DISCLAIMER: I do not own Durarara! Or these characters.
WARNING: wound play, violence, language, vomit.

Yes, If you are wondering; I did rewrite this chapter.

"Well i am writing a story that is a Shizaya Mpreg, thanks to XxChocoMelloxX's story Unusual Absence."

Everything was still. Quiet. Too quiet. Izaya opened his eyes, eyelashes fluttering as he tried to see properly. It had been a while since he last woke up, clearly you could tell. His body felt flushed and sweaty, was he injured? Izaya slowly used his elbows to turn himself onto his back, and in doing so he felt a thrust of pain run through his abdomen.

He quickly placed a hand there and felt the spot. His shirt was slashed and cut up at that part exposing most, if not all, of his stomach area. His fingers ran across a large gape near his kidneys running all the way to midway across his back. Instantly his hand was wet with red fluids that could only be his own blood. With a long sigh he reached onto his coffee table and grabbed a needle and thread. this... wasn't meant for sewing up wounds, but what did it matter? He didn't wanna die from some wound he'd either accidentally inflicted on himself, or had for a week now and forgot about.

Quietly he continued to sew his wound even after his wall was blown out. Piece of the now ruined hole flew across the room in all directions. One piece almost hit Izaya in the face, till he ducked his head to the left allowing it to fly past. His eyes scanned the blonde man as he entered through the hole, a solemn smile on his face. "Ahaha... Shizu-chan, didn't anyone ever teach you any manners? Its customary to knock first." He muttered in a sing-song voice almost mockingly.

Shizuo could do nothing but smile as he was taunted. "Oh really, since when do humans use manners before destroying bugs?" Izaya's smile didn't fade, if anything one could say it stayed plastered on his face the entire fight. In a long stride Shizuo finished it with a punch aiming where the others face should be. However that wasn't the case, as he seemed to leap from the couch and flip mid-air before landing almost crouched back on his feet behind the couch. Where Izaya used to be was just empty air and the couch, which Shizuo's fist collided with.

The couch was nearly punched to pieces, and came out completely damaged on one side, almost ripped in half by a single punch. The brunette scoffed and just left the needle dangling from his stomach hole. Shizuo nearly caught him off guard, shaving a few hairs off the broker's head with his kick. He quickly grappled a lamp and tossed it in the general direction of his enemy, hoping that even if it didn't hit him that a few glass shards would hit him.

By this point Izaya had found his switchblade, and retreated to the bathroom for Shizuo to show up. He wanted to catch the bastard by surprise. Before long Shizuo walked through the door holding what was probably a leg or two off a chair. Izaya leaped into action, from behind the shower curtains he slashed out and managed to slick the bartenders right cheek.

"Bastard." He muttered and turned grabbing the shower curtain, he pulled. It toppled down from the bar above and fell onto the one under it, as Shizuo pushed himself down with it so the only thing stopping him from killing Izaya was this shower curtain. From below he received a few cuts in his abdomen region. The curtain started to tear and after a while was nearly tatters scattering their clothing. One more time Izaya shoved his blade into the one above him, and this time couldn't pull it back. Shizuo smiled, while Izaya couldn't reach it he reached down and placed a hand on his neck.

Starting out softly he began squeezing. The cocky smile on Izaya's face only seemed to flicker in between his gasps and protest for air and for Shizuo to fuck off. To make mattered worse, the broker was practically being crushed by the overwhelming strength of the bartender. He reached a hand up feebly to grasp part of the blonde hair before his hand turned into a fist.

Shizuo had begun pulling on the needle. He pulled it and peeled the damaged skin around the cut back and forth. Izaya's teeth clenched, he was losing air. Almost certain his face had to be turning colours, at least to an extent. And it was. It was a light purple-ish-blue, fading darker as his eyes couldn't focus. The pupils began rolling back in his head, as the hand toying the wound punched him violently int he face. It hit straight on his nose, which he was sure would be broken after,

The smile had long since passed and turned into contorted emotions of pain and agony.
He just wanted to let go.

To sleep.

