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Blind Fury	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 17 - You've Seen The Butches
Izaya motioned towards the couch. "Sit down."
"From where did you get the gun?" asked Shinra, trying to sound indifferent, even though he was seriously worried for his safety.
Izaya only smiled bitterly.
"Please put it down before you end up hurting someone, yourself included," continued Shinra.
"Sit down," Izaya repeated, his voice leaving no room for argument, and then waited until Shinra sat back down on the couch before allowing himself to relax. "I thought you wanted to hear the whole story," he said, amusement clear in his voice, "so stay there until I finish. You don't get to change your mind in the middle of it."
"You know what, Izaya? Go screw yourself!" Shinra hissed.
"Oh? Why are you so mad? Weren't you supposed to not give a damn about humans, hmm? So what if I broke Kasuka? How is that any of your concern?" he asked and chuckled, drinking some more sake directly from the bottle while he waited for Shinra to complain some more.
Shinra grit his teeth but kept his mouth shut, not wanting to provoke Izaya into shooting him. Regular Izaya was bad enough, drunk Izaya with a gun in hand was a freakin' menace. Izaya, what the hell happened to you?
"Fine, don't answer my question... as I was saying, Slon got obsessed over Kasuka, so I offered to deliver Hanejima Yuuhei to him," he said, red eyes staring at Shinra's tense form. He giggled, finding the glare thrown his way to be highly amusing. "You want to hurt me, don't you? I can see it in your eyes."
"Yes, because you 'thanked' Kasuka for saving your life by―"
"And I'm grateful for that."
"That's not how you thank someone!" Shinra spat the words, angry at the man for being such an ungrateful little shit.
Izaya's voice dripped venom as he spoke. "You're irritating me with your self-righteousness. It's easy for you to judge when you weren't the one who got fucked into the ground by that beast."
"That may be true, and I can only imagine how hard it must have been for you, but I can sympathize. That still doesn't give you the right to hurt an innocent person," said Shinra and shook his head in a gesture of disapproval.
Izaya stared blankly at him for a long time. "Take off your clothes," he said in a flat tone.
"... w-what?" Shinra stuttered, completely dumbfounded.
"Take off your clothes!"
He just stared at him, his mind unable to properly process such a ludicrous command. "Iza―"
"TAKE YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES OFF! NOW!" snapped Izaya and jumped to his feet, gun pointed towards the man's head.
Shinra instinctively bucked into the corner of the couch, Izaya's crazed expression scaring the living daylights out of him. "Izaya, please calm down," he said softly, voice trembling with fear. Drunk Izaya was not only dangerous, but also insane.
"I'm not going to fucking calm down! Take your goddam clothes off! NOW!" growled Izaya.
Shinra could only stare with wide, terrified eyes as Izaya stomped towards him, each step making his heart beat that much faster. "STOP!" he screamed and closed his eyes just as Izaya extended a hand towards him, the gentle touch on his face startling him just as badly as Izaya's seemingly violent behavior.
"I'm sorry..." said Izaya as he cupped Shinra's cheek, voice filled with regret. "I only wanted you to understand. I would never hurt you."
Shinra opened his eyes, and then blinked a few times before punching Izaya square in the face, the man staggering backwards from the unexpected hit. "FUCK YOU!" he hissed, seething, before he jumped to his feet and grabbed Izaya by his V-Neck shirt with his right hand while snatching the gun with the other. "I'll never forgive you for this!" he growled, his whole body shaking in rage, Izaya's unacceptable behavior pissing him off so much that he ended up punching the man a few more times before finally feeling satisfied enough to back away. He watched as Izaya wiped some of the blood pouring from his nose, and that's when he noticed a pretty large blood stain on the right side of the black t-shirt. It's none of your business! Turn around and leave! This ungrateful bastard doesn't deserve your concern. Tell him to go to hell, he kept telling himself, yet the words that came out of his mouth instead were, "are you injured?"
Izaya sighed and wiped some more of the blood that was pouring out of his broken nose. I totally deserved it, he thought, hoping that he hadn't just irreparably ruined his friendship with Shinra. He averted his gaze, muttering a "what if I am?" Two stupid mistakes in one day, way to go Izaya!
Shinra's eye twitched in annoyance, the urge to punch Izaya a few more times suddenly coming back. Instead he sighed and set the gun on the table before grabbing Izaya's arm with more force than necessary and dragging him to the couch where he forced him to sit down. "You're the biggest asshole I've ever met!"
"I know."
"But I'm not about to let you die before you properly apologize for the shit you've pulled today!"
Izaya laughed awkwardly.
"What you did is unforgivable."
"I know that too."
Izaya looked so miserable that Shinra could hardly believe he was the same person who moments before seemed so hell-bent on hurting him, the malice and viciousness gone and replaced by guilt and sorrow. He wanted to hate Izaya, he wanted to punch the man one last time before turning around and walking out of the apartment with a promise to never come back, and yet he couldn't do it. "For a second I really thought you were going to..." he trailed off, still a bit shaken up about the whole thing.
