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Force of Nature	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 6644 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Izaya spent the entire night curled into a tight ball, trembling, eyes glued to the door behind which the monster's brother slept. She knew that she could get out if she wanted, but to walk out of the apartment wearing something that resembled pajamas when the Yakuza were after her was like asking to get captured, and she most certainly did not wish to end up into Aozaki's hands again, especially when the man's dislike for her had been so obvious.
It was only after the sun rose and the light flooded the small room that she realized whose bedroom it was. The empty cigarette packs, the cartoon of milk forgotten on the far end of the small desk, as well as the clothes thrown on the chair, were proof that she was inside the beast's lair. Had she been able to move, she would've jumped to her feet and put some distance between herself and the bed, but she couldn't even lift her hands, let alone move her legs, her exhausted mind drowning in both terror and disgust. It felt like an eternity had passed before she managed to crawl out of the bed and towards the door, her legs trembling so badly that she had to grab onto different pieces of furniture in order to not collapse. She opened the door and nearly stumbled into the living room, Kasuka waking up as she passed him by in her desperate attempt to get to the kitchen and drink some much needed water, as well as splash some on her face.
"Are you okay?" he asked when he saw her wan face.
"No. I need some water," she spoke mechanically and continued to drag her weak body towards what she assumed was the kitchen.
Kasuka pushed the blanket away and got up, catching her arm and steadying her just as she was about to collapse. "I'll get it for you," he assured her after he helped her sit down in the armchair.
Izaya didn't protest and instead waited for the glass of water that her dehydrated body sorely needed. Regardless of her hatred for the younger Heiwajima, she was not so stupid as to refuse help when she needed it, even if said help came from an enemy. She knew that sometimes she had no choice but to swallow her pride if she wanted to survive, and at that moment, what she needed above everything else was some water.
Kasuka hurried back and handed her the glass, even though he doubted that she'd be able to hold it by herself. Luckily, it turned out he'd been wrong. "Should I call Shinra?" he asked and sat down on the couch, but he quickly dropped the matter when she slowly shook her head.
"I'm sorry about what happened last time we met." He now understood that what he did was wrong, especially when she was looking so fragile. He might've not been as emotional as most people, but he still couldn't stand the pitiful sight before his eyes, even if the woman he was feeling sorry for was none other than the one who'd tried to get Shizuo killed.
"I don't want to talk about that right now," she spoke in a tired voice.
"I understand."
"But there is something I need from you," she said as their eyes met.
Kasuka had to admit that he was surprised she was even talking to him, so he was a little curious to find out what her request was. "Of course. What do you need?"
"A phone."
"No problem," he answered and went to get the phone from the pocket of his jacket before coming back and handing it to her. He watched her grab it and then close her eyes, gripping it tightly as she most likely fought to gather her addled thoughts. "Is there anything you'd like to eat?"
"French toast," she answered weakly, not really expecting Kasuka to listen to her request. It was a bit amusing, now that she thought about it. Both Heiwajimas were idiots, and Kasuka, just like Shizuo, was most likely beating himself over his treatment of her. That was one of the reasons she'd always won against Shizuo ― except that one time when the monster caught her ― because Orihara Izaya never regretted anything. She sometimes questioned certain decisions she might've made, but that was different. She now knew that it'd been a bad idea to get Shizuo framed for those murders, but at the same time she'd enjoyed the protozoan's pain and distress as a result of her plan. With Kasuka into the kitchen, she opened her eyes, tilted her head and blankly stared at the phone for a few minutes until she finally figured out what she wanted.
She typed a long message and then sent it to Celty, sighing softly and hoping that the Dullahan would heed her request. She rotated her head towards the kitchen and wondered if Kasuka even knew how to cook. She knew that the former emotionless freak had a lot of hobbies, but she couldn't recall if cooking was one of them. She needed sustenance to gather her strength so that she could get out of there as soon as possible, and if the only way to get it was to eat Kasuka's french toast, then so be it. Her eyes drifted back to the phone in her hands, but she heard the door to the bedroom open and she snapped her head in that direction, the beast wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants besides the many bandages covering his chest and arms dragging his battered body out the door and taking a step in the direction of the bathroom before he finally noticed her.
"Izaya!" he gasped in surprise and froze in his tracks. "I... you're still here."
