Title: - A little secret

Rating: - M

Pairing: - Izuo, Izado, Shizado

Disclaimer: - I don't own Durarara

Warnings: Izaya

Summary: - Mikado finds Shizuo when he's in more than a little trouble. Now that Shizuo's the size of someone's palm, what will he do?

A/N:- Another one that won't leave me alone. But since Change of heart and Bound to a demon only have a couple of chapters left until they're completed, I'll let it go. Enjoy.

I'm how small?

He woke up in complete darkness, there was nothing. Where was he? He tried moving, only to get more caught up than he already was. This had to be the flea's doing, no one else would pull this crap on him. Memories flicked through his confused mind. Ah, that was right.

Damn that stupid kid. Shizuo pulled himself through the dark tunnel he was currently in. That crazy kid had stabbed him with pens and then he was here. Even with his strength, it was tiring. Finally he was out, taking in the fresh air. Wait. Where was he?

Everything was huge, he looked around, the people were giants, their feet almost three times the size bigger than usual. Everything looked the same though, just bigger. Ugh, first he needed a cigarette and then he could figure out what was going on. He reached into his pocket, finding he wasn't wearing anything. Why was he naked?

The blond looked around him, trying to find his clothes. Shizuo froze, looking up at everything that was bigger, then back down to himself. Lastly at the tunnel he had just crawled out of. It was soft underneath him. A glimpse at the white on top, confirmed what he had thought. He had been trapped in his clothes. But if they were his clothes then...

It was he who had gotten smaller? It took a lot to shock Shizuo, he was used to his strength now, used to everyone being scared of him. But this... He had shrunk. How did it happen? Shizuo tried to climb out from what he now realized was his trouser leg, looking around. Fuck, he was naked. If anyone bothered to look down, what would they think?

Luckily he still had his strength, though lifting his clothes, was now the same as lifting a vending machine. Shizuo picked them up, hurrying into the nearest alley, before someone saw him. "Agh! A rat!" He ignored the scream, trying not to get trampled on. He had always been afraid of hurting anyone, now here they were nearly crushing him.

The blond couldn't see where he was going, the sleeve of his shirt fell over the front, blocking his view and getting caught underneath his feet. He lost his balance, tipping forward, rolling into his shirt sleeve. Damn it, now he had to find a way out again, he looked around, only seeing white, there was no exit, he was trapped. Shizuo stayed where he was hoping that no one would tread on him.

"See you later, Sonohara-san." Ah, voices. They were coming closer. It was then that another thought crossed his mind, making his face pale. He needed to get to Shinra, the crazy doctor would know how to change him back. But then there was the flea, he dreaded to think what would happen if Izaya found him. "So, Mikado. Where did you disappear to?" Mikado? That name sounded familiar.

"I told you Kida-kun, I was walking home." Kida? Oh the blond kid. "Sure you weren't flirting with, Anri-chan?" The voices were getting louder. "Mikado, you shouldn't pick things off the street." Wait. Were they talking about him? "Look, it's a bartender uniform. This belongs to Heiwajima-san." Shizuo held on, as he slid further down the material, trying to hold on. What was happening out there? "You don't know that Mikado. It could belong to anyone."

He couldn't breath, everything was closed in, the material was getting tighter. The kid must be holding the bundle to his chest. Fuck, he needed to get out of here. "I'm returning them." There was a loud sigh. "Do you remember what I told you? Mikado." He felt movement again. How strong was this kid. "Stay away from Heiwajima-san and Orihara-san." Good advice. "I'll give them to Celty-san. See you at school, Kida-kun."

By the constant swaying, he could tell they were moving, he wondered where the kid was taking his clothes. He was breathing harshly now, even monsters needed to breath. His eyes closed, slipping on the fabric. Maybe a little nap wouldn't hurt. When he woke up again he would get out of here.

Mikado hurried back to his apartment. He wasn't sure why he thought the clothes in his arms belonged to the strongest man in Ikebukuro, but he felt the need to pick them up. Excitement ran through him, With Izaya and Celty's help they had taken down Namie and her brother Seji, helping Mika get away from them. She didn't have Celty's head, only plastic surgery to make it look that way. Now that it was over, he needed something new. He didn't like being bored. Somehow he knew these clothes were the first step, to something new.

He closed the door behind him, turning on the light. Placing the bartender uniform on the bed, he picked up the trousers, there were a few holes in them, the material damp from blood. These were definitely Shizuo's clothes. But why were they in the middle of the street? Had something happened to him? Mikado straightened them out, removing the pens that were tangled in the holes.

