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Blind Fury	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hours turned into days, days into weeks, but the guilt didn't lessen. Shizuo's mind was simply unable to cope with what he'd done. What happened had also been Izaya's fault to some degree, but he shouldn't have risen to the bait and shown Izaya just what kind of monster he could be. The bastard was obviously not doing well, and even though the bruises on that pale body didn't really come as a surprise, the ribs and bones showing though the skin left him wondering just how hard it had to be for the flea to keep on living after such a traumatic experience. Anyone who knew Izaya even a tiny bit could tell that he loved to be in control, which meant that when said control had been brutally ripped away from him it must've turned his carefully constructed world upside down.

The flea was hurting badly, that mask of hatred unable to hide the pain Shizuo saw in those dark-red orbs, that fear the man could never again be able to conceal while being in his presence. At least he didn't break him this time around, which was in fact a tremendous progress if one was to compare it to that other time. He could still clearly remember that night. It hadn't only been the night when he'd broken Izaya to pieces, but it was also the night when Kasuka had learned just how sick his brother truly was. How could Kasuka even stand to look at him anymore, touch him so casually, be in the same room with him as opposed to running away screaming? Not that Kasuka would ever do something like that, but Shizuo couldn't really blame him if he did. Kasuka's words still echoed in his mind: "No matter what you do, I'll always be on your side."

Sighing, he opened the door to his apartment and lit up a cigarette as he sat down on the couch and closed his eyes to relax a bit after a hard day's work. God, how he’d missed smoking, but he hadn't been able to do it until after the run-in he had with Izaya. The burn mark he left on the flea's neck didn't look like it scarred and that somehow made him feel less guilty about doing it in the first place. It might've been better if he hadn't started smoking again, because going through two packs a day was neither healthy nor cheap and the smell still made him feel a bit sick sometimes, but he saw it as yet another form of punishment he deserved for being a monster that could only break both things and people.

Kasuka came to visit as often as he could, and while they didn't talk very much, it was comforting for Shizuo to know that he still had someone on his side. He’d ran into Celty a few times after the incident, but she never brought up the subject of Izaya, and because he didn't have much to say in general that didn't involve complaining or cursing the flea, it led to them not communicating with each other as much as they used to. Even when they did talk, it was only a few words about stuff that neither of them cared about, a habit ingrained by the courtesy they thought they needed to show each other.

There were some days when he could pretend that everything was normal, that what he'd done in that filthy alley never happened, that his friends didn't hate him and that his little brother didn't see him as something even lesser than before, but unfortunately such days were rare. Kasuka would never admit it, but Shizuo knew that what happened bothered his brother to some extent. He would sometimes catch him stare with this strange expression of hurt, if it was hurt, because he could never really be sure what Kasuka was thinking. His little brother was the biggest enigma in the whole wide universe, even bigger than Izaya, and that said a lot. His jaw immediately tensed at the thought of Izaya and he almost sneered at how easily he could end up drowning in self-loathing and self-pity, just like every other day when he came home from work. He stubbed the cigarette butt with a little more force than was necessary and got up, intending to get out of his clothes, take a shower and then perhaps watch some TV before eating.

He was about to press the handle to his room when he heard someone ring the doorbell once. He found that to be strange; he remembered Kasuka saying he couldn’t visit him that day because he had an appointment. Sighing, he went to the door to see who it was, but when he opened it he found no one there. He shrugged and moved to close it, thinking that it must've been a child's prank, but he stopped when he noticed the small box at his feet. Okay, so maybe it wasn't a child's prank after all. Perhaps it was the terrified delivery man from last time who thought that it would be a better idea to leave the package on the floor and run the hell away from there. Shizuo bent down and picked it up before he closed the door behind him and made his way to the couch. He sat down and proceeded to inspect the box, but he found nothing written on it. More than a little curious now, he removed the wrapper, opened the box and found a DVD inside. What the―

He heard his phone ring, so he reached into his pocket to fish it out. "Hello?"

"Did you miss me, Shizu-chan~? You must have, it's been soooo long since we’ve last talked," Izaya chirped in his usual annoying voice that Shizuo hadn't heard since before that fucked up night.

He was so stunned by the call that it was almost as though his brain had forgotten how to form words.

"Shizu-chan?" Izaya repeated, and both Shizou's heart and fist clenched at the sound of that annoying nickname spoken in such a confident voice. It was almost nostalgic.

