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Chapter 29 - Hands Of Fate
Five days after he ran into Shizuo again for the first time in over a month, Izaya still couldn't get the encounter out of his head. It wasn't just the run-in with the beast that threw him off, but also Shizuo's overall behavior. It seemed like the man was feeling genuine regret for his past actions, and Izaya already had a few ideas on how to make him pay for the audacity of cutting the wings off a god. He wasn't naive enough to believe that he could easily go back to being the person he was before that night in the alley, but he set his mind to do everything in his power to climb back up to the high place in the sky where he belonged. At least he was aware that he was on the right track, because no matter how frightened he felt during his last confrontation with Shizuo, he didn't end up running away and instead he found the courage to confront the beast who shattered his world into a million pieces. The simple knowledge that he could've easily ended the monster's miserable existence was enough to make him realize that he was not as weak as Shizuo made him believe, and he now had the confidence to confront his rapist again without succumbing to terror. To say that he didn't feel dread would be a lie, but he hoped that he would manage to keep it in check during their next meeting.
The flash drive he received from his contact just before he caught Shizuo following him around was something that he worked on acquiring long before the unfortunate events that threw his life into chaos, and even though Namie thought that he sat on his ass doing nothing for over two months, he actually worked to get his hands on the flash drive he now carried in the right pocket of his pants. All that was left to do now was to meet up with the client and hand it over to him. The man had been out of the country until then, and now that he was back he requested they met in Ikebukuro. Izaya accepted without a second thought, because he was tired of running away, and that was how he found himself in the accursed Tokyo district that he once used to love but which now gave him the shivers, his hands tightening around the switchblades he kept for protection inside the pockets of his jacket as he continued to walk towards the meeting place. He felt a bit annoyed that his filthy rich client chose to meet at a cheap restaurant in Ikebukuro, but it didn't really matter that much as long as he got paid. It took too much time, work and money to get his hands on the flash drive, and he expected to be royally rewarded for his efforts. It was the only case he followed even while he was in agonizing pain because of the injuries that Shizuo had inflicted on him, and the sooner he handed the flash drive, the faster he would hopefully forget if only a little of those painful days when even sitting down almost brought tears to his eyes.
Shizuo had broken him into too many pieces, so he held no hope that he could ever put himself back together the way he used to be, so he decided instead to become a new Orihara Izaya, if not better, then at least close to the Information Broker he once used to be before both his mind and body easily got crushed in a single night. His eyes darted from one person to the other as he walked down the streets, and he wondered if perhaps others could see that he was not the same person he used to be. Because of that he couldn't help but feel tense each time one of his humans looked and pointed at him as though they knew something. It was a ridiculous thought in itself, because obviously no one knew what happened to him, but that didn't stop the paranoia from making his hands tremble each time someone either laughed, smiled or sneered at him. The logical part of his brain kept telling him to relax, that they were most likely doing it because he hadn't shown his face in Ikebukuro for a long time, but that didn't stop him from feeling sick to his stomach. Luckily, he was not so far gone as to believe the crazy thoughts blooming in his mind, so he shoved them away and focused on getting to the meeting place. With his mind made up, he forced himself to ignore the whispers and the comments and he focused on getting to the restaurant as fast as possible.
It took him about twenty minutes to get there on foot, but by the time he reached the meeting place he was a wreck. The only consolation he had was that he hadn't ran into anyone with whom he would be forced to start a conversation, because that was the last thing he wanted to do when he wasn't even sure that he could speak without his voice trembling. He stood there outside the restaurant for a few moments to calm down his racing heart until he found the strength to go inside. All he had to do now in order to get paid was to hand over the flash drive. He took a deep breath and forced a smile on his face, the same easygoing one he always used whenever he had to deal with a client. The name of the man waiting for him inside was Ueda Shou, and he was a Half Japanese - Half American rich businessman. To say that he was brilliant was an understatement, considering how he ended up running his father's empire by the time he was thirty two, and even though it was the first time Izaya finished a job for him, he had no doubts that he would get paid for his services, because it was a well-known fact that Ueda Shou always paid his debts.
