Wow, I'm finally out of my Writer's Block...after six fucking months. So glad to be back. I'm sorry I was gone for so long, ahh... Feel free to kill my Writer's Block instead of me. It was tortorous. Seems like my brain had fun trolling me by giving birth to plot bunnies everywhere yet not letting me write at all. Until finally, it did. And here's the product: Neurotic.

I've been basically obsessed with Durarara! for the past few months ever since I found it. And more specifically...Shizuo Heiwajima! Love 'im to death. Granted, Izaya's cool, too. And as I was thinking more into their characters and whatnot...this plot just popped into my head. So uh, yeah. Hope you have fun reading.

Disclaimer: I own Durarara! and all its characters every February 30th.

© 2012

The headless Dullahan could only stare in horror at what was left of her best friend. Reluctantly, she began to hug herself as a shiver ran through her spine, as if an attempt to warm herself up when she felt the heat and color drain from her body. If it weren't for her jet black shadows covering every part of her skin, someone would have noticed just how much paler she looked. It seemed to rival the pure white sheets covering the unconscious blond on the hospital bed right in front of her. He looked so still, so emotionless, that if it weren't for the constant rising and falling of his chest, he could have easily passed off as one of the dead. But that doesn't mean that he isn't close to — No! Get a hold of yourself, Celty. Don't think like that. You have to have faith in him…

But when the sensors in her smoke gave her the ability to 'see' Shizuo's face more closely, she nearly snapped. By now, her shoulders were slumped over, shaking even, but not as much as her clenched fists. If she had a head, she would have been crying a river. She couldn't bear to look at him in this state. In this weakened form of what was supposedly the body of the strongest man in Ikebukuro. But if he was so strong, then why? Why did he always have to get himself hurt? Why did he always have to go and make Shinra and her panic and worry out of their minds? Why? She almost demanded the unmoving body on the mattress, sporting multiple bandages around his skull, ribcage, legs, arm, and a cast for his neck and other arm.

Celty revved up the engines to her trusty stead, a soft whinny of excitement coming from the horse disguised as a motorcycle. She had been called for to run an errand and just completed it. But despite that, she was feeling especially anxious tonight. But for whatever reason, she did not know. Maybe it was because her employer was Izaya of all people. Just thinking about that man sent shivers through her porcelain body. As if sensing its master's fear and restlessness, the masked horse gave a reassuring neigh. Feeling grateful for her companion, her stiffed form relaxed, but only for a fraction. She could never let her guard down in front of Izaya. Or her life would be over as she knew it.

Much to her displeasure, her distance between her and the informant drew closer and closer. As her thoughts came to a halt, so did she, keeping a respectable distance away from the raven haired man. How she wanted to rid him of that arrogant smirk from his face.

"Ah, I see that you've received my call. Thanks for picking up my delivery. I knew that I could count on you." Izaya Orihara knew just how much the female Dullahan disliked him –hate is such a strong word, it's only reserved for deep amounts of it just like he and Shizu-chan had for each other– and liked to take advantage of that fact. It was even more entertaining when she couldn't do anything about it. Knowing this fact made his smirk grew bigger than it already was.

Celty's entire form tensed; that smirk of his was never good. Just what was he up to? Reaching to the side of her motorcycle where a small box was tied to the seat so that it won't fall off the vehicle, her shadows quickly morphed into a sharp blade, cutting the ropes. She then took the package into her hand and threw it at Izaya, who caught it with ease.

Pulling out her PDA, she began typing with that lightning speed of hers, accumulated after years of practice. [Just what are you planning?]

Izaya stared at the screen with wide eyes, feigning a look of surprise. "Me? Plan something? Why, I don't have a clue as to what you're talking about, Celty-kun~ After all," his eyes narrowed, shining bright red, "I'm known for my innocent kindness, after all."

The faerie shifted uncomfortably in her position. The answer she had received actually made her even more suspicious if anything. [Your false act cannot fool me.] But even with that said, she couldn't press the matter further. Her feeling of dread was steadily increasing as the night dragged on, and interacting with Izaya didn't help it one bit.