"Y-Yeah, I'm here," was all he could say while trying to figure out why the flea would call him out of nowhere.

"Did you get my present?"

"Huh?"

"The box, Shizu-chan, the box. Why must you be so dense?" Izaya sighed dramatically. "Open the box and look inside. I sent you a present."

"Flea, are you high or something?" Shizuo spoke softly, as though he was afraid he'd spook Izaya away if he seemed too aggressive. He never would've thought that he'd miss their usual banter so much.

Izaya chuckled. "I assure you that I am not high on anything. Anyway, try to pay attention, even though I know it's hard, with you being a protozoan and all that. Did you get the box, and if so, did you open it?"

Shizuo scowled at the insult but what the hell, he might as well talk to Izaya and hopefully get a chance to properly apologize for the shit he'd done the last two times they had ran into each other. Trying to choke someone to death was certainly not how someone should apologize. "I got it... what about it?"

Izaya chuckled again. "Play it," he told him, his voice taking on a malicious edge.

Shizuo felt a chill run down his spine, the feeling that his world was about to get turned upside down almost making his knees weak. He didn't know why, but he had a feeling that whatever the flea wanted to show him was not something he'd ever want to see. He got up and reluctantly walked over to the DVD Player where he inserted the disc.

"Ah, you'd better sit down, Shizu-chan," he heard Izaya say and he went to sit back on the couch as instructed, dreading whatever the bastard louse was about to show him.

At first there was just a black screen and some background noise, but the camera moved eventually and the louse's face came into view.

"Ne, Shizu-chan, do you think you could ever hate me as much as I hate you?" Shizuo heard the Izaya in the video say, and his dread went up a notch. "I bet I can make you."

Shit, shit, shit, whatever the bastard had planned was not good. "What the fuck is this?" he growled into the phone.

"Shhh! Keep watching, you'll see soon enough."

The view of the camera changed as Izaya started walking towards what looked like some sort of abandoned house. This time around, Shizuo could only hear the voice.

"Hmm, perhaps I should've picked another place, you know, a dirtier place, just like that place, if you know what I mean," the voice said, followed by a string of disturbing chuckles.

"F-Flea... what―"

"Stop sounding so lost, Shizu-chan, you're being boring. Don't tell me that you weren't expecting some sort of punishment for what you've done because then I would be really disappointed in your protozoic brain. Well, it's not like I had high expectations to begin with, but still," the Izaya on the phone said. "I'm watching this too, so let's both enjoy it, ne?"

The Izaya in the video went up some stairs before he opened a door and went into what looked like one hell of a dirty and dusty room. It was only for a fraction of a second, when the camera's angle changed to show the flea's face, but Shizuo could've sworn he saw something or someone on the floor.

"I don't know if you've been counting the days, but I have, and guess what, Shizu-chan? It's been exactly seventy-two days since you dragged me into that alley and played oh so gently with me," Izaya said mockingly.

Shizuo heard a low pained moan and his blood froze, something about the voice sounding eerily familiar.

"Ah, he's awake, one second," Izaya commented before he turned the camera to reveal someone lying face-down on the floor with his hands cuffed behind his back and his face obscured by brown hair.

Shizuo felt something inside him crumble, immediately recognizing the person in the video as being none other than his little brother Kasuka. Oh god, please no, anything but Kasuka. "No..." he said weakly into the phone, his only response being a malicious laugh. "A...any-thing but Kasuka," he continued brokenly, his voice trembling in such a way that it was almost unrecognizable even to his own ears.

The Izaya on the phone ignored him, but the one in the video kept prancing around Kasuka's helpless form as though he was some sort of predator sizing up its prey.

"Kasuka-kun, wake up already," Izaya chirped, and Kasuka seemed to slowly come back to his senses. He didn't look as surprised as he should've been considering he was on the ground, his hands cuffed behind his back and his brother's enemy staring down at him.

"Oh god, don't―"

"Don't what, Shizu-chan? Don't hurt Kasuka? I'm seriously baffled at how obtuse you can be. Even you should be able to tell that whatever happened in this video can no longer be changed. You'd think the time-stamp would stand out," Izaya sighed, and Shizuo could almost see the son of a bitch roll his eyes.