He recognized them, they were the pens that Seji had stabbed him with. One red, one blue. Mikado held up the last one, it wasn't a pen. It looked more like a syringe. He gently laid it down, so the needle didn't touch him. Maybe Celty knew what it was for.

Next he held up the shirt, there was nothing wrong with it. No blood, but maybe some dirt, from where it had been on the street. The teen looked at the sleeve, realizing it was tangled. As he untangled it, something fell out of the sleeve onto the bed. Mikado blinked, looking at the small object on his bed. It looked like a doll without any clothes, the blond hair was the same as Shizuo.

Gently he picked it up, holding it in the palm of his hand. Whatever it was, it was warm to touch. He used his little finger to touch the blond hair. He jumped as a hand swatted his much larger finger away. It moves? Wait. Blue eyes gleamed with excitement. Could this be?

"Heiwajima-san?" The blond rolled over in his palm. How was this possible? He had seen Shizuo's strength, he had been fascinated by it, then there was Celty. The dullahan without a head. Somehow, the blond had shrunk. Mikado felt his grin widen, trying not to close his hand. This was amazing, the things this could lead to. There was a small yawn, coming from below him. The teen looked down, to see the blond waking up.

Shizuo yawned, arms stretched as he woke up. He blinked, using one hand to rub his eye. "Heiwajima-san?" The voice above him was loud, the blond looked around, before looking up. So it wasn't a dream. He was still tiny. He was in someone's hand. Above him was a large teen with black hair, the same as the flea and blue eyes. He looked familiar. "Who are you kid?" Great even his voice sounded tiny.

Blue eyes sparkled. "Mikado Ryugamine." Shizuo sighed, trying to cover up his modesty, that had shrunk with the rest of him. "Where am I Ryugasaki-kun?" The teen sighed, he felt braver since a tiny Shizuo couldn't do much. "My name is Ryugamine. You're in my apartment." Shizuo shook his head. This had to be the flea's doing. For now he needed a cigarette and some clothes.

"Ryugasaki-kun, I need clothes." The teen sat down on the bed. Shizuo grabbed onto one of his fingers, so he didn't fall off. "I don't have anything that would fit you." Shizuo slumped down. This was getting worse. "Maybe if we brought some dolls outfits?" Dolls clothes. The strongest monster in Ikebukuro wearing dolls clothes? He was never going to live this down. What if Kasuka found out?

"Heiwajima-san?" The kid was looking down at him again. He still had his strength, he could handle it. But first. "Can you see if my cigarettes are in my pocket?" The teen nodded, rummaging in his pockets. He pulled out his packet of cigarettes and a lighter. Mikado watched him as he ripped the lid off, pulling out one of the cigarettes. The blond still had his strength.

The teen watched as Shizuo manoeuvred the cigarette to his mouth, it was too big and didn't fit. "Ryugasaki, can you light it?" Mikado did as he was asked, lighting the end of the cigarette. He watched as Shizuo inhaled, lips on the centre of the cigarette. The blond jerked back, coughing. "Heiwajima-san?" Shizuo's eyes watered as he held on. Ah, they were too strong for him now. He tried once more, before breaking into a fit of coughing. He reluctantly handed it to the teen.

Mikado took it, gently placing the tiny Shizuo on his bed. He opened the door to his apartment, stubbing out the cigarette. He closed the door, seeing how small the blond really was. He could barely see him, unless he was holding him. Shizuo had climbed underneath his shirt, using it as a cover. Mikado crouched down to get a better look at the now sleeping blond.

A thought crossed his mind. Shizuo had a lot of enemies, if they found him like this, who knew what they'd do. And then there was Izaya. The informant hated the blond, would he try and kill him, when he was this small? Although Shizuo had his strength, with his size he was vulnerable. He needed someone to look after him. The teen's eyes lit up. Who else better than him, the one who had found the blond like this.

Mikado used his little finger to gentle stroke Shizuo's hair, his finger covering the blond's head entirely. "Don't worry Heiwajima-san, I won't let anyone find you like this." The blond, pulled his shirt higher over him, trying to get warm. The teen couldn't help but think he was cute like this. He slipped his phone from his pocket, snapping a picture quickly, glad the flash didn't go off. Very gently he wrapped the shirt around the blond, leaving him to sleep.