Oh my Lord I had some seriously BAD writer's block here and I feel bad. I wanted to get this chapter out as soon as possible for you guys, so here is another crappy chapter- I'm sorry!

Chapter 8: Can't Curiosty Win For Once?

Warning: Language

I Do Not Own Durarara! Only the story. Enjoy~!

"What the fuck happened?!"

Shizuo barked at the doctor from the living room. It was morning and he had left Izaya's room as quiet as he could so he wouldn't have awoken him.

Just this whole situation was getting on his nerves.

Where was his flea? Where was that shitty personality? That grin filled with malice? What the hell happened to Orihara Izaya? And more importantly when he comforted the raven into sleep by caressing his hand...

Where the hell was his other ring?

"Look Shizuo, I wish I could say but even if I did, I'm sure Izaya would kill me." He said shrugging his shoulders.

"Yeah and if you don't tell me, I'll beat him to it!"

Celty suddenly came from behind and patted Shizuo on the shoulder making him halt and turn around.

[Please stop. I am as confused as you are, but we'll get our answers.] Her PDA read. Shizuo nodded and backed away slightly but gave Shinra a small snarl before going back to the couch.

"All I can say at the moment is that he's suffering."

...

"Something that I wish I could cure him from..."

Shizuo's eyebrows rose but Shinra walked away. He sat in thought.

Suffering? Suffering from what? If so, what was it- and why can't Shinra 'cure' it? His thoughts raced like a train.

Celty didn't know if she should talk, but knew something now. She now knew what Shizuo was talking about. Izaya's fear was growing and it was getting worse by the times something triggered it. But was it like the last time? Wait, last time? What does she mean by 'last time'?

The headless woman began walking towards the direction the doctor had gone.

Shizuo still sat in the silence like a statue. It was clear morning and the light sprang through the windows. Minutes or not, he still sat there for as long as he believed was necessary. Shizuo didn't notice that his legs began acting on their own and found himself walking. He came to a stop in front if a door and peaked through it silently. It was Izaya's room. And he was awake.

Izaya didn't seem to notice Shizuo staring until he heard the door creak. Crimson eyes had found a man in the bartender outfit frozen by the door.

Shizuo slapped himself out of his thoughts and began walking towards the man in his bedding. (Just to add, I completely forgot Izaya was in a futon lol)

The more Shizuo took a step forward, the more he could see Izaya tense up and look away. He was trying to avoid the him obviously. But the fake blond just stopped right before him.

"...Izaya."

Izaya didn't turn at all. More like ignoring him.

"Izaya."

He called again.

Izaya still didn't look.

He grasped the raven's hand firmly, causing Izaya to turn towards his direction.

"Izaya!" He called once again.

He could see it. Faint wet streaks that dared sparkle on his cheeks. Time slowed down for God knows how long.

Was he... crying?

The fuck? Why? Why was he crying!?

Shizuo felt a small pang in his chest. Izaya was refusing. Refusing to look at the monster before him.

The pain from before came back.

That same pain Shizuo felt in his heart the first time he saved the flea.

That aching pain.

"Don't touch me!"

Izaya yanked his hand but could not get free. He yanked and pulled but still could not get free.

He felt like a caged animal.

Caged.

Just when he felt a string of panic about to erupt from him, Shizuo withdrew his hand rather fast. It was like on instinct.

What just happened? Izaya's hand was just grabbed by a brute but then it let go?

Shizuo slightly knelt down to Izaya's level and gazed into his eyes filled with confusion.

"I'm sorry." He said silently.

"I didn't mean to scare you like that."

Izaya's eyes widened at the words.

Did this man say that? Did this monster actually say such human words?

He stared back with disbelief meeting Shizuo's concerned eyes. As mocha as this man was, he still wasn't worth telling in Izaya's case.

It felt like the world has finally ceased to move and Izaya was the only one able to move and breathe. Suddenly, a warm muscle had slipped into his hand and wrapped itself around his own. It startled Izaya for a second before he could stop the tension from rising in him.

It was a hand that was not his. He traced where the hand had come from.

It belonged to the man before him.

Shizuo was holding his hand.

"I said don't fucking touch me-"

"Izaya."

"Izaya, calm down." He said with a husky voice. He didn't know what or why, but Izaya froze dead in his tracks. The raven only gave a glare of anger but also with confusion.

