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Blind Fury	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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It was getting dark outside when the rain finally stopped pouring over Ikebukuro, a thick fog quickly settling over the city. There weren’t many people on the streets, but the bone-chilling cold wasn’t something that could keep someone like Orihara Izaya away from his beloved humans. He usually had ulterior motives for showing up in Ikebukuro, like feeding Shizuo's enmity towards him out of pure, twisted amusement or trying to start a gang war, but this time around he was hoping not to run into the man because he was enjoying his evening stroll. Out of nowhere, he felt a sense of foreboding as a chill ran down his spine, and he knew it wasn't from the cold the moment he got hit by a vending machine, his body flying unceremoniously through the air before he fell head first into concrete, the unconventional weapon having been savagely thrown at him by none other than Heiwajima Shizuo, the only human that Izaya could never love.

"IIIZAAAAYAAAA!" a monstrous voice boomed throughout the street, Ikebukuro's beast heading towards him with quick edgy strides.

Ignoring the pain that bloomed inside his brain the moment his head violently collided with the ground, Izaya struggled to get up before the beast would catch him and tear him apart, the man's antics never failing to amuse him regardless of the pain he was in. He pulled out with a shaky hand the switchblade he always carried with him in the right pocket of his coat and he spun around, brown-red eyes falling on the incarnation of Wrath stomping towards him. "Ahh, Shizu-cha~an! I had a feeling it was you," he greeted in a singsong voice, knowing that the sound alone would grate on his archenemy's nerves.

With his control hanging on nothing more than a thread, Shizuo barely managed to stop before reaching Izaya. To put into words how angry the flea's mere presence made him was impossible, so he tightly shut his eyes and took a deep breath in order to be able to speak as opposed to mindlessly charge forward. "I thought I told you to stay out of Ikebukuro,” he finally snarled, honey-colored eyes opening and boring holes into his foe.

Izaya snickered, their routine always starting with the same words they had told each other a thousand times before. "Ah, but Shizu-chan, when have I ever listened to you?"

Unsurprisingly, the meager control Shizuo had shattered the moment the insect's words reached his ears. "Kill! Kill! Kill!" he chanted through clenched teeth like it was some sort of mantra while his body shook in uncontrolled rage.

One glance at the barely leashed fury in the beast's gaze told Izaya that was his queue for getting the hell out of there, so without further delay he spun around and started running in the opposite direction, the force of nature that was Heiwajima Shizuo hot on his heels. If this was any other day, he would’ve lost Shizuo in a matter of minutes, but this time around it felt different. For some peculiar reason, Shizuo seemed much faster and angrier than usual, and as though such a thing wasn't already bad enough, Izaya was having a hard time avoiding the obstacles in his path, his head injury throwing off his balance to the point that he could no longer effortlessly flip, twirl or soar through the air the way he usually did. His headache also kept growing in intensity the more he ran and he knew that he couldn't afford to play with Ikebukuro’s beast while possibly sporting a concussion. Knowing from experience that Shizuo didn't usually bother to chase him outside of Ikebukuro, he concluded that the best way to get rid of him was to go back to Shinjuku.

With that thought in mind he turned left and jumped over a fence to put some distance between himself and his pursuer, almost twisting his ankle in the process when he roughly landed on the other side. He heard a loud noise from behind him and he smiled, immediately assuming that the brute had most likely brought down the fence instead of jumping over it because Shizuo was like a tornado knocking down everything in its path. Mind going in overdrive to find a way to escape, he finally remembered there was a building with a back exit nearby, so he took a sudden left and rushed towards it, hoping to lose Shizuo through the intricate hallways. He dashed through the front door and continued to sprint, their rushed footsteps resonating throughout the empty hallways.

Unfortunately, Shizuo was unyielding in his thirst for blood and Izaya was starting to worry that he wouldn't be able to escape the man hunting him after the beast had almost succeeded in getting his monstrous hands on him a few times. To his chagrin, all his attempts at losing Shizuo by the time he reached the back exit had miserably failed. “Shizu-can is being so persistent today~!” he said out loud, annoyed that his stroll through Ikebukuro had ended in such a fiasco.

“You have no idea, flea!” Shizuo roared and threw a trash can at Izaya, hoping to smack the insect straight into that messed up head of his.

