Title- An Amalgamation

Pairing - Shizaya (Shizuo x Izaya) Sebaciel (Sebastian x Ciel)

Slight Pairings - Sebazaya and Shiciel

Rated - M

Disclaimer - I do not own any characters. All characters belong to Durarara! and Kiroshitsuji. Only the story line is mine

Warnings - Boy x Boy (yaoi), Smut, Jealousy, Blood, Fighting, the usual hot guys and stuff

A/N - Oh my goodness it's been years! I had to reread this because I forgot what had happened but luckily I have a story line planned out that I can follow. Sorry for the long wait. I tried to keep my writing style the same, even though I haven't written much in the last few years so it may be bad. Please forgive for any of that.

Also! I've grown a lot more mature (hehe yea right) but I've found out a lot of stuff regarding sex in the last few years so I may write Izuo as well as Shizaya. Sorry if any of you aren't okay with it, but I think I'll get it right.

Enjoy~

Chapter 4

Kasuka found Canada to be just as peaceful as he had read in novels and magazines. Sure, when he got into the hustle and bustle of the large cities, like Toronto in Ontario, he felt a little overwhelmed, but there was always this residual peace only found in places with little violence and less life-changing incidents. It was completely different from Japan, where there was always the sounds of horns blaring, the sights of hundreds of bikes moving, and, of course, the millions of people moving about.

He'd even been to the United States and the United Kingdom before, and he found those experiences far more closer to his life in Japan than he did to his newfound experience in the North American northern country. There was a word for a societal foundation like this wasn't there?

Peaceful. He surmised, as he caught the subway to the area where his next scene was to be shot. He gripped his Tim Horton's coffee, which he had bought for his lunch break, tighter in his hand. Safe.

Not somewhere my brother or Izaya-san would be accepted as easily.

He bit his lip at the thought of his brother. It wasn't the first time he'd left his hometown for a long time, nor would it be the last, but he had a feeling that this time, when he returned, he'd see something different. There was no mistaking it. He wasn't his brother. He didn't have that sixth sense which always left Shizuo feeling frustrated and full of anxiety. He couldn't anticipate the future or prophesize on something occurring which would alter his life.

But he still had that premonition. It wasn't every day that he felt he was so in sync with his older brother that he could tell something was off, and he could almost sense his brother's frustration, despite not having contact with him for the past few days. He wondered briefly if he should call and see if he was well, or even alive, for that matter.

He banished the thought immediately. There was no reason to worry, not yet anyways. He was apt to usually call after a week, at least, of departure, and he didn't want to concern his older brother needlessly because of his own worries.

So instead, he straightened his back, smiled broadly, and stepped off the subway at his stop, greeting the sight of security and coworkers with ambiance and warmth. He wouldn't let his personal life affect his acting, no matter the amount of concern.

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"UGHHH!" Shizuo growled in frustration as he stared at his phone. Or what was left of it anyways. He had accidently crushed it when he was at work and facing a bunch of idiots and bigger idiots. Why the hell didn't people just pay on time?!

He chucked the useless piece of metal into the nearest trash bin, calming down as he felt around in his coat pocket for the familiar feel of the cylindrical roll of cigarette. He pulled it out, put it between his lips, and lit it, sighing at the comfort it managed to produce in his body.

As he calmed down, for the most part, he decides to head home and relax by watching some T.V. Or even reading. But when he starts to walk, he catches a blur of black and the sound of a horse, and smiles before he can help himself. He loves it when Celty and him cross paths and he is able to talk to her after a stressful day.

Turning, he waves hello and leans back against a railing on his left. Celty parks in front of him and takes out her PDA, but doesn't type anything in reply or take off her helmet. Instead, she tilts her head to the side, and he knows her well enough by now to know she's showing her worry because he's been smoking again, and is wondering if anything's the matter.

He rubs the back of his neck, wondering how she knew him so well, and realizes that he has been on edge lately. Especially with what occurred last week. He feels bad for not telling her about the incident when they had crossed paths over the weekend, but he had been in a rather large temper than and had avoided talking for too long. Now that he was in a more tranquil state, and had time to sort out his thoughts, he figured he may as well tell her.

Is something the matter?

He looks at the electronic device held out before his face and sighs. "Well, I saw Izaya last week." He holds out a hand to stop her as she begins to type out another message. "It was at the airport, when I was going to say goodbye to Kasuka. We did get into a fight, of course, but that's not really what's troubling me."

What is it? Something that troubles you more than him?

He gives off a short laugh, and it sounds troubled, even to his own ears. "We met some people. Well, not really met. But, it was odd. They were odd."

Why... Odd?

"They just gave off the weirdest vibe, or aura, or shit. They weren't scared of me or Izaya, and they were foreign."

What does them being foreign have to do with anything?

"Cause foreign people are weird, obviously. But they knew perfect Japanese, and... UGH, I don't know, I just can't get them out of my head!"

Maybe you should ask Izaya about them. Don't get mad, but he is the only one who knows everything that happens around here.

Shizuo rolled his eyes. "Like hell I'd ever get his help."

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"Young Master, the tea is ready." Sebastian knocks on the door with one hand, the other on the handle of the tea cart. There was an assortment of cakes and delicacies piled high on trays, along with the chinaware. When Ciel gave an affirmative sound, he pushed open the door to the former earl's bedroom and brought in the tea.

Ciel was toying with his Smartphone, but put it on the bedside table when Sebastian held out a cup for him. It was routine, the same old every day for over a century. Sebastian wasn't the type to get bored of consistency, but, now that his mind had begun to get preoccupied with the informant, he was constantly wondering how it would be different is he was with Izaya instead.

