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Blind Fury	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It worried Izaya that sometimes he found himself missing the thrill of a chase, and the fact that there was any part of him missing anything related to the beast made him feel extremely disturbed. After some heavy thinking, he reasoned that it was because he couldn't stand how his body didn't allow him to do much besides slowly move around his apartment. For someone as active as he used to be, it was pure torture. To make things worse, he couldn't come up with the perfect way to take revenge on Shizuo.

Oh, he thought of a few ways to make him suffer, but none of them seemed good enough. Not poetic enough. He was in no rush though. It was best to leave Shizuo alone for a while, to make him believe that maybe, just maybe, he would be safe from his wrath. Then, when Shizuo would least expect it, to destroy him in the blink of an eye. After all, revenge is a meal best served cold, he kept telling himself. Unfortunately, it didn't make him feel any better.

"Stop it!" Namie snapped, startling Izaya badly enough to almost make him jump out of his seat.

"What?" he snapped back at her.

"You're sighing non-stop, it's distracting," she said, this time in a flat tone.

"I've been stuck in this apartment for the past three weeks, so excuse me for being bored out of my mind!"

Namie stared blankly at him for a while before she spoke in a cold voice. "My heart bleeds for you."

Izaya stared back at her. "An iceberg is warmer than you."

"Whatever, I'm done anyway," she muttered as she got up. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Do I have to?" he whined.

"Unfortunately for me, yes." She picked up her purse from the desk and started walking towards the door. She hesitated however when she pressed the handle. Instead of leaving, she turned around with a frown on her face. "Do you want me to bring you some fatty tuna tomorrow?" she asked, her voice uncertain.

Izaya blinked, a puzzled expression on his face. "Why do you ask?"

"You're kidding, right?"

"Eh?"

Namie let out an exasperated sigh. "I've seen mummies looking better than you."

Izaya's cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "Namie-san is being really really mean today," he muttered, pouting.

"Just answer with either yes or no!"

"No, but it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside to know that you care!"

"As if! I just don't want to be bothered having to look for another job if you end up croaking."

"You speak such sweet words!"

Izaya chuckled when Namie opened the door and left the apartment without saying another word, but that didn't last long because he was once again alone, which meant that he could stop pretending. He pushed the laptop away and placed his head on the desk, feeling completely exhausted. As he sat there, it crossed his mind that it used to be much easier for him to pretend before the whole Shizuo thing. Just having to act like nothing was wrong in front of Namie was exhausting enough and he didn't want to imagine how much harder it would be to do it out there too.

His people knew him to be strong and confident, someone who could take on Ikubukuro's beast with a smile and laugh in the face of danger; or at least that's what he hoped they were still thinking. The rumors about him being dead were spreading like wildfire, and even though Izaya hated letting the rumors get out of hand, it was better than going out there on the streets in such a weakened state. As much as he loved his humans, he knew they were merciless and cruel creatures. The weaker you are, the more they want to destroy you.

Orihara Izaya could not afford the luxury of appearing weak.

He figured that it wasn't the actual chases around Ikebukuro that he was missing. No, what he was truly missing were the days when walking was easy, when he could eat food and enjoy it, but most of all he was missing a good night's sleep. When he was awake, he could somehow handle the memories, but during sleep he kept drowning in endless nightmares. It was frustrating how a part of him, a part he refused to even acknowledge, was still so terrified of the beast.

He was so tired that he barely had the energy to get up. He groaned and raised his head off the desk, his mind set on heading to bed even though it was still early. A month had passed since it happened and he was still having nightmares about it. It got to the point where he could only take a break from it all after passing out from exhaustion. Unfortunately, right at that moment he wasn't tired enough, but the bed was much more comfortable than the office chair. He slowly got to his feet and started dragging his tired body towards the stairs, only to stop in his tracks when he heard someone at the door.

It was unsettling, and the ominous sound of the doorbell made him feel uneasy. He didn't even care who it was, he wanted that person to leave, but they kept ringing and knocking until Izaya had no choice but to approach the door to see who it was.

"Open up, Orihara-san!" Izaya heard through the door when he was one step away from it. He cringed when he recognized the voice since opening the door was the last thing he wanted to do, so he stood frozen on the spot for a few seconds, debating whether or not it was worth the risk of not letting the man in. He cringed harder when the man knocked again, and Izaya had to force himself to grab the handle and unlock the door.

"I knew the rumors were not true," Shiki stated calmly as though he was expecting to see the man alive and well.

Unable to hide his surprise at seeing not only Shiki, but Akabayashi and Aozaki too, Izaya's eyes widened in both fear and apprehension and he could only hope that his racing heart would stop hammering so loudly inside his chest. Until then, he had no choice but to try to put on a mask of indifference. "Of course, Shiki-san," he said and moved out of the way to let the three men inside.

"I've actually seen people betting on whether you'd turn up dead or alive," Shiki informed him while Aozaki snorted at the remark. "Don't mind him; he's upset that he lost the bet."

Izaya chuckled and moved further into the apartment. "Please sit down," he said while motioning for the three Awakusu-Kai executives to sit on the couch. "What is the majority betting on?"

"That you got killed by Heiwajima Shizuo," Akabayashi answered while looking around the apartment.

"I almost feel offended," Izaya gasped playfully. "Do people have such a low opinion of me?"

"Yeah," Aozaki frowned. "Is that a problem?"

