Taking Flight [Hold]

Chapter 5

  If you had told Izaya that one day he'd see Shizuo Heiwajima and be thankful, he'd kindly laugh in your face and tell you to scram. He hated Shizuo with as much hate as he could muster for one human, but, at last, Shizuo wasn't a human. He was a monster, which Izaya could relate to. Though, when he saw a familiar bartender outfit and mess of blond hair, relief filled every part of him.

  "What the hell?" A gruff voice he was all to familiar with sounded louder in the seemingly silent apartment, and Izaya actually smiled.

  "Well, I could explain and possibly be killed by my new friends here or you could help me get rid of these guys and try to kill me afterwards." His voice didn't sound nearly as confident as he would have hoped, but Shizuo responded (almost) in the way he would have wanted.

  "Help you? Why the hell would I do that? I don't know what you got yourself into, Izaya, but I was on my way to kick your ass so I might as well let these guys do it for me." He laughed directly in Izaya's face, taking a small step forward. Izaya's eyes scanned behind him, grinning some as he saw two Erasers edge their way behind Shizuo quietly. He also to notice to the fact that the number of Erasers had effectively doubled with Shizuo's appearance.

  "Why help? Well, my dear Shizu-chan, you've seen something you weren't suppose to. So, turn around and start hitting someone!" He kept his voice in it's natural melody until an Eraser jumped forward towards the brute, causing his voice to jump an octave. He watch as Shizuo turned, his whole body moving like a finely tuned machine running smoothly, and his fist meeting the Eraser's jaw, sending him flying into the wall- cracking the plaster and most likely damage to the wall behind it.

  Every Eraser in the room seemed frozen in their place, unaware of the new beast laid out before them and gave Izaya enough time to knock the man off of him. He got to his feet, throwing a knife into the man's forehead and watched him hit the floor with a loud thump. He got his pocket knife back in his Palm, moving in closer to Shizuo. The blond seemed to understand and corporate, moving the back to Izaya's as the glanced around the room.

  "Never thought I'd be trying to watching your back, I always pictured myself stabbing it." He would have kept his usual tone if he didn't know the true threat the beast around them posed, but Shizuo didn't seem wavered.

  "Shut it, flea. Once we get out of here, I'm killing your smarmy little ass." That forced a laugh out of Izaya and he count help thinking 'if ' as he slowly started to slide his jackets of his shoulders, moving to his right to position Shizuo facing the window.

  "Send one of them out that middle window, it should be a big enough gap for us to get out." He slipped one arm out his jacket, keeping his knife steady as the Erasers looked at one another to figure out what they're plan of attack was. "I'm not asking for you to trust me, just do that and I'll have you where you'd like to be and I'll be out of your poorly dyed hair."

  Shizuo scoffed and took a small step forward, triggering an Eraser to launch itself at the brute, only to be sent flying- glass shattering around it before it plummeted to the Earth below. Before the other Erasers could react to the incident, Izaya unfurled his wings. They stretched out to their full length, the sun casting a shadow on the floor in front of him as the raven feathers settled neatly into their proper place after being scrunched up all day.

  "What the-?" He let out a chuckle as a few Erasers took a few steps back from him, Shizuo shifting his weight away from Izaya as well. He knew exactly how he looked, it was the conclusion he had come to years ago- either and avenging angel or a nightmare from hell.

  "Later." He closed his wings, keeping his jacket in hand as he pushed Shizuo to the window. "Jump." Surprisingly the blonde didn't argue and did just that as Izaya followed, hissing slightly at the glass meet the flesh of his left wing. He cursed and grabbed Shizuo's outstretched hand before letting his wings open, gasping in pain as the force pulled him up, making the cut in his wing open more. He pulled Shizuo up towards himself a bit more, his jacket shifting it's way to the blonde's possession before Izaya could get a good grip.

  Once they were flying as steady as he could manage despite the extra weight and injury, he glanced at his wing to assess the damage. Needless to say, he wouldn't be able to fly to much longer. The "cut" turned out to be more of a half-inch deep gash, already dripping blood below them. He swore and looked at down at Shizuo. "I'm going to try to pull you up a bit, I need you to try and position my jacket on my wing."

  "Are you- you know what? Never mind. I swear if we weren't a hundred feet above the ground I'd beat the crap outta you. Where the hell are we going anyway?" Izaya began shifting Shizuo up to his wing, the other male oddly skittish in the air.

  "I didn't think that through actually." Izaya hated to admit his incompetence to anyone, much less Shizuo. He winced slightly as Shizuo's body tensed, normally a sign of something getting ready to be thrown, but nothing was available to the angered brute.

  "Are you joking? Are you seriously fucking with me right now, Izaya? What the-" He drop his sentence and made a few choice angered noises and he shifted the jacket on Izaya's wound, forming a makeshift bandage. "Well, we might as well head to Shinra's place considering you're-"

  "No. Its to close and obvious. I have him on call, if I show up at his doorstep- I'll just lead the Erasers to him. I can fly a bit farther out. Somewhere I wouldn't normally go. Wait.. isn't your-" Izaya shifted his wing, unconsciously turning in the direction of his ideal hideout.

  "No- Fuck- Izaya! You are not dragging them in this! I will kill you!" Shizuo started the squirm, causing Izaya to loss his grip slightly. Shizuo dropped a few feet, only to be caught by Izaya again. As the blond cursed, gripping onto Izaya tightly, the informant was practically crying from the pain spreading through his body.

  "We don't have many other options, Shizuo! Call your parents!" He had lost his cool. He knew that for sure, but so did Shizuo when he freaked out over the heights thing. "Just... call them, okay? When we get there,you can call Shinra and Shinra can come fix me up and I'll fly out of there and be out of your hair." He regained some of his composure, his voice holding annoyance, but he was sure Shizuo wouldn't let go of the fact Izaya lost it so easily.

  "Fine." He shifted around, pulling out his traffic cone coloured cell phone. As he looked for the number his parents used, he glanced up at Izaya. "How did you know where my parents live?" It was an understandable question, but Izaya had to chuckle.

  "You've known where I've lived since Rira. As I recall, you showed up to my family's doorstep in an attempt to 'beat the shit out of me', as I recall. That's how you meet Mairu and Kururi. You don't think I kept tabs on you also?" He pushed his wings down, wincing some, but realized the had to get up higher. He watched as Shizuo shifted his weight to Izaya's right, obviously not enjoying their distance from the ground. The blond got on the phone, trying to keep the wind from interrupting his conversation, hanging up soon after.

  "Okay. You're lucky those things are after my ass or I would have killed you sooner." He let out an annoyed noise, which Izaya could only identify as something Shizuo was capable of. "My ma is home, she said we're welcome, just don't make a fool of yourself- got it?" The bodyguard was obviously trying to sound threatening, but with the way he was handling himself as high as they were, Izaya just chuckled.

  "Understandable. Just hang on tight and we'll be there soon." Izaya tried to spread his wings a bit and speed up, partially successful, but not without pain shooting through his left side.

It was going to be a long flight.