The other Izaya stared back. After a whole minute of silence he put down the dog and said:
"My, aren't you a handsome fellow!"
Izaya snapped. He swiveled his blade and aimed them at the far too familiar pair.
"You move and I'm slashing your pet into ribbons."
They gasped. The other Izaya hugged the dreadful little bugger in question and Shizuo shuffled very uncomfortably.
"There's no need for violence. I don't understand what's going on here but I am really against violence."
Izaya looked from one to the other.
"Then you can't possibly be Shizu-chan. And who the devil are you supposed to be?"
"I'm Orihara Izaya, friends call me Izzy."
"I'm Orihara Izaya and no one dares calls me anything else."
"We can't be the same person…maybe you're my long lost twin?"
Shizuo smiled conciliatorily.
"Yes, it must be some sort of misunderstanding. But how extraordinary!"
"Verily so, darling!"
Izaya rolled his eyes. Whoever these people were, they were idiots. That much was clear. Before he could come to other conclusions, a sign post smashed through the window and Shizuo, the Shizu-chan Izaya knew so well, was kicking at the broken glass as he climbed into the tastefully decorated living room that was rapidly becoming a mess.
"Izaya! Thought you could run away from me? Think again, smartass! I told you to get out of my turf and-"
Shizuo halted. A deep furrow formed between his eyes. He looked from one Izaya that stood predatorily-like with his knife out and the strange Izaya with the weird tunic or whatever it was. A blonde eyebrow twitched.
"Fuck me. Two of them. Two fucking Izayas. Because one wasn't bad enough. Oh no. Now there's two of them. Screw this."
"Shizu-chan! You're back! Look, we've got to find a way of getting back to Tokyo-"
"Eh? Say what, Izaya-kun? If there's two of you now that means I have twice as many bastards to beat into a pulp."
Shizuo spat out his cigarette and stepped on shattered glass, the sign post firmly held in his powerful hand.
"Don't you think this is too weird? Look around! You got a doppelganger too!"
Shizuo noticed the other Shizuo.
"I am afraid that I must call the police. This is trespassing and-"
And no one ever found out what more offenses he could pin on Shizu-chan because dear Shizu-chan hit him in the head with his current weapon of choice.
"Not anymore I don't. Only two Izayas now."
"Shizzy!"
Izaya rolled his eyes again and sighed.
"Could you please not sound so pathetic? Since you look like me and all that."
Izzy was too busy sobbing over Shizzy who was flat out passed out.
"I-za-ya-kun? After I'm done with your clone, I'm going to finally kill you."
Shizuo smiled with dangerous intent.
"Goddamn, Shizu. Will you put that aside for a sec? We should be working together to find out just what this place is, how we got here and more importantly how we-"
"Blah, blah, blah. You sure don't know when to shut up."
Without further ado Shizuo shoved Izzy aside and sent him flying against a wall. Izaya flinched. So that's how he looked when Shizuo went all crazy on him.
"Shizu-chan, let us calm down and think about this."
"'Calm down'? No can do. I've put up with you for way too long and now thanks to your sorry ass I'm stuck here- wherever this is and I'll be damned if you're getting away with it."
"What? I have nothing to do with this, we're in the same boat here. I have no idea what's going on."
Shizuo seem to consider this.
"Shit."
"I was going to ask these guys but you pretty much screwed that."
Shizuo kicked Shizzy.
"They're not dead."
"I can't interrogate them when they're knocked out! Let's just look around and see what we can find out. And cover this mess, I don't want to deal with nosey neighbors."
Shizuo pulled the curtains to hide the broken window.
"Big place."
Izaya rummaged through Izzy's pockets and inspected his wallet.
"What do you know, he's Orihara Izaya according to the driver's license. Wow, guy's loaded. Look at all these bills!"
Izaya made of fan of money that he then pocketed.
"Filthy thief."
"Now, now, I'm not stealing. He's Orihara Izaya, I'm Orihara Izaya, so this money belongs to me as much as it does to him. Oh, look, he's a stockbroker. Nice. You go through Shizzy's stuff."