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Blind Fury	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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All color had drained from Shizuo's face by the time he was outside Shinra's apartment building. Once again he ended up losing it, and if that wasn't proof enough that he was dangerous, he didn't know what was. Why was it always so easy to hurt Izaya, or anyone else for that matter? He had to be a monster, because no decent human being would've hurt someone who had been previously injured. Even if that hadn’t been the case, the flea was still in no condition to fight, that frail body an obvious sign of how broken he was because of what had been done to him. Shizuo knew that he wasn't the smartest person around, but even he could tell that Izaya was suffering.

Of course he's suffering, you idiot, anyone would feel the same way if they had something similar done to them. His friendship with the doctor was irremediably shattered, and after what happened he had no doubts that Celty would keep her distance too. Even if Shinra were to still keep it a secret, he was sure that she would most likely take Shinra's side even without knowing the truth.

Unfortunately, there was no way to go back and change things no matter how much he wished otherwise, so he shook his head and kept walking for a long time with no particular aim. When he came back to his senses he realized with no little amount of surprise that he was standing in front of Kasuka's apartment. He almost felt like laughing, because each time he was having a hard time, he was expecting his little brother to fix everything.

Shouldn't it be the other way around? He knew that he shouldn't bother Kasuka with his problems, but he felt too depressed to be alone. He hated to admit, but he needed his brother to comfort him. He rang the doorbell a few times but he got no answer, which obviously meant that Kasuka was still at work. Shizuo was so exhausted that he didn't even have enough energy to keep standing, so he allowed his tired body to slide down the door he was leaning against until he was sitting on the floor. He must've dozed off at some point, because when he opened his eyes again Kasuka was crouching in front of him with a slightly worried expression on his face.

"Nii-san, what happened?" Kasuka asked and took the bloody hand into his own.

"I ran into Izaya," Shizuo answered brokenly, the guilt at having hurt Izaya again almost smothering him.

Kasuka stiffened, his grip tightening to the point that it would've been painful for anyone else, but Shizuo showed no sign of discomfort. "You didn't, right?"

"No!" Shizuo rushed to answer. No matter what would happen from there on out, he would never do something like that again, not when he preferred death over an increase in his suffocating guilt. It was already hard enough to get through the day knowing what he had done to Izaya.

"I'm glad to hear that, nii-san," Kasuka sighed softly in relief, "and I'm sorry to have assumed that―"

"I understand. I did it once, who says I won't do it again?" Shizuo cut him off while blankly staring ahead.

Kasuka lowered his head. "I'm sorry," he said, his tone nearly pleading. It was never his intention to hurt Shizuo, but he had to know the truth.

Shizuo laughed brokenly. "No, I'm sorry," he uttered, his eyes growing dark and his mind drifting off.

Kasuka knew that it was pointless to speak to Shizuo when he was like this, the tormented expression on the man’s face a now too familiar sign that he was drowning in self-loathing, so instead he gently turned around the bleeding arm in order to assess the damage. It wasn't unusual for Shizuo to get injured, but Kasuka would be lying if he said that he'd gotten used to seeing him covered in blood. Such a sight always gave him this strange ache around his chest area that he couldn't stand.

"You need stitches," he finally said and hoped that Shizuo would listen to him for once. "Get up, I'll take you to a hospital." He held his breath for a few seconds while waiting for an answer, and he was genuinely surprised when Shizuo nodded. He helped him get up and then pulled out his phone and called back the driver. He was still expecting a fight of some sorts, but when he didn't get any he quietly led his brother to the car and then out of it and into the hospital once they arrived there.

"Hey, Kasuka, have you ever been terrified of something or someone?" Shizuo asked while they were waiting to get called inside so that he would get his cut stitched up.

"Not really," Kasuka answered after a few moments of thinking, "at least not as far as I can remember."

"How about that time I picked up the fridge and wanted to hit you with it?" Shizuo asked, grimacing.

"No."

Shizuo looked at him in surprise. "I really was going to hit you. My bones breaking was the only thing that saved you."

"Perhaps that was your intention, but I don't think you would've gone through with it." Kasuka then ran a hand through Shizuo's hair. "You would never hurt me."

