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A/N:Time to update! Tomorrow, I'm going to another boring conference and I don't know how good the Internet connection there will be so I'm just gonna put this out there! I'm gonna update some stuff today because I don't know when I'll get the chance tomorrow to update! O.o But I'm glad others like this story (it's based off a Tumblr meme where the muses switch faces for a day) but I adored the body-switching too much! Running up that hill is another fic of DRRR which inspired me for this. I'm glad it's funny.
Chapter Two Co-conspirators
"What the hell am I going to do, Tom?"
The wording is the same, and so is the undertone of annoyance and cursing that he's used to, but the voice it's coming from is different. But in the end, it's not so much Shizuo's voice that's different as his appearance. Never did Tom ever think he would actually live to see the day Shizuo walks around looking and sounding like his worst enemy. This has to be an ironic twist of fate.
"I don't know, Shizuo. One thing's for certain, we can't keep this a secret for forever."
Shizuo snorted. "Tch, that's for sure. I really feel like punching my hand through that stupid mirror so I don't have to see that asshole looking at me....." He said.
"That won't work right now, Shizuo." Tom said, looking at his friend with a look of pity. "Hey, I think I have the right thing that'll calm you down....I brought you a pack of cigarettes...."
Shizuo's face lit up, and then a very Izaya-like smirk appeared. "Hey, I could get the flea addicted to cigarettes. This could work...." He mumbled.
"Shizuo, you're unnerving me a little," Tom said.
"Let's just say I'll be giving the flea cancer and an earlier death notice once I find him," He said, smashing his fists together like he usually did. "Dammit, I hate how weak I feel!"
"Shizuo, this is how the rest of us live our lives without throwing stuff around." Tom said.
"Oh," Shizuo said before crossing his feet in the same way he usually did, and glared at nothing in particular, lighting a cigarette. "I'll bet the flea is looking for some way to pin this on me. But even if I do find him, Tom, I can't go screaming his name because I look like him now!"
"The chaser has become the chased," Tom remarked, "Hm, maybe this is just a sign that maybe you should see how others live their lives, Shizuo. Maybe Izaya's not an evil demon from hell."
"The day that he starts acting nice is the day we stop being rivals and actually become friends or anything more." He said, before crushing his cigarette with his hands and his hands going on the couch in a familiar aggressive gesture.
"Shizuo, you can't do that anymore, remember?"
"Oh....yeah..." Shizuo muttered, looking utterly devastated. "Some hell of a great debt collector I'll be now! I look like the most insane human in the world!"
"Shizuo, calm down. I think we'll figure something out sooner or later."
-----Izaya Orihara's office------------
Never did Izaya think that something so disturbing and unnatural would happen to him. He never even believed that he could switch bodies with the one he hated the most. "Curse you, Shizu-chan. I don't really want to wear your ugly face, but seeing as it's perfect for my plan right now, I don't care." He mumbled.
Namie walked by, utterly unimpressed. She already knew he wasn't Shizuo from the moment he'd started calling her 'Namie-chan.' The real Shizuo wouldn't know that. She had to feel bad for his rival, though. It seemed like Izaya always started all of the conflicts.
"What are you going to do?" She asked.
Izaya turned to her. "I'm gonna make Shizu-chan look like a nutcase and have him locked away! Then I'll be free to do as I please!"
'I pity Shizuo,' She thought. "Right? And what if he comes over here?"
"Aren't you forgetting something, Namie-chan? Right now, I have his strength and my switchblade. There's no way I'd give Shizu-chan an equal chance to fight me."
'He really is ruthless,' She thought. She smirked a little. Time to get back at Izaya for misusing her and her brother for all this time. What better way to do it than by helping out his worst enemy?
"Where are you going?" Izaya asked.
"I'm gonna go call my brother," She lied. In reality, she had another person she was going to call, one she never thought she would talk to again, Mikado Ryuugamine.
Mikado jumped out of his chair as the woman called Namie Yagiri told him he was to visit Shizuo and help him out. Shizuo Heiwajima, of all people? Was she nuts? That guy would beat him up and everything! He was totally scary!
Plus, he didn't really want to be dragged into Orihara-san and Heiwajima-san's personal vendettas. The more he stayed out, the better.
"Do I have to do this?" He whined as he followed Namie's instructions to Shizuo's apartment. A tall man with dreadlocks answered the door.
