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Blind Fury	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 24 - Grimsly Reminder
No matter how long he contemplated, Izaya could not comprehend why Kasuka would seek out the man who attempted to hurt him in such a dreadful manner. He watched as his guest took off the coat and sat down on the couch, completely at ease as though he couldn't even envision the idea that his host could harm him if he so wished. Kasuka seemed to be just as unpredictable as his brother, and Izaya hated that, because he didn't know how to react to the unforeseeable words and actions of the two Heiwajimas. Orihara Izaya was supposed to be the strategist, the puppeteer who dwelt in the shadows and who sometimes set the stage and hid behind the curtain from where he could glimpse at the play as the events unfolded in such a way that would either benefit or entertain him. He was supposed to foresee what was most likely to happen by predicting the moves ahead of time, yet he couldn't do the same when it came to Shizuo, which is why he had attempted to hurl him onto the chessboard by using Kasuka. Unfortunately, he himself had been the one to cut the play short, and now, because of his own foolishness, he was stuck having to deal with yet another unpredictable element.
He glimpsed at Kasuka's back as he set his own coat on the office chair, and then walked to the coach and sat down as well. It was a strange sight to see Hanejima Yuuhei wearing his clothes, all bruised up and injured, because Kasuka always looked so flawless on TV, which was probably the main reason why his sisters were so obsessed with him, but the Kasuka before him looked terrible, the split lip and the bruises on his jaw and neck from where Slon had punched and held him down, almost making him unrecognizable. Did it have to be the right wrist too, he thought dejectedly, suddenly feeling really annoyed that Kasuka was wearing his clothes, because it reminded him so much of the broken and bleeding Izaya from back then. "You know, Kasuka-kun, I'm still intrigued by the fact that you haven't changed your clothes yet."
"Just Kasuka is enough, Orihara-san."
"In that case, call me Izaya."
Kasuka nodded, his eyes drifting over to the table where a combination of Chess, Othello, and Shogi pieces were set on a Japanese Go board.
"Interested?" said Izaya, smirking, his eyes glowing in amusement. He always found it entertaining to watch people trying to figure out what he was trying to do with such a weird combination of pieces.
"Yes," said Kasuka, his eyes scanning the board and analyzing each piece in order to find its true meaning and purpose.
"Don't bother trying to figure out how it's played, because the rules I play by are beyond normal humans."
Kasuka's attention turned back to Izaya, the Informant's sardonic smile a clear indication that he was looking down on him. Is this how you look at my brother each time you see him? Knowing Shizuo, there really was no wonder that he would try to wipe that annoying smirk off the man's face with a punch, a trash can, a stop sign or a vending machine. Unfortunately for Izaya, such attitude had zero effect on him. He looked at the board again, and then back at Izaya. "I was more interested in knowing which piece is supposed to represent me."
Izaya's eyes widened in disbelief, the emotionless freak succeeding in surprising him yet again. "That's an interesting interpretation. Care to explain how you've reached such a conclusion?"
Kasuka stared blankly at him. "Maybe another time. Right now I'd prefer to talk about something else."
Red eyes narrowed dangerously, and he barely succeeded in hiding his annoyance. "As you wish," he finally said and shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Let's cut straight to the subject. Why are you here?"
There were many reasons as to why Kasuka was there, and none of them was less important than the other, but he had to start from somewhere, so after some thinking, he decided to start with the most logical choice. "I don't like to judge a person based on rumors alone, so I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt," he said, hoping to get to know the man that Shizuo hated enough to go to such terrifying lengths in order to make him suffer.
"You're willing... to give me... the benefit of the doubt," said Izaya and burst into laughter, the Heiwajima brat's answer making him laugh so hard that his side hurt. "Ahh ha ha ha!"
Kasuka continued to stare impassively. "Yes." He wasn't expecting his answer to provoke such a reaction, so he was slightly surprised by the outburst. The Informant truly was a strange man.
Izaya laughed for a long time, because that was the only way he could react to his guest's sheer audacity to assume that he would ever care about his opinion. "I undoubtedly believe that you have misunderstood something. I do not, nor have I ever cared what people think of me," he said and threw Kasuka a disgusted look. "Especially the beast's brother."