Shizuo wasn't holding him against his will. He wasn't pulling or crushing his slender hand. He wasn't mad at all.

His touch was soft and carried no harm.

"I don't know what or why this happened, but calm down."

The hand that was entwined with his squeezed slightly.

What was this!? This brute trying to act human and it sounded real!? When did this man become a human? And certainly, why does he care?

"...You must enjoy this." It was a faint whisper, but he could hear perfectly.

Shizuo's eyes widen from both the sudden voice and what was said.

Enjoy this?

"I would be lying if I said yeah."

...Eh?

"Haha-HAHAHA! You must be joking. Shizu-chan is only a monster, no feelings can ever come from him."

Izaya only teased and teased. Monsters don't have feelings. Why should he act like it?

"Shut up you damn louse. Why would I ever enjoy someone's pain?!" His voice began to rise.

"Hm, I don't know. Maybe because Shizu-chan is a monster, hm?"

Shizuo felt his blood boil along with his anger. Why did he ever bother to save such a sack of shit?

"If you're so damn bent on acting that way,"- He tightened his hold- "then why are you fucking crying?"

Silence. Nothing but silence.

Izaya's eyes widened. He could feel the determination in Shizuo as well as the fear that was growling from inside him. He immediately looked away, looked away from those eyes of sweet and honey.

"None of your business."

"Stop lying damn it-!" He suddenly shouted, startling Izaya.

"I don't know if you even know but you were crying and screaming your ass off, so quit trying to cover up, flea!"

...What?

"What...?" He whispered.

"You heard me. You were crying and screaming your ass off until we woke you."

What did he just say...?

"Yeah, like I'd believe a monster." He tried to smirk it off.

Was it true? Hell no. This man was lying and monsters are known for having no emotions, trick people and love to see them suffer. Yeah right...

"And why would I deceive you on something this ridiculous? Fucking flea..."

"Oh shut up and let go, you're infecting me with your protozoan germs." He said while trying to pull his hand away again.

If he only let go- if he'd stop asking. If he'd just leave him alone-!

"Fine. You're so damn annoying..." Shizuo growled before breaking his level with Izaya and rising into a stand.

Finally. That wretched beast's hand had released his. Thank the God he did not believe in. That damned beast is causing more trouble and unreasonable things to slip from him, so it was best for him to go.

No one wanted a creature around.

They were nuisances.

But then there was this feeling...

His hand was warm and felt cherished with another sensation he couldn't pinpoint.

Izaya brought his other hand to touch it.

The hand that was not touched by the blond, it was dead cold.

It was as cold as ice. Cold like a dead body. Colder than he could imagine that it startled him. One hand was cold and the other heated.

That feeling of heat was dying off within the cold air.

What is this? This feeling I can't...

He slowly brought his hand to his chest and holding it softly.

That man. That thing. He must have infected him with a sickness or something paranormal. He had never felt this feeling before. The blond was gone and out of his reach which is what he wanted but...

It felt like longing. Missing something...

Missing warmth.

...

"Damn louse always making things more worse than they already are..." came a growl from the blond. He had practically slammed the door and headed over to the glass door that had a porch leading outside was. He needed a smoke. He needed nicotine. Anything to calm him down from that idiot.

He slid open the doors and took in the setting of the morning blue sky. No clouds in sight, the air smelled fresh, the sun kissed his skin as well as the many people below him. Inside he could only feel stuffy and the smell of 'trash'.

Shizuo took a cigarette from his packet with his lighter, igniting the cancer stick and inhaling the smoke. His lungs filled with the toxin and it soothed his boiling blood.

Damn fool. He'll always believe he's too good for others help.

Why was he so damned stubborn?

Shizuo leaned on the ledge and glanced up at the sky for a moment of peace. The wind whistled in his ears along with the many voices and footsteps hitting concrete below. It was a nice day indeed.

He heard the glass framed door slide open from behind but didn't bother to turn around.

A woman classed in black leaned on the ledge next to him. Of course it's Celty. Why else would it not be?

Shizuo didn't know if she was there to talk to him, but she looked comfortable and didn't seem to look like she wanted to talk for a couple of seconds.

It was a gorgeous day and the morning scent smelled fresh. Fresher than the ocean breeze.

Fresher than that damned flea from inside.

Shizuo wrinkled his nose at the thought. That flea stinks up everything. He even smells.