Izaya chuckled as he elegantly evaded it even though he was starting to feel faint from being chased for so long by the relentless beast behind him. “Tsk, tsk, that’s not good enough, Shizu-cha~an! You’re going to have to try harde~er!” he sang, noting with some amusement that his bad habit of taunting the man each time they ran into each other was clearly impossible to get rid of.

Behind him, Shizuo was fuming, his frustration increasing exponentially after each failed attempt because every time he got close enough to catch the flea, Izaya would somehow manage to slip through his fingers. If only he could somehow catch the bastard, he would make him pay; he would kick that scrawny ass until the insect couldn’t get up anymore and just couldn't talk back to him. Unable to think straight anymore, he roared as he grabbed the nearest street sign and swung it left and right in a frenzy, trying to land a hit on the slippery bastard.

Izaya evaded each hit, this time a bit slower than before, and kept on running through the narrow streets for a while, doing his best to throw the beast off his scent. He was starting to feel like a hunted animal and he couldn't remember ever getting this impression during any of his previous bouts with Shizuo. He grit his teeth harder in frustration and tried to further increase his velocity while his heart beat wildly inside his rib cage from the sheer effort it took to run at such speed while feeling queasy.

After a while, he chanced a look backwards and sighed in relief when he saw that he had finally succeeded in losing Shizuo, but he didn't stop yet, wanting to put some distance between himself and the beast before finally slowing down and walking at a normal pace. He sighed in relief when he realized what a close call it'd been and he couldn't help but wonder just what might've happened to make Shizuo so much angrier than usual. It seemed to have had something to do with him, but he couldn’t remember doing anything in particular that day to piss off the beast except for showing up in Ikebukuro, but that was the norm by then. His hand went up to gingerly touch the injury on his head, but he ended up wincing every time his fingertips made contact with the swollen skin. Unfortunately, he was so distracted that he didn’t notice any presence nearby until it was too late and he was grabbed by the neck, pulled into an alley, and slammed into the brick wall hard enough to knock the air out of his lungs.

“I’ve finally caught you, bastard,” Shizuo growled, his expression bordering on insanity as he glared at his enemy with all the cruelty in the world. He tightened his hold around Izaya's neck and pushed harder, almost squashing him between his body and the wall. Now that the insect was finally in his grasp, at his mercy, he would not let him go without breaking every bone in that body. He could already picture it in his mind, all the ways in which he would make him scream in agony, but the euphoric moment didn’t last long because the silence was shattered by Izaya who started tittering, the suppressed snigger blowing into full-fledged laughter in a matter of seconds.

“What now, Shizu-chan? Are you going to kill me?” Izaya inquired in a derisive tone after he'd finally stopped laughing. He knew that Ikebukuro's beast was a lot of things, but a murderer was not one of them.

Snarling, Shizuo kept squeezing the frail neck until the previously pale face started turning blue. He couldn't understand how Izaya could still laugh in his face after being caught, the man's attitude making him wonder if perhaps Izaya had lost his mind. It was a child's play for him to break the flea's neck as if it were a twig, and yet Izaya didn't seem to comprehend the danger he was in. Reluctantly, Shizuo loosened his grip, barely restraining himself from wringing the bastard's neck once and for all.

“Do you want to know what I think?” Izaya continued after he'd finally stopped wheezing, his lips set into a malicious smirk. “I have a feeling that Shizu-chan can’t kill anyone because he’s all bark and no bite.”

Shizuo once again tightened his grip around Izaya’s neck but otherwise remained silent, a violent storm going on inside his mind. He knew the man was taunting him because that was what Izaya always did whenever they ran into each other, but it still annoyed him to see how easily he could get riled up, like the flea knew exactly which buttons to push in order to make him lose his sanity and send him into a murderous frenzy. His eyes narrowed into slits and he stared at the insect, trying to decide what to do next.

Irritated that Shizuo was just scowling at him instead of doing something, Izaya started struggling in the hope of somehow freeing himself from the brutish grip so that he could get away from there, but no matter how hard he tried to push him away he was unsuccessful, the task of shoving Ikebukuro's beast away from his person being no easier than trying to move a mountain. Jaw stiffening, he glared back at the man as the prolonged silence somehow made him nervous; after all, it wasn't in the beast's nature to hold him there against the wall without doing anything.

