Hey guys! I'm back from the dead and I present to you my first Durarara! fanfic! Actually, I already became obssessed over ShiZaya before I even watched it. Anyways, this fic was inspired by a song I heard when I do my monthly Song Hunt on YT.

"talking"
[Celty typing]
'thinking'

Disclaimer: Durarara! does not belong to me, it belongs to its rightful owner. I mean, let's face it, I would be making Shizuo and Izaya gay for each other if I owned it. Song used for the idea also does not belong to me, it belongs to We Are In The Crowd. Cover also not owned by me.

Enjoy!

Something I've Been Thinking Of

~ShiZaya~

Ever wondered how Shizuo Hewajima managed to become good friends with Celty Sturluson, besides already knowing Shinra? It was quite simple; they had one thing in common. They were known as monsters in Ikebukuro. Shizuo, with his short-fused anger, and Celty, with her headless body and her shadows became close friends when they realised what they shared in common. It was only natural that they often talk to one another to calm their nerves. It was also common for them to share their problems. However, Celty had not expected Shizuo to tell her something that seemed very personal.

As usual, they were having a conversation with each other. It was around midnight and Shizuo happened to encounter the dulluhan when she had finished a job. They sat at by the fountain in the park, watching as very few people walked the streets. Celty was telling the ex-bartender about how her client was so curious to even try taking off her helmet himself. Shizuo managed a small chuckle, sensing that Celty felt a bit flustered from that. However, the blond found himself unable to concentrate on the biker's story.

Shizuo had not been feeling like himself for the past three days. He felt much more restless than usual. His anger during his jobs seemed more forced. He could hardly concentrate on something for even just a moment. Why in the world did he not feel like himself?

[Shizuo? Are you alright?] Celty waved her PDA in front of Shizuo's face to earn back his attention.

Shizuo blinked for a few times before muttering a small apology for ignoring her story. Celty, however, was not bothered by that. True, even the blond daydreamed but the look on his face clearly expressed that he was depressed about something.

[Is something bothering you Shizuo?] The dulluhan asked, her words expressing her worry.

Shizuo knew that something was bothering him, he just did not know what it was. He found himself unconsciously avoiding all the couples he saw for the past three days. Something about it made the blond feel like he was missing something.

A couple then walked by his line of sight. They were holding hands and the girl was smiling sweetly to the boy. Shizuo found himself staring at the couple. Noticing that the blond's attention was elsewhere, Celty looked to what her friend was distracted by.

'A couple?' she thought, staring at her friend's expression.

That was when she noticed that Shizuo looked envious. If Celty had a head, she would look surprised, seeing that the ex-bartender almost never made that face. Why would Shizuo be envious of a couple?

Then, it clicked.

[Shizuo, are you lovesick?] the dulluhan asked, tapping his shoulder to gain his attention.

Shizuo stared at the sentence for awhile. Normally, he would have been angered by something like this but instead, he found himself chuckling. That could be the reason why he was not feeling like himself, could it not?

"Maybe..." the ex-bartender sighed, a sad smile gracing his lips.

The response shocked the biker even further. Suddenly, she remembered that a certain informant had been in Ikebukuro for the past three days but there were no signs of vending machines or street signs being thrown. Could there possibly be a connection between Shizuo's lovesick behaviour and Izaya's inactiveness?

[Are you worried that no one will like you in that way?] she asked tilting her helmet to the side.

"Probably. I mean, almost everyone is scared of me. Even you and Shinra are scared of me sometimes," Shizuo told her, taking out a cigarette placing it in between his lips.

[I won't deny that but there definitely has to be someone who isn't scared of you at all, except Kasuka.] Celty encouraged, hoping that her friend would not worry too much on the matter.

"How can you be so sure?" the blond asked, lighting his cigarette while looking at Celty with a raised eyebrow.

[Take me for example. Even though so many people are scared of me because I'm headless, Shinra still loves me.]

Reading the text made Shizuo smile a bit more, feeling encouraged.

"Thanks Celty. That really helps," he told her, taking a long drag from his cancer stick.

[I'm your friend. What do you expect? ]

Shizuo laughed at that. Of course Celty is his friend. Friends are there to help you and possibly offer advice of any sorts.

"Okay, I guess I should head back," he told her looking up into the dark sky.

[Me too or Shinra will start to get worried.]

Saying their goodnights, they headed their own separate ways.

Shizuo, however, did not feel like going back to his apartment just yet. He felt like wandering around for awhile just to clear his thoughts. His feet ended up dragging him to a small bar, not the one he used to work at. It was secluded and no one else was there, except for the bartender. Shizuo did not know what possessed him to come to a place like this. He knew that he could not handle his alcohol well and he could get drunk from half a cup of a strong drink. Since he was here though, he might as well rest for a bit. Even a bar is bound to have water.