She fought to swallow the lump in her throat so that she could answer, and she hoped that her voice wouldn't tremble as badly as the rest of her body. There was nothing worse than being in the presence of an enemy while she was so vulnerable, and it was one of the things she feared the most. "I'll l-leave soon," she assured him, gripping the phone so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Shizuo leaned against the wall, grimacing, the stitches pulling at his skin in uncomfortable ways. "You're hurt too. Stay here until you get better. I won't hurt you, hell, I won't even get anywhere near you, I promise," he assured her with a forced smile on his face.
Izaya snorted weakly and shot him a nasty glare. She still couldn't get used to seeing the beast without the blonde locks, and it annoyed her because he looked so different from the man who'd hurt her more than anyone ever had. The guilty look, the black hair, the normal clothes, everything was so different from that monster, the one with the bartender uniform, blonde locks and a hateful gaze who had captured her and used her body for his own sick pleasure.
Seeing how she wasn't answering, Shizuo weakly pushed himself away from the wall and continued his trek towards the bathroom. He hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, so he felt exhausted, the idea of having a terrified Izaya inside the apartment preventing him from closing his eyes and getting some much needed rest. After he relieved himself, he washed his hands and tried to brush his teeth, but his limbs felt too weak so in the end he didn't spend as much time as he normally did before he left the bathroom and went back into the living room. He was a bit surprised to see that she was still there, until a cringing thought passed through his mind at the same time that red eyes rose and met his own. He sat down on the couch, but he made sure to keep his distance as much as he could. "You figured it out," he spoke sadly, but Izaya's confused expression convinced him to continue. "That it was my bedroom."
Ever so slowly, Izaya turned her head in the direction of that accursed room before bloodshot eyes met Shizuo's gaze. "Of course I did. It's disgusting after all, just like you," and her lips moved into a smirk when she saw the beast wince, as though the words had physically hurt him.
"At least it's better than the basement," he tried in an attempt to lighten the heavy atmosphere, but his smile was brittle and he had no doubt that she could see right through it.
"Oh, yes, at least we have that," she said mockingly and rolled her eyes, but the movement made her dizzy and she had to fight off a new wave of nausea. "But don't worry, I'll be out of your hair as soon as Celty comes over."
"Where will you go now that your home is gone?" Shizuo asked and hoped that she wouldn't snap at him again.
"You didn't honestly think that was my only apartment, did you, beast?" Izaya sneered and fought the temptation to hurl the phone at Shizuo's face. "Your fake concern is so disgusting that it's almost making me puke, so could you please stop it before I end up dirtying Shinra's carpet?"
Shizuo ran a shaky hand through his hair and silently gazed at Izaya, the abhorrence in her eyes only increasing his self-hatred. He still couldn't believe that he'd been so stupid as to take her against her will, but that was a mistake he'd have to live with for the rest of his life. "My concern isn't fake, and you know that. You know... how I... feel about you," he spoke softly, but the way she shuddered made him think that perhaps it'd been a bad idea to remind her of what they had talked about in that dirty basement when they both thought they might end up dead.
Izaya knew, but she'd hoped that if she pretended it never happened, the beast's love confession, or as close to one as he'd come, would somehow go away. "You don't do something like that to someone you like..."
"I know that now, I―" but the rest of the words got caught in his throat when Kasuka showed up with a plate of french toast and he placed it in Izaya's lap. Shizuo stared at the odd occurrence, finding it hard to believe that she'd accept anything coming from either of them, let alone nod a silent thank you to his little brother.
"Kasuka, can you give us a few minutes?" Shizuo asked and turned his attention back to Izaya when Kasuka went into the bedroom and closed the door behind him. "Listen, I―"
"I really don't care," Izaya said flatly and took a bite out of the french toast, all the while trying to forget who had made it for her.
"No, just listen," he pleaded. "I didn't know back then."
"Didn't know what, Shizu-chan?"
"How I felt about you. I thought I hated you... actually, I'm sure I did, more like half-hated you, but now I know that I've wanted you for a long time, and the hatred we shared pushed me to hurt you. I was so angry, thinking that you slept around... and when you saw me with that woman, you had no right to chase her away. I lost it, Izaya, I lost it completely," he confessed, and he bowed his head, unable to hold her gaze any longer.
Izaya took another bite from the french toast, and then another, her mind going in overdrive trying to find a way to respond to Shizuo's messed up confession. "Everything is so ironic, considering how I wasn't sleeping around," she sighed.