His own eyes fell on the time-stamp, and for a few suffocating moments he simply could not breathe. Three hours... that was how much time had passed between whatever atrocity Izaya had committed and the time Shizuo had received the DVD. He felt the room starting to spin around him, his heart hammering so loudly and painfully inside his ribcage that he couldn't hear any of the words being spoken to him, nor the discussion taking place in the video. Nonononono! NOT Kasuka! Why take it out on him when I would gladly let you break me instead? A thousand thoughts went through his head, all revolving around his brother, and by the time he came back to his senses it looked like Kasuka was speaking to Izaya. Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!!! Stop being so goddam loud! he ordered his heart while his fingers tightly clenched in the material of his shirt.

"―ted this," he heard Kasuka say in his usual flat tone.

"Yes, you really should have expected this Kasu-chan. How naive can you be?" Izaya asked before he burst into laughter. "I, however, expected better from you."

Kasuka got up with a bit of effort but it didn't seem like it mattered to Izaya because the bastard kept filming with no care in the world.

Kasuka leaned against the wall, his eyes never leaving Izaya's form. "So what do you want?"

Both Izayas chuckled at the same time, and Shizuo's body shook as a shiver ran down his spine at the ominous sound. There was this nagging voice in the back of his mind screaming about where this was going, but he refused to acknowledge it. "You wouldn't," he nearly choked as the words left his lips. "You could never..." he continued, his voice a desperate plea.

The Izaya on the phone giggled but otherwise stayed quiet, the one in the video speaking instead.

"World peace? No, not really, just kidding; that'd be sooo bo~oring! But anyway, you already know what I want. Come on, Kasu-chan, you can't possibly be as dense as your brother. Please don't disappoint me!"

Kasuka stared blankly at the camera, or at Izaya, or both. "You seek revenge on my brother."

"See? It wasn't that hard to guess."

"Do you plan on killing me?" Kasuka cautiously moved to check out the window.

"Of course I won't kill you," Izaya giggled, "that, too, would be boring. No, no, what I'm going to do is so much worse."

Kasuka spared him an uninterested glance before looking outside again. "You're welcome to try."

Shizuo waited with his breath caught in his throat to see what Izaya would say next but nothing happened, and when he heard the voice on the phone instead of the one in the video he almost dropped it in surprise.

"Your brother really is one of a kind. Most people would've panicked, but he didn't. He's just as monstrous as you are, the only difference being that he is on the opposite side of the spectrum."

"Fuck you!" Shizuo growled into the phone.

Izaya yawned, as though the whole thing was boring him to tears. "You already have, Shizu-chan, and let me tell you something, you really sucked at it."

Shizuo flinched at the remark, but he was too fucking upset to give a shit about what he had done to the flea when Kasuka's life was at stake. "What did you do to my brother?"

"Tsk! Tsk! Tsk! You should really learn the meaning of the word patience."

"Stop screwing around!" Shizuo shouted into the phone, fingers clenched so tightly around it that he could almost hear the plastic crack under the strain.

"Have you ever heard the saying 'an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth?’"

"What―"

"Your ignorance doesn't seem to know any boundaries" Izaya sighed loudly into the phone. "It's a saying. What it means is that a person who has injured another person is penalized by receiving the injury inflicted on the victim."

Shizuo's hand further tightened around the phone, a piece of plastic falling at his feet. It was a miracle the thing was still working. "What... what does that have to do with Kasuka? If I understood you correctly, I should be the one in that room, not Kasuka."

Izaya giggled. "Ah, but Shizu-chan, that'd be too predictable. Why 'an eye for an eye,' when a 'sibling's eye for an eye' sounds so much better?" he said, his tone more twisted and malicious than Shizuo had ever heard it before.

A whine got past the lump in Shizuo's throat, the next words leaving his mouth sounding just as broken as he was. "Y-You didn't, you wouldn't. Please tell me that you didn't!" he pleaded.

"You're right, Shizu-chan, you know me too well. I'm not sure I like that," Izaya admitted, thoughtfully. "I'm not you after all, I really couldn't do it, but he could," Izaya revealed, and Shizuo's blood froze in his veins when he heard a third voice coming from the recording on the video.

"Good, I see you already brought him here," the other man said, and Shizuo dropped the phone, the horror of what they were about to do, of what they had most likely done, finally dawning on him.

Nononononononono!
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