Kasuka felt something, which didn't happen very often, but he guessed that it was a sliver of annoyance, because here he was, trying to get to know him a bit better, yet all the man did was mock him. "Does lying to yourself help you sleep better at night?" he asked in the same monotone voice, Izaya's thin smile an obvious sign that he had struck a nerve.
"As a matter of fact, I do sleep better at night now that the wounds your brother inflicted on my body have mostly healed." He was hoping that Kasuka would at least wince at the confession, but the monster looked unaffected, as though he was doing it on purpose just to spite him. "If I cared about what people thought of me, I would be a much nicer person, don't you agree? And let's be honest here, I'm anything but nice. You should know better than anyone, especially after today." His lips quirked upwards into a sadistic smile, his eyes roaming over the bruises adorning the previously unmarred skin. Shizu-chan must've suffered a lot when he saw your beaten body.
Kasuka knew that Izaya was no saint, but neither was he the demon his brother made him out to be. "We will get to that a bit later," he said, clearly dismissing Izaya's attempt to change the topic. "I know for a fact that you care what people think of you." Of course Izaya cared, he had witnessed it with his own eyes.
Izaya's pulse sped up when he realized what Kasuka was talking about, but he refused to look affected. His hands balled into fists and he smiled, a brittle smile that could not conceal the barely suppressed anger he felt bubbling inside of him. The fact that he was feeling faint from the lack of food, dehydration and the injuries he had received earlier that day, certainly did not helping.
Kasuka immediately noticed Izaya's stiff posture. "If you didn't care, you would've let me call an ambulance that night."
Izaya's blood ran cold. "Shut up," he said weakly, his voice barely loud enough for Kasuka to hear, his previously tightly-clenched fists slackening, the fury he had felt until then being replaced by unadulterated shame.
"If you didn't care what people thought of you, you would've reported my brother to the police," Kasuka said, noticing how the man's previous pale complexion turned even paler, "but you didn't, because you were ashamed, because you didn't want people to know that you had been raped." He knew that he should stop, but flashbacks of Shizuo trying to plunge that knife into his heart kept appearing into his mind.
Izaya's expression froze into one of utter mortification, and he was overcome with nausea, the queasiness burning through the pit of his stomach making him feel a thousand times worse than before. "Shut up," he said again, this time a bit louder. Who in their right mind would want others to know? It took all of his courage just to tell Celty.
"And as though that wasn't bad enough, the one who raped you had been none other than your most hated enemy." He carefully watched Izaya, his brown eyes not missing the barely visible tremor running through the Informant's body.
"Shut up!" Izaya repeated, his voice more of a plea than a command. Jaw stiffening, he looked away. Just stop it please... He could already imagine the stares, the words being whispered behind his back about how he deserved it, about how the beast did a good job in teaching him his place. He loved his humans, yet they would most likely rejoice at the news of his suffering. His humans hated him. They can nev―
"It must've hurt a lot, didn't it? Your thighs were stained red after all," said Kasuka, even though he knew that he shouldn't have. He couldn't help himself, not when a part of him wanted to badly hurt Izaya for all the bad things the man had done to Shizuo and more recently even to him.
"SHUT UP!" screamed Izaya in a loud piercing cry before he grabbed the switchblade he held inside the pocket of his pants and threw himself at the monster who dared to remind him of the things he badly wished to erase from his memory. He could feel his previously frozen blood melt and start to boil in his veins, and he yanked Kasuka's head back with a trembling hand, slender fingers tightly clenching in black silky hair, sharp blade digging into the bruised throat. "Shut.The.Fuck.Up," he hissed, emphasizing each word with a tug on that black hair that was as silky as his own used to be before he ended up neglecting his forever tainted body because he couldn't even stand to look at it without feeling shame and disgust. He raised one knee and set it on the couch for better leverage, effectively trapping the bastard who dared to mention his blood-stained thighs in such an emotionless tone when all he could remember was the fear, the helplessness and the horror of it all.
Kasuka stood there motionless, not even bothering to fight back, knowing full well that he had gone too far. "I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry. Remembering that day must be very painful for you."