"I'm sorry."
Sorry won't cut it, you fucking bastard, he wanted to say, but he ended up gasping in shock when he saw the bloody bandages covering the man's torso. "What the hell happened to you?"
Izaya frowned, seemingly looking into space before speaking in an emotionless voice. "Ah... I miscalculated."
"Miscalculated what?" asked Shinra as he proceeded to take off the bandages to see the wound better.
"Myself."
Shinra stopped what he was doing, fingers frozen on the bloodied material as he looked into those pained eyes which reflected so well the damaged soul behind them. Why are you so tormented Izaya?
"Kasuka is too nice."
Shinra nodded.
"He ditched his bodyguards and followed me when I told him that I had something to talk to him about in private."
Shinra grimaced. "He doesn't know you like I do."
"Yet here you are, taking such good care of me after I threatened you with a gun and asked you to take your clothes off," said Izaya, and before he even had a chance to react, Shinra's fingers tightly wrapped around his neck.
"Don't push it," Shinra snarled and kept squeezing that neck for a while longer until he finally reigned in his rage and released the hold he had on his asshole of a friend. "I really hate you!" he hissed and brusquely pulled away the bandages.
"The gun wasn't loaded," said Izaya matter-of-factly.
Shinra glared at him. "That's no excuse for what you've just done to me!"
Izaya put a hand on Shinra's shoulder and nodded.
Shinra smacked away the hand. "Don't touch me!"
If looks could kill, Izaya knew that he would've been obliterated by Shinra's icy glare the moment he made the mistake of touching him. Even his drunken messed up brain could tell that he had crossed a line in their friendship that he shouldn't have, and that things would most likely never be the same again. The fact that Shinra was still there was a miracle in itself. I only wanted you to understand me, to stop judging me so harshly because there's no one else besides you. If not even you can understand me then―
"Is this a gunshot wound...?" asked Shinra, head tilted and a look of surprise on his face.
"Mhmm, but as you can see, the bullet only grazed me."
"How―"
"Ah, I haven't finished my story. I'll continue, if you don't mind."
Shinra shrugged before proceeding to disinfect the wound.
"I knocked out Kasuka using a shot of M99, and after that someone helped me move him to a secluded area. At that point I turned on the camera and started filming the whole thing so that Shizu-chan could watch it afterwards."
Shinra tensed. You sadistic bastard.
"Kasuka didn't seem that surprised when he woke up, and he kept his cool even after Slon had him restrained. That time with Shizu-chan... in the alley... I panicked, you know?" he confessed, as much as it pained him to do so. "Kasuka on the other hand didn't beg, didn't even say a word as Slon pulled down his pants and settled between his legs."
Shinra felt his stomach churn.
"I just couldn't believe it!" Izaya exclaimed in awe. "He truly is a magnificent beast... and yet, as I was looking at him, all I could see was myself..."
"You idiot, why did you do if you knew it'd make you so miserable?"
Izaya raised his head and looked into the distance. "It was the only way to hurt Shizu-chan."
"How could you put someone through the same thing knowing how hard it's been on you, especially someone as nice as Kasuka who went as far as to save the life of his brother's enemy just because it was the right thing to do?"
Izaya shrugged.
"This is going to hurt," Shinra warned just before sticking the needle into Izaya's skin with a lot more sadistic pleasure than he had ever expected.
"Ugh... That hurt!
"Good!" Shinra hissed and plunged in the needle again. Izaya shrieked this time and tried to move away, but Shinra grabbed him by the nape and pulled him closer until their noses were almost touching, grey eyes staring into red ones. "It's a small price to pay for all the shit you've pulled today, don't you agree?"
Izaya nodded reluctantly, jaw clenched in pain and beads of sweat rolling down the sides of his face.
"I'm glad we're on the same page," chirped Shinra just before he harshly thrust in the needle again.
"Argh! It hur― I'm ok, I'm ok. " He tried to smile, but he couldn't, Shinra's brutal treatment pulverizing his already wrecked nerves. He figured he deserved it, but that thinking still didn't help when the needle came back a fourth time, a pained cry spilling past his bloody lips as the accursed thing perforated his already swollen skin. He was panting heavily, nails digging into his palms hard enough to draw blood. He dared to open an eye and almost immediately regretted it, Shinra's psychotic expression making the blood in his veins freeze. He'd never seen this side of Shinra before, but he knew it existed, and it somewhat scared him. It truly was a shame that he ended up making its acquaintance while he was at the end of those cold and sadistic fingers. Even the man's smile was unnerving, the eyes hidden behind the reflection in his glasses giving him an eerie look. A shiver ran down his spine. Please just finish already! "Oh god, just stop please! Stop! STOP!" he begged when he couldn't take it anymore, tears threatening to fall out of the corners of his eyes. Shinra stopped and looked at him, the malice behind those grey eyes ― which were staring at him through black-framed glasses ― making him want to run away and hide. Even the numbness from the alcohol was starting to dissolve and be replaced by a somber clarity, his brain finally understanding just how dangerous the doctor was.