Shrugging, he entered the bar, creating a soft bell noise, and sat near the counter. He folded his arms over the counter and rested his head on them, looking to the side. The lights were dim and the furniture was nothing fancy. The bartender, who was cleaning a glass, turned to face the customer and asked what he wanted to drink.

"Just water," Shizuo answered plainly, not even bothering to look at the bartender's face.

Once the bartender saw the blond, his grip on the glass started to tighten. However, he kept his composure and went to get the drink. The bartender was someone who Shizuo had beaten up before for some unknown reasons. The bartender wanted revenge on the blond but he knew that he could not possibly win against someone with such monstrous strength in a fight. He did not know how much alcohol Shizuo can tolerate but it was worth a try to get the blond drunk. The bartender hoped that the "monster's" strength would be as strong as a regular human's when he got drunk.

Grinning evilly, the bartender served the strongest drink he had to Shizuo. The blond lifted up his head and began to down the contents of the glass, completely unaware of the odd taste. In that short moment, the glass was empty as it was placed back down onto the counter.

That was when he felt his vision starting to blur. He started to feel dizzy and drowsy. He tried to stay awake but he knew that he could not fight it. The bastard must have given him alcohol instead! He tried to get a good glimpse of the bartender so he could remember to kill the bastard next time but all he saw were a mesh of colours. Finally, he succumbed to the alcohol and passed out, head resting against the counter.

The bartender started to chuckle like a maniac and grabbed the nearest glass bottle, not caring if it was filled with expensive alcohol or not. Holding it by the mouth with both hands, he held it above his head. The bottle began heading to Shizuo's head until-

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

That voice seemed to have stopped time. The bottle was just a hairbreadth away from coming into contact with the unconscious blond's head. Sweat started to dribble down to the bartender's chin. He recognised that voice. It belonged to the person who knew most about Shizuo, the one who wanted to be the only one who knew most about Shizuo.

The bartender was caught red-handed by the informant, Izaya Orihara.

Izaya stood at the entrance of the bar, hands in his coat's pockets. His eyes pierced into the bartender. Even though the informant had his usual trademark smirk plastered on his face, the bartender could tell that he was not pleased.

"I'll give you ten seconds to get out of here," the raven head threatened, his hand ready to withdraw his knife.

After hearing that, the bartender tossed the bottle to the side and ran out of the bar, getting as far away from Izaya as possible.

Once he left, Izaya made his way to sit next to the unconscious blond. Having a lot of information on Shizuo, Izaya knew that his enemy was a light-weight, thus the reason he avoided alcohol. Judging by the recent events that could have taken place a moment ago, he could easily assume that it was not Shizuo's intention to drink alcohol. However, it was definitely not like the blond to even go in a bar just to drink water. Something must have been bothering the ex-bartender to end up in a place like that.

Izaya examined Shizuo's face. He appeared to be distressed about something. The informant had been too busy for the past three days to even examine him, so he had no clue about what could possibly been bothering him.

He hated Shizuo. He hated him the most but why was he not taking the opportunity to kill him? Every time they saw each other, all they did was try to kill the other, so why was he not going to kill him? It could be possible that he might miss all their cat-and-mouse chases since they gave him so much adrenaline and excitement if he killed Shizuo.

But was that really all there was to it? Even Izaya himself did not know.

Izaya took off Shizuo's shades, placing them beside him. The very action confused Izaya. Why did he do that? However, when he did that, the blond started to stir and his eyes fluttered open. The raven head waited for a reaction from the bodyguard.

"Has Izaya ever been scared of me?" Shizuo asked no one in particular, not moving from his current position.

Izaya definitely did not expect Shizuo to say that. Maybe Shizuo was still drunk and did not realise that Izaya was beside him.

"Celty said that someone who isn't scared of me might be my special someone..." the blond muttered.

The red-eyed informant blinked in surprise at this. What could that possibly mean?

"I must be delusional, thinking that Izaya could like me," the blond continued to rant, still unaware of the extra company.

Izaya was confused for once. He could not understand Shizuo even more when he was drunk.

"Izaya hates me, doesn't he?" the ex-bartender asked no one, eyes drooping.

With that, he went back to dreamland.

That was too unexpected for Izaya. He was confused by Shizuo. He ended up confusing himself even further when he asked himself the same question the blond muttered.

"I hate Shizu-chan, don't I?"

Izaya never expected to hear those things from Shizuo. He also did not expect his life to change from that one night.

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