Izaya's already furious expression turned wild, and he dug the blade deeper into the bruised throat, watching as the blood started to stream from the not so small cut. "SHUT UP! I don't need you pity!" he snarled, his red eyes burning with both hate and fury. He knew that he was slipping, and that he needed to compose himself, but it was hard to do so when all he wanted to do was to brutally murder the creature before him. He closed his eyes and tried to calm down, at the same time realizing that he needed to switch the focus of the conversation before he really ended up losing it and killing the freak. He remember Kasuka's brief look of disgust when Slon had kissed him, and he hoped that he could use that to get the little monster to react in some way. He refused to be the only one to lose control. "You're the pitiful one for having to grow up with such a monster," he said and tugged at the raven locks trapped between his fingers. "It must've been really hard on you."
"He's not a monster, he said while ignoring Izaya's conceited look.
Izaya sneered and wrenched the freak's hair, trying to inflict as much pain as possible, just like the beast had done to him that night in the alley. "Tell me, does pretending to not have any emotion help you sleep better at night?"
"I'm not pretending," Kasuka said flatly, the only sign of discomfort he showed at having his hair harshly pulled being the tension he felt in his jaw.
"Maa, maa, we both know that you're lying," said Izaya in a malicious tone while smacking the flat edge of the bloody blade against Kasuka's cheek. "I think that you were so scared of your brother, that you preferred to not react in any way just to avoid getting beat up by him."
"That's not what happened."
Izaya dragged the blade down the bruised jaw and back to the bloody throat. "You've been pretending for so long that you can only express yourself through acting now. Either that, or you're still scared of Shizuo. Which one is it, hmmm?"
"Neither is true."
Izaya softly tutted. "I told you that you can't lie to me, not after I've seen that look of disgust cross your face when Slon kissed you." Not that he could blame him of course, but it was proof that Kasuka could feel, even though what he felt that time had only been pain and disgust.
Kasuka watched him carefully, trying to figure out if the man was naive enough to really believe that he was lying. Apparently, he was, if the smug look on his face was any indication. Orihara Izaya couldn't have been more wrong. "Disgust is merely a natural reaction, nothing more, nothing less," he finally said, even though he knew that the man would hate his truthful answer.
"Just answer my question!" he hissed. "Are you, or are you not, scared of Shizuo?"
Kasuka nearly sighed, tired of being asked the same question that Shizuo has asked him on numerous occasions before. Why is it so hard to believe that he doesn't scare me? "I've never been scared of him," he said, confident brown eyes gazing straight into Izaya's red ones.
Izaya's fingers clenched in Kasuka's hair and he pulled at it sharply, a low grunt being the only noise slipping past his victim's lips. "Liar!"
Had this been a scene from one of his movies, Kasuka would've rolled his eyes, but it wasn't, so there was no need for him to act. "I can't tell you something that isn't true, no matter how badly you want to hear it." What will it take to make him understand?
"I bet you're still wearing my clothes because you also wanted to see him suffer, because you really hate him for turning you into this emotionless freak. Ne, ne, tell me, was it fun to see him cry? Ahh, it was so entertaining to hear his sobs over the phone!" said Izaya, eyes staring into space as he remember his conversation with Shizuo. His plan had failed, but at least he had the pleasure of hearing the beast cry. A pleasurable shiver ran down his spine. What a beautiful sound it was!
Kasuka watched him impassively, but he figured that the man deserved an explanation, so he opened his mouth to answer the question. "I kept them on because you saved me, and even though you were the one who kidnapped me in the first place, I forgive you, because I understand why you did it. I believe we are even now."
"Even?! Ahh ha ha ha! We'll never be even!" said Izaya, his voice dripping venom. "You might've saved me that night, but by doing so you kept your brother from going to jail." He leaned in closer until his cracked lips were hovering next Kasuka's ear. "There would've been enough evidence to send him to jail for the rest of his life. Shizu-chan really is a protozoan for leaving me there to die after..." and here he took a pause to swallow the lump in his throat before continuing in a shaky voice, "after he c-came inside m-me." He inwardly cursed, hating himself for letting it show how affected he still was even after so much time.