"Hello, how may I help you?"
"I'm...here to see....S-Shizuo...." Mikado said.
"Shizuo's in here," He said, "But it's not that easy to explain."
Mikado looked around as he walked in nervously, expecting the tall blond bartender to come jumping from around a corner and bash his head in with an axe. But he noticed the tv set was on and someone was watching it. It was the person who was watching TV that made Mikado's jaw fall open.
A dark-haired male he knew very well was slouching there, watching TV and....smoking? Mikado spoke up first, "O-Orihara-san, what are you doing here?"
Much to his surprise, Izaya didn't greet him, nor did he even turn his head. Instead he just ignored him. No insults?
"Orihara-san?" Mikado said.
"You mustn't call him that....what's your name? I'm Tom Tanaka, Shizuo's employer."
"I'm....Mikado Ryugamine. But surely Orihara-san would know that."
"Huh? Who the hell are you?" Izaya said, looking at him in boredom. "I don't care if you're some stupid kid. Get out of here before I throw you out the window."
"Orihara-san, where's your jacket?"
"Stop saying that name, kid."
"But, I don't understand..." Mikado whimpered.
The informant just glared at him. "Look, screw off. I'm not the flea! I'm Shizuo Heiwajima. Who else do I look like to you?"
"But you look like....like....Orihara-san. Is this some sort of game?"
The dark-haired man's grip on the bowl he was holding cracked slightly.
"Shizuo, no throwing things. You've already hurt your hands enough times today." Tom scolded the dark-haired male, who just cursed out loud.
"What the hell do you expect me to do, Tom? I'm not calm! And what the hell was your name? It was too long and I couldn't understand it, dammit!"
"M-Mikado is my name. Sorry if I upset you, Orihara-san...."
"Shut up." Shizuo hissed.
"Mikado-kun, this is Shizuo Heiwajima. Today, somehow Shizuo-kun and Izaya have switched places. So this isn't Izaya you see before you, but rather Shizuo."
It was then that Mikado noticed the lit cigarette in his mouth. "Well....." He said, but trailed off, unable to say anything more.
"Come and sit down, dammit! I don't have all day!" Shizuo snapped.

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A/N:Time to update! Tomorrow, I'm going to another boring conference and I don't know how good the Internet connection there will be so I'm just gonna put this out there! I'm gonna update some stuff today because I don't know when I'll get the chance tomorrow to update! O.o But I'm glad others like this story (it's based off a Tumblr meme where the muses switch faces for a day) but I adored the body-switching too much! Running up that hill is another fic of DRRR which inspired me for this. I'm glad it's funny.
Chapter Two Co-conspirators
"What the hell am I going to do, Tom?"
The wording is the same, and so is the undertone of annoyance and cursing that he's used to, but the voice it's coming from is different. But in the end, it's not so much Shizuo's voice that's different as his appearance. Never did Tom ever think he would actually live to see the day Shizuo walks around looking and sounding like his worst enemy. This has to be an ironic twist of fate.
"I don't know, Shizuo. One thing's for certain, we can't keep this a secret for forever."
Shizuo snorted. "Tch, that's for sure. I really feel like punching my hand through that stupid mirror so I don't have to see that asshole looking at me....." He said.
"That won't work right now, Shizuo." Tom said, looking at his friend with a look of pity. "Hey, I think I have the right thing that'll calm you down....I brought you a pack of cigarettes...."
Shizuo's face lit up, and then a very Izaya-like smirk appeared. "Hey, I could get the flea addicted to cigarettes. This could work...." He mumbled.
"Shizuo, you're unnerving me a little," Tom said.
"Let's just say I'll be giving the flea cancer and an earlier death notice once I find him," He said, smashing his fists together like he usually did. "Dammit, I hate how weak I feel!"
"Shizuo, this is how the rest of us live our lives without throwing stuff around." Tom said.
"Oh," Shizuo said before crossing his feet in the same way he usually did, and glared at nothing in particular, lighting a cigarette. "I'll bet the flea is looking for some way to pin this on me. But even if I do find him, Tom, I can't go screaming his name because I look like him now!"
"The chaser has become the chased," Tom remarked, "Hm, maybe this is just a sign that maybe you should see how others live their lives, Shizuo. Maybe Izaya's not an evil demon from hell."
