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Chapter 3

Posted: 15/09/2020

Status: Ongoing

Shizuo was on a mission. He would find the bastard who did this, and he would beat the life out of them. Then get them to free everyone. Wait, maybe freeing everyone should come before the beating. But they’d need some convincing, probably, right? So maybe he should beat them a bit, like half? And then they free everyone, and then–

Ah whatever! He’d beat ‘em up and free everyone, that’s it! He had a plan, and it was perfect! Well not that perfect, but he’d work on it… eventually.

Anyway, it seemed his instincts brought him…he looked around…in Shinjuku? He didn’t appear to be far from a certain flea’s home base, too. He could feel a very familiar annoyance at the back of his mind. He almost regretted following his instincts and looked around for something to throw at the fleabag.

… Until he heard hysterical cackling echoing loudly in the now silent streets of Tokyo. Loudly enough for him to not only pinpoint its exact location but also exactly whose voice it was.

He ran, makeshift weapon forgotten.

…

Oh, this was fantastic! To go to such lengths to kidnap him and throw him in some Tokyo replica! Izaya was absolutely delighted!

So, who put him here? Moreover, how did they manage to do it? His last memory was of working till 4 AM and finally going to sleep, yet something must have happened between then and now. What sort of person was his captor? What were their motivations? Was it for vengeance? An experiment?

To say this situation excited him was an understatement.

“I-ZAAAAAAAA-YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!”

He blinked. Oh, so the beast was here too! Maybe this was an execution then? He turned towards the bartender-clad bodyguard with a giggle.

“Well, if it isn’t Shizu-chan!” He immediately flicked out his switchblade.

“I should have known it was you, I-za-ya-kuuuun!” Shizuo, cold fury now replaced with his usual furious rage, went towards a street sign to uproot it. He gripped the metal tightly and pulled.

The sign stayed put.

He looked at it, half-pissed, half-confused. He pulled again, this time with more force. The metal in his hand didn’t so much as twist as he started pulling with all his strength.

“What the fuck?!”

Izaya could only watch blankly at the scene… then he started laughing.

“Oh, oh, this is too good!” He was laughing so hard that his stomach hurt. So not only did they kidnap him, but they also took Shizuo and, on top of it all, reduced his strength to that of a normal human being? Oh, he certainly wasn’t dealing with amateurs this time!

Giving up on the sign, Shizuo instead opted to use his fists and threw one right at Izaya, which he easily dodged after almost a decade of avoiding his various makeshift projectiles. He threw a few more, Izaya avoiding each and every one of them with a cat-like grace… until he did something he had never done before.

He tripped, foot catching on the broken phone he had forgotten about, and fell on his back with a yelp just as another of Shizuo’s fists swung in the air, barely missing his face.

Izaya scrambled to get back up and run, but for once Shizuo was faster and jumped on his back, flattening him to the ground on his stomach, broken phone digging uncomfortably in his hips. He sat right there, keeping Izaya on the ground.

“Even without my strength, I’m still heavier than you.” He said with a murderous smile on his face. “So, what did you do this time, huh?!”

“Again, you’re accusing me of something I did not do.” Izaya struggled to turn his head just enough to see Shizuo’s face. “Will you not believe in that one percent?”

“No. We’re the only ones left. Just you and me in all of Tokyo. Seems pretty suspicious to me. So, spill, I-za-ya!” He growled.

Izaya sighed. Negotiating with a beast was hard enough at a distance, but now he was quite literally pinned underneath him. What a pain.

“You won’t believe me, of course, but I did nothing this time.” He tried.

“Bullshit.” Figured.

“Well, that’s your own problem if you don’t believe me. However, do you really think I wouldn’t gloat about it if I had managed to rob you of your monstrous strength?”

Shizuo’s eyebrow twitched because shit, the flea did have a point. No way in hell was that shithead not gonna brag about something like this. So, at the very least his strength having disappeared probably wasn’t directly Izaya’s fault.

“Even then, all you do is cause trouble wherever you go!” He spat, “If you didn’t cause this directly, it’s probably still because of your scheming that everyone’s gone!”

His abnormal strength may have been gone, but he could still use his weight to crush the louse, and he sure as hell was gonna use it. He put all his weight on Izaya’s back, causing him to wheeze as air was forced out of his lungs. He started trashing underneath Shizuo, struggling to get away, kicking his legs up to hit the beast’s back, but alas.

The truth of the matter was, even without his monstrous strength, Shizuo was still much stronger than him.

Feeling dizzy from the little air he managed to get thanks to his current predicament, Izaya thought he had to get away from Shizuo, and fast.

“Don’t you get it, you dumb brute?!” He yelled angrily and with some difficulty thanks to the lack of air, “It’s not everyone else who has disappeared, it’s us! This may look like Tokyo but it’s not, look around you, you protozoan!”

Shizuo paused at the outburst, so unlike the usual smug attitude typical of the flea, and gave quick glances around them, not finding anything off.

“The fuck are you going on about? This is Tokyo! You think I can’t recognize Shinjuku just because I don’t live there? I’ve been here enough times to know!” He pressed on Izaya’s back, making him struggle even more to try to get at least a little air.

“Look…huff…look more closely you…you i-imbecile!” Izaya’s face was turning red from the effort and lack of air, his vision gradually becoming blurry and dark at the corner of his vision. Shizuo removed some of his weight off the informant and heard him take a sharp breath. He looked around, paying more attention to his surroundings.

What was the vermin even going on about? This was Shinjuku through and through. The street configuration was the same, the shops he remembered passing by whenever he came here to beat up Izaya, signs and trash cans were in the same spot as the last time he came… there…?

Huh?

Now that he looked more closely, wasn’t everything awfully… neat? He narrowed his eyes. Street signs looked good as new, not a speck of dust on them. All the shop windows looked like they’d just been cleaned. Heck, even the trash cans themselves were squeaky clean.

“… What the fuck.”

“Do you see now, Shizu-chan?” Izaya said, now calmer after regulating his breathing. “This is a fake. A very convincing one, but still a fake. The fact that everything looks brand new and orderly gave it away. Nobody has ever lived here; we’ve been transported to a life-sized copy of Tokyo.”

Shizuo looked down at Izaya, disturbed. He was reminded of Celty and Shinra’s empty apartment, looking like nobody had ever lived there.

“What the fuck.” He repeated. “Even you wouldn’t bother going that far.”

“Right, so it couldn’t have been me.”

Shizuo fidgeted on Izaya’s back, earning an annoyed grumble, then finally removed himself and stood back up near Izaya. He didn’t bother helping the other man as he got up to his feet too.

“I mean, it’s probably still your fault somehow, even if you didn’t do it yourself, you probably pissed off the wrong person again, didn’t you, louse?” Shizuo took out a cigarette and lit it, ignoring Izaya’s disgusted stare.

“Don’t subject me to your disgusting second-hand smoking, Shizu-chan.” He said as he put some distance between them not to have to smell the smoke. “And for once, unfortunately, I must agree with you. I doubt any of your enemies would be smart and wealthy enough to kidnap the both of us and place us in a life-size replica of Tokyo.” He sighed.

Shizuo said nothing as he smoked, appreciating the sight of a grossed-out Izaya who, for once, didn’t seem to have any idea of what was happening. Hah, served him right.