"I'm sorry I took something precious away from you."
Izaya burst into laughter, nearly chocking on a piece of toast in the process. "Ahh ha ha ha! I knew that Shizu-chan was stupid, but I never guessed that he could be this stupid. Precious? Ah ha ha! How... ridiculous," and she nearly hissed that last word when pain shot throughout her body because of the many injuries she was still sporting. "Let me make it clear, so that even your protozoic brain can understand. I don't care that you were the first. I love my humans equally, which is why I didn't care much to engage in sexual activities with any particular individual. I simply haven't yet found a man worthy of this Orihara Izaya. But you, you, Heiwajima Shizuo, are a disgusting animal, unworthy of touching me, and yet you had the audacity to not only rape me once, but twice, so perhaps, if you put your protozoic brain to work, you might understand why I loathe you so much," she finished, her voice dripping with hatred.
Shizuo didn't know how to reply to that, not in a way that it would make her feel better, so instead he swallowed his apologies, lowered his head and just stared at his bruised knuckles. An awkward silence settled over the living room, the only sounds breaking the silence being those of Izaya chewing on the toast that Kasuka had made for her. "If I could go back―"
"But you can't!" she interrupted him. "You can't go back and undo what you have done. Then again, perhaps I should be glad that I succeeded in making Ikebukuro's beast completely lose his temper. You now know, don't you, what kind of monster you are?"
Honey-brown eyes met red ones, and he slowly got up and took a step in her direction, and then another, until he was standing right in front of her. He could see how much she was struggling to keep her ground and to not run away, and he admired her for being so courageous even after he broke her in the worst possible way.
"I know," he said in an anguished voice as he dropped to his knees in front of her. "I'm so sorry. I know you'll never forgive me, but I still want you to know much I regret what I've done."
Izaya raised a hand and placed it on Shizuo's head, the flinch the touch was met with making a malicious smirk spread across her face. "I know," she said and gently ran her fingers through his now black locks. "I know that you're sorry, Shizu-chan, and I know how much you want forgiveness, but that is not something I will ever be able to grant you." Her smirk fell, and she moved her fingers down the side of face, across his jaw, until she gripped his chin and canted his head upwards. Even such a simple touch made her skin crawl, and she had to fight the tremors threatening to overcome her. "Would you kill for me?" she asked in a sweet voice.
"I've never killed anyone," he rushed to answer, his expression morphing into a frown.
"I know, but would you, if they were bad people? Would you kill someone who's a horrible human if I asked you to?" She tried again, and this time she ran the fingers of her other hand through Shizuo's hair in a soothing manner.
"Are you asking me to kill myself?" he inquired in a confused tone as he stared into Izaya's almost blood-like eyes.
"You may be a bad person, Shizu-chan, but no, I am not talking about you right now." Slowly, she moved her thumb until it touched his lips, and she ran it across them before finally posing her question. "Would you kill Aozaki for a kiss?" The way he tensed, as well as his soft gasp, almost made her laugh, but she somehow managed to hold it in. Taking advantage of his momentary shock, she leaned forward, until her lips were right beside his ear. "My lips are just as untouched as the rest of my body was before you tainted it," and she briefly brushed them across his cheek before pulling back and releasing him, Shizuo nearly slumping to the floor as though he was nothing more than a ragged doll whose strings had been cut.
Shizuo's first instinct had been to bark a definite no, but he bit his tongue and allowed himself a moment to dream of the kiss she'd promised if he were to turn into a murderer for her sake. He was certain that he would never kill anyone unless he had no choice, but that didn't stop him from imagining how it'd be like to kiss a willing Izaya, to press his own lips against her usually rosy, but currently pale ones, and then devour them into a passionate kiss.
"If you don't kill him, then he will kill me," she continued as she gazed into the honey-brown eyes that were a window to Shizuo's inner struggle. "No, he won't just kill me. You heard him, right? He'd first give me to his men. Shizu-chan, you know what that means, don't you? You know what they would do to me," she said in a fearful voice and hoped that her words would affect the beast. When Shizuo didn't answer, she got up, placed the plate on the coffee table and sat back down in the armchair before grabbing Shizuo's shoulder and pulling him into an embrace.
A shudder went through her body when Shizuo placed an arm around her waist for better balance, but she didn't push him away no matter how much she wished to do so. "It was one thing to get ruined by a beast, a worthy adversary, but if some humans would do that to me, I would die, Shizu-chan, I really would," she uttered in a soft, trembling voice and rested her chin on top of the head pressed to her bosom. "Kill him, Shizu-chan, so that he won't hurt either of us again."