"Ueda-san," Izaya said and sat down, "it's nice to finally meet you."
"Likewise, Orihara-san. I've heard many things about you, and although the jobs you take on may not always be... legal, you always come through. I take it that you have the information I've requested?"
Izaya took out the flash drive from his pocket and placed it on the table. "I am unworthy of such praise, Ueda-san. I'm nothing more than one of the many Information Brokers this city has to offer."
Ueda smirked before taking a sip from the cheap sake he was served. "Please, Orihara-san, modesty doesn't suit you, not when your reputation precedes you. You are the best Information Broker in both Ikebukuro and Shinjuku, otherwise I wouldn't have hired you to find my company's stolen data."
"In that case, I appreciate your confidence in my information gathering skills," said Izaya and shifted infinitesimally on the chair, something in the man's eyes making the hairs on the back of his neck bristle. For some reason, he had the impression that Ueda Shou was more dangerous than he could ever imagine, and because of that he decided that it was best to get out of there as soon as possible. Picking up the flash drive, he looked Ueda in the eyes. "I believe it's time I leave." He got up and handed it to Ueda, barely suppressing a shudder at the man's disturbing smirk.
"Are you sure that you can't stay for a bit longer? The food they serve here may not be the best, but it's certainly enjoyable," said Ueda as he pocketed the flash drive just handed to him by the Informant.
"I'm sorry, but I have other things to take care of, so if you'll excuse me..."
"I understand. The money will be transferred into your account as soon as I'm done here. It really was nice meeting you," said Ueda just before he took another sip from the sake.
Izaya's cheerful mask stayed on until he left the restaurant, his smile morphing into disgust the moment he was out the door. There was nothing to indicate that Ueda posed any danger to him, or that he wasn't an honest businessman trying to recover his stolen data, but that didn't stop Izaya from wanting to get away. He had obviously looked into the man's past, because Izaya liked to know everything about his clients, and there was nothing strange about him besides the man's obsession with cheap Japanese food which he always sought when he was in the country, because he never got to spent much time in Japan even though it was his home. That or perhaps dining at cheap restaurants was a good way to avoid prying eyes. The only reason Izaya even accepted the job was because he found the situation to be amusing. Ueda was almost certain that one of his brothers was the one stealing information and selling it to the highest bidder, but no matter how hard he tried to prove it, he couldn't, not until he had Ikebukuro's Informant step in. Ueda was the youngest son, yet he ended up running the company because his two older half-brothers were nowhere near as good as he was when it came to taking care of the family's business, yet those two idiots were still under the wrong impression that they owned the company and that a half-breed like Ueda deserved nothing more than to die in a ditch. Dysfunctional families always caught Izaya's attention, because they were interesting to study, so the fact that he got a fat paycheck for doing something he liked was a nice bonus. Besides, the good thing about dealing with Ueda was that he didn't have to worry about getting screwed over, because the man had a reputation of always paying his debts.