He watched as Ciel once again began fiddling with his phone, and compared it to what Izaya would have been doing. He'd likely be working. The old demon mused, a smile working its way to the corners of his lips. Probably on the computer, searching something interesting. Or maybe taking a break, and watching television.

He was taken aback when Ciel suddenly spoke. "Is there anything else Sebastian?" Ciel was staring at him oddly.

"No, my lord. I'll be taking my leave then." He turned to head out the door, when he suddenly got an idea. "Actually, I was wondering if I could have a day off."

He wasn't very surprised at the shock displayed on his younger counterparts face. It was only to be expected, after all. In all the years they'd been together, Sebastian had never asked for a day off. He did have off days though, when Ciel wanted to be alone and had nothing for his butler to do, but those were as rare as the blue moon.

Ciel was quick to gain his composure, and Sebastian almost frowned. His master displayed far less emotion now than he ever had before, and, dare Sebastian think it, he found Ciel to have become quite boring. Ciel didn't even care to make Sebastian's life hell, no pun intended, anymore. Now, he had begun to find his own hobbies that usually involved sitting around and playing on his laptop, or phone. No more of the adventures they used to get themselves in, or the interactions and companions they made through those very adventures.

"What do you need a vacation for?"

Sebastian put a grin on his face, and did his best to look as innocent as possible. "I thought I'd go out and make some friends."

"What do you need friends for?"

"Acquaintances are always valuable, my lord."

"I'll repeat. What do you need them for? I'm not getting into any trouble here."

Sebastian did his best not to bite his lip in frustration and roll his eyes, or, even worse, chuck the boy out the window. He couldn't hide the twitch in his eye though, and Ciel caught it like he'd catch the winning numbers of the lottery.

"I'm just toying with you. I don't need you tomorrow anyways. So go out and do whatever you want, but don't go bringing anyone annoying here. Now you may leave."

Sebastian left the master room immediately, so excited and shocked for the first time in decades, he missed the small, sad smile that formed on Ciel's face. He was so surprised he was actually able to get permission, he hadn't even thought to ask the boy demon what he was planning for tomorrow that he didn't need him. Because it wasn't like Ciel to have absolutely nothing planned.

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Izaya played with the rings on his fingers as he waited for the man across from him to talk. He wondered if it would be practical to fidget, lest it come off as nervous rather than what it really was - impatient. This man, with his tacky 60s vest, gelled hair, and cheap cigar, was one of the only leads he had on his investigation into the murders happening close to his home, what was being dubbed The Shinjuku Murders. In his time out of Ikebukuro, it was the first time he'd had something so exciting and slippery happen at Shinjuku.

The man finally opened his mouth, letting go of the cigar he'd been sucking like his life depended on it. "So, the great Izaya Orihara in my living room. Didn't know you did the work yourself."

Izaya smiled pleasantly. "I do all my work myself, Mr. Yamato. Now, for the matter at hand. You said you knew this mysterious killer, correct? No, let me rephrase that. You came across him when he was going at it, eh? Got a look at him before you ran?"

Yamato looked at him suspiciously, wondering if this little man was making fun of him. But the informant held the same smile that made Yamato want to simultaneously shudder in fear and punch him in the face. He chose to just frown. "I didn't run like no coward, if that's what you're saying," he said, the undertones of threatening anger seeped into his voice like black currents.

Izaya didn't even blink. "Of course not, it's only..." he paused, pretending to contemplate a right word. "It's only reasonable for a smart man, like yourself, to leave before the situation grew too dire. A dumb man would have picked a fight with a monster, but you're not dumb, are you?" The informant hid a smirk as Yamato puffed his chest out like his feathers had just been preened, narcissistic pride shining through and through.

"You're hell right I'm not!" The man gloated, posture now relaxing with the thought that he was a smart man, with the infamous informant complimenting him. "The beast was clearly not human, and he sure as hell killed like he knew what he was doing. He had this enormous machete," At this, the man spread his arms as far apart as he could to emphasize the largeness, "and he was just hacking away like no tomorrow, y'know? I couldn't really see him, cause it was so dark, but he was huge. I was smart to run, hell yeah I was. And I swear he bent down and just started, like, eating the body." Izaya highly doubted that, and decided that now Yamato had gotten to that point of exaggeration, he may as well take his leave. It didn't seem this man could provide him with a good enough description.

"Thank you for the time, Mr. Yamato," Izaya said, standing from the rickety sofa he'd been sitting on, glad that the springs weren't stabbing into his behind anymore. The man looked up at him in shock.

"You're not leaving already, are you? I barely got to the best part!" He said, making a move to stand himself. Izaya stopped him by reaching into his coat pocket and pulling out a small envelope. He threw it on the coffee table between them, and it opened slightly to reveal bills. Yamato's mouth dropped open almost right away, his fingers quickly grabbing onto the paper.

"I think that is all I need," Izaya said, before swiftly making his way to the door and showing himself out.

As he walked leisurely back to his office, Izaya couldn't help but tremor in anticipation at the thought of this new monster he'd be going after. He had a good number of clients paying good money for him to bring this thing to its end, as they'd all complained about losing members of whatever group they were in at the dead of night. Izaya wasn't usually the type to take up a job where it seemed as if he was to be a bounty hunter, killing with his own hands wasn't his kind of thing, but he had also grown infuriatingly curious as to what exactly was on his turf for so long and under his radar.

And he deemed just finding the thing would be enough, as he could just give its location to one of the groups and they'd do the dirty work of getting rid of it. Izaya smirked. Oh how fun this was going to be.

A/N - Oh it really has been years. Sorry I won't reply to your reviews, but thank you everyone who has commented/faves/followed! I'll try to be more serious about this, but I'm not making any promises this time around.

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