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Blind Fury	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 26 - Parabola
Izaya staggered to the door in order to lock it before he headed back to the couch, a malevolent expression surfacing the moment he was once again alone inside his apartment. He felt physically exhausted, but he was also sick and tired of acting nice and forgiving in front of the freak when all he had wanted to do in reality was to get the biggest kitchen knife he could find and slit Kasuka's throat as payment for humiliating him like that. That would've been counter-productive though, because he was an Informant, and information was always something he liked to have, so if listening to Kasuka's life story meant that he would get something to break either the freak or the beast, he would gladly go through it over and over again, a thousand times if need be.
He knelt in front of the table and proceeded to pick up the Chess, Othello and Shogi pieces that ended up getting scattered all over the floor during their earlier fight. His fingers tightened around the Knight piece and his jaw clenched, fury racing through his entire being at his own monumental stupidity. He shouldn't have taken on the role of the Knight to save Kasuka, because he was supposed to be the strategist, the man behind the game, not just a simple piece on the board, yet he ended up turning into one to save a thing that didn't even deserve saving. How could I kill one of my precious humans for something as monstrous as Kasuka? He hated himself for making such a stupid mistake, for interrupting Slon from fucking the goddamn freak into the ground until he bled just as he himself had bleed because of Shizuo. Kasuka would've probably not even cared, so Izaya knew that he had wasted a perfectly good opportunity to destroy Shizuo, because the beast would've certainly blamed himself, at least to some extent, and it would've been really hard for him to go on living with such guilt weighing on him. I should've never taken pity on Kasuka. Enraged, he threw the Knight piece into the nearest wall before he slumped against the table, a humorless laugh slipping past his lips. I'm going to destroy them both, I'm going to crush them, I'm going to make the Heiwajima brothers regret ever messing with Orihara Izaya... I'm going to... I'm go― ugh... so tired, he thought and closed his eyes to rest them for a bit, only to fall asleep there, on the floor of his living room, with his back against the table.
That night he dreamt of a time when he was a still a god, a powerful god who watched over his people, of a time when thinking about the beast didn't make his body thrum with both fear and rage. Back then Shizuo was nothing more than a nuisance, an annoying dog who kept barking at everyone and everything at the slightest provocation, an animal that Izaya sometimes found to be amusing, but then his dream shifted and he was back in that filthy alley, his whole being overwhelmed with terror as Shizuo showed him just how easily he could break.
"―ke up."
Huh?
"Wake up already!"
Izaya cracked open an eye. "Na― mie?"
The woman rolled her eyes. "Who else? It's not like you have any friends."
Izaya pouted, her painfully honest answer striking a nerve. "Be that as it may, I still have you, the most caring and loving secretary one could ever hope for," he said in a sarcastic manner, his humorless laugh obviously pissing her off.
"Ok, that's it, I'm tired of this pathetic you," she said before grabbing his arm and hauling him up. There was only so much she could take before snapping and punching the bastard in the face.
Izaya felt a bit offended at her remark, but he refused to show it. "Ne, ne, Namie-san, do you think it's wise to insult your boss?" There weren't many people who treated their bosses the way she did, but Izaya didn't really mind, because he was used to her insufferable attitude, and it brought some normality to his screwed up life.
She kept her mouth shut, not deigning him worthy of an answer. Instead, she dragged him up the stairs against all protests. Once there she opened the door to the bathroom and pushed him inside with more force than was necessary.
"Does Namie-san want to be the boss today?" he asked, slightly amused at the whole situation. He leaned against the wall, his entire body hurting from falling asleep on the floor. Way to go Izaya. He stared at the open door. "I wonder what is Namie-san doing in my room... I hope she's not getting any perverted thoughts from going through my drawers," he said out loud, knowing that Namie would surely hear him.
"Who the hell would do that?" she growled, glaring murder at him as she stomped into the bathroom, and then pushed some clothes into his face and waited for him to raise his arms in order to grab them. She was getting paid good money, and she refused to lose such a great job because Izaya was sitting around mopping all day long.