Happy to finally be done with the job, he had to decide what to do from there on. He could either roam Ikebukuro for a while and perhaps even visit Shinra, or he could go back home and do some work. Truth be told, he was sick and tired of his apartment, so a stroll through Ikebukuro sounded like a good idea, but then he remembered how that accursed day he was just taking a stroll through Ikebukuro, and also had badly the aforementioned stroll had ended. No, I can't think like that anymore, he told himself just before he forced his legs to move forward, the idea of visiting Shinra sounding better and better by the second. Knowing how dangerous Ikebukuro was, he shoved his hands inside the pockets of his jacket and curled his fingers around the handles of his switchblades, because that way he'd always be ready to defend himself at a moment's notice. He cringed at the idea of seeing Celty again, but at least the Dullahan mostly treated him the same way as before, which helped a lot, because the last thing he needed was for her to suddenly be nice just because of what happened between him and Shizuo. He was actually surprised that Celty gave Shizuo the cold shoulder that time when he called her in the park, which most likely meant that she couldn't forgive him for what he had done. He took a gamble by telling Celty what happened, and even though he now felt uncomfortable because of what she knew, it was always interesting to observe her actions. That time in the park, and then afterwards in front of his apartment building, she had been tense around him, more so than usual, and she seemed to have dropped the insults as well, which was a huge progress, but even after all that, she was still incapable of hiding her dislike of him. Izaya himself didn't lose anything from revealing the truth, while Shizuo ended up losing his best friend, which meant, that in a way, it was almost funny for the so called 'good guy' to lose his friends to the 'bad guy'. Izaya knew that it was hard to physically hurt a man like Heiwajima Shizuo, so psychological torture was the best way to break him. He now understood that he shouldn't have tried to hurt Kasuka, not when he himself ended up getting hurt in the process, and he was starting to have mixed feelings about Slon, because even though he was one of his humans, he was also someone capable of committing rape, and Izaya was starting to dislike such people more and more.
He shook his head, hoping that he would stop thinking about the person he ended up killing with his own two hands. There's no point in dwelling on the past now, he told himself just as he was about to cross the street, not expecting to get grabbed by both his arms. For a split second he thought that he was going to be sick, but in the next one his instinct kicked in, and before he even knew what he was doing, he tore himself away from their hold and pressed his switchblades against the throats of his younger sisters dressed in their usual gymnastics outfits. They all looked at each other in surprise for a few suffocating moments, until Mairu shot him a glare and smacked away his hand.
"Iza-nii, move that switchblade away from Kururi's neck before I shove it down your throat," Mairu said in a bored tone.
"Ah... sorry," he said and lowered both his arms, cringing at his monumental blunder. They were the last people he expected to run into on his way to Shinra, and now that he saw them again, he didn't even know what to say, because the three of them weren't like most siblings who worried and cared for one another. If anything, Izaya was almost sure they would be happy if he died.
Mairu's eyes narrowed into slits and she glared at him. "I see that Iza-nii is still as paranoid as ever," she said before pulling Kururi closer to her.
Izaya closed the switchblades and shoved them into the pockets of his jacket where they belonged. "Being paranoid is what kept me alive so far."
"We thought you got killed," Mairu said as she took a picture of him and typed something before sending the message and snapping her phone shut. "All right, all done now."
"What did you do?" he asked, eyes narrowing in suspicion because his two sisters were never up to anything good.
"Some people were betting on whether you were dead or alive, so I gave them the proof that you're still alive."
Izaya sighed loudly, knowing that he couldn't win against them no matter what he did, and if proving that their brother was alive was what they had in mind, there was nothing he could do to stop them. "Yes, well, as you can see, I'm still very much alive," he said just before he was completely taken by surprise when Kururi gave him a hug. Eh? He looked down at Kururi, not knowing how to react, his sisters being the only two humans besides Shizuo that he didn't know how to deal with. They used to annoy him a lot when they were children, and he still clearly remembered the day when he told them how they were copies of each other and as such they had no real purpose, so he couldn't understand why Kururi would do something so nice.
"We're on our way to meet Mikage-sensei, so we have to go now. We'll see you around, Iza-nii," Mairu said and pulled Kururi away from their brother before she started walking away.
Izaya cringed at hearing Mikage's name, but he put that aside for now because he was curious about something. "Wait! I want to ask you something," he said and almost laughed when they both turned around at the same time. They really are like copies of each other. "How would you feel if I died?"
Mairu thought about it for a bit before giving her brother an honest answer. "I think that we would be sad and that we would miss you in the beginning, but after a while we would laugh at you for being dumb enough to get killed by Heiwajima Shizuo."
"I see..." he said before turning around and walking away, his brittle smile proof of how their words hurt him more than he ever wanted to admit.
