First Durarara fanfic so I hope it's alright. It took me a while to actually start it because I was reading other stories to get a feel of what I want to write. I had to do this story justice, ya know? I hope I do...

This is a Shizaya. Not one of those fics that has one of them die or confess love that isn't returned. Bleh.

Review! They make me so happy, I practically live off of them:) Even if you don't really have anything to say, review anyway. Sometimes I don't know where I want to go with a story (now is one of those times) and I need ideas. Lots and Lots of ideas. Suggestions help me make it BETTER. Love all of you who are reading this~

Alright, this is long enough. Enjoy!

"IZAAAYAAAAAAAAA!"

The raven haired informant smirked as he demonstrated his flawless parkour through the streets and alleyways of Ikebukuro. He knew how this went. He'd piss off Shizuo with nothing but his presence, the blonde would say something along the lines of "I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME HERE ANYMORE, DAMN FLEA!" before throwing a random object he shouldn't be able to lift at him, he would duck out of the way, and their chasing game would begin. Izaya sighed lightly as he jumped off of a dumpster and swung from a fire escape. He just wasn't feeling it today.

Normally, he'd have so much fun testing how much Shizu-chan can scare his precious humans with his monster strength, but nothing more than a small half-smile came to his lips at the sight of the blonde ripping up a stop sign and hurling it at him. By now he was usually laughing and insulting the monster. He guessed it was due to the feeling he'd been getting lately. His black hair stood on end and his crimson eyes glared a little more with this thickness in the air. Something bad was going to happen.

And it did.

X~X~X

Izaya unlocked the door to his apartment and sat down wearily on the tan couch and threw the key on the hook from where he sat. He had gotten away from Shizu-chan but it took a lot of running and he was pretty tired.

'Well, I guess I'd better eat.' he thought.

He found some fatty tuna in the fridge and sat down to eat. Something still didn't feel right so he didn't enjoy his favorite food as much as he usually does. There was a tight knot in his stomach.

All of a sudden, his pocket lit up and started vibrating.

"Hello?" he answer his phone in a velvety cheerful voice.

"Izaya Orihara." said the rusty, thick voice on the other end.

"Yes?"

"Meet me at the park in half an hour."

"Ah, you see I'm kind of spent right now so unless you are willing to pay-"

he was cut off with a "Oh, I think it would be in your best interest to come. I'm the one calling the shots here." There was a smile in his voice, Izaya could tell. The stranger hung up.

'Huh. Well now I'm curious.' the informant thought to himself. The knot in his stomach got tighter and, though he'd never admit this, he knew he was worried.

X~X~X

The raven scanned the park twenty minutes later and, seeing as how he was a little early, sat down on a bench. Not five minutes later, a man in a tan trench coat sat down on the opposite end.

"Are you the one who called me?" he asked in a daring and slightly challenging tone.

"No. I am only a messenger." the man said. It was true, the voice was completely different. Why didn't the annoying human who made him worry so much come to meet him in person? Was he too good for this? Or did he have something up his sleeve. This ticked Izaya off.

"I see." Was all he said before waiting for the trench coat man to state the reason behind all of this.

"The one who sent me has... a proposition."

"Oh? And what make him think that I'll listen to this proposition of his?" he purred.

"He has your sisters."

Izaya's stomach dropped. How could that be? He must be lying. Mairu and Kurui were strong. No random pervert would be able to overpower them. Who does this guy think he is? He hid the shock and distress from his perfect mask and let the man continue.

"He says that he is willing to return them with minor injuries if you give him information on the Dollars."

"What kind of information." Izaya said, managing to keep his voice void of any emotion. It ended up sounding like a statement rather than a question.

"He will contact you later." And with that, the man got up and left the bench.

Izaya thought. How could he be sure that this wasn't some elaborate scheme to get information and his sisters were perfectly fine? He ripped one of his phones out of his pocket and tried calling Mairu first. After there was no answer he called Kurui. Still no answer.

"Damn." he swore under his breath. They always answer.

His mind was foggy and he walked around the park to clear it.

X~X~X

Shizuo was on his way back to his apartment when he smelled something for the second time that night.

'Damn flea. Didn't he get the message earlier?' he thought.

The bleach blonde followed the scent to the park where he soon caught sight of the black fur trimmed coat pacing.

"IZAA-" He stopped when he noticed that something was off. Was that worry on the flea's face? He'd never seen him worried and it was kind of unnerving. The flea always had that stupid grin on his mask of a face. What could have happened to make him break that habit?

He watched as the informant's phone rang and he hastily rummaged through his pockets to answer it.

