I know I should be working on some other stuff, but I had a severe writer's block all of yesterday. So, uhhh, rehab fic.

-Note- Very AU. As usual, crackish, looks like something that came out of Disney in a sense that Izaya is a magical transforming canary, and Simon is the fricking fairy godmother. Pairing is Shizaya. Spoilers on Izaya's many aliases.

Canary
part1;

A beautiful chirp comes from a young, beautiful canary. His feathers gleam pleasantly, reflecting the dim lights of the ceiling and glowing pure golden, contrasting to the silver cage. Uniquely patterned, the songbird supports gray tufts of feathers around his neck, and his wings are streaked with charcoal lines. A short, high pitched whistle sounded, vibrating into a crescendo from piano to forte as the lungs and vocal cords built up to support the melody. Finally, bursting into a series of staccatos, triplets, and the final fermata, the underground casino turns to full silence.

A heavy looking bald man, presumably in his mid-fifties, sat across two young men over the poker table. They were an odd bunch, one donning himself in the outfit of a bartender's, wearing shocking blue sunglasses that clashed with his blonde hair. The other man, a tanned brunette with dreadlocks, walked over, holding a fine bottle of wine to serve. Puffing gray smoke rings unflatteringly into the air, the repulsive old man smacked his lips and sighed.

"Pass it by Nakura first," He ordered, beckoning the confused brunette towards the canary bird. Producing a low, ruffled noise from the pit of his stomach, the canary fluttered it's wings bemusing his onlookers. If they didn't know any better, they could have sworn the bird knew of his own demise. Luckily, as he pecked at the luscious liquid, there was no sign of poison.

"Tom-san…" The blonde looked irritated, seemingly offended by the fact that they would be accused of even trying to poison their client. He was gritting his teeth and staring at the nonchalant skinhead in an aggravated manner. It looked like poisoning was no where near his style, and the bulging veins along his hands as he clenched and unclenched started to look menacing.

"Shizuo, watch your temper… I'm sorry about him, Nezu-san. But…" The one named Tom chuckled bitterly while pouring another glass. "If you are going to refuse us one more time, I've no choice…"

The canary watched the scene unfold while he remained unusually silent and still all throughout the occurrence. The counting down, his master losing his cool, tables flipping over, slot machines uprooted, Tom walking over to collect the silver case, his master running as fast as his fat body allowed him, swinging of pool sticks, then eventually the pool tables. Soon the tremendous human caused earthquake shook the cage off its stand and crashed to the ground. Not knowing what was going on, Nakura would flutter furiously, his world tilted sideways and eventually his poor wing coming in contact with the cold ground. He squawked sharply, squirming like a fish on land.

When all was done and broken, his master would be nowhere in sight. Desperate not to be forgotten, a forlorn chirp could still be heard from the rubble, like the cry of one who still hangs onto life even though there was no meaning to be kept alive from the beginning.

And a generous hand would easily break into the cage and scoop him up.

"Looks like you're doing a little better."

Shizuo, his glasses crooked and shirt buttoned up with at least one or two places off, dashed to the attic to meet a happily chattering bird. The blonde's pants were zipped up, but the belt hung loosely unbuckled around his hips. It looked like he just got up and dressed himself in a hurry, but it wasn't so. He had been awake. Awake throughout the entire morning probably, ever since 4 AM, rolling and rolling off his bed as buried his head into the pillow and tossed around. This goddamned bird would not stop screeching ever since Shizuo took him home to nurse his wing.

As sudden as the blonde burst through the door though, the canary stopped wailing his song at the top of his lungs and instead cooed softly pecking at the entrance to the cage. He loved his new master, adored him, to the point that he would hurt his own vocal cords to get him up here as fast as possible. Shizuo sighed, exasperated. Then he walked to the cage and opened the entrance, sticking his hand inside and stroking the creature gently. The canary hummed lovingly, nudging his form into the coarse hands.

"Morning Kanra," The bird twittered a reply to the blonde. He had been renamed Kanra, Kan for sweet, and Ra for music. Though Shizuo might have somewhat regretted naming him that after the various wake up calls at extremely inappropriate times.

He gave the bird a short, caring smile before looking somewhat stern. He could not keep Kanra. He had agreed with the apartment owner that he would only keep the bird until the wing was fully healed. Plus, the yellow creature hadn't been exactly a favorite of the tenant's because of the constant disruption the singing was to everyone in the complex. Though his room was switched to the one directly below the attic, Kanra's singing could be heard probably to the very bottom of the building the way he kept at it. It was quite problematic… though Shizuo ended up feeling somber every time he thought about letting the bird go.

