Title- A Dangerous Collateral

Pairing- Shinra x Izaya (Dark Shizaya)

Rated- M

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

Warnings- Boy x boy (yaoi); Smut; Rape; Character Death; Colorful Language; Depression, yadda yadda...

A/N- And here comes chapter 4 :D Sorry for the wait again, I just wanted to add more to this chapter, but I couldn't think of anything 'cause it's all coming in chapter 5... A big shout out to Selyann for betaing this story! She makes it awesome :D And... Thank you for all the faves/follows/reviews! They motivate and inspire me! I don't really have much to say this time around so, without further ado...

Enjoy~

Chapter 4

Two Weeks Ago, Night-time Ikebukuro

"But I have strong reasons to believe that Yuuta-kun and Kei-kun would be together instead of with Inaba. After all, the assistants are always together!"

Erika Karisawa, a woman dressed in black and carrying a tote bag full of, presumably, mangas and doujinshis, skipped down the street. Her partner, a man with slit-like eyes that always looked closed, frowned at her assumption.

"Well, I'm not really into Cuticle Detective Inaba, but if I was to decide, I'd say the dog looks better with the crossdresser."

"But it can't be! His hair fetish gets in the way, and besides, he has his brother complex! His little brother is totally after him. And he can also be with the cop. They are, like, the perfect partners!"

Walker Yumasaki shook his head sadly at her assumed misconception before spotting a van coming towards them.

"Oh, look, it's them," he said, pointing to their friends.

She turned to see them coming and began waving as they pulled up at their side. Sliding open the back door, they jumped in and the van sped off.

Kadota looked up at them through the rear-view mirror and the otaku duo noticed the lack of the usual beanie on his head.

"Were you at work, Dotachin?" Erika asked, her eyes shining at the thought of being treated out. Every time Kadota had a job and got paid, he'd treat the van gang out for food.

"I told you to stop calling me that! And yeah. They needed me to fix the ceiling. Pretty decent pay."

He turned to look back through the side window when he saw a blur of black run by and followed the figure almost immediately with his eyes. He could've sworn that was...

Saburou suddenly stopped the car and the duo in the back fell forward with the momentum. The blur that had just run by had stepped in front of the van as they were turning. Kadota rushed out right away, not bothering to close the door as he went to the figure lying on the street a few feet away.

He hesitated for a moment when he saw who the person was, recognising his old friend from high school. Then, realising the person wasn't getting up, he ran towards him.

Reaching out gently, he shook his shoulder, the fur trim hood of the jacket tickling his fingers.

"Izaya?" he asked, speaking the name softly. He didn't know what he'd do if he'd actually managed to hurt the informant.

But... this was odd. Izaya usually managed to get up straight away if he was hit with an object, probably from years of experience. Right now, it looked like he couldn't move at all.

There was a small grunt and the raven-haired male turned his face. Kadota gulped when he saw the large bags under the closed eyes, the pale skin - paler than normal - darkened by the asphalt and dirt.

Coming back to his senses when he heard his friends' footfalls approaching them, he gently touched the informant's cheek.

The reaction was instantaneous.

Izaya's eyes snapped open, the red in them dull but quick to dart around in suspicion. He jumped off the ground, in a less agile manner than he usually would, and took a few steps back from the offending pat. His shoulders were shaking slightly as he took in quick breaths, his frail body almost engulfed by his clothes.

Once he recognised who it was and where he was, he seemed to calm down a little, just enough for the shaking to stop. Kadota stood from his previously crouched position as well, eyebrows raised in surprise. He could tell by the intakes of breath behind him that his friends were also stunned.

Izaya bit his lip, looking like he wished to speak but couldn't. After a moment of hesitation - in which no one dared to move - he finally turned away from them. Walking his first few steps, his pace began to quicken, and soon, he was running off again. He disappeared from view as he turned a building, his coat fluttering behind him.

Kadota turned slowly and saw that the three behind him had intrigued expressions on their faces. He couldn't blame them, since his face probably looked no different. Seeing Izaya in that state was something none of them had witnessed, and it would take a while for it to finally sink in.

When they were seated back in their van, Erika was, as usual, the first to speak.

"Dotachin, that was Iza-Iza, right?" Her voice was small and questioning, but in the silence, they all heard it loud and clear.

"... Yeah, I think it was." He didn't reprimand her for the nickname she had equipped him with, the one Izaya had come up with in the first place. He was still too stunned to care. After knowing the sly, young man for over eight years, he would've never thought Izaya could look so utterly... afraid.

There was silence once more before Saburou started the van and they began driving again. After a couple of moments, the otaku duo were back to discussing their anime and Saburou was complaining about being hungry.

And a few minutes later, Kadota had already forgotten about the information broker as they parked in front of the restaurant of the day. He smiled and talked as if nothing had happened, and they went in to eat.

Because no one knew what Izaya was going through.

No one ever knew with him and his secrets.

And no one would know that he had rushed back into the safety of his home, only to once again be met with the cause of his terror.

No one would know.

No one would care.