Shizuo didn't know why but he stayed out of sight to observe. Tch. It was like he cared or something.

X~X~X

"Hello?" Izaya answered, not failing to notice the same blocked number from earlier. He kicked himself on the inside for sounding tense. He couldn't let the person on the other side of the line know he was getting to him. What he did fail to notice, however, was the tuft of bleach blonde hair poking out from a tree within earshot.

"Hello! I just thought you'd want to know what it is you have to do for me to get your precious twins back!" the man said cheerfully.

"How do I know you really have them?" Izaya said through gritted teeth. This creep was having fun!

"Tsk tsk. Now I was hoping you wouldn't ask that and trust me but, since you did..."

Izaya flinched at the sound of the horrible scream coming from what sounded like Mairu on the other end. Anger, resentment, and hatred bubbled up inside him. But there was also a great deal of helplessness. He hated being helpless.

"What do you want to know?" he said, not even trying to keep the menace out of his voice.

"Just who the leader of the Dollars is, where I can find him, and possibly his whole life story. Oh, and while you're at it, why don't you tell me the most painful way to die?" the voice stated teasingly.

"I can tell you the first three things but I'm afraid I don't know the last one." This was the truth. There were definitely a lot of painful ways to die but you'd have to experience all of them for yourself to find out the worst.

"Awww, wrong answer." said the suddenly hard voice.

There was another horrifying scream, worse than the last, cut off by a loud heart-wrenching crack. Then the rough voice said "Oops. Gotta go. Guess I'll call you tomorrow!" before hanging up. The phone fell to the ground.

Izaya couldn't breathe. He tried, believe me he tried, but he couldn't. It was now increasingly difficult to suck in one short breath after another. His heartbeat was racing like horses but at the same time it felt like it had stopped. His sisters. They were hunted. They were restrained. They were scared. Because of him. They were being hurt because of him.

His vision began to cloud as his breaths were coming faster than ever.

'It's my fault.' he managed to think before seeing the ground starting to rise up to meet him. He closed his eyes.

X~X~X

Shizuo watched from behind a nearby tree and could only catch Izaya's part of the conversation. Sort of. At the end he managed to catch what sounded like a heartbreaking scream. He kept watching, unable to move as the raven haired informant broke down. He wanted to ask who that was, what was happening, but he couldn't move from his spot in the darkness. His mind yelled at his feet, "MOVE! MOVE, DAMMIT!" Another part of his mind calmly stated, "Why do you care? It's none of your business. You're probably the last person he wants to see right now."

It was only when he saw him start to fall could he make his feet move.

Don't ask him why, he didn't know. He just felt the need to catch the flea, to give him someone to lean on in that instant. Tch. Stupid, right? They are enemies after all. But when he caught the falling informant just before he hit the ground, he realized he didn't hate him right now. He was actually worried about the flea. Perhaps because he knew something serious must've happened for Izaya to behave like this.

"Shit." he muttered as he saw the flea was hyperventilating.

"S-Shizu..."

"Calm down, Izaya. Breathe slower. You'll pass out." he murmured soothingly. This was weird.

X~X~X

Izaya waited for the ground to smack into him. Instead he felt big, strong arms catch him just in time.

"S-Shizu.." he stuttered between quick breaths. Why was he here? And why did he catch him instead of letting him fall or kicking him when he was down?

"Calm down, Izaya. Breathe slower. You'll pass out."

'What the hell?' Izaya thought. 'Why is he trying to calm me down?'

"He... has.. He... hurt.. them" he said between breaths, still stuggling to breathe.

"Shhhh." The blonde said.

Izaya felt so at home then. Like nothing was the matter. Everything would be okay in these warm arms. Even though this was the monster holding him, he allowed himself to fall into unconsciousness and escape reality for a little while.

X~X~X

"He... has.. He... hurt.. them" the flea spit out.

'Hurt who?' Shizuo thought. 'Is that why he's freaking out?'

"Shhhh." was all he could say in a feeble attempt to get him to shut up and calm the hell down.

"Shit!" he said again, louder as he felt the body grow limp in his arms.

'Great. Now I gotta do something with this fucking flea.'

Just a little fun fact...

Izaya Orihara's birthday is on May 4th while his voice actor Hiroshi Kamiya's birthday is on January 28th. However, Shizuo's birthday is January 28th while his voice actor Ono Daisuke's birthday is May 4th.

This is one of the many reasons why they are my OTP, just sayin.

Okay. I seriously need help. Who would have the balls to kidnap Izaya's sisters? Oh gosh what have I done. Please give me ideas, I'm begging.