Unaware of this dilemma, the songbird stretched his wings, fluttering lightly and chirping to himself as if he were the happiest creature alive to be able to play with his master. The blonde's heart throbbed, stabbed by invisible daggers. This couldn't go on. He needed to let him go before he became even more attached.

Taking the whole cage outside, on the rooftop, Shizuo left the door open, waiting for the canary to flutter out. Kanra remained, confused, looking at the vast city with beady crimson eyes. He whistled nervously, scared of the open sky and the bright sun. He had always been underground, a drunken poison tester who did not strive to live freely, but to just keep on living. Kanra did not understand.

"Come on…" Shizuo's voice was borderline upset and frustrated. He clutched the bird into his hands and held him palm up towards the world. "Come on! Don't make me throw you!"

Hurt, and never hearing the blonde speak in such a harsh tone, Kanra fluttered his wings. Slowly, then gradually, until he was hovering in the air, keeping a distance, but frantically looking back, drifting in circles. Shizuo couldn't bear to look at the confused, rejected expression radiating from the canary. He just tossed the cage aside and stormed back down, away from the rooftop, away from the attic…away…

That night, all the inhabitants of the apartment would be treated to a beautiful song. Orchestrated by the winds, in the blinding stage of moonlight, a lachrymose sound that tugged one last time at the heart of his master, who in turn listened carefully at the very faint fluttering of tiny wings taking off.

Rain pelted down the next day. The gray, murky city looked oddly beautiful, as if wrapped around in a halo of white light, wherein the truth was that droplets were crashing down brutally on the concrete surface and bounding back up. Bleak eyes surveyed the scenery, wings drooping down, too heavy from the concentrated liquid matting everything about him down. If he could have cried, he would have. Sadly, he couldn't understand the emotions welling up within him, the intricate details of the sinking feeling he blamed on the ever gloomy sky and heavy waters. He couldn't know, because he was just a bird, that the pain throbbing deep within his animal heart was probably longing…

Probably love.

Instead, he chirped mournfully, lovingly… into the background of drizzling rain. The pitter patters keeping a deadly rhythm. Behind him, a man, enchanted by the beautiful noise crept upon the unsuspecting creature.

"How pretty," In a foreign tongue, the large man would speak. "Yet, your words will never reach the one you love."

Kanra fluttered, but he sensed no real danger in the bear like Russian. Watching dully he had no more reason to be cautious anymore. Poison never coursed through him, and even if his luck ended here, what was the difference? The canary chirped in a disgruntled manner. "What do you want?"

"I am merely someone who was entranced by your voice. In return for your symphony, I have come to repay you."

This time, Kanra was surprised. "You can understand me?"

"Yes, something like that," The man smiled warmly. "My magic is weak, however, due to the fact that I am unable to return to my homeland. I still sense a strong will of want from you. I could grant your wish…"

"Please! Turn me human!"

"Listen to me to the end. I can do that, however, there will need to be compensation," He looked stern for a second.

The warning never reached Kanra. He did not care. What more could he lose? He looked pleadingly into the Russian's eyes. "I don't care what it is. I…I just want to watch over someone. Even though he abandoned me, I don't care."

"The thing you want the most though, I would have to take. If I turn you into a human, there is but one rule. You may love them, but you shall not be loved back in return. You will never be able to ease your loneliness. Even then?"

"I don't care. I am not loved to begin with," Kanra tipped his golden head downward, and raindrops slipped down his eyes, as if he were crying…

"As you wish…"

"Orihara Izaya's doing…"

"Some crazyass information broker in Shinjuku…"

"What's he doing in 'Bukuro?"

Shizuo twitched in his seat. He drummed his fingers across the surface of the coffee table, across a tired looking Tom. Ever since the appearance of the new evil face, they had been pushed to the edge. In fact, the blonde had encountered this said crazy male before the day of his grand debut. Pushing two sides of the gang and selling information to pit them against each other, the bloody war ended in a confused mess. A name popped out, the same exact name on both sides…Orihara Izaya. What was he?

All the blonde could think of was though, the way their eyes met on the night of the gang fight. Those crimson eyes had flickered forlornly before contorting itself into a piercing stare of sheer amusement. Something didn't feel right, and from then Shizuo had been irritated. He disliked the way that guy manipulated a group of people. He disliked the way he was pulling strings safely from somewhere in Shinjuku, never dirtying his hands directly. The poisonous chill that was shot through his spines when their gazes connected.

It irritated him that something was without a doubt familiar about him.

To be continued.

Probably going to finish this off next chapter.