Yo minna-san~~ This is my first fanfiction so don't hate me... I'm still new to this so I hope you guys will review my work~! Really looking forward to writing more fanfictions for you guys~! This one is about Shizuo and Izaya having the same nightmare, leading them to unfortunate events and of course smutttt in the later parts~

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Chapter 1: Strings of Fate

"You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare."

SHIZUO

"What the..."

Shizuo could only stare at the sight before him, the colour of his face draining in bewilderment and shock. His frame trembled though stayed in place as he took a second look at the situation before him.

There the informant laid, crushed by a construction beam that was dangling from an unattended crane in an abandoned building. Blood splattered the graveled ground as the bright liquid continued to trickle further away from the male's body. He could still see Izaya breath in choked pants as he mourned in protest at the beam crushing his lower extremities. Shizuo could see the male calling out to him, shouting and gesturing with his good arm to get attention and though there was a numbing buzz in his ears, he couldn't comprehend what the other was trying to say.

As soon as his legs had the strength to run, he sprinted towards the wounded man for aid, everything around him faded to nothingness and only the vision of Izaya bleeding to his death was before him.

"Shit! Izaya..!"

His eyes begrudgingly opened in half-mast to look at the clock placed on the wall reading 3 o'clock in the morning. He groaned, messing his hair in frustration as he reluctantly got up from his bed. His hands automatically reaching a pack of cigarettes as he made his way to the balcony of his home. It used to be easy to brush off dreams like that but it was difficult for a blond to sleep after a nightmare like that. Shizuo didn't know when it had started, but night after night, nightmares of the same sense haunted him in his sleep. And as always, the flea just had to die in front of him.

He sighed, lighting his cigarette as he took a long drag from it. Whether the informant would believe him or not, he needed to talk to Izaya about this, the sooner the better. No wait.. That would be impossible. Judging from past experience, talking to him would prove futile. Guess his only option was to discuss his problem with Shinra.

IZAYA

Several thoughts ran through Izaya's head simultaneously as he stared at the man before him. 'Now's a pretty good time to kill him..' was of course the first thought to cross the protozoan's mind. If it was anyone else, the "normal" thoughts would've instantly prevailed after seeing a man covered in blood and in need of help. Seeing the grin on that protozoan's face didn't help either.

Crimson eyes finally closed, as if accepting whatever fate Shizuo was about to grant him. Izaya took in a deep breath as if to sigh, but instead, coughs resonated throughout the room. He tried to take in whatever oxygen he could while instinctively attempting to move his limbs under the pressure of the construction beam but to no avail. His body was numb as ever, his body frail under the metal that slumped his body down.

The grin fell. "The hell? You want to die?" The bodyguard nearly spat at him, roughly grabbing his shoulder to stop him from moving. Despite the wave of pain that swept through his bruised shoulder, the informant suddenly relaxed, his breathing returning to the quiet slow rhythm, his vision blurring out as he slowly lost conscious. Izaya remained where he was, lost somewhere in his own mind, unknowingly letting life slowly slip away from him.

Izaya jolted from his sleep, beads of perspiration trickled down his neck as he held his head. What a nightmare! He didn't expect to die like that... It didn't help that the nightmare happened so very often. This was bad.. The whole idea was absurd. Him being crushed by something and his only options of help was that protozoan? This was truly ridiculous! Sighing, he looked towards the wall clock.

"Ahh.. It's only three in the morning..?" He groaned in displeasure and shifted to the edge of the bed. Sleep deprived and incessant nightmares, could his day get any better? Staring at his reflection, he had a good laugh at how hideous he looked. Shades of grey coloured the bottom of his eyes, his face lacked the radiance he used to have. Was this God's retribution from having too much fun with humans? Ahh, this was the worst, his health was being affected terribly by something so miscellaneous.

He needed to eradicate these nightmares, more importantly, who would believe this whimsical dream of his? Letting out a heavy sigh, he fell back against the comfort of his bed and stared at the dull ceiling before him.

"Guess it's time to pay Shinra a visit"

Izaya: Why Fushi-Sashimi? Why do you do this to me?

Shizuo: Tch.. Why do I have to have the same dream as that flea?

Fushi-Sashimi: *nervous laughter* Calm down guys, it's only a story plus you'll become good friends after this...

Shizuo & Izaya: *death glares Fushi-Sashimi* There's no fucking way that's happening..

Fushi-Sashimi: *mumbles* Yes there is...

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