Durarara!! [ONESHOTS}

Shizaya [MATURE Death Fic]

BLURB [Translated, not written, by me]

※Death Story

I wrote this a long time ago. 

For the time being, this not is for all ages, please understand that this explores dark themes.

[NOTE: The blurb originally said that this was for all ages, however, I changed this to a mature]

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Shinjuku, Shibuya, Ikebukuro.

Lots of people travel to and fro from them.

In this town, the natural and unnatural collide, and those caught in the flames are left to crawl on the ground like pathetic worms.

Such an event has occurred today too.

Tall. Blond. Bartender.

With just those words, Shizuo Heiwajima can be descripted.

He collects debt from idiots who refuse to pay up, along with his senior - Tom.

Although, Tom usually looks on from the sidelines.

Today, they had collected debt from a crumbling old apartment in the backstreets of Shinjuku. They were currently on their way back to the company offices.

A muffled voice , coming from a side alley, breaks the silence.

The pair immediately turned their heads, peering down the alleyway.

A group of men were in the the middle of violating someone.

They thrust into them at a constant pace, neither slowing, nor increasing their pace.

Tom shook his head slightly, and pointed at the way they were supposed to be going.

"It's probably best if we get out of here quickly"

Shizuo too, could feel the insanity radiating off of the men, alerting him of the danger.

This is the other side of Shinjuku.

The side hidden in the shadows.

Shizuo felt a shiver crawl up his spine.

The men took turns with the victim, whom Shizuo has since identified as a male.

He took it without ever once raising his voice.

Their pale, white skin felt familiar somehow.

A weak wind blew, smelling like sweat and semen. It was sickening.

"IIIIzzzaaaayaa~"

"Eh!? Wai-, Shizuo?!

Tom was startled by Shizyo's sudden, raised voice.

The sudden appearance of Shizuo Heiwajima, a "Knight in shining armour", startled the men, and they stopped their 'activities'.

They fled the scene promptly.

"Sh-Shizuo...? Did you just say Izaya?"

Tom considered running. Izaya and Shizuo in the same place at the same time was a recipe for disaster.

"It smells just like him. It's definitely that damn flea"

Did Tom's question cool his head a little bit?

Shizuo approached, drawing power into his fists.

Ah. Maybe not.

"Oi, flea. Did you seriously sell your own body for information?

You're a literal piece of shit."

"..."

"Lost your voice from all the fun, huh?"

"..."

"Not even 'gonna stand up are you?"

"..."

No matter what I say.

No matter how close I get.

Izaya doesn't say a word.

Izaya doesn't move.

Another step away.

About a meter.

The figure was clearly projected onto his eyes.

It was obvious even through coloured sunglasses.

...He was dead.

"Oi, Flea?"

"..."

"Oi, Izaya?"

"..."

That body that was always wrapped up in black clothes.

Now wore nothing at all.

Red eyes that gleamed like those of a monster.

Were now closed.

That mouth that was always smirking.

Now lays open.

The mens' white semen clung to his body.

Some was dry, but some was fresh, still dripping down the pale flesh.

"Izaya..."

"I guess I'll never hear you call me 'Shizu-chan' again, huh?"

"And I guess I'll never get to call you a flea again..."

"Shizuo?"

Tom came into view. He had run off, anticipating a fight that never occurred.

Shizuo felt anxious about the questions sure to come.

Tom walked up to Shizuo.

"Shizu-, eh?"

Tom's voice trailed off. And he immediately understood.

Someone had killed Izaya Orihara, who had later been used to fulfill some bastards' necrophilic urges.

"Shizuo, I'll contact the police"

"...Right"

Tom left quickly, holding his cell phone with two hands.

Shizuo covered Izaya with his vest.

"Izaya, did it hurt?"

/I know he won't come back...so why did I say that?/

After that, Izaya's secretary gave me a note.

"Shizu-chan. You are a monster. You're a monster that I can't understand. 

That's why I hate you."

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Thank you for reading.

I didn't go into this prepared, and spent the next hour [that's how long this took me to translate] feeling quite disturbed.

Nonetheless, I hope you enjoyed this. Well, as much as you can enjoy this kind of story.

Original by 煮豆 [PIXIV]