Shizuo was tired of dealing with those bastards that pissed him off almost everyday, so he took the day off and decided to take a walk at night. He remembered something he should have remembered earlier. He had a peaceful day, he hadn't seen the flea for almost twenty-four hours, but that's exactly what felt wrong. He didn't even stop to think twice before rushing to shinjuku to try and find the flea, so he could beat him up. But it seemed someone did that before him. He found him, lying on the cold floor, covered in blood. Beaten up. He noticed the small sparkles falling from his eyes, down his bruised cheeks. Orihara Izaya was crying. "So, you're not as strong as you seem to be right, Shizu-chan?" This is my first Durarara!! fanfic ever. I'll post it as a one-shot first, but I'm not sure if I'll continue this or not. That depends on what people think, right? Please, bear with me, I never wrote something that does not suck for any fandom, I'm kinda happy to be the one writing this. Hope you enjoy! I DON'T OWN DURARARA!! IN ANY POSSIBLE WAY!All Rights Reserved
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