"Ah, did Namie-san go through my underwear drawer?" he said, amusement clear in his voice. It must've been really awkward for her, he thought, and he had to struggle really hard to not burst into laughter.
Arms folded over her chest, she threw him the most disgusted look she could muster. "It was necessary."
Izaya chuckled as he set the clothes down. "I have such a loving secretary... I think I'm about to shed a few tears of joy," he said and wiped away a non-existing tear.
Namie just snorted and turned around. "You'd better be ready to work by the time you get out, because if I see you mopping around again, I swear that I'm going to murder you and take over your business. No one needs an useless Informant. Got it?"
Izaya raised a hand to his head and saluted. "Understood!"
"Tch, then get to it," she said just before she slammed the door hard enough to make both of them cringe.
Izaya walked to the sink on unsteady legs, picked up a plastic cup and drank some much needed water. He put the cup down and glared at his reflection in the mirror. I look terrible, he thought dejectedly. He turned on the faucet and let the bathtub fill with water while he gingerly took off his clothes and inspected Shinra's work, which looked like someone had hacked into his body before messily sewing it up. He was a wreck, those weeks of starving himself taking a tool on him. He was back to eating food again, but he knew that he was still too thin. The last time he checked his weight had been the day when he made the mistake of getting caught by Shizuo, because after that he couldn't even stand to look at his body, not when all he could see where the bruises covering his once flawless skin. He shuddered and shook his head. The bruises he inflicted are long gone, he told himself as he stared at his body for a while, trying to convince himself that they were truly gone. It took him a while to succeed, but it worked, so he finally stepped into the tub and sat down, a sigh slipping past his lips at the pleasant feeling of the hot water on his cold skin, before he ended up cringing as the scorching liquid came in contact with his stitched up wound. I should've put a waterproof bandage on Shinra's 'work of art'.
He allowed his head to drop on the edge of the tub before he closed his eyes and stayed like that for a while. Namie wasn't the only one tired of his pathetic self. He felt ashamed about the way he had reacted during his encounter with Kasuka, his already shattered pride turning to dust and getting swept away by the wind. I can't let that happen again.
He opened his eyes, grabbed the soap and the sponge and proceeded to clean himself up. He was still ok, he was alive, and he wasn't hurt anymore. Izaya, snap out of it already, he told himself, it was just sex... forced, brutal, ruthless sex, but still sex, so get over it already! The only way to win is to stop being afraid. You're a fallen god, but still a god, so climb back up no matter what, because you cannot live on the ground with the rest of humanity. He would bet everything on the next encounter with the beast, where he would either rise or fade to black; there was no middle ground. If he could survive an encounter without succumbing to the fear, he knew that he would be all right. He chuckled darkly. With the information Kasuka oh-so-willingly provided, he could easily make the beast suffer. He had no plans of telling him right away though, because he was going to drag it for as long as possible, until Shizuo dropped to his knees and begged to be told the truth. I'm going to have to take a photo when that happens, and then upload it on the Internet. He chuckled some more and stretched like a cat, his stiff joints cracking and popping as a result of the action.
It wasn't the first time one of his plans had failed, nor would it be the last. He would not attempt the same thing again though, because it would be redundant, and Izaya liked to believe that he wasn't such a boring person. At least he wasn't feeling guilty anymore about what he had done to Kasuka, and that was good.
His eyes drifted over to the shampoo bottle and he remembered that he really needed a haircut, which somehow made him think of sharp things that could cut, and that reminded him of his switchblade. "Tch!" What's with the Heiwajima brothers, always taking away my knives? He glowered at the bottle as though it had just insulted him before he poured a generous amount of shampoo on his hand and proceeded to wash his hair. He scowled at the feeling of its length, not liking how easy it'd be for someone to grab it. Haircut, today.
"Still alive?" asked Namie from behind the door, making Izaya jump in surprise. "You've been in there for a long time."
He cursed under his breath, hating how noise could easily startle him. "I'm fine!"
"Oh, I see. In that case, I guess that I'm going to have to use that fake will another time."
