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Blind Fury	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Izaya moaned in anguish but he struggled to get up anyway. He cried loudly next, the vicious pain in his chest making him double over in agony. He slowly walked to the desk, dangerously swaying with each step he took until he reached it and grabbed the phone to call Shinra. His hand tightened around it when the man didn't answer, but he tried to stay calm even though the pain was so bad that it almost brought tears to his eyes. He was starting to worry that one of the broken ribs might've grazed a lung, especially when he could feel a stabbing pain each time he took a breath. He lowered the phone and typed a message to Celty.

《I need you to come pick me up. 》

[Sorry, I can't, I'm busy at the moment.]

That was her answer, and for a moment it surprised Izaya that he felt bitterness after reading it. He called a taxi instead, picked up his phone, keys and jacket, and then walked out of the apartment. It hurt a lot, and yet he felt like laughing because he ended up facing three strong men who could've hurt him a lot more had they wanted and he’d succeeded in keeping his defiance until the end. It was good. He was good, Shizuo hadn’t really broken him as badly as he feared.

He swayed out of the elevator and slowly made his way outside where a taxi was already waiting for him. Luckily, the taxi driver was quite the observant person, so the man immediately got out and helped his passenger get inside the car.

"Thank you," Izaya said as soon as he found a good position which allowed him to somewhat breathe.

"No problem. Where to now?"

"Ikebukuro."

The driver started the car, carefully listening to the address Izaya gave him while the Informant struggled to speak without crying out in pain. He was a man in his fifties and Izaya was surprised to see there were still some nice people in the city who would help a complete stranger. There was, of course, the possibility that the man might've done it in the hope of getting some extra cash, but Izaya was grateful nonetheless. Humans truly were fascinating creatures. Once they arrived at Shinra's place he paid the man a little extra for helping him out, got out of the car and went up to the apartment.

"Izaya!" Shinra gasped when he saw who was at his door.

"Why didn't you answer your phone?!" Izaya snapped and then gasped when fresh pain spread throughout his chest area like wildfire.

Shinra grabbed him by the arm and helped him inside. "I was taking a shower! What happened?"

"I respectfully refused to take on a job," Izaya told him, chuckling, only to regret it when he almost collapsed in agony.

"It's not funny! Don't talk, don't laugh, don't even breathe!" Shinra ordered, worry seeping into his voice when he figured that whatever was wrong with Izaya had something to do with the man's ribs. He half-dragged the seriously injured man to the couch where he took the coat and t-shirt off before he proceeded to inspect the damage. "Stand still!"

"I'm trying, it hurts a lot, especially when you keep pressing on them," Izaya hissed.

Shinra gave him an annoyed glare. "How else am I to assess the damage?"

"I don't know!" Izaya screeched when a particular poke to his ribs made him want to punch the doctor in the face for causing him more pain.

Shinra grabbed him by the shoulder to keep him there, the man's squirming making his job a lot harder than it had to be. "Did you get hurt anywhere else?"

"No, only my chest ran into a fist," Izaya said, chuckling.

"You mean a fist ran into your chest," Shinra corrected him while rolling his eyes.

"Or that," Izaya said, grinning.

Shinra sighed. "You make such terrible jokes sometimes..."

"Tch!"

"Anyway, I have some good news and some bad news. Which ones do you want to hear first?"

"Give me the bad ones," Izaya chirped, "it's better to get that over with."

Shinra sighed tiredly. "The rib that had been broken before and that was starting to heal is broken again."

"What are the good news?" Izaya asked through gritted teeth.

Shinra laughed sheepishly. "It's just that one rib?"

Izaya shot him a nasty glare. "Are you sure that only one rib is broken?"

"Yeah."

"One hundred percent sure? It hurts a lot worse than it did last time."

"Yes I am sure. Trust me. Unlike you, I am a doctor."

This time Izaya rolled his eyes at the bad joke but didn't say anything else.

"Now, moving on to the next issue, can you tell me why you look like a skeleton? You promised that you would start eating if I left you alone, but look at you now! What happened?! Tell me!" Shinra demanded, his voice almost resembling a growl; that's how pissed he was about the whole thing.

Izaya winced at the loudness of the doctor's tone and then sighed, knowing that Shinra wouldn't leave him be unless he answered. Still, it was worth a try. "Can we talk about this later? I'm suffering here, remember? Pain?"

Shinra took out something from his pocket and dangled it in front of Izaya's face. "Answer my question and you get painkillers as a reward."

"Bastard," Izaya hissed at the sadistic doctor in front of him.

Shinra gave him a blank look. "In no way bigger than you, of that I am certain."

"I don't really want to talk about it," Izaya admitted so softly that Shinra had to strain his ears to hear him.

After a few moments of silence, Shinra grabbed his friend’s head and forced him to look into his eyes. "Tell me."

"Plea―"

"Izaya!" Shinra growled.

"Don't make me say it..."

"Just tell me already, please!"

"Okay, fine! Fine! It's just that it... it already hurts a lot, so it'd hurt so much more when... when the food has to come out, you know?" Izaya nearly whispered while wearing a pained expression on his face.

"Oh," Shinra exclaimed, his face set into a grimace. "Okay, but I am certain that I mentioned some things that could've helped, like brown rice, oats, beans, and a few others."

Izaya tried to look away, his face as red as a tomato, but Shinra didn't allow it.

