and blowing his cover would have been a lot of trouble, but still! Why didn't he just punch him?
'I have to go see that gypsy.' He decides, shaking his head and heading for Thirty-fourth and Vine, the street her mysterious shop is on. 'She has to fix this, before that little flea comes around again.' It must be the body change messing with his head, that's all.
"Welcome back!" She chirps, when Shizuo strides in. He'd been surprised the shop was still there, but didn't stop to question it. His stride stutters, coming to a halt with the implication in the old hags words.
"You recognize me?" He asks, and she cackles. 'Stupid witch.'
"Gypsy!" She stalks forward, grabs his shirt and smacks the back of his head. It's a surprisingly strong smack, for such an old woman. She turns away haughtily to fiddle with a bottle on the counter, scowling already. It looks to Shizuo like she's making a new potion, and he shutters at the thought of what it does.
"Sorry!" He gasps, and she gives him a look.
"My, my…we've been busy, haven't we?" She drawls, wrinkling her nose. "What's that scent you're wearing? Sperme Esquimau?"
"Huh?"
"That's french for Eskimo Fuck, dear."
'Gross.' He thinks, scowling at her.
"I agree." She says, pulling him down to smack him again. "I did not give you that body so you'd get laid! Bad client!"
"So you did do this!" He gasps, and she shakes her head at him again.
"No, no of course not. It must have been the other gypsy who made you drink a mysterious potion." She snaps, and starts unbuttoning his shirt with deft fingers.
"What-what are you doing!?" Shizuo gasps, yanking himself away and holding his shirt closed with his hands. He feels a little silly, but he's not going to let her feel him up.
"I need to see if the tattoo has appeared." Clear in her tone, her patience is starting to be tested.
"Tattoo?" He inquires, straightening up some.
"Shut up and let me see!" She hisses, fury in old eyes and he hastily lets go of his shirt to allow her to check. He's not above admitting that she scares him. "And young man, I also didn't give you this beautiful brown skin only to have you hide it!"
"Why did you, then?" He demands, because it doesn't make sense. Is she tormenting him? Why give him a new body, but no explanation as to why?
"Hmm…" She hums, pulling his shirt open and pleased at whatever she finds. "I've always liked Egyptian men, plus it went with the beetle and the tattoo so-"
"No!" He snaps. "I mean, why...wait, Egyptian? I thought this was a really weirdly tan western body. I mean, blue eyes…"
"Nope, this is a 100% manly Egyptian body I've given you."
"Why blue eyes? They have brown, right?"
"Well, your friend has red eyes, and Japanese have brown too, right?"
"...Touche. And he's not my friend."
"Your lover." She corrects, smugly. Shizuo huffs, though he can't exactly deny it.
"It was a one time thing."
"Listen, you want to get back to your original body, right?" She asks, and he nods hastily.
"Of course."
"Okay then. This," she points at his chest with a bony finger and he glances down to his bare chest. Over where his heart is, a beetle tattoo resides. It's exactly the same as the beetle he'd been forced to drink live, too. "Is a Scarab Beetle, worshiped by the Egyptians." She snaps her fingers and the lights dim. He glances to the windows, but it's become foggy outside and he can't see the other side of the street anymore. Around them, in place of fluorescent light, the bottles begin to glow and illuminate the room in a flurry of color.
"Khepera, the God of the rising sun and a version of Re (ra), is connected to the Scarab beetle. His name means creation,development, etc."
"So what?" Shizuo demands, finding it hard to breathe when the colors beging to leave the potions as if the liquid itself has floated from the bottles. They start to swirl around he and the Gypsy, and her eyes begin to glow green. The beetle tattoo glows, and with alarm he sees its legs move as if it were sitting on his chest, instead of fused with his skin.
"Khepera has given you a chance!" She bellows, voice booming with power and magic. He backs away as best he can, but the lights swirling have made a ring around them and he can't escape. "As he pushes the sun across the sky, you must move along your own fate."
"And what's my fate!?" He demands, and the everything stops moving abruptly.
"The answer lies with red eyes." She declares, and the lights part in front of the door. "Leave this place, now!"
He does, rushing for the door and buttoning up his shirt as he goes. The door slams behind him, and when he glances back he can't make out anything through the fog.
Did that escalate too quickly? Sorry it was shorter than usual.
If you're interested, do some research of your own on Khepera. I find that shit really interesting.
And if anyone is curious what Shizuo looks like in the fake body, he's got dark brown hair with thick dark eyebrows, blue eyes, and medium brown skin.