"Stop that," Shizuo hissed as he pulled away.

Kasuka looked at him blankly, his hand still in the air. "Why?"

"People will think that you're my girlfriend or something," Shizuo mumbled, his cheeks slightly flushed.

Kasuka pulled his hand away the next instant, a look of mortification upon his face. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before finally finding his voice. "But I'm your brother."

"Yeah, but they don't know that."

Kasuka narrowed his eyes. "Even so, why would I be the girlfriend?"

"You're too pretty," Shizuo muttered as he awkwardly scratched the back of his head.

"You yourself are good-looking, nii-san."

"Can we change the subject please?" Shizuo pleaded, cringing.

"It doesn't matter if you like guys, I still love you," Kasuka reassured him.

"I don't like guys!" Shizuo nearly growled.

Kasuka looked at him for a while but didn't say anything.

"I really don't!!" Shizuo repeated in an almost pleading tone.

"Okay," was all that Kasuka said.

Shizuo shot him a nasty glare and opened his mouth to say something, but he was interrupted by a nurse who showed up right at that moment.

"Heiwajima Shizuo-san, please follow me."

"We'll finish this when I get back," he warned before he turned around and went after her.

Kasuka remained seated on the chair, trying not to think about his brother's sexual preferences, or anything that involved his brother and the word sex in the same sentence, especially if it had anything to do with Izaya. It was already bad enough to have seen Izaya naked and bleeding, but to know that his brother had been the one to do such a thing to the Informant was simply horrible. He could already feel a headache approaching, so he closed his eyes and tried to relax a bit before Shizuo came back. Between filming and visiting Shizuo, he had very little time left for himself. After that night when Shizuo got drunk, Kasuka made sure to visit him as often as he could, and now Shizuo had to run into Izaya and ruin all the progress that Kasuka worked so hard to achieve.

Shizuo had been a mess ever since he unleashed all of his fury on Izaya, and there were days when Kasuka had doubts that his brother would even have the strength to get out of bed, but he kept pushing him and telling him that everything would be all right, until Shizuo eventually got back to his usual routine. Kasuka was certainly not happy with Shizuo's job, but Shizuo didn't want to stop working for Tom so there wasn't much he could do to change his mind. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he either lost track of time or he ended up dozing off, because he was thinking about his brother's job one second and in the next one Shizuo was talking to him. It took a few moments for his brain to catch up, but when it did, he almost winced at Shizuo's words.

"―ot into guys, got it?"

Kasuka was too exhausted to argue, so all he did was blink and nod instead of giving an answer. "Does it hurt?"

"No, it's fine. They also took care of my other cut, so I'm all good now," Shizuo informed him as he extended his uninjured hand.

"What other cut?" Kasuka inquired as he stood up, eyes infinitesimally narrowing further.

Shizuo smiled nervously. "Some guy nicked my skin with a knife, but I'm fine, don't worry about it."

"Nii-san! Quit that dangerous job already!"

"I'm sorry Kasuka. I... I can't. It keeps my mind off things, and I can blow some steam once in a while," Shizuo confessed and actually ended up wincing when he saw Kasuka's icy stare.

Kasuka turned around and started walking towards the exit, knowing there was nothing he could say that would convince Shizuo to quit his job. He wasn't giving up though, because he was certain that he could eventually get him to quit. He just needed time, that was all. He kept on walking, and once they were outside they got into the car and Kasuka ordered the driver to take Shizuo home before dropping him off at his own apartment. He really needed some sleep.

* * *

Izaya glared with animosity at the brown rice on his plate, then back at Shinra. "Why must you torture me so? If you insist on forcing me to eat, you might as well give me some fatty tuna."

Shinra glared back. "You can't eat too much at once after starving yourself for so long, and I know of your addiction to fatty tuna."

Izaya touched a bit of the rice with the tip of his tongue, and then dropped it back on the plate. "I can't eat this," he said, frowning.

"You haven't even tried it! You have to swallow it, you know?" Shinra sneered, a bit of exasperation seeping into his voice. "Start with this, and you can move to fatty tuna in a couple of days."