The sound of a thunder splitting the sky in half seemed to have finally snapped Shizuo from wherever his mind had been wandering because he peeled Izaya off the wall and dragged him towards the far end of the alley where he shoved him off roughly before backing away just a bit. Izaya raised his head and looked up into his enemy’s eyes, a shiver running down his spine when he saw the way in which they shun into the darkness of the night. He despised feeling trapped, so he pushed himself to his feet, took out the switchblade from inside the pocket of his coat and pointed it in his opponent’s direction, ready to fight his way out of there through whatever means necessary. “Shizu-chan is being awfully quiet tonight,” he observed, frowning.

Shizuo glowered at the disgusting insect before him and shoved quivering hands inside the pockets of his pants before taking a deep breath and looking up at the murky sky. “I hate you, flea,” he finally said through clenched teeth and lowered his eyes until they made contact with Izaya’s brown-red ones. “I hate you so much that I can barely restrain myself from tearing you apart right now.” He withdrew his cigarettes and lighter from his pockets and flicked open the lighter, the flame dancing for a moment before it wavered in the draft and forced him to cup a hand and incline his head in order to light up the cigarette. Smirking, he took a drag from it, the fire flickering in the darkness and reflecting into Izaya's rusty-red, almost blood-colored eyes. "You'll never even think of coming back to Ikebukuro after tonight," he announced in a confident tone as he pushed the lighter and the cigarette pack back into his pocket before advancing towards Izaya like a predator closing in on its cornered prey.

Izaya dashed forward and tried to thrust the blade into Shizuo’s chest the second he sensed the bloodlust, but his attack failed miserably because of how dizzy he was feeling and he ended up getting viciously punched in the face. He nearly blacked out with how hard he'd been hit, but he clung to consciousness and went for a second attack which unfortunately proved to be nothing more than a fruitless attempt when his wrist was caught and almost crushed by a strong hand, his own fingers loosening around the handle of the switchblade until the weapon fell from his hand and hit the wet pavement with a loud clack. He tried to wring himself out of the iron grip, but Shizuo kept twisting his arm until he was forced to get down on his knees to avoid getting it fractured, the humiliating position increasing the already deep ire he held for the man towering over him. This hurts, he thought, but he still craned his head upwards and gazed defiantly into Shizuo's hateful eyes.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" Shizuo snarled and raised his arm to bash the louse's head in, but his fist halted in mid-air when Izaya's tongue darted forward to lick the split bloody lip. An unexpected wave of lust hit him so hard that he nearly staggered backwards in shock, but he didn't and instead shook his head in an attempt to snap out of it. When that didn't work, he tried to inhale some much needed air, but his breath hitched when Izaya used his free hand to wipe some of the blood away, the accursed flea only succeeding in further smearing it across his lips. He felt the world starting to spin around him for what felt like an eternity and then finally go back into focus when Izaya's voice sliced through the fog in his mind.

"Aww, Shizu-chan, that was not very nice of you. You know how much it hurts my feelings when you get so rough with me for no reason,“ he jeered, struggling to keep his voice steady even though he was in a lot of pain because of the way in which the man kept squeezing his wrist.

"I have plenty of reasons to bash your head in. Besides, how can I hurt something that never existed to begin with?" Shizuo muttered through too dry lips, still somewhat startled by his body's messed up reaction. No matter how he looked at it, something was very wrong with him if the quickly hardening shaft in his pants was any indication. He shook his head, refusing to admit that he got turned on by the sight of a bloody and defeated Orihara Izaya kneeling at his feet.

"Now you're just being mean," Izaya replied after a while, pouting.

"This is it, flea, it’s now or never. Just as you are now, on your knees in front of me, sincerely apologize for all the shit you’ve done to me over the years and I’ll let you go.”

Izaya burst into laughter for a second time that night. “Shizu-chan is being really silly if he thinks that I will ever apologize to him. I have done nothing that warrants an apology," he chirped. He had to admit that the beast's request was the funniest thing he'd heard in quite a while.

"Except for ruining my life, but you don’t seem to give a shit about it," barked a seething Shizuo as he grabbed Izaya by the hood of his coat, yanked him up after loosening his grip on the bruised wrist and then knocked their heads together as hard as he could.