"Shizuo can't think rationally once he succumbs to his rage." Just like that time at the bakery store. Shizuo ended up hurting not only the thugs, but also the woman he was trying to save. Kasuka closed his eyes, Shizuo's pained expression and the guilt eating at him the second he regained his composure forever being ingrained in his memory. It was one of the many similar unfortunate events that he had witnessed over the years, and he knew that his brother was most likely still blaming himself for each and every one of them.
"Tch! That's a pathetic excuse! Yes, I kidnapped you, and then I saved you, so we could say that we are even, but are you trying to say that you wearing my clothes equates to the suffering I felt while getting brutally raped by that monster? No, Kasuka, that's not even close."
"You used me to deceive my brother, and by doing so you taught him despair. That should be enough." He partially blamed himself for what happened to Shizuo, his brother almost losing his life because of his own foolishness and overconfidence when he followed the Informant earlier that day.
Izaya's jaw clenched, teeth grinding hard against each other. The freak's audacity was unbelievable. "I'm not done with him," he threatened, his features twisted into a crazed expression.
"You are done."
"No, I'm not." He was so angry that he was almost seeing red, and that wasn't helping, because the impulse to plunge the switchblade into Kasuka's throat kept growing stronger and stronger by the second.
"You are," Kasuka said, his half-closed eyes narrowing fractionally.
Izaya leaned in closer until their noses were almost touching. "You're either extremely brave, or extremely stupid, coming into my house after everything that happened and expecting to leave this place alive. I could slit your throat right now, and then gift wrap your corpse and send it to your brother."
"I advise against it," Kasuka said, already having considered the possibility.
Izaya scoffed. "And why should I listen to you, hmm?"
"Because if anything happens to me, you will be the prime suspect, I made sure of it. I doubt that even you could get away with murdering Hanejima Yuuhei."
Izaya's eyes narrowed into slits. "What did you do?"
"I simply made sure that the DVD you sent to Shizuo got into the right hands," Kasuka said matter-of-factly.
Izaya's previously annoyed expression morphed into one of pure rage, and he dug the blade deeper into Kasuka's throat, more and more blood starting to seep from the cut. Now that he was seeing Kasuka up close, he couldn't help but notice how the freak looked so much like Shizuo, and that only served to piss him off even more. They both had the same jawline, and even though their eyes were slightly different, Izaya was sure that if Kasuka dyed his hair blonde and schooled his expression into a scowl, he would be Shizuo's spitting image. Disgusting. His red eyes glowed dangerously, and his lips began to tilt upwards in a maniacal grin as he began slicing the skin, starting from the cut on the throat and going up towards the jawline. "Perhaps I should destroy this pretty face of yours, so that you won't be the Hanejima Yuuhei that people seem to love so much."
"The―" Kasuka started, but stopped and waited for Izaya to ease up on the slicing so that he could talk. "I will tell you the truth."
Izaya chuckled darkly and pressed the flat edge of the blade against Kasuka's jaw, smearing blood on the purple bruises. "I knew you'd see it my way."
"The truth is that sometimes people are exactly what they seem," said Kasuka and grabbed Izaya's wrist to pull the knife away from his face, his opponent barely having enough time to react before he knocked their heads together hard enough to momentarily stun him.
Izaya's vision turned black from the impact, his already weak body unable to recover in time and stop Kasuka from yanking the switchblade out of his hand.
Kasuka elbowed him in the face with all the strength he could muster, the action followed by a well-placed kick to the stomach which sent his opponent flying over the black coffee table placed in front of the corner couch.
A shrill ripped from Izaya's throat as he fell on the Go board, the Chess pieces painfully digging into his back. He tried to get up, but Kasuka was already on him, the man crushing his right hand between a knee and the table, while his own switchblade, now in enemy hands, was being pressed into his throat, and even though Kasuka's strength was nowhere near Shizuo's, the blows he received still left his head reeling. He could hear his own labored breathing, the sound of it so loud in his ears that it was almost deafening. He moaned in pain and forced one eye open, his heartbeat immediately quickening when the gravity of the situation he was in finally dawned on him.
Kasuka watched him for a few moments with cold eyes before he hunched lower until his lips were beside Izaya's ear, his hot breath making the Informant shudder. "The truth is that I'm more of a monster than you and Shizuo will ever be."
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