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Blind Fury	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 23 - The Apparition
So cold, Izaya thought dejectedly as he walked from the subway station back to his apartment. He knew that he should've taken a taxi, but he wasn't in a rush to get home, not when his formerly beloved sanctuary was now nothing more than a place where he spent so many sleepless nights, his mind plagued by nightmares as the memories of the pain and the fear Shizuo had inflicted on him kept him twisting and turning in his bed. The beast had not only invaded his body, but his mind as well, and that's why he wanted to break him just as he himself had been broken. It took him a long time to get Slon interested in Kasuka, and yet, after so much time and effort spent, he hadn't been able to go through with it. Having Slon do to Kasuka the same thing that Shizuo had done to him would've been the perfect way to break the beast once and for all, but sadly, he ended up ruining his own plan.
Izaya hadn't know the meaning of the word 'fear' until that fateful night, at least not in the same sense that most people would describe it. Whenever the beast used to chase him around Ikebukuro, what he felt was excitement. Most of the times he was careful to pull the strings from a safe distance, but sometimes he loved taking chances, and fighting a monster was always a risk, the possibility of ending up with more than a broken limb being very high. While it was fun to send people after Shizuo and watch as the beast wiped the floor with his opponents, there was just something fascinating about seeing up close how that scowling expression would morph into one of pure rage. Izaya knew that no one could, and would not rile the beast as much as he did, because Shizuo was not someone to be played with, which is why most people didn't even dare entertain such thoughts, but he was Orihara Izaya, and fighting a beast like Heiwajima Shizuo only served to prove how superior he was when compared to the rest of humanity. It really came as no surprise when he heard that he was considered as one of Ikebukuro's strongest, because he was, after all, one of the few people who could stand up to Heiwajima Shizuo and walk away mostly unharmed. He had been wrong though, thinking that he wouldn't get hurt, and because of his mistake, he ended up paying a heavy price.
To think that he would feel pity for the beast's emotionless freak of a brother was ludicrous, shameful really. He felt like screaming for falling prey to such a pathetic human emotion, for failing to take the perfect revenge. The whole situation was infuriating, that was the only way he could describe it. Stupid, weak, coward, former shadow of the great Orihara Izaya, how dare you take away the only thing that could've made everything go back to normal? He sighed and ran a hand through his now too long hair, realizing that he should probably get a haircut soon. At least he was close to his apartment, and there was nothing more that he wanted to do than to get some sleep, or at least try to anyway. Just lying in bed would be enough, his tired body in serious need of some rest.
It was long after midnight when he approached his apartment building, the sight of Kasuka still dressed in his clothes and sitting on the steps shocking him enough to make him stop in his tracks. His eyes narrowed in contempt, and he had to force himself to approach him. "Why are you here?" he hissed after he stopped in front of the beast's brother.
Kasuka didn't say anything. Instead, he put down the now empty plastic container of the pudding he had just finished eating, grabbed a paper bag from the plastic one he was holding around the arm with the broken wrist, and then moved to hand it to Izaya.
Izaya's brows furrowed in confusion. "What―"
"Take it," said Kasuka, emphasizing his words with a flick of the wrist.
Izaya stared at it for a while before he scowled and finally grabbed it with more force than was necessary. "What is this?" he asked, cautiously turning the bag around.
"A bun," said Kasuka, his voice as monotone as always.
"A bun..." Izaya repeated, dumbfounded, his eyes wide as he stared at Kasuka.
"Yes."
His eyes traveled to the bag again, and he opened it slowly, as though he was afraid that something would pop right out of it and bite his hand off, only to blink in astonishment when he really found a bun inside. Flabbergasted, he looked at Kasuka again. "Why are you giving me a bun?"
Kasuka finally raised his head, half-closed brown eyes meeting wide red ones. "There was pudding too, but I got really hungry while waiting, so I ate it."
Izaya blinked some more. What the― His eyes narrowed and he glared at Kasuka with outright suspicion, his lips quirking up in a manic smile. "You poisoned this, didn't you?"
Kasuka looked at him impassively before picking up the empty plastic container, putting it inside the plastic bag, and then getting up and looking Izaya straight in the eyes. "I'm not a murderer Orihara-san, but if you really must know why I gave you a bun, the answer is quite simple."
Izaya folded his arms in front of his chest, bag still hanging in his left hand. "Please, do tell."
"I thought you might be hungry, that's all."
