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Chapter 4

Posted: 01/10/2020

Status: Ongoing

It was a strange thing, to exist in the same space as Heiwajima Shizuo with neither knives nor uprooted street signs being thrown around. Shizuo was enjoying his disgusting, terrible-smelling cancer stick, and Izaya was observing their surroundings, thinking.

It was very probable that the one who brought them here was an enemy of Izaya’s. He had a hard time imagining a random person unrelated to them picking the both of them by pure coincidence. Likewise, Shizuo’s own enemies, while numerous, tended to be common thugs and nonpaying debtors, not the kind of people who’d be able to achieve such a feat. So, obviously, it had to come from Izaya’s side of things.

The question was, who did it?

Many names and faces came up in his mind in quick succession, but were eliminated just as fast. ‘Too poor, too dumb, too smart, no motive, no allies…’

Hmm, this was going to be difficult without more clues.

In his peripheral vision, he saw Shizuo flick the remains of his cigarette on the ground and step on it unusually calmly, a contrast to the way he would do it before reaching for something heavy to launch at someone, usually Izaya. At the very least, with that cigarette butt and Izaya’s own broken phone still on the ground, the road appeared slightly less artificial and perfect. It still left an unpleasant feeling deep in Izaya’s gut, though.

Izaya turned to Shizuo, observing the quiet beast.

‘Boring’, he thought.

“The fuck you’re looking at?” Shizuo grumbled at him. Ah, this was better. Still boring, but slightly less. Izaya gave him a bright smile that he knew would annoy the blonde to no end. It worked, but not as much as he had hoped.

“Shizu-chan is so calm today, is that because of your missing strength I wonder~?”

“Stop that.” Shizuo cut him off. Izaya blinked at him and tilted his head in mock confusion. “You’re trying to annoy me. Stop that.”

Oh, so the beast was trying to avoid conflict now? Izaya narrowed his eyes. Well, that wouldn’t do. Monsters weren’t allowed to be reasonable, after all. It was Izaya’s civic duty to remind his enemy of that. He threw a knife right at Shizuo’s face, which barely left a trace as it grazed Shizuo’s skin. Interesting, so his strength was reduced, but not his resistance.

Shizuo’s eyebrows twitched, and the next thing he knew, he was throwing another fist right back at Izaya, the annoying worm stepping back just enough to barely evade it, and stepping around the phone on the ground. ‘Shit’, Shizuo thought as Izaya grinned at him and sliced him right in the chest, ‘he got me. Even though I promised myself I wouldn’t do that anymore!’

Pissed, he roared and threw another fist, but suddenly stopped midway.

Izaya was disappointed to realize he dodged for nothing. Oh, what now? Why is it so hard to get the beast to fight him already?

His smile was completely gone, replaced by an annoyed frown. He observed the perfectly still man in front of him and even put his blade back in his pocket when Shizuo still refused to move an inch. It was pretty uncanny, actually.

He looked like he belonged in the quiet, unmoving Tokyo. Izaya decided he didn’t like it and walked up to him to grab the fist that was still hanging mid-air.

No reaction.

He moved the man’s fist down, and Shizuo let him. He looked like a mannequin. Movable, lifeless.

Izaya was pondering on how to snap the blonde out of his stupor when said blonde started moving again. Izaya stepped back in case another hit went flying.

Instead, Shizuo collapsed completely, laying limp on the ground. Izaya barely had time to even comprehend the situation before he followed Shizuo’s lead and lost consciousness as well.

Author's note: This fic probably makes no sense, huh.

It's ok I know what I'm doing (or do I? *wink wink*).