Izaya kept glaring at the plate as though he was trying to incinerate it with the power of his mind. "This tastes disgusting."

Shinra sighed. "Even so, you still have to eat it."

Izaya pushed the plate away. "I'd rather not."

Shinra glared at him so hard that Izaya actually winced. "W-What? What's with that look?"

"Fine, don't eat it, but you'll have to stay here until you do."

"You can't keep me here!" Izaya shouted and banged the spoon against the table, immediately regretting it when pain flared up his stitched-up hand.

"Since you're taking on the role of a spoiled brat, I'll have to be the responsible adult and ground you to your room until you eat," Shinra declared as he leaned back against the chair. "Celty here will be your mommy, isn't that right, darling?" he continued, giving Celty a heated gaze.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Izaya blurted out before he sprang to his feet and nearly ran to the bathroom.

[Stop that!]

Shinra's expression turned serious. "Don't worry, it's not because of us. He fears something."

[And what may that be?]

"Sorry, can't say."

Celty wanted to know more, but Izaya had prohibited Shinra to tell her anything so she had no choice but to accept it. Her shoulders sagged. She hated to admit, but she was feeling rather depressed.

"What's wrong, Celty dear?"

[I'd rather not say.]

"Come on," Shinra said as he gently rubbed her shoulder. "You can tell me."

Celty hesitated for a few moments before she finally typed on her PDA. [I'm worried about Shizuo. He was injured when he left.]

"He'll live, unfortunately," Shinra said, his voice more spiteful that Celty had ever heard it.

[How can you even say that?!]

Shinra opened his mouth to say something, but instead he changed his mind and stood up. "I'll go check on Izaya," he stated before heading in the direction the bathroom. Celty had no idea what was going on, so he couldn't blame her for worrying about Shizuo, but he knew very well what had transpired between Shizuo and Izaya and he wished that he had been allowed to strangle the monster to death. Izaya was on a path to self-destruction because of what Shizuo had done to him, and Shinra hoped that he could save him before it was too late. Judging by the noises coming from behind the door, Izaya was dry heaving, which was certainly not something one should do when sporting a broken rib. "Hey, Izaya, be careful," he spoke loudly.

Izaya moaned in pain and opened the door a few moments later, Shinra immediately grabbing his arm and steadying him because it didn't look like the man would be able to walk by himself.

"H-Hurts," Izaya whimpered, face contorted in pain.

Shinra sighed. "Of course it hurts, you're injured. You shouldn't be moving at all."

"I n-need more painkillers," Izaya nearly begged.

"I'm sorry but I can't give you more. I already gave you too many."

"Chest... h-hurts," Izaya whined as Shinra helped him lie on the bed.

"I'm sorry," the doctor said before he rushed out of the bedroom, leaving Izaya to curl in on himself. He really hated to see his friend suffer, to be unable to do anything to help ease his pain. At least Izaya had changed out of the bloody clothes and into clean ones before dinner, and Shinra was grateful for that because he would've really hated to do it himself when Izaya was in so much pain. After what Izaya had been through, Shinra had a feeling that the man wouldn't appreciate anyone taking his clothes off.

Inside the bedroom, Izaya clenched his teeth so hard that his jaw ached. He couldn't think clearly when all he could feel was agonizing pain with each breath he took, and that infuriated him to not end. In order for his revenge to come to fruition, he'd have to plan everything in detail, and he couldn't do it while he was writhing in agony. Shinra could've given him more painkillers, but the bastard refused to ease his torment. If only he could move, he would be able to get them himself, but instead all he could do was curl into a tight ball and wait for the pain to lessen.

He had finally found a way to drag Shizuo on the chess board as a piece, and he wanted to put his plan into action as soon as possible. It wouldn't be easy, and it would take time, but if he played his cards right, he'd succeed in destroying both the beast's mind and soul. A twisted smile formed on his pained face and his eyes shone with malice. Soon, he thought, holding onto the piece of paper with Slon's number which he had retrieved from the pocket of his borrowed pants, soon the beast will know despair.
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