"Why would you think that?" he asked, voice low and dangerous.
"Because I was too."
Izaya had to shake his head just to snap back to reality. Something so crazy was obviously not happening, which meant that he must've passed out somewhere between Ikebukuro and Shinjuku, it was the only reasonable explanation. He had to be dreaming, because there was no way in hell that Shizuo's brother would show up dressed in his clothes and offer him a bun. No, not happening. I have to wake―
"Orihara-san, are you all right?" Kasuka asked when he saw the Informant shaking his head and mumbling something unintelligible.
"Gah!" Izaya nearly screamed and took a step backwards, seriously starting to question his sanity. No matter how much he pinched himself or shook his head, Heiwajima Kasuka was still there, which only meant that he was, in fact, not dreaming. "Why are you here?!" he asked in an embarrassingly high-pitched tone.
"I'm here to talk," said Kasuka as he dusted himself off.
Izaya chuckled darkly, eyebrow twitching in annoyance. "Ah, so you're here to complain about how I almost got you raped."
"No," he said, just before he went to drop the bag into the nearest trash can. He wasn't surprised that Izaya was suspicious of him, but the man was clearly overreacting. He couldn't really blame him though, because as an Informant, it was his job to be suspicious of everyone and everything. Once he got rid of the trash, he went back and extended his hand.
Izaya glowered, angry at not only the beast's brother, but also at himself for being unable to read such an odd creature. "What?!" he snapped, his eyes boring holes into the pale, yet slightly bruised hand.
"If you don't want to eat it, give it back."
Izaya quirked an eyebrow. "It really is just a bun?"
Kasuka nodded.
"Prove it," said Izaya, smirking dangerously as he pulled the bun out of the bag and handed half of it to the emotionless monster who kept staring at him as though everything was perfectly normal.
Kasuka took a bite out of it and chewed slowly, his eyes never leaving Izaya's face. "Orihara-san, did you really think that I had poisoned it?"
Izaya tried to keep a straight face, but it was hard to do so in front of such an emotionless freak, so instead he smiled sardonically. "Would it be so wrong of me to assume such a thing? I believe that you would go to any lengths to protect your brother, just as he would for you. Monsters really do stick together, don't they?" He was hoping that his comment would get a reaction out of Kasuka, but the only thing the emotionless creature did was stare at him indifferently while eating the bun. Izaya had never wanted to bash someone's head in as much as he wanted right at that moment. How can he be so different from the beast?
"Your turn," said Kasuka and waited to see what the other would do. He expected Izaya to be more composed, but the man was so easy to read that Kasuka had a hard time believing this was the same monster that Shizuo kept complaining about for years.
Izaya stared at the bun, lips set into a thin smile. It was obviously a challenge, and Orihara Izaya was not one to back down when it came to one. If the bun had indeed been poisoned, Kasuka would've started showing signs, emotionless freak or not. No one would be able to stay indifferent in the face of death, especially when it came to poison, which was supposedly very painful, or at least that's what he heard, and he made a mental note to seek information on different types of poison and their effects as soon as he had some free time. Unless, of course, the freak was planning to take both of them out with a type of poison that had a delayed effect. He gave that idea some thought before he dismissed it once he concluded that Kasuka's death would break the beast, which meant that the younger Heiwajima would not do such a thing if it meant hurting his brother, even if that meant losing the perfect chance to keep Shizuo safe from his nemesis. "You know, I dislike sweets," he said, slightly entertained by the whole situation. "Don't you find it amusing that the person I despise the most in the whole wide world loves them so much?"
"What do you like?" Kasuka asked, because he could not comprehend how anyone could hate sweets.
"I prefer my food to taste bitter," said Izaya and bit into the bun, nose scrunched up in disgust. He unhappily chewed on it, and then swallowed it as though it had been the hardest thing he had to do in his entire life.
"I can't say I'm surprised," said Kasuka, completely unaffected by the glare thrown his way.
"What are you trying to say, Kasuka-kun?"
"People who love sweets tend to be more kind and agreeable towards others."
Izaya burst into laughter, highly amused to hear the beast's brother talk about food. "Are you saying that you and your monstrous brother are kind and agreeable? Ahh ha ha ha! In that case, how would you describe a person who prefers bitter food?"
"Adventurous. Such a person enjoys taking risks. You ate the bun, didn't you?"
