(Here's my translation for the infamous succubus-taking-form-of-Izaya part of Duramp! I will try to do the other parts later, but it is LONG. t/n under the readmore.)
Duramp! (Shizuo's Encounter)
Ikebukuro, in front of Seibu Department Store
All things considered, this city called Tokyo is very crowded with people. It's far different from that rural island.¹ I'd say in lieu of that, the presence of non-human beings here is faint amongst them.
Oh, there he is.
Hmm, he's wearing sunglasses, but he looks like a well-behaved man.² There's also the fact that he’s related to that boy, so I shouldn’t have to worry.
Alright then, let’s copy his desires onto my own body, just as I did with the boy named Mikado a while ago.
Now, what form does this man desire…
...a man?
What the hell? He’s gay?
Ah, but that’s fine, love can take any form.
Besides, I was starting to get hungry, and I suppose once in a while it could be nice to indulge in an unusual situation between two men.
And from what I've heard, it's said that same-sex couples have deeper and more sordid desires swirling around in them.
Well, with that in mind––
"Hey."
I changed myself into the form the man with sunglasses desired, stood in front of him, and shot him a smile.
I made sure that no one other than the man with sunglasses would be able to see me. Unlike the unfortunate case with that Mikado boy, this time there won’t be any interferences, and I'll be able to lure him somewhere and––
"Iiizaaayaaaa..."
Hehe, such a slack-jawed smile. He has no idea I’m an imposter.
Well, now that he’s let his guard down³, I’ll have to read this man's mind for his information on the form I'm disguised as.
It would be quicker if I could read everything before I transformed, but unfortunately I don't have that kind of power right now.
However, if the other person drops their guard like this―
"I wanted to see you. Really wanted to see you, Iiizayaaa..."
Hmm? That’s odd. This man has not yet opened his mind to meeyaGLrukGAaЭΞ‡――
"No, seriously, I’ve been pissed off something fierce! IZAYAAAA! I was hoping I could beat you to a pulp!"
―Uh-oh.
―This, it isn’t about love or anything of the sort!
―He only desired this man's looks as an opponent he wanted to throttle!
By the time I realized my mistake, it was already too late. The man with sunglasses grabbed me by the collar before I could dispel the illusion and lifted me, and without pause, I was raised overhead and thrown high into the air. For a moment, the ground became a distant thing.
How― my wings― I had to let my wings out. Before I crashed to the ground, I had to reveal my true form, spread my wings and soar into the air――
This man who has yet to see past the designation⁴ will see my true form, but now wasn't the time to be saying thaaaahAHAAaHhAWaWAaAAhaAHAHHHHHHH
"You really are a guy with perfect timing for everything! It pisses me the hell off!"
A shock. A shock went through my body. The man with sunglasses jumped up after me and drove me into the asphalt with such immense force it was like slam dunking me into a basketball hoop.⁵ He made a clean landing on his feet and lifted his leg high up towards me.
You fool, I am still a succubus, no human’s kick can―
"Die."
"GUHAH!?"
"Die."
Wait... hold...
"Die."
What's with this guy’s attack power!?
"Die."
This is way worse than the vampires in the Castle!⁶
"Die."
He's lost interest in kicking me, and now he's moved to straddle on top of me and wallop me in the face!
"Die."
I-I-I– I have to shed this form q-q-q-q-quickly
"Die."
Nonono– no good, the shock and pain are making it too hard to concentrate...
"Die." Die, die, die!
"Die." Die!
"Die."
S-s-s-save me, s-s-s-somebody―
♂♀
An enormous man called out from behind Shizuo Heiwajima, who still hadn't budged from his mounted position.⁷
"Hello, Shizoo-oh. What are you doing?"
"Diediediedie...yeah? What do you want, Simon? Look, Izaya’s not fighting back at all today, so I’m taking my chance to go ahead and kill him about a hundred times..."
"If Izaya, who's eating sushi now at our restaurant?"
"Eh?"
At Simon's words, a black man dressed as a chef, Shizuo turned puzzled eyes towards him, then dropped his gaze back down below.
"...huh?"
"Wrung dry⁸, yes?"
"...So then who's this guy?"
"Who knows?"
Simon slowly shook his head upon seeing the succubus, no longer able to hide herself from the others.
Until a few moments ago, she had the face of Izaya Orihara himself, but now her face was swollen and without any semblance of his facial features.
"Um, hey..."
With an awkward look on his face, Shizuo slowly unseated himself from his mounted position and reached his hand out to the succubus, but–
"Hhi... HYAAAAaAaaAHH!"
The succubus stood up with a strange scream and ran off into the crowd with inhuman speed.
"......?"
"Ooh, that quick moving, very much could be Izaya."
Left behind in the dust, Shizuo and Simon looked at each other and muttered between themselves.
"...was that a doppelganger? Huh, you don't think we've got the wrong guy, do you?"