"I'm not done yet," said Shinra, eyes glowing dangerously just before they settled on the wound with the intention to continue from where he left off.
"W-wait!" Izaya stuttered while trying to push Shinra away, only to get his hands smacked in return. "Please wait!" he tried again and breathed in relief when Shinra sighed and stopped torturing him. "Let me finish the story before you continue."
Shinra wasn't happy about being interrupted, but he allowed Izaya the respite anyway. "Make it short."
Izaya nodded frantically, relief flooding his senses at hearing the man's words. "I couldn't take it anymore..."
"I don't care," Shinra said, that unnerving smile still present.
"No, no, I meant that time... I couldn't take it anymore, I just couldn't stand seeing that... that BRUTE getting ready to break... Kasuka, so I told him to stop," Izaya hissed, eyes burning with hate.
Shinra blinked a couple of times, the twisted smile disappearing from his face. "What...?"
"I told Slon to stop, and he just looked at me with this incredulous expression," continued Izaya, his voice trembling a bit, "but he wasn't about to stop simply because I asked him to."
"You told him to stop?!" Shinra asked and held his breath while waiting for the answer.
"I tried to push that monster away from Kasuka, but he punched me in the stomach so hard that I almost passed out. I clung to consciousness with everything I had... I couldn't let him go through with it." The mere memory of it made him sick, his already pale skin turning paler.
"And then...?"
"I pulled out my switchblade, but I was in too much pain to fight efficiently, so when he caught my wrist I dropped it into the palm of my other hand and stabbed him in the eye with it... I've never stabbed anyone in the eye before," said Izaya, his voice filled with disgust. "It didn't stop him though. What a monster! He pulled out a gun and shot me, but Kasuka managed to kick it just as he fired, so the bullet only grazed me before flying out of his hand."
Shinra was speechless, the madness that had taken over him earlier slowly ebbing away. He pulled one of Izaya's hands into his own, urging him to continue.
"Kasuka fought to stop him from reaching the gun, and that's how I managed to get my hands on it. I shot him, Shinra, I shot him, but he didn't go down, so I shot him again, and then I grabbed Kasuka and we both ran out of there... we ran, for a long time, the terror of what could've happened in that abandoned building urging us to keep running even after our legs could no longer move... or maybe that was just me, because Kasuka seemed a lot less affected than I was."
"You... you didn't go through with it," said Shinra, eyes wide with shock. He smiled again, but this time a genuine smile, not like the one that made Izaya's hair stand on end. "You didn't do it!"
"I didn't," said Izaya, his voice carrying a bit of bitterness. "I'm so weak that I can't even take my revenge on Shizu-chan the way I wanted to!" He snatched his hand from Shinra's hold, his body trembling in both terror and rage. "I couldn't do it!"
Shinra put his hands on Izaya's shoulders and squeezed gently. "Look at me! Izaya, look at me!"
He couldn't look though, red eyes hiding behind sweaty bangs. He was too upset over what he had tried to do, and equally upset over failing in doing so. He felt like a complete failure.
Shinra grabbed his chin and tilted his head up until they were both looking into each other's eyes, and then used his other hand to move away some of the black strands covering those pained red eyes. "You did well," he said and smiled when Izaya's eyes widened at his words before the man pushed him away with a snarl.
"I don't need you to tell me that!" I'm upset because I did the right thing, you idiot! He was Orihara Izaya, and something as simple as doing the wrong thing had never stopped him before. At least he had the consolation of breaking Shizuo into a million pieces, even though it would only be for a few hours. "You know," he added, his voice sounding a bit cheerful this time, "Shizu-chan probably still thinks that I broke his precious little brother. Ahhh... it felt so nice to hear him cry over the phone. I sent him the tape you know, and I had Celty deliver Kasuka to his apartment after another shot of M99 into his blood. That kid should really learn to not turn his back on me so easily."
Shinra just stared at Izaya. "I don't even..."
Izaya smirked. "He deserved it, and don't you dare tell me otherwise!"
"I won't even bother," said Shinra before going back to sewing Izaya.
"WAIT! Please just... just stop torturing me. Give me some painkillers, or something, anything!" There was only so much Izaya could endure at the hands of the mad doctor.
"You can't have painkillers because you were stupid enough to drink."
"Try to be gentle, ne? After all, I saved Kasuka."
"That has nothing to do with me," Shinra said with an innocent smile on his face just before he brutally plunged the needle into flesh again, Izaya's screech not slowing him down in the slightest. It didn't even bother him when Izaya eventually passed out from the pain, because no one fucked with him and got away with it, not even Orihara Izaya. He ran his thumb over the stitched up wound, the knowledge that it would scar taking away some of the rage he felt towards him. "I hope you'll remember this next time you think of playing games with me," he said out loud before grabbing his stuff and leaving a passed out Izaya on the couch.
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