"False act? My, Celty-kun, you really do need to be clearer because I seem to have absolutely no idea what you're talking about today." He grinned, a glint of mischief in his red orbs. Though, he couldn't deny the fact that he was curious as to why the courier seemed to be on the edge.

"Ehh? This is definitely intriguing. Is the Headless Rider afraid of something?" he asked with a taunting tone.

This was just bait, and Celty knew it. She was not going to take it and fall into his trap. Deciding that the best thing to do would be to ride away before she lost control over her uneasiness, that was exactly what she did. Still, even as she got away from him, she couldn't shake the feeling of dread. It had gotten to the point where it felt like it was creeping up on her legs all the way up to the nape of her neck. She shuddered, what a disgusting feeling.

It wasn't as disgusting as the nauseous feeling that overwhelmed her and her senses when she saw the sight of blood everywhere: paved on the streets, dying the clothes, hair, and skin of every still body present, painting the walls and gates, it was simply everywhere. The most disturbing fact was the source of most of the blood. Shizuo. The same Shizuo who was Celty's best friend. The same Shizuo who was Shinra's pal and Izaya's rival / enemy. The same Shizuo who was lying on the ground, with the red substance drying on his blond hair, clothes; whose arm bent in an angle that the faerie didn't even know was possible. The same Shizuo who laid here, broken, dying.

A warm, tender hand rested on Celty's shoulder, comforting her and calming her shudders. Though, once in a while, she slightly jumped, as if hiccupping from crying too much. She felt herself being wrapped in a bundle of warmth, something she desperately needed right now. She didn't even have to look to know who it was. The familiar embrace was enough to tell.

"It's okay, Celty. It's always been okay. He's always been okay." Shinra's voice was smooth, yet soft. His gaze bore into his friend, who failed to even so much as pass him a glance. Hell, the underground doctor wasn't even sure if the blond could come back to his senses in seven days.

However, the Dullahan wasn't sure if she could agree, her shoulders trembling once more. In a flash, her PDA was out and she was typing furiously. [bUt hhes never ben like this before! It was nevr this badd!1]

Her message was full of errors due to her fingers shaking from fear for her friend. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know what could she do. It was impossible to stand here and just watch him lay there do nothing. It looked too much as if he was dead, a reality she didn't want. It kept reminding her that Shizuo was not invincible, as everyone who knew of him seemed to be inclined into thinking. Even the Headless Rider was usually under the impression that the Fortissimo of Ikebukuro was immortal, impenetrable, that nothing could break him. And it used to reassure her. Now…

"He's had worse…" The doctor's eyes were dark with pain as memories ran through his mind. A sad smile formed on his lips, reminiscing all those times where he had to patch up the monster. "And before you know it, he'll be awake and well, going after Izaya to kick his ass." His smile grew wider, trying his best to keep up with his blunt, optimistic self.

His 'fiancé' wanted to jab him for his silly bluntness, especially in a situation like this. But she restrained herself once she realized that this was his way of coping. This was his way of dealing with things like this: to lighten up the mood instead of drowning in the sea of darkness. Somehow, she even managed to lighten up just a bit for him, an effect he always seemed to have on her. She nodded, agreeing to it, more to reassure herself that Shizuo will pull through than anything, really.

Shinra brought Celty closer, hugging her tighter as he rested his chin on her shoulder. "There; you feel better?" His smile would have looked innocent to anyone else who didn't know him. "Because if you don't, I can always make you feel better in bed—oof!"

Now that time, the spectacled man did receive a jab to the ribs. He chuckled apologetically, but didn't miss the puff of smoke swirling more intensely than before, often a sign that Celty was flustered and blushing in the only way that she can. Trying her best to hide the increasing smoke, she turned to the injured monster of Ikebukuro. She slipped out of Shinra's grasp, walking over to him and caressed Shizuo's cheek softly.