Even if for a while...

The sounds of footsteps awoke him. Izaya didn't move as his body slightly moved up and down. It was softly as if whoever did it didn't wanna wake him, and after a while he realized. The footsteps weren't coming to him, or from him... they were under him. It wasn't his footsteps... then who? For just a second he opening his eyes and saw a flash of blonde hair, followed by black... and white. Great, just great. That shitty bartender was carrying him. But to where? His lair so he could torture him? Clearly defeat wasn't enough.

His consciousness faded in and out, and before he knew it they were at an apartment that was dark and smelled of alcohol. A few minutes prior to entering he was tossed onto something mildly soft, that probably used to be softer when it was new. It appeared to be a couch judging by the cushions he could see underneath him. Izaya waited till he knew that Shizuo was out of the room before even thinking about looking around.

Once his chance arose he checked the place out. A small apartment that was only illuminated by the light of a darkened lamp on the corner table. There was another couch across fro his that had a pillow on it. On the coffee table was a few ashtrays, one of which was filled to the brim with cigarettes but looked like someone had still been stuffing more into it to save the newer ones. One the left side was a small tabletop counter that may have had a TV at one point, but was now filled with papers, mail, and on the edge a few bandages and sewing needles.

This was all he got to see before Shizuo returned. The broker quickly laid back down and shifted himself so that the bartender would think he was just dreaming if he saw anything footsteps came right up to his face and stopped. He didn't dare move and even slowed his breathing so that the guy would just leave him alone in the aftermath. However he was the only one who believed that because Shizuo kicked him right in the gut, causing bile to rise in his mouth. He gagged and put his head over the edge of the couch, aiming to retch all over the bartenders shoes. However his head was grabbed roughly by the hair.

"I knew you were fucking awake, think that shit is cute?" Shizuo spat out. As much as Izaya wanted to throw up, he held it in until he was let go. But... again only he believed that, he was never let go. In reality he was punched in the gut, and ended up letting go. His body was pushed tipping on the edge as he emptied what little things he had eaten all over himself. Most of it had gotten caught on the front of his shirt while some it went right into this clothes. It tasted disgusting.

He cranked his head up as he was pulled up till he was sitting. "W-Why...?" He could only mutter, his voice hoarse and wretched.

Shizuo narrowed his eyes and took a long drag on his cigarette before blowing the aftermath into Izaya's face. He turned. "You don't need to know." He spoke under his breath so low that Izaya almost didn't catch it. Without delay he pulled him to the bathroom, leftover bile spilling from his mouth and dripping from his clothes to the floor. The pain in his wound had fired up again, and he felt like he was burning from the inside.

All he could keep think was, Why? Why was he taken hostage by his enemy. What was going to happen to him. What would be done to him? Would he even make it out alive? Does anyone even know he was here? Would he be missed? Why?

A song.

A song rang out in his head, he wasn't sure why. Or why this song. Unintentionally he muttered the words. "This hole you put me in, wasn't deep enough... and I'm climbing out right now. You're running out of places, to hide from me..."

Shizuo just turned and looked at him. A weird flicker of anger and fire in his expression. He pulled Izaya's hair and brought him face-to-face. Harshly, he whispered: "I don't know what the fuck you're on about... but I want you to know. You damn well better not expect this life to be easy. Not even for a second, you fucking flea."
His expression didn't falter, and this time... there was something new in the look... something Izaya couldn't describe.

" Anything you ever thought was bad, this will be worse. 10x worse. Be ready." He moved back and began walking toward the bathroom again. Izaya didn't know what to think.

He just closed his eyes.

Hope you guys enjoyed this rewrite! I still have the old version saved on my computer, if for some reason you wanna see it, then go here: sta .sh /0c f3u ah uii b ( erase spaces )

Now, a few things! I DID change the story slightly, because I thought this all if better. Chapter 2 Rewrite will be out Tomorrow or the day after, so right now the second chapter won't match up with this just yet. I will be incorporating a lot of kinks into this and I'm not sure how long this will go. Enjoy anyway! Review if you'd like.