As though he'd just awaken from a spell, Shizuo's eyes opened and he abruptly pulled away, almost scrambling backwards when his eyes fell on her malicious smile. "This is a sick game you're playing," he hissed and pushed himself up, Izaya following his example and standing up as well.
"It's not a game, Shizu-chan," Izaya assured him, but her words were met with an angry growl and a terrifying glare. "Aozaki will never stop hunting us, especially since he seems to hate the both of us so much."
"I'll prove my innocence and he'll leave us alone," Shizuo said, but he didn't really believe his own words. He couldn't be sure if Aozaki would still go after Izaya, but he knew for certain that the Blue Demon would never stop hunting him.
Izaya folded her arms across her chest and shook her head in a disappointed manner. "Keep telling yourself that, if it'll make you feel better."
"I won't kill anyone for you, you twisted bitch," Shizuo growled and tightly clenched his hands into fists in an attempt to not grab her and throw her out of the apartment.
"I can't believe you just said that," she gasped in mock-surprise. "Well, the offer still stands," Izaya informed him, smirking, before she turned around and went back to the room in which she'd spent the night.
Shizuo allowed his heated body to slump on the couch, already yearning for more contact with the woman who had just tried to play him into killing another person. He just stood there for a long time, not even bothering to talk to Kasuka when his little brother sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. It was only when he saw Celty walk in a couple of hours later that he mumbled a hello but didn't say anything else because he knew how disappointed the Dullahan was in him.
"You're finally here," Izaya greeted her the moment the door opened and Celty walked in. "Did you bring me the stuff I asked for?" she inquired and then smiled and rubbed her hands together before she proceeded to pull out the clothing articles that Celty bought for her in a rush.
[ I hope they are okay. ]
Izaya inspected them and smiled. "They're perfect. Thank you so much, Celty," she chirped and hugged the Dullahan. "How about the other things I asked for?"
Celty handed her a smaller bag and then pointed to the box near the bed's footboard. [ I hope I didn't forget anything. ]
"You got everything. I'll pay you as soon as I can."
[ No problem. Will you be all right? I can't stay, I'm sorry. ]
"I'll be fine," Izaya assured her and then proceeded to get undressed the moment Celty was out the door. She didn't mind postponing her complaints to Celty and Shinra about the two of them leaving her with the Heiwajima monsters, not when she didn't want to spend another second in that apartment.
She concluded that the shower could wait, so she applied some concealer on her face, neck and hands to hide the bruises before she slipped out of the pajamas and got dressed with the clothes Celty brought.
Shizuo's jaw nearly dropped about half an hour later when the door to his bedroom opened and Izaya walked out looking hotter than he ever remember seeing her, even though she wasn't really showing any skin.
Instead of the usual clothes she wore, this time around she was dressed in a pair of shorts and her legs were covered by thigh-high black socks. The boots stopped just below the knee, and a tight t-shirt now covered her torso. She wasn't showing any cleavage, but she looked ravishing nonetheless. She was wearing a long, black coat instead of the fur-trimmed jacket, but the biggest surprise had to be the long hair and the black-framed glasses that gave the whole thing an elegant look. Shizuo could hardly breathe as he devoured her with eyes filled with desire, and he had to fight off the impulse to put his hands on the beautiful woman that was Orihara Izaya.
"Are you done gaping?" she asked and rolled her eyes.
"W-What?" Shizuo stuttered.
Izaya sighed before she slipped her hands into the pockets of her coat and headed towards the door.
"Wait!" Shizuo said, barely stopping himself from going after her. "You can't go out like this in the middle of the day. People will recognize you!"
"No, they won't. Sometimes, the best way to hide is to get attraction. No one would suspect someone who isn't hiding at all," Izaya spoke and then gave them a smirk over her shoulder before she walked out of the apartment and into the street.
Her objective was to get home safely, well, her other home, and then see if she could contact the man who had previously informed her about the hit on the spies. Until then, her priority was to not collapse in the middle of the street as she made her way towards the train station. Every bone and muscle in her body hurt, but at least she was alive, and that was more than she could ask for after the whole Awakusu-kai fiasco.
Those foolish Yakuza would pay for their mistake of messing with Orihara Izaya.
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