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Blind Fury	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 18 - No Longer The Spectator
It was some sort of morbid curiosity that drove Shinra to check on Shizuo, even though he would've preferred to not see his face again anytime soon. It wasn't like there was a need to go there anyway. As far as he knew, Kasuka was all right, besides sporting a few bruises and a broken wrist, and Shizuo was probably slowly dying on the inside, and that was fine too, because "the beast", as Izaya loved to call him, completely deserved it.
That wasn't the only reason though. He had told Celty that he would check on Kasuka, and he always tried to keep his promises when it came to her. He spared her a glance as they walked side by side up to Shizuo's apartment, her tense form reminding him how concerned she was about a man who didn't deserve her worrying over him. It was ironic that it was his beloved Dullahan's fault that he ended up in a situation where he could ever feel sorry for Izaya or resent Shizuo. She had always told him to try to make friends and to live a normal life, and because he loved her so much he followed her advice. And look where that got me...
Things used to be much easier when Shizuo and Izaya only beat the crap out of each other and went to him to get patched up. He could deal with that, he could deal with the fact that his two friends, if he could even call them that, hated each other's guts, but then that idiot Shizuo destroyed the fine balance that kept them all together and threw everything into chaos. He never even thought that he'd care enough to take a side, but seeing Izaya so damaged, and knowing who was the one responsible for said damage, made him angry, and the fact that he felt angry because of another human being, another sentient being that was not Celty, made him feel even angrier, if that even made any sense. He assumed that it did, somehow, in some twisted way, at least in his mind anyway.
Celty was supposed to be the only one who mattered to him, but he had gotten used to Izaya's presence over the years, and seeing that confident bastard change in the blink of an eye ticked him off for some reason. It was easy to deal with the usual Izaya, but this new, damaged Izaya was unpredictable, and he hated how he ended up witnessing the man's anguish first hand, that despair which drove Izaya to threaten him with a gun just to make him understand what it was like to lose control. He could still remember his heartbeat increasing, his body going cold, and even though a part of him kept telling himself that Izaya could not be serious about it, his body still recognized the danger and reacted on its own. Yes, he understood just a bit better now, and that's exactly why he was pissed off at Izaya. He shouldn't have been bothered by any of it, because he wasn't supposed to care, just as Izaya himself had said. You're a fool Shinra, that's what you are, he told himself just before he stopped in front of Shizuo's apartment.
Celty knocked on the door a few times before typing on her PDA and showing it to Shinra. [ I should've brought Kasuka to our place instead of doing what Izaya hired me to do. ]
Shinra's heart skipped a beat when she said "our place", but he figured that it wasn't the time nor the place to allow his fantasies free reign over his mind, so he squashed them down and stared at the door for a few moments before turning his attention back to her. "I don't think Shizuo is going to open the door."
Celty nodded, shadows slithering from underneath her helmet and seeping into the keyhole, twisting and turning around until she heard the click which told her they could go inside.
[ Perhaps I should go in first, ] she suggested and moved to go in, the bad blood between Shinra and Shizuo no longer a secret. She had a feeling that sparks would come out flying the second they saw each other.
Shinra grabbed her arm and pulled her back and behind him. "I'll go in first." He figured that she thought he was stupid, or crazy, or both... like she would ever need his protection, but he didn't care. I have to protect you from this, from the truth. He knew that she wanted to argue, but his stern look stopped any complaints she might've had. He would keep it from her no matter what, even if the price for his silence was that she kept being Shizuo's friend. Sometimes ignorance truly is a bliss.
He pressed the doorknob and opened the door slowly, his eyes going wide at the sight of Shizuo sitting on the floor and holding an unconscious Kasuka to his chest not even two steps away from them. They both walked inside, but the image was so surreal that Shinra froze for a few moments, unable to decide how that made him feel. He had never seen Shizuo so... so what? He didn't even know what word to use in order to accurately describe Shizuo's expression as the man gently ran his hand down Kasuka's back over and over again. Broken? Pained? No, that wasn't it. Ah, dead inside, he finally realized, those golden eyes ― now a few shades darker ― staring into nothingness.
He leaned forward a bit, to have a closer look, but Shizuo didn't even seem to notice his presence. It made sense, considering Shizuo thought that the person he cared about the most in the entire world ended up suffering the same fate he himself had inflicted on Izaya. Was it wrong to enjoy seeing him so broken? It was only fair that Shizuo got to break too. Had Izaya succeeded, Shinra could almost think of it as some sort of divine punishment, but that was not a fate he wished upon Kasuka, even though Shizuo should've suffered for far longer than the few hours he would be led to believe that Kasuka had truly been raped.
He knew very well that it was cruel, and the old him who shared many happy memories with Shizuo hated to see him like this, but neither of them could be their old selves anymore, and he would never again be able to look at the man with anything else besides contempt. Why did you fall prey to your rage in such a manner? You've ruined everything; you've irreparably ruined the dynamics holding the four of us together. He hated him for it, almost as much as he loathed him for what he had done to Izaya. Perhaps he was being selfish, but he didn't really care.
His eyes drifted to Celty, her tense form speaking volumes about how disturbed she was after seeing Shizuo so broken. She obviously knew it was Izaya's fault, the shadowy smoke simmering around her body a clear indicator of her barely suppressed rage.
[ I'm going to kill him! ] she typed on her PDA with such hate and fury that he was surprised the gadget didn't break in her hands.
"We'll talk about it later," he said softly, not wanting to startle Shizuo. The last thing he needed was for Celty to go after Izaya when the Informant was one step away from a mental breakdown. The man was a bastard, sure, but even he could tell that Izaya had suffered enough. Perhaps I shouldn't have left him alone, he thought, the ride to Shizuo's apartment cooling off some of his madness, but then the PDA was shoved in his face and he had no choice but to read it.
[ Just look at what he did to Shizuo! ]
It's nothing compared to what this monster did to Izaya, but he couldn't exactly tell her that. Everything was so frustrating, and all he wanted to do was to go home and forget it ever happened, or that he had ever known two crazy people going by the names of Orihara Izaya and Heiwajima Shizuo. He had Celty, and that was all he needed; too bad she didn't feel the same way about him. "I think Izaya already got his punishment, so there's no need for you to inflict more damage," he told her, but she didn't seem to listen, some of her black smoke snapping back and forth like an angry cat's tail.
He tilted his head and took a better look at Shizuo. The tear streaks on his cheeks and the red sclera of the eye were a strange thing to see on the face of Ikebukuro's strongest. He focused his attention on Kasuka, the broken right wrist immediately standing out even though it was covered by the fur of Izaya's jacket. He didn't know whether to admire Izaya for his ingenious cruelty or to feel just a tiny bit of pity towards Shizuo, but either way, Shizuo had to let go of Kasuka in order for him to take a better look at the broken appendage. "Shizuo," he said softly, but there was no reaction. "Shizuo!" he repeated, this time much louder, and for a fraction of a second he thought he saw Shizuo look his way. "SHIZUO! Snap out of it," he nearly shouted, but even that turned out to be fruitless. It was only when he gave the man a jab on the shoulder that Shizuo's eyes seemed to change their focus, dark golden orbs zero-ing in on him, the emptiness of that stare giving him the chills. Even you can break, huh?
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