Shizuo glanced over at Celty just in time to see her hesitate to use her phone. She typed but kept messing up and erasing it afterwards only to begin even slower each time.

Shizuo cocked his head to the side. She was trying but I guess couldn't come up with anything.

[Hey, sorry for taking a while to type.]

Shizuo sighed. "It's alright, don't sweat it."

She began typing again but this time more confident.

[I'm not sure what you know or what Shinra told you...]

She resumed typing to the blond'scuriosity.

[Take it easy on Izaya.]

Shizuo's mouth slightly dropped open. His cigarette almost slipping.

[Shinra says don't make it worse between you two. This could be a chance where you too can actually get on good terms.]

Shizuo was still frozen. He took his cigarette out of his mouth and through it on the ground, stomping on it.

"You're kidding right?"

"Me and that fucking louse!?"

[Yes. You two need to make up anyway.]

Shizuo. could swear that the world had stopped and he was the only sane person. From the gut of his belly, he roared a laugh unexpectedly. The headless woman just glared at the man laughing.

"Joking! You must be damned joking. You can't be stupid as I am if you believe I would ever get used to him." Shizuo could feel tears prick at the sides of his eyes.

Even if Celty didn't have a head and couldn't see her emotions, annoyance radiated off her.

[Shizuo, I'm serious.]

For a moment Shizuo read the sentence over and over to make sure that it was really what it said, and that his eyes filled with tears weren't deceiving him.

She was serious.

Celty was actually serious about this. The laughing had ceased and he stared with confused shock. There's no way in hell she's serious. No way he'd get anywhere near that freak.

"You know damn well as I do that he has a problem."

[But Shizuo, you helped him earlier and he seemed somehow... Safe when you were there.]

"Safe? Eh?! He is just as safe around you guys. He hates me as much as I hate him!"

His blood was boiling and his anger was now rising. Fists were clenching and grinding of teeth was seen from the Dullahan's view. He was so mad that even Celty was starting to feel fear rise.

[Shizuo calm down!]

Her black smoke fuming with worry as she tried to persuade her friend. "How can I when it's about him! Kill Kill Kill Kill..."

His vein felt as if it were to burst. Celty tried to type as fast as she could to calm Shizuo down but he plainly ignored her and went back inside. The stench he so hated came rolling into his nostrils.

The smell was so strong that it drove him mad. Shizuo felt like a man holding an entire house from falling into a pit. Why? The house is Shizuo's sanity while the pit is his anger. Simple as that.

That cursed flea in that room. He was right there and unarmed. Why could he just kill him?

Just when his thoughts came to another stop, a door opened.

"What's gotten you so angry now?"

The man with a white coat approached him asking.

"What else? That flea in there!" He growled pointing his finger angrily at the door Izaya was behind. Shinra walked next to Shizuo and placed his hand upon the blond's braud shoulder.

"Take it easy, especially on him. He's had it more rough than you can imagine; believe me on that." A bright smile appeared on Shinra's face.

"Tch. So are you gonna say what happened earlier will happen again or not?" He started.

"Geez Shizuo, of course it will keep happening until he can adapt to it; which will probably never come." Shinra finished as his smile suddenly formed into a frown that tugged on his lips.

Never come? This is getting even more bothersome.

"What do you mean it will probably never come?" Shizuo blinked at the younger male. At first he gave a hesitant reaction before his lips drew open. "Something happened to him. Far worse than anyone could imagine." He took a few steps turning over to the direction to the room Izaya stayed in.

"His sudden terror that was caused this morning?" He turned back to meet golden orbs "They were caused by what happened to him." Shinra frowned even further at the thought. His friend suffering was not what he intended.

...Nightmare?

Shizuo could have swore that he knew. Sweat formed on his forehead after being attacked by thoughts.

"Hey Shinra," He said. The man took his gaze of the door and turned to meet Shizuo again with a small 'hm'?

"Do you mind if I ask...

What was Izaya's dream about?"

...

Shinra was glaring with hesitation, flicking his view from the door to Shizuo; back and fourth. Was it that bad to know? He didn't know what was up, but the man looked around twice like he was making sure no one else was there besides them. He knew Celty was still outside on the porch ledge so it was alright.

"He said that there were multiple hands from the shadows- everywhere."

"And that he lost someone."

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