Izaya hanged there limply in Shizuo’s grasp for a few seconds, until his vision came back into focus and he saw the switchblade shine at their feet. He elbowed Shizuo in the chin in an attempt to free himself, but the man crashed a knee into his chest so viciously that Izaya felt one or more of his ribs crack under the monstrous force behind the blow, the violent action successfully stopping him from reaching the weapon. He staggered backwards, gasping in both pain and shock, and there was nothing he could've done to stop the beast before it grabbed the knife and stomped towards him. He tried to get away, but Shizuo caught him and covered his mouth with one hand, using the other one to shove him into the wall. As expected, his broken rib or ribs protested at the savage treatment, and he found himself suffocating from lack of air.

Consumed by hatred and mindless rage, Shizuo drove the knife into Izaya’s thigh deep enough to feel its tip grate against the leg's bone. He didn't stop there, he couldn't; he wanted the louse to suffer more, just as he had suffered over the years as a result of the bastard's schemes. Gazing into Izaya's wide and terrified eyes, he released his hold on the switchblade still deeply embedded into a quivering thigh and took a drag from the cigarette hanging loosely between his lips before he blew the smoke into the insect's face and pressed the burning tip against the pale neck, the smaller body twitching in pain as the once flawless skin sizzled under the scorching heat. He didn't know why he felt the need to do that, but the way Izaya's expression twisted into one of fear and agony only made him want to hurt the insect more.

Izaya was in too much of a daze to be able to think of anything else besides the burning pain radiating from his thigh and neck, the sensation only intensifying the moment the blade was wrenched out of his leg. He was vaguely aware that Shizuo was pushing him down on the ground and then turning him face down, every movement making the pain a thousand times worse. He almost felt relief when he finally stopped moving, but the feeling was soon replaced by dread when his head was yanked backwards and he felt the cold metallic edge of his own switchblade being pressed against his throat.

“I gave you a chance to walk away,” Shizuo growled, drowning in a sea of hatred, “but you laughed in my face instead of taking it.”

Even through the agonizing pain, Izaya still managed to laugh at the words being spoken to him. As expected, the sharp edge of the blade swayed for a moment before being pushed harder into his skin, forcing Izaya to stand still in order to not get his throat slashed by the maddened beast. If Shizuo thought that he would beg for mercy, then the beast had another thing coming. "A-and I'll k-keep laughing," he tried to taunt him in a cheerful tone, but his voice shook with the effort it took to speak.

Being the gasoline thrown into the fire that his hatred for the man was, Izaya's words made Shizuo's body quake in blind fury, and with the battle against the last traces of his control lost, he removed the switchblade from the pale throat and banged the man's head so hard into the pavement that a few droplets of blood spattered on the wet stone surface where they mixed with the rain water. “This is exactly what I mean. You’re a bastard, Izaya," he growled, "but you know what? If you keep fucking with people, one of these days you'll get fucked in return. As a matter of fact, today is such a day.”

Izaya didn't know what Shizuo meant until he felt his coat and shirt being roughly pushed up his body. Confused, he froze for a second, after which he started to struggle for all he was worth as the wheels in his brain finally started to turn. No way, he thought, a faint sound of disbelief slipping past his lips. He tried to throw the beast off of him, but Shizuo twisted his left arm behind his back, successfully subduing him once again. Is he really going to―

Panicking, he tried to scratch Shizuo’s face when the beast got close to his ear, but instead of injuring his attacker he got his right hand caught by the blond who twisted it until the wrist broke with a sickening crunch. Izaya screamed, the broken appendage being released in favor of covering his mouth with bruising force in order to muffle the pained screams. Only when what would've been piercing cries finally died down did the hand retract and made its way down his back and towards his pants. “S-Shizuo, you c-can’t do t-this,“ he stammered, dreading what would happen if the beast didn't stop.

“Shut up!” Shizuo ordered, fingers curling around Izaya's belt.

“You can’t do this!!”

“I said shut the fuck up!” he snarled and ripped Izaya's belt off before he proceeded to tug down the man's pants and briefs.

“Are you insane?!” screeched the Informant, Shizuo's incongruous intentions completely throwing him off.