The pain would be kept hidden and the actions a secret.

Izaya had no one.

And life went on.

Present Time, Mikado's Apartment, Ikebukuro

Celty sighed. It had been a long day, and the day had quickly flown by as she was chased for the most part. The sun had set a while ago, but it was still early spring and the days weren't long. When she had turned on her PDA to text Shinra why she was late, the screen opened on her conversation with Mikado that afternoon.

Oh yeah, I wonder what he needed last week.

Realising she was near his house, she decided to drop by for a quick visit and checkup. She was already late, so a few minutes couldn't exactly kill her boyfriend, right?

That's why she found herself at his door, knocking softly in case he was asleep. He was human and still a growing, young man going to school. He was bound to be tired from time to time.

And there's still that horrible feeling again, now that I have time to think about it. It's not as shocking as it was this morning, but I guess it's because I'm further from home than I was this morning. But Shinra would've called if something had happened at home, right? So I guess there's no need to worry for nothing.

The door opened, a bright-eyed Mikado standing at the other side, still in his outdoor clothes. He looked surprised to see her, and she thought she saw a brief flicker of annoyance in his expression. But it left as soon as it came, and he was smiling politely and nodding his head in greeting.

"Ah, Celty-san, I didn't expect you here." He opened the door wider, leading her into the small bedroom-cum-living room. She sat down at the table politely, accepting his offer to take off her helmet so she could be comfortable.

He was smart enough not to offer her a drink, a question many tended to ask without consideration. She noticed his computer was on, but chose to courteously refrain from checking what it was he was browsing. Mikado noticed her line of sight with ease, walking over to the computer.

"I was just chatting with someone. But you came at a perfect time, I'm done now." He smiled to ease the awkwardness that she had begun to feel for disturbing the boy at his house uninvited.

She inclined her neck and he took a seat across from her after he put the computer to sleep.

{May I ask about your inquiry on Shizuo? I was worried since he is not the type of man many want to know about. I mean, it's a good thing if he makes friends, but it's odd. I hope you're not getting into something dangerous again.}

He tilted his head in contemplation, wondering if getting involved in Izaya's absence was considered 'dangerous', but figured it was fine. After all, he looked up to the man and respected him. There was nothing wrong with looking for the one who had helped him out when he had first come to Ikebukuro.

"No, it's nothing dangerous."

Then a thought popped into his head, almost making him visibly flinch.

"I-is Shizuo-san acting differently these days? I mean, um, did he do something bad?"

What he meant was whether he had actually killed off the informant or not, but he'd never say that to the blonde's best friend. But she actually seemed to consider it for a moment, and he gulped in nervousness. Was Izaya, his main influence, dead?

After a moment of fiddling with her PDA, she started typing, showing him the bright screen when she was done.

{Well, he has been acting differently. He always seems to look guilty whenever he's around, but I really don't know if he did something wrong. Do you? If it's something bad, please don't be afraid to tell me. I'm always here to help.}

He smiled lightly, but it looked strained. He already knew about that from the information Aoba and he had been able to get together. He still wanted to hear her opinion on the matter.

"I don't really know what happened, but when was the last time you've talked to Izaya-san? I mean, he has kind of disappeared lately and I've been worried that Shizuo-san is involved in it."

She didn't seemed too surprised at his observation, though it would have been normal for her to defend her friend as best as she could. After a while, she typed again.

{Shinra and I have been wondering about that too. Izaya hasn't disappeared and he's not dead, or rather wasn't the last time I checked. He and Shinra had a conversation a couple of days ago, but it was surprising since Izaya was the one to end the call on short notice. He normally takes forever talking. And Shizuo always avoids the topic of Izaya whenever it's brought up instead of getting angry.}

Mikado absorbed her words like a sponge, biting his lip when he was done reading. He'd called Izaya a couple of times already, but the informant had never answered his calls. Well, it made sense since Shinra was Izaya's long-term best friend, but answering one call out of a dozen shouldn't have been too hard, right?

Before he could reply, she was typing again.

{Oh, yeah, and I've been getting really weird feelings all day. I think it has something to do with Shizuo, but I can't be sure. And it's coming from around my home. Would you like to come with me?}

Mikado nodded right away, happy to be able to get somewhere with this. After all, if Shinra was the one to have called Izaya, then he might know what Izaya had been going through since it was something Mikado wasn't sure of. If the underground doctor could affirm his suspicions, then it was his job to help out the informant, or at least use the knowledge to his benefit.

Because although Izaya was a master of deception and keeping the truth hidden, Mikado had reason to believe that Shizuo hadn't just been visiting the informant for a friendly chat almost every night.

Nor was the blonde going there to pick a fight.

Mikado had all his suspicions pointed to the idea that maybe, just maybe...

The rendezvous of the two strongest men in Tokyo were a little more sexual than a normal meeting.

And he also had the general idea that it was against Izaya's wishes.

Three Weeks Ago, Southern Ikebukuro

It was a serene environment, peaceful in its scenery and hushed stillness. The building was large and magnificent, filled with hefty chandeliers and expensive paintings. The walls were adorned with classy colors, the paint not to bad taste.