Shizuo…please…stop doing this to me. Stop doing this to yourself.

Two days had passed since Celty found Shizuo dying in the streets, and she was feeling restless. She spent much of her time tending to him in bed or constantly pacing around the living room wondering what to do. And today was no different. Shinra leaned his chin in his hand, resting on a chair in front of the table. He had an amused expression as he watched his beloved Celty cross back and forth with no sign of stopping. Celty always did lose her cool demeanor when it came to those who were close to her.

"You're worrying over nothing, Celty. Why don't you settle down? And we could watch a movie or something! Ooh, and then we could cuddle and—"

The pink hearts floating around Shinra as he was fantasizing had popped, just like his dream. He stopped squirming in his seat when he realized that Celty had stopped pacing, turning to 'look' at him, but made no move to jab him or anything. I guess you really do care about Shizuo. Shinra smiled at the thought as a small sigh passed his lips.

"You know, Celty, I'm sure he's fine. Besides, if he's gone, who will uproot Ikebukuro with Izaya?" He then tapped his index finger on his lips, wondering about the raven. "Speaking of which, does he know about Shizuo getting hurt?" The bespectacled doctor started reaching for the mobile phone in his pocket. "Maybe I should call him— What? What's wrong, Celty?"

His hand froze in midair, the female fairy grabbed his wrist to stop him before he could reach his phone. If she could, she would shake her head. Instead, the smoke emitting from her neck had spiraled like small black flames. She held her personal device in front of doctor's face for him to read the message.

[No! Don't call him.] Shinra only stared at the letters on the electronic device, blinking in confusion, the perfect image of bewilderment. Celty added more to clear it up for the clueless man. [He probably did this to Shizuo, he had a hand in this. I just know it!]

A laugh echoed in the empty room save for the two occupants. Shinra shook his head as his laughter died off, but still twinkling in his eyes. "Silly Celty, Izaya doesn't know, much less have a hand in it."

Confusion struck the black-clad woman. [H-huh? How can you be so sure?]

"Because, dear Celty, if Izaya managed to hurt Shizuo that bad, he would gloat to the whole city. Or probably the world, with his ego." He shrugged, looking as if he was actually giving the idea much thought. "One thing's for certain, he wouldn't keep his mouth shut about it."

Celty's confusion melted in understanding, but only for a minute before the image of Izaya's eyes glittering with danger and malice sent her shudders. [But I saw him! He was up to something. And after I rode away, I found Shizuo bleeding all over the place. It can't be just a small coincidence.]

The brunet scratched the back of his head in wonder. "Yes, that does seem peculiar…" He leaned the side of his face onto his cheek, his other hand holding his whole arm up by the elbow. "But I still don't think that Izaya's guilty of whatever happened to Shizuo."

Celty would've sighed, deciding to put the conversation at an end. But her suspicion of Izaya still stayed firm. She'll believe it wasn't his doing when she has the evidence. [Whatever. I still think he has something to do with it. Just don't tell him, okay? He'll probably want to hurt Shizuo some more when he's in that state.]

Shinra chuckled softly at her desire to protect her close friend. "Okay, okay, I won't call Izaya—" He didn't get to finish when she came up to him, and gave him a hug. Surprised, his eyes grew wide from the display of affection and thanks. But he soon eased into her arms and wrapped his arms around her torso.

A crash was heard, catching both of their attention. They broke apart from each other, alert and trying to find the origin of the sound. Another crash. They both looked at each other with the same realization.

"Shizuo!"

The couple had sped off in the direction of the said blond. When they reached the door, Shinra threw it open with great strength in panic. "Shizuo? Shizuo!"

Thank you guys for reading and I hope you enjoyed it.

I've noticed that over the span of my Writer's Block, my writing somehow changed...despite not writing anything? Aha, I'm so weird... But I hope it changed for the better...hmm... Also, before I lapsed into my Writer's Block, I started on some one-shots, but never gotten to finishing them. If I have the will, then hopefully I'll be able to finish them this time around. Maybe.

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