"Not at all," Izaya answered with a smile on his face even though on the inside he wanted nothing more than to crack open the man's skull. "Anyway, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" He heard Akabayashi snicker at his words, but the man seemed more interested in checking out the apartment than to hear him speak. Izaya didn't know why, but Akabayashi's cane always unsettled him, especially when he tended to drag it across the floor. For some reason, he couldn't tear his eyes away from it.

"I'll go straight to the subject," Shiki said, sounding serious. "We know for a fact there are a few spies within the Awakusu-kai, and we need you to find them."

Izaya's eyes settled on Shiki's face before he let out a dramatic sigh. "Although I may not be dead, I am still injured, and as such, I will refrain from taking on any jobs at the moment." Akabayashi chuckled again, so Izaya turned towards the man with a somewhat annoyed expression on his face just in time to see the Awakusu-Kai executive getting dangerously close to his laptop. "Akabayashi-san!" Izaya called out in a sickly sweet voice, "could you please not touch my laptop? Thanks."

Akabayashi shrugged. "I was just looking, s'all."

"Look someplace else?" Izaya suggested, his voice hiding his annoyance quite well. He heard the man mutter something under his breath, but to his relief, Akabayashi moved away from the desk. With that out of the way, Izaya's attention went back to Shiki.

The corners of Shiki's mouth moved upwards into a disturbing smirk and Izaya almost recoiled at the look he was getting. "Orihara-san, I wasn't asking, I was ordering you."

"As if you could ever order me around," Izaya scoffed without thinking, already regretting it when he felt Aozaki's intimidating presence looming dangerously close behind him. Izaya might've been able to escape these three before, but there was no way he could do it when he barely had the energy to stand up. He felt a hand on his shoulder and he almost jumped out of his skin at the contact, disgust racing through his body. After what happened with Shizuo, he could barely stand Shinra touching him, and now Aozaki's rough and cold hand was on his shoulder―the man’s pinky touching the curve of his neck―and it made Izaya's skin crawl so badly that he ended up shuddering despite himself. He slowly raised his eyes to look at the man's face and he knew then without a shadow of a doubt that Aozaki could see the weakness within him.

"Are you cold, Izaya-kun?" asked the Blue Demon of the Awakusu-Kai with a mocking smile on his face.

"I'm fine," Izaya hissed through gritted teeth as he tried to pry away his shoulder, only to fail in doing so when Aozaki tightened his grip so much that it hurt. "Let go!" he demanded, and the man had no choice but to release him when Shiki's voice cut through the tension.

"Aozaki, we're not here to fight."

"Tch!" was the only thing the man said before he pulled back his hand and moved somewhere to Izaya's right.

"It's a special request from Dougen-sama," continued Shiki, "I suggest you accept it."

Unfortunately, Izaya couldn't accept it. He was too busy trying to come up with the perfect punishment for Shizuo and he didn't have time to waste on some pathetic hoodlums. Besides, finding spies was never easy; it could take weeks, even months. "Not interested," he told them. What was the worst thing they could do, beat him to a bloody pulp? Nothing could be worse than what Shizuo had done to him, so a beating from the three executives would most likely feel like a walk in the park.

"Orihara-san," he heard Shiki growl and he nearly started laughing at seeing the great Awakusu-Kai executive losing his cool demeanor, "don't make me ask again."

"Like I said, I'm not interested," Izaya shrugged and waved a dismissive hand. "I couldn't care less what that old man wants from me. I have no obligation to help him."

"You tried using his niece for your little schemes, and now you have the obligation to redeem yourself somehow."

"It was only a harmless game."

"She could've gotten hurt." Shiki then got up. "This is the last time I'm asking you. Find the spies within the Awakusu-Kai!"

"No," Izaya snorted in a smug tone. "I couldn't care less about the old man's request. Besides, shouldn't he stop playing around and retire already? People his age should stay at home and spend time with their granddaughters instead of running an underground operation."

"How dare you?" Shiki hissed.

Izaya chuckled at their audacity. As if they could ever order him around like he was some sort of underling. No, it simply didn't work that way. "Get out of my house," he requested, smirking, "and tell Awakusu Dougen that I'm not one of his lap dogs to jump every time he issues a command. Although I might consider taking on the job in a few months, if I'll have enough free time and if he pays me well enough to make up for the horrible attitude you lot displayed today." He didn't even see Aozaki move, focused as he was on Shiki, and before he even had a chance to react the man's fist collided with his rib cage so hard that he was sent flying across the room. He heard one or more ribs break with a sickening crunch and he gasped desperately for some much needed air. He only blinked once, and when he opened his eyes again, Aozaki was in his face.

"No one, no one insults Dougen-sama in my presence and gets away with it," Aozaki growled just before he grabbed Izaya by the front of his shirt to pull him up.

"Let. Go. Now!" Izaya demanded the moment he was able to speak again.

"You gotta give it to him Aozaki, the man has guts," Akabayashi marveled while playing with one of the pieces from the chess board.

"Enough!" Shiki’s voice thundered before he approached both Izaya and Aozaki. He pulled out a piece of paper and shoved it into Izaya's pocket. "That's Slon's number, he'll help you out with this one."

"I'm not inte―"

"I said enough!" Shiki made it clear. "Aozaki, Akabayashi, let's go."

Aozaki seemed reluctant to let go, but he eventually did so, leaving Izaya to collapse on the floor in a heap.

"Tch! This bastard should be taught a lesson," Aozaki hissed as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his pants.

Akabayashi grinned and spun his cane around as he too slowly walked out of the apartment behind Aozaki. "Perhaps, but not today."

Izaya raised his head and glared at Shiki while the man kept staring down at him.

"We'll see you around," Shiki promised, finally, and left as well.
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