It was a home of complete luxury.

It was the home of traitorous spies.

The broad walls were now covered in its inhabitants' blood, splattered in a grotesque, artistic red. The colour was still fresh, the smell even fresher. Their bodies were scattered across the threshold, some with limbs on the other side of the building.

The ones responsible were still in the building, sitting atop chairs that used to be occupied by the corpses littering the ground or lounging around. One man in particular stood out from the rest with his starch-white suit, not a drop of crimson staining the outfit. He was bent forward, both hands clasped together under his chin as he took in his surroundings with weary eyes.

The guards around him shifted nervously, swaying from one foot to the next as they awaited their boss's instructions. He'd come twenty minutes ago.

Finally, the man straightened in his seat, motioning with one hand to the man on his left. The rotund man stepped forward immediately, almost eagerly, as he presented the phone upon request. When his dutiful task was done, he stepped back, content with doing something for the still man, and his shoulders relaxed visibly.

After a quick press on speed dial, the man put the phone on speaker and placed it on the table in front of him.

It took one ring for it to be answered.

"Shiki-san," the voice said exuberantly, but the man addressed couldn't help but feel it lacked its usual confident luster.

The man named Shiki stared at the phone for a moment, wondering what was going on in the informant's mind, before answering.

"Orihara-san, I was expecting you to call. Is the absence intentional?"

There was a hesitant pause on the other end, one most wouldn't have noticed because of how short the moment was. But Shiki wasn't like most people. He possessed the uncanny ability to read people easily, an integrated practice from an early age.

"And why would you ever believe that? Oh my~ Someone seems to be missing the sound of my voice."

Shiki didn't fall for the bait and answered after an inaudible sigh. "You usually call to boast about your capacity to gather top information after our confirmation. Has something been keeping you busy?"

There was a delighted laugh on the other end, one Shiki suspected was forced.

"Oh, you know me so well! I already knew my information was right, so there was no need. If that is all, then I'm afraid I'll have to cut this call short. See you~"

The dial tone rang in the empty stillness currently reigning in the room. All of Shiki's subordinates found themselves holding their breaths as an ominous aura surrounded their boss, who was still staring at the phone as if it would provide answers to unspoken questions.

After what seemed an eternity, the man reached out to grab the phone, throwing it to the other side of the room in a sudden outburst of rage. He managed to keep his face expressionless, but not much could be said for the aura he exuded.

The phone hit the wall, cracking upon impact and turning silent. Shiki stood up, facing his underlings as he took a deep breath to calm himself. The seconds ticked by in a mechanical clock somewhere in the background, but it was ignored in favour of gazing warily at the man clad in white. Soon enough, he spoke, his voice surprisingly melancholic. It seemed he had made a decision.

"We're paying Orihara-san a visit. Now."

A/N- Oooh now shits going down! Well, I guess really haha... I'm not telling :D Ah, but this is still fun to write, so you guys still enjoying this too? Sorry for the late chap again, but I had work to do that didn't involve my fantasies :P Oh, and I participated in the first annual high school Chartered Accountant Case Clash in my city and DAMN I LOST :( yeah, that took up a lot of time, but it was fun! Yeah, you dont care about that haha, so let's go on with replies...

SparklySnickers- Oooh my goooddd! Ur excitement totally rubbed off on me! Yay! I'm glad you find it intriguing and OMG u make me happy! :D Please continue to review cause I'm just leeching off of them! UchihaXSarah- Woah, a list. I'm so happy you'd read and review my story when you're supposed to be sleeping :D Ok, so im gonna answer in the same order you wrote them... 1- Yay~ 2- Ah, but that is Shinra for you. He doesn't really care about humans the same way Izu does 3- Awwww, be-beautiful?! Thank you! I love Izu's perspective as well! 4- I really like Kasuka, but yes he will bring an angst bomb! I think... 5- Oh man, I should probably hide then :D Well, or I could update on time? Yeah, that sounds better :) Guest- Omo, that's a surprise~ TheOnlyExceptionIsYou- Aw Thank you! Yeah, Shizuo is still the same canon guy in the anime who hates Izaya's guts cause Izaya is an ass a lot of the time. I'm not trying to toy with you! The characters just create themselves! :D Thank you! I'll try to do my best so you'll like it! Shizaya23- Thank You! MaTsUsHi- Okie, a new reader! Thank you for the reviews! Hope you like them! EsteeminglyCooperative- Awww Thanks! I really want Izaya's feelings to be portrayed well enough for the readers to sympathize! That would be awesome!

OH GOSH you guys rock! Thanks you for all the lovely reviews and most of them were so long this time. I love long reviews like precious jewels... It means the reader took time with this and that makes me feel so cool :D Keep them up guys!

Hope you guys liked this chappie cause it was pretty short, but I think something did happen, though they are all old stories. It will contribute somehow to the main plot. A lot of these will be happening, so stay tuned for them! All characters are important!

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