Yeah, flea, I’m insane, you made me this way. This is your fault. If only you had left me alone... If only you didn't fucking exist, he bellowed inside his head because he couldn't stop his body from needing to fuck Izaya into the ground any more than he couldn't stop it from wrecking havoc whenever mindless rage took over and he felt the urge to crush something, someone, anyone.

"Shizuo!" Izaya shouted, hoping to somehow wake him up from the insanity plaguing that brutish mind. "T-This is too much even for you!" he continued, his trembling voice giving away the fear he felt seeping through his veins.

"Shut the fuck up, Izaya!" roared Ikebukuro's beast. "Fucking flea," he continued, "I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget." His own words sounded foreign, disturbing, like someone else was speaking, but it wasn't enough to deter him. There was also an inner voice begging him to stop before it was too late, and yet the words couldn't reach him when his ears pounded with the sound of his own blood, and the hatred for the man and the desire to destroy him were stronger than his wish to not be a monster. It was easier to succumb to the madness than to fight it.

The sounds of Shizuo's buckle unfastening almost made Izaya whimper, the belt's ominous rattling noise making the whole situation that much more real and terrifying. "S-Shi-zu―" he started and then nearly whimpered again when he heard the zipper being lowered before he felt the beast's hard member prod his backside. Completely panicking, he started struggling again, knowing what to expect if he couldn't reason his way out of it. Not even someone like him deserved such a fate. "I don't de―" was the only thing he managed to say before Shizuo covered his mouth with bruising force and brutally thrust into him. He shrieked into the hand covering his mouth as he felt his body being speared through, his fearless facade instantly getting obliterated by the intense torrent of anguish shattering his mind.

Above him, Shizuo groaned, teeth grinding harder against each other the further he tried to push himself in. Once he could go no further, he pulled out agonizingly slow and then buried himself deeper with each new thrust until he was fully sheathed inside Izaya and the flea's bottom was pressed against his hips. He stilled for a few seconds, panting heavily, until he regained his control and started violently thrusting in and out of the quivering body, determined to make the insect regret ever fucking with him; until the 'great' Informant begged for mercy.

Izaya's smaller body convulsed in agony, hot white pain incinerating him from the inside while his resolution to not show his enemy any tears quickly broke with each new vicious thrust. The overwhelming stench of blood made him feel nauseous, and the wetness between his legs, as well as the squishing noise he could hear each time Shizuo thrust into him served as a clear indication that he was bleeding, the tissue tearing being the only way to accommodate the monstrous piece of flesh sliding in and out of him.

“How does it feel to be fucked raw by the person you hate the most?” Shizuo hissed the question through gritted teeth.

Izaya's indignation reached monumental heights, and the sheer disgrace of it all riled him up. He started struggling with renewed strength, but his frantic attempts at freeing himself quickly turned out to be futile when Shizuo twisted his arm harder and shoved himself in with a brutal jab. A keening sound spilled through bloody lips at the unexpected force of the thrust and Izaya immediately cursed himself for his mistake, the unintentional pathetic display he had just shown his enemy only serving to further heighten his misery.

“Broken already, flea?"

“No, no, of c-course not, Shizu-chan, I’m m-merely waiting f-for you to r-resume our sweet love-making,” Izaya sniffled, his voice faltering a little as he breathed out. He was struggling to sound as indifferent as possible, all the while fighting not to break into sobbing as he couldn't even move an inch without feeling that hot pulsating rod painfully rub against his torn inner walls.

Shizuo stilled for a moment, his muscles tensing. He couldn't believe that the flea still dared act so defiant. "You little shit, just die!” he viciously spat out the words.

Izaya couldn’t fight anymore. Everything hurt, especially his pride, and he was painfully reminded of the difference in strength when Shizuo tightened the hold he had on his left wrist and resumed his earlier activity of brutally pounding into him. Jaw stiffening, he refused to beg for mercy, the only proof of his agony being a lone tear running down his cheek. When it came to brute strength, he was no match for Ikebukuro’s beast, and all he could do was lay there in a humiliating state of complete helplessness, waiting for Shizuo to finish and leave him the fuck alone. The pain alone was excruciating, but the knowledge of what was being done to him was unbearable.