"The day that he starts acting nice is the day we stop being rivals and actually become friends or anything more." He said, before crushing his cigarette with his hands and his hands going on the couch in a familiar aggressive gesture.
"Shizuo, you can't do that anymore, remember?"
"Oh....yeah..." Shizuo muttered, looking utterly devastated. "Some hell of a great debt collector I'll be now! I look like the most insane human in the world!"
"Shizuo, calm down. I think we'll figure something out sooner or later."
-----Izaya Orihara's office------------
Never did Izaya think that something so disturbing and unnatural would happen to him. He never even believed that he could switch bodies with the one he hated the most. "Curse you, Shizu-chan. I don't really want to wear your ugly face, but seeing as it's perfect for my plan right now, I don't care." He mumbled.
Namie walked by, utterly unimpressed. She already knew he wasn't Shizuo from the moment he'd started calling her 'Namie-chan.' The real Shizuo wouldn't know that. She had to feel bad for his rival, though. It seemed like Izaya always started all of the conflicts.
"What are you going to do?" She asked.
Izaya turned to her. "I'm gonna make Shizu-chan look like a nutcase and have him locked away! Then I'll be free to do as I please!"
'I pity Shizuo,' She thought. "Right? And what if he comes over here?"
"Aren't you forgetting something, Namie-chan? Right now, I have his strength and my switchblade. There's no way I'd give Shizu-chan an equal chance to fight me."
'He really is ruthless,' She thought. She smirked a little. Time to get back at Izaya for misusing her and her brother for all this time. What better way to do it than by helping out his worst enemy?
"Where are you going?" Izaya asked.
"I'm gonna go call my brother," She lied. In reality, she had another person she was going to call, one she never thought she would talk to again, Mikado Ryuugamine.
Mikado jumped out of his chair as the woman called Namie Yagiri told him he was to visit Shizuo and help him out. Shizuo Heiwajima, of all people? Was she nuts? That guy would beat him up and everything! He was totally scary!
Plus, he didn't really want to be dragged into Orihara-san and Heiwajima-san's personal vendettas. The more he stayed out, the better.
"Do I have to do this?" He whined as he followed Namie's instructions to Shizuo's apartment. A tall man with dreadlocks answered the door.
"Hello, how may I help you?"
"I'm...here to see....S-Shizuo...." Mikado said.
"Shizuo's in here," He said, "But it's not that easy to explain."
Mikado looked around as he walked in nervously, expecting the tall blond bartender to come jumping from around a corner and bash his head in with an axe. But he noticed the tv set was on and someone was watching it. It was the person who was watching TV that made Mikado's jaw fall open.
A dark-haired male he knew very well was slouching there, watching TV and....smoking? Mikado spoke up first, "O-Orihara-san, what are you doing here?"
Much to his surprise, Izaya didn't greet him, nor did he even turn his head. Instead he just ignored him. No insults?
"Orihara-san?" Mikado said.
"You mustn't call him that....what's your name? I'm Tom Tanaka, Shizuo's employer."
"I'm....Mikado Ryugamine. But surely Orihara-san would know that."
"Huh? Who the hell are you?" Izaya said, looking at him in boredom. "I don't care if you're some stupid kid. Get out of here before I throw you out the window."
"Orihara-san, where's your jacket?"
"Stop saying that name, kid."
"But, I don't understand..." Mikado whimpered.
The informant just glared at him. "Look, screw off. I'm not the flea! I'm Shizuo Heiwajima. Who else do I look like to you?"
"But you look like....like....Orihara-san. Is this some sort of game?"
The dark-haired man's grip on the bowl he was holding cracked slightly.
"Shizuo, no throwing things. You've already hurt your hands enough times today." Tom scolded the dark-haired male, who just cursed out loud.
"What the hell do you expect me to do, Tom? I'm not calm! And what the hell was your name? It was too long and I couldn't understand it, dammit!"
"M-Mikado is my name. Sorry if I upset you, Orihara-san...."
"Shut up." Shizuo hissed.
"Mikado-kun, this is Shizuo Heiwajima. Today, somehow Shizuo-kun and Izaya have switched places. So this isn't Izaya you see before you, but rather Shizuo."
It was then that Mikado noticed the lit cigarette in his mouth. "Well....." He said, but trailed off, unable to say anything more.
"Come and sit down, dammit! I don't have all day!" Shizuo snapped.