Izaya's hands froze in his hair, brows furrowed in confusion. He could almost hear her malicious chuckle through the door. "What will?"
"That will in which you leave me everything."
"Naaaaaamiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!" he growled, "you're such an awful person! I'd rather donate all my money to charity."
Namie snorted at the comment. "In that case, I'd rather eat that fatty tuna myself instead of leaving it to you."
Izaya's eyes lightened up. "Did you say fatty tuna?"
"Maybe..." she said just before she started walking away.
"Namie... Namie... Namie!!! Don't you dare eat that!" he warned and proceeded to wash his hair so that he could get out of there and eat. He was so hungry that he would've eaten a horse, and that said a lot.
He grabbed the towel to dry himself off once he was done, and then put his clothes on before he glared at the bathroom scale as soon as it entered his field of vision. Last time he stepped on it, his weight had been fifty-eight kilograms, but now he feared that it was much lower. He took a step towards it and froze on the spot, trying to decide whether to do it or not. Do it, said a voice in his head, so Izaya steeled himself and stepped on it. He slowly lowered his head until he saw the number, and strangely enough, he felt relieved that it wasn't as low as he had expected. He smiled. Fifty-four is not that bad. He stepped down, slapped a bandage on the wound, and strode out of the bathroom and into his office. "Where is it?" he asked, his mouth watering at the mere thought of eating fresh fatty tuna.
Namie snickered and pointed towards the bag on her desk.
Izaya beamed as his eyes zero-ed in on it, fingers latching onto the bag as he picked it up and bounced over to his desk. He sat down and opened it, eyes glowing at the sight of those perfectly-looking pieces of pale pink meat adorned with rich white streaks of buttery fat. He anxiously grabbed the chopsticks and picked up a piece before putting it into his mouth, the cool, meaty texture of raw tuna melting as he ate it. "Namie-san is the best secretary I've ever had!" he said cheerfully.
"Tch, I'm the only secretary you've ever had," she said and shot him a nasty glare.
Izaya snickered as he picked up another piece. "My point exactly."
"Hey..."
Izaya turned his head towards her. "Hmm?"
"I don't know what happened to you, but I think it's time you moved on."
Izaya started coughing, a piece of fatty tuna going the wrong way. "Namie-san!!! I'm trying to eat here," he whined once he was able to talk again.
Namie looked at him for a moment before turning her attention back to the screen of her laptop. "Finish that and get to work."
Izaya pouted, suddenly feeling offended by her remark. "But I've been working this whole time!"
Namie's head snapped his way. "Easy jobs with awful pay that you can do from the comfort of your apartment."
Izaya lowered his head and stared blankly at his food. "No, really, I've been working on an important job for a while now, I swear, but anyway, don't worry, I'm back now."
"Good," she said and started typing away.
Izaya watched her for a moment, trying to gather the courage to ask his next question. "Namie-san, are there any jobs in Ikebukuro?"
Namie looked at him in surprise as she got up, picked up a few files and dropped them on his desk before going back to her own. "Pick one."
His brows furrowed as he glared at her. "Why aren't these in digital format?"
"Because I didn't feel like typing them on the computer," she answered in a cold tone that left no argument.
He glared at her some more before he hesitantly picked up the one at the top of the pile and went through the pages before dropping it and moving to the next one. "Boring," he said after a while, "so boring... why are they all boring?"
Namie ignored him and kept on typing.
"Is Namie-san giving me the cold shoulder now? Ah, I'm hurt, I'm so very hurt, and here I was, thinking that we were just starting to get along," said Izaya, and then cringed when he noticed Namie's sardonic smile. "Ok, I get it, I get it. Thanks for the food, I'll get to work now, before you end up murdering me and stealing my fortune."
"I'm glad we're on the same page," she said before dropping a few more files on his desk.
Izaya grimaced as he looked at the huge pile of files. I can do this, he thought and picked up another piece of fatty tuna, eyes rolling in his head at the sheer pleasure of tasting such a delicacy. I'm not going to hide anymore, because I'm bringing the battle to you, Shizu-chan.
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