Maddened by the hatred he felt towards his enemy, Shizuo pushed Izaya's bleeding head into the wet concrete, released the frail wrist, seized a slender hip and pulled it up until the flea was on his knees, subsequently putting more strain on the injured leg. Satisfied with the new position, he continued from where he'd left off, trying to engrave the pain in every inch of that pale body so that the insect would never be able to forget.

"Ahh... h-hurts," Izaya sniveled between thrusts when the air wasn’t being knocked out of his lungs while his left hand clawed at the ground in an attempt to get away from the onslaught of pain.

“It’s supposed to hurt, you dumb fuck!” Shizuo sneered and pushed Izaya’s head harder into the pavement.

“My leg, it hurts!!” Izaya shrieked between breaths that sounded like sobs. It was too much, it hurt too much, he just wanted it to stop. Unable to withstand the pain any longer, he finally allowed his tears to freely roll down his face.

Shizuo didn’t say anything. Instead, Izaya felt the fingers in his hair tighten, his head being lifted into the air and then slammed so ruthlessly into the ground that a strangled cry escaped him as pain bloomed into his brain, his vision wavering and darkness creeping in at the edges of his awareness. Cold tendrils of genuine fear started spreading throughout his body at the terrifying thought that Shizuo might really kill him before everything was over and a maelstrom of emotions assaulted his addled mind at the idea of dying such a horrible death. He sobbed as fresh pain radiated up his spine, Shizuo's brutal thrusts increasing in both viciousness and speed.

Please finish already, please stop, please let me go, he wanted to say, but he never did, the only thing stopping him from doing so being the last remnants of his crushed pride and his hatred towards Shizuo as he struggled with everything he had to deny Ikebukuro’s beast the pleasure of knowing just how badly he had broken him. After what felt like an eternity, when Izaya knew that he wouldn’t last for much longer before reaching his limit and giving the beast what he wanted, Shizuo rammed into him hard enough to send him scraping along the ground and then buried himself deep within before finally coming with a deafening roar, pulling a few strands of hair and almost shattering a heavily bruised hip in the process. The sound sliced through Izaya's hazy consciousness like a blade and he couldn't help but let the loud pained cry climbing up his throat burst through bloody split lips.

He felt cold, dead, even though the unbearable pain told him that he was still alive, and intense abhorrence welled up within him at the thought of the beast’s seed coating his torn insides. As soon as Shizuo's hold on him loosened he willed himself to move forward with his still working arm and leg, the need to do something, anything, to regain any shred of dignity spurring him on. The feeling of Shizuo’s member sliding out of him, followed by his own blood and the man's seed gushing out of his torn hole made a nauseating feeling burn through the pit of his stomach. At that point, it was no wonder that his face was slick with tears from the emotional upheaval and the unbearable pain he had been forced to endure at the hands of such a monster. He heard the brute curse and he turned around on instinct, only to regret it when his red-rimmed and bloodshot eyes were met with the sight of Shizuo tucking the bloody softening member into his pants. The world swirled around him and he collapsed on the cold cement, his arms unable to support his upper body any longer while his exhausted mind was tempted to sink into the sluggishness and to let go until his consciousness plummeted into darkness.

Disgusting, was the word that kept repeating itself into a loop inside his mind while he scrunched his eyes in order to chase away the accursed image. He twitched at the memory of the stabbing pain that bloody thing made him feel, and when he couldn't get rid of it, he opened his eyes, trying to blink away the blurriness of his vision only to lock them with the one who had done such an unforgivable thing to him, the man's honey-brown eyes boring into his dark, almost red ones so intensely that Izaya felt as though he was suffocating. He was too afraid to even breathe, terrified that if he moved a single muscle he would provoke the beast into finishing him off, so they stayed like that for a while, the world freezing around them until the monster finally broke eye contact.

"Now we're even," Shizuo informed him just before he turned around and started walking away, the sounds of footsteps splashing on wet pavement painfully resonating throughout Izaya’s distressed mind.

Eyelids fluttering shut, Izaya took a few ragged breaths, finding it hard to believe that he had succeeded in surviving the ordeal. Finally alone, he thought, his lower lip quivering as he curled in on himself, wild shivers wracking his frail frame and his body starting to go into shock. Even? No, Heiwajima Shizuo, we're not even, not even close. There's a chasm between what I've done to you over the years and what you just did to me.
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