With a lazy smile on his face, Izaya wiped his hands together to get rid of any remnants of sugar that might've still clung to his fingers and turned his attention back to Kasuka. His taste buds might've not been happy at the choice of food, but his previously empty stomach was rejoicing. In fact, eating that half of bun made him realize just how hungry he really was. "Thank you for the food. Your gift was most gracious," he said, and gave Kasuka a mock bow.
"You're welcome," said Kasuka, not at all offended by the gesture. If Izaya thought that he could rile him up, the man was gravely mistaken.
"Oriharaaaaa-san! How are you?"
Izaya turned around, immediately recognizing the annoying voice as belonging to his drunkard rich neighbor. "Harada-san, how have you been?" he asked politely, trying not to scrunch his nose in disgust as the heavy smell of alcohol hit him hard.
"Good, good. Let me introduce you to... what is your name sweetheart?" Harada asked the woman who was accompanying him.
A prostitute, thought Izaya.
"Violet," she said and winked at Kasuka.
Of course. "Nice to meet you! Now, if you don't mind, I have some things to take care of," said Izaya and grabbed Kasuka by the arm to pull him inside the building, only to stop in his tracks when Harada reached out and grabbed Kasuka's broken wrist, a barely audible grunt being the only indication that the younger Heiwajima was in pain. Ah, as much as I love to think of you as a monster, Kasuka-kun, just because you are Shizuo's brother, you are only human after all. Kasuka couldn't break him in two as though it was nothing, nor could he grab the idiot who was hurting him and fling him all the way to the other side of the street.
"I think I'm seeing double ― hic!"
"No, you're not, Harada-san, so how about you release my guest?" he said, his voice as sweet as ever, while his eyes were glaring daggers at the pathetic excuse for a human being that was his neighbor. He assumed the man must've sensed his murderous intent, because the drunkard released Kasuka and rushed inside the apartment building while laughing nervously and apologizing. He turned towards Kasuka, grabbed him by the forearm, and pulled up the coat's sleeve to inspect the damage. "Why haven't you gone to the hospital yet?"
"I haven't had the time." Between Izaya knocking him unconscious a second time, and Shizuo clinging to him as though he was afraid to let him go, the broken wrist had been the least of his worries. It took ages just to get Shizuo to fall asleep, and a while longer to actually get away without waking him up, retrieve the DVD that Izaya had sent him, and then sneak out of the apartment.
Izaya thought it was ironic how Slon ended up breaking Kasuka's right wrist just like Shizuo had broken his. He pulled back the sleeve and released him. "You wanted to talk, so follow me," he said and entered the apartment building, Kasuka immediately trailing after him, but then he stopped when his phone rang, his hand quickly flying to the pocket of his coat.
"Should I leave?"
"No, stay," said Izaya when he saw that Ran was the one calling him. He pressed the button and moved the phone to his ear.
"I found him," said Ran, smugness evident in his voice.
"In that case, congratulations are in order." He tried to sound casual, but his heart was wildly slamming itself against his rib cage.
"It depends."
"On what?"
"On whether you wanted the guy dead or alive."
"Alive, obviously. I had some information he requested, and because we've been working together for a while now, I wanted to help him."
Ran chuckled, as though he has just caught Izaya lying through his teeth. "What you meant to say was that you wanted the Russian assassin to owe you one."
Funny enough, Izaya was lying through his teeth, just not about the thing that Ran had assumed in his stupidity. "Guilty as charged."
"Heh, I knew it, bastard. You never do anything for free."
"You know me too well."
"How did you know that he'd be in a hospital?"
Izaya sighed in annoyance, as though the answer was the most obvious thing in the world. "He wasn't answering his phone no matter how many times I called, so I figured that something must've gone wrong."
"Well, he's dead."
"I see. It's a shame, he was a skilled assassin. Can you get me a copy of the death certificate, just to make sure that it's him?"
"You're fucking annoying, just so you know. I expect extra payment for wasting time on this shit."
"You will have it as soon as you email me what I have requested."
"Tch! Fine!" Ran snapped and ended the call.
Izaya turned towards Kasuka once again. He was somewhat relieved that Slon was dead, because he really didn't want to have an assassin seeking revenge on him, but at the same time he was unhappy about ending up having to kill one of his humans. "Slon is dead." He watched Kasuka to see how he'd react, but the emotionless freak gave no reaction whatsoever, so instead he turned around and walked towards the elevator, almost curious to hear what Heiwajima Kasuka had to say. Somehow, he had a feeling that it was going to be a very long night.
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