"How about those ointments? Have you been using them?"

"Yes! Can we stop talking about my ass please?" Izaya nearly screeched.

"All right, fine, so what have you been eating?"

"Energy drinks, coffee, vegetables and fruit juice?" Izaya spoke softly, trying really hard not to look into the other man's eyes.

Izaya felt the hands on either side of his face tighten and he wondered just how badly he had pissed Shinra off. He found it ridiculous how the doctor could scare him more than the Yakuza with guns ever could, but that was one of the reasons the man was interesting enough to have been noticed by him in the first place.

After a long pause, Shinra took a deep breath before he let go of Izaya's head and finally spoke. "Okay, I won't lecture you. It's too late for that now, but you will start eating; doctor's orders."

Izaya knew he was sulking, but he didn't care anymore; he just wanted Shinra to stop talking about embarrassing stuff that made him want to disappear into the floor.

"Here," said the man as he handed him some painkillers and a glass of water. "I was on my way to buy something to eat when you showed up, so just sit here quietly for a while until I come back, and then Celty and I will cook something and we'll eat dinner together."

"You want to poison me?! I'd rather starve to death than eat what Cel―"

"Don't you dare finish that sentence!" Shinra hissed.

"Fine, I'll wait," Izaya mumbled and grabbed the remote control to watch some TV while Shinra went to buy food.

* * *

―Thirty-seven minutes earlier, somewhere in Ikebukuro―

《I need you to come pick me up. 》

[Sorry, I can't, I'm busy at the moment.]

"Who was that?" Shizuo asked when he saw Celty replying to a message.

[No one important.]

"If you gotta go, then go," he said with a shrug before he started walking away.

[You don't look so good, so I'm not going anywhere. Not until you tell me what's wrong.]

"I already told you. Nothing is wrong."

[Please tell me.]

"Some asshole grazed my arm with a knife. Maybe it got infected, I don't know," Shizuo mumbled as he gave Celty another shrug.

[That's serious! Come with me and let Shinra have a look at it!]

Shizuo realized that she was worried about him when some of the black smoke started seeping from underneath her helmet. "You're doing it again," Shizuo informed her.

[?]

"The smoke... people might see it."

She seemed flustered for a second, but once the smoke retracted she went back to nagging him about having Shinra take a look at the wound. It was pointless no matter what Celty said because the man had made it quite clear how much he despised him and Shizuo couldn't really blame him. He had known for years that the doctor was friends with Izaya, and even though it never really bothered him before―he wasn't that petty―he now knew that he had been the one to force Shinra to choose between the two of them.

The words Shinra left him with that day still chilled him to the core, and he could only imagine what it must've been like for the doctor to have to treat Izaya's wounds, the wounds that Shizuo himself had inflicted with so much twisted satisfaction. At least it didn’t look like Shinra had told Celty anything and for that he was grateful. He couldn't imagine what life would be like for him without Celty.

[Please come with me!]

He sighed but didn't say anything and instead kept on walking.

[Did something happen between you and Shinra?]

Shizuo stopped. "What makes you think that?"

[You haven't talked to or about each other in over a month.]

She's way too observant, Shizuo thought begrudgingly. "I've been busy, s'all," he mumbled and continued walking.

[I don't believe you!]

Shizuo grit his teeth in frustration, hoping that she would leave before he ended up accidentally revealing something he didn't want her to know. If there was someone he did not want to find out about what he’d done, that someone was Celty.

[Shizuo!]

"Look, we had a fall out, all right?" he snapped at her.

[What happened?]

Shizuo's eyes fell on the PDA and he ended up cringing when he read the question. "Can you please drop the subject?"

[Not until you either come with me or tell me what happened.]

"I'll go to a hospital later," he tried to assure her, but she was having none of that.

[Not acceptable. Come with me.]

Shizuo cursed under his breath, finally figuring out that Celty would never let it go if he didn't follow her to Shinra's apartment. Shinra hadn't told her anything, which meant that he also didn't want her to know, so he'd most likely play along if it was for Celty's sake. He sighed loudly. "Fine, let's go," he mumbled, and they both got on the bike, Shizuo spending the entire way there dreading meeting Shinra again.

[Here, take the key and go upstairs. I'm going to pick up Shinra.]

"What? He's not home?"

[He just sent me a message saying that he went to buy food. Just go.]

"Are you sure?" he asked, glaring at the key as though it would burn him if he were to so much as come in contact with it.

[I'm sure,] she said and placed the key into his palm.

Shizuo watched her leave before he reluctantly walked inside the apartment building. The mere prospect of seeing Shinra's face again almost made him want to turn tail, but he knew that once Celty set her mind on something there was no going back, which meant that in order for her to not find out about what he’d done to Izaya he had to face Shinra.

He didn't even realize when he’d gotten to the door, his mind bombarding him with horrible scenarios about how Shinra would react when he saw him, so he shook his head to chase them away and inserted the key into the lock before pushing the door open and walking inside.

For a moment, he thought he'd entered the wrong apartment when he saw someone sitting on the couch with his back turned to the sliding door between the living-room and the hallway and he almost took a step back in order to get out of there, but then he remembered that the key had opened the door, which meant that he was not in the wrong place after all.

"It was about time," said the man and Shizuo dropped the key when he recognized the voice.
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