"Sus-pi-scous... Shizuo hitting empty ground when I call out to him, but that person then suddenly appearing...?"
Translation notes:
[¹] Reference to Growerth from Vamp! and is the primary setting of the series.
[²] Sunglasses are considered a trademark accessory for delinquents.
[³] The expression used is 心を許す meaning "to allow your heart(/spirit/mind) to be open" and is used to signify trust or relaxing one's guard.
[⁴] Earlier in Duramp! it's explained that succubi "designate" their target to become visible to them as the person they desire.
[⁵]
[⁶] Reference to Waldstein Castle from Vamp!
[⁷] The mounted position is a grappling move in jiu jitsu that involves sitting on top of your opponent to pin them to the ground.
[⁸] ボロ雑巾 lit. beat-up cleaning rag. It's a metaphor used to describe using someone until they're ragged and then throwing them away.
kuramerukagari / drrr crossover | drabble | G
just a little scene that came to me and i wanted to share.
Shizuo's body freezes when Izaya turns at the sound of his voice.
Izaya—right?
Izaya, right!?
Only there’s something off. He doesn’t smell the same, something about the way his eyes widen behind the glasses resting on his nose. Sure, sure Izaya’s gone around in disguise before—but not like this.
Recognition and confusion mirrors and twists through the other’s features just as it does through Shizuo’s, the grip on the street lamp in his hand wavers, he almost takes a step back. He should have. Because as soon as he turns to fully face Shizuo he’s striding towards him, brows pulled tight together—Izaya was never this good at acting, right?
Izaya…..right?
The weight of the lamp post drops to the ground with a crash when Iseya’s hands find purchase on Shizuo’s cheeks. Shock painting his features to match the librarian pulling him down by the gentle hold to get a closer look. It's as if all the strength in his body instantly dissipated under the delicate hands framing his face.
Had Izaya's hands always been this soft?
The dust settles and he looks again at the man he assumed to be his enemy. At the way his eyes are blown on surprise and the soft curve of his mouth parted on the beginnings of a question.
"Your hair." And there's a hand carding through Shizuo's hair. "What did you do to it?"
The question is ridiculous. Bizarre and pulls Shizuo's face from shock to frustrated confusion. Sure, he always says he thinks Shizuo is a moron, but surely he doesn’t believe he’d fall for a trick like this? Before Shizuo can even begin to answer, the warmth leaves his cheeks as Iseya steps back, a pensive frown settling over the surface of his mouth. The pad of his index finger taps against his bottom lip thoughtfully and Shizuo’s eyes are drawn to the motion as he pulls himself back to standing to his full height.
It's only now that he really takes Iseya in. His clothes, accessories. The mannerisms and even down to his hair, his features. They're all so close, so similar. He could be Izaya's Mirror image. But there's subtle differences....
The frown is not a mask, but a genuine look of concern, one he's only able to recognize because he's seen Izaya wear that same look exactly once.
kuramerukagari / drrr crossover | drabble | G
just a little scene that came to me and i wanted to share.
Shizuo's body freezes when Izaya turns at the sound of his voice.
Izaya—right?
Izaya, right!?
Only there’s something off. He doesn’t smell the same, something about the way his eyes widen behind the glasses resting on his nose. Sure, sure Izaya’s gone around in disguise before—but not like this.
Recognition and confusion mirrors and twists through the other’s features just as it does through Shizuo’s, the grip on the street lamp in his hand wavers, he almost takes a step back. He should have. Because as soon as he turns to fully face Shizuo he’s striding towards him, brows pulled tight together—Izaya was never this good at acting, right?
Izaya…..right?
The weight of the lamp post drops to the ground with a crash when Iseya’s hands find purchase on Shizuo’s cheeks. Shock painting his features to match the librarian pulling him down by the gentle hold to get a closer look. It's as if all the strength in his body instantly dissipated under the delicate hands framing his face.
Had Izaya's hands always been this soft?
The dust settles and he looks again at the man he assumed to be his enemy. At the way his eyes are blown on surprise and the soft curve of his mouth parted on the beginnings of a question.
"Your hair." And there's a hand carding through Shizuo's hair. "What did you do to it?"
The question is ridiculous. Bizarre and pulls Shizuo's face from shock to frustrated confusion. Sure, he always says he thinks Shizuo is a moron, but surely he doesn’t believe he’d fall for a trick like this? Before Shizuo can even begin to answer, the warmth leaves his cheeks as Iseya steps back, a pensive frown settling over the surface of his mouth. The pad of his index finger taps against his bottom lip thoughtfully and Shizuo’s eyes are drawn to the motion as he pulls himself back to standing to his full height.
It's only now that he really takes Iseya in. His clothes, accessories. The mannerisms and even down to his hair, his features. They're all so close, so similar. He could be Izaya's Mirror image. But there's subtle differences....
The frown is not a mask, but a genuine look of concern, one he's only able to recognize because he's seen Izaya wear that same look exactly once.