Title - Eternally yours
Rating – MA
Disclaimer – I don't own Durarara
"Congratulations. You've come far in your training. We'll be proud to call you employees. However you have one final test to complete your training. A test run for future endeavours. You will all have the same target."
Shizuo took the stack of photos, took one from the top and passed them along. Young, black short hair and red eyes. He was pretty hot but looked arrogant.
"We're not giving you any names or details. This is what you trained for. Be thorough, be noticed. The one that this client picks at the end will be the winner. Good luck."
The more Shizuo looked at the photo, the more confusing it became. He couldn't tell if the target was a man or a woman and there was nothing in the photo so he could begin his search. He already had a feeling it was going to be pain. But he was almost there. Just one last hurdle to conquer.
Shizuo got to Ikebukuro late, knocking on the door. His boyfriend opened up and let him in. "I didn't think you were coming today." Mikado Ryugamine said.
Shizuo stepped past the threshold and crouched, untying his laces and pulling his boots off. "Strange day." He grumbled standing.
"You found your brother?" Mikado asked gently, settling a hand on his shoulder.
Shizuo hung his head, reaching up to clasp the supporting hand. "No." He mumbled. "Nothing yet. I'm almost there."
He stood and followed Mikado into the kitchen, pulling out a stool and taking a seat. His boyfriend bustled about taking down pots and pans. Shizuo's stomach grumbled. He hadn't eaten all day.
Mikado gave him a stern look. "Take off your binder and go run yourself a nice hot bath. You need to relax Shizuo. You're starting to worry me."
Shizuo stiffened but Mikado made sense, he always did. "Alright. I will."
"You're staying the night, right?" Mikado called as he left the kitchen area. "I don't have uni classes until afternoon."
Shizuo blushed and nodded. "I'll stay."
In the bathroom he unbuttoned his shirt and then took off the rigid tank, tossing them to the floor. Shizuo gasped in relief as he unclipped the binder and his breasts fought against the loosened material to get free. Next to go was the short wig, letting his real hair flow down his back. He shucked off the clunky pants, boxers and briefs with the packer in.
"There's my princess." Mikado murmured standing at the doorway. Shizuo smiled at him. "I miss seeing you in clothes you like."
"Once I find Kasuka, I'll never wear men's clothes again. Promise."
Mikado's arms wrapped around her. "Good. I love you how you are. Now get washed up. I'm making your favourite."
Shizuo stepped out hair in a towel, no panties and no bra, just one of Mikado's bed shirts. She smiled seeing his cheeks redden. But he didn't comment. Mikado was a quiet one.
"So what happened?"
Shizuo sighed and pushed the photo forward. "A mock test. We're supposed to treat this guy like a real client. They didn't give us any details."
Mikado took the photo, his lips thinning. "Izaya Orihara."
Shizuo paused and set her chopsticks down. "You know him?"
Her boyfriend nodded stiffly. "I know him. He lives in Shinjuku and treats Ikebukuro like his own playground. You don't want to be on his radar."
Shizuo snorted. "Yeah well, to become an employee, I need to stalk this guy. What can you tell me about him?"
"His parents are out of the picture. He lives on his own but has a secretary. He has two twin younger sisters. He's quick and carries switchblades he isn't afraid to use. He's tech savvy and trouble."
Shizuo groaned returning to her meal. "I've still got to do it."
Mikado's expression turns stony. "I know. I just wish it wasn't him."
Shizuo set her chopsticks down again and shuffles to the edge of the stool to kiss Mikado's soft lips. "I can take care of myself. Right now I have other needs for you to take care of."
She stands up and kisses Mikado again, his hands firmly gripping her ass, just how she likes it. With a grin she pulls away and hightails it to the bedroom. She lays across Mikado's bed with her legs curled beneath her.
Shizuo decides to keep his distance for Mikado's sake. He also decides that he's going to be the creepy stalker type and have Izaya run far away from him. So instead of Izaya, he targets the two girls and the woman with a brother complex.
Namie is the easiest to deal with. Shizuo follows the woman's brother around all day and sends her the candid shots, along with a heart from the butcher.
Her shrieks and screams make Shizuo feel a little bit guilty. But there and then Namie quits and immediately bundles her brother up and takes him away. Shizuo wished he could've done the same with Kasuka.
Next he has the gymnastics studio walls painted blood red with decoy foot prints everywhere.
He sends Izaya black roses dipped in fake blood. He hasn't been close enough to get a photo yet so keeps it to creepy words. Although Mikado is worried, his boyfriend still laughs.
One week after terrorising Izaya from a distance, Shizuo returns with the group and although he doesn't win, he's still made an employee. In fact no one wins because it turns out Izaya is a previous employee that quit and returned to help train the newbies.
Shizuo doesn't have the access needed right away, but he does have Mikado as a client, after his boyfriend pulled some strings. The good news is there's no deadline.
Shizuo finds his door unlocked and pushes open the door. There on the carpet is a bouquet of black roses dipped in-what he hopes-fake blood. The apartment walls have been painted blood red and sitting on his bed is a heart with Mikado's picture.
Shizuo groaned and spat out a curse. This could potentially be bad. On the bedside table was an envelope. With a groan he opened the flap and flicked through the photos of him, Kasuka, her and Mikado. "Fuck."
Shizuo froze, the cold steel of a blade pressed against his throat. "Don't."
"Come now Shizu-chan, you wanted my attention. You've got it." Shizuo stared at the bottle rattling in front of him. "Take them." Helpless he did so. The knife went away and Shizuo collapsed into Izaya's arms.
End