No one really seemed to care about him besides Shinra, which was ridiculous in itself, because the doctor wasn't supposed to care about anyone except Celty. Humans were as irrelevant to Shinra as they were important to Izaya, so it was ironic that two such people could ever be friends. Then again, neither of them was normal, and that was another reason to pay him a visit, because it always made him feel a bit better whenever they talked. Luck however was not on his side that day, not after running into the van gang, as though the universe was conspiring to give him a hard time. He tried to sneak past them without being noticed, but the idiot Dotachin spotted him. the man having the annoying talent of noticing everyone around him.
"Oi, Izaya, wait! Oi!" Kyohei kept calling him to get his attention.
Izaya grit his teeth in frustration, but he put on a smile nonetheless before he turned around and made his way to the van. "Dotachin, long time no see."
"Izayan is still alive!" said Erika as she poked her head through the slightly open door.
"I'm not that easy to kill," Izaya said with a smirk on his face.
Kyohei laughed and gave him a pat on the back. "Just like a cockroach."
Seeing how Kyohei was actually a bit happy to see him alive, Izaya decided to ignore the offensive remark, because Dotachin wasn't a bad enough guy to want to see him dead. He chuckled, already starting to feel a bit better. "That's no way to talk me, Dotachin."
"What's with you and your obsession with calling people retarded nicknames?" asked Kyohei, exasperated.
Izaya shrugged, and then chuckled. "Dotachin is Dotachin."
Kyohei shook his head and leaned against the van. "Seriously now, where were you?"
Izaya almost cringed at the question, but he succeeded in keeping his smirk even though he knew that it must've faltered for a moment. "Busy," was his simple answer.
"You know, I asked Shizuo if he saw you around, and you know what he said?" he asked Izaya, wanting to know what happened between the two of them. He still clearly remembered that time when he ran into Shizuo and how surprised he was about the man's strange behavior and his refusal to answer any of his questions regarding Izaya, as well as pretty much seeing him flee as though he had something to hide. He was sure that something bad happened between them, but he couldn't imagine what that was exactly. The only thing he knew was that it had to be more than their usual banter to make the both of them act so strange. "Izaya?" he asked, eyes narrowing in confusion when he noticed how pale the Informant turned after hearing his question.
"No idea, but like I said, nothing happened, just the usual," he said and waved a dismissive hand, hoping that Dotachin would stop questioning him.
Kyohei's eyes narrowed into slits and he glared at Izaya for blatantly lying to him. "I might not be you, but please don't insult my intelligence."
Erika nodded before jumping out of the van and closing the door behind her. "Dotachin is smart," she said and smiled.
"Tch, you're both still as annoying as ever," Izaya said as he folded his arms in front of him.
"Izayan is hiding something," Erika chirped.
Izaya snapped, tired of their questions and sick of people prying into his life. "That's none of your business!"
"Whoa, relax, I was jus―" Kyohei started but never got to finish because he heard a familiar voice from somewhere behind.
"Oi, Dotachin, have you seen th―" Shizuo asked, and then choked on the words when he saw who else was there with them.
They all froze, eyes wide as they stared at one another, the tension between them almost palpable.
Shizuo swallowed the lump in his throat, and he had to force his mouth to open in order to speak. "Izaya..." he said softly, not failing to notice the way in which Izaya unconsciously moved behind Kyohei. "H-hey..."
Izaya's broken laugh shattered the awkward silence. He didn't like being taken by surprise. He wanted to meet Shizuo again, but he wanted to be the one who sought him out instead of running into him when he wasn't mentally prepared to face him. It truly was the worst possible way in which they could've met that day.
Kyohei looked at them in confusion, not sure what was going on between the two archenemies. Izaya would usually run, and Shizuo would start chasing him, yet there they were, staring at one another but not doing anything else. "Oi, what happened?" he asked again, hoping to get an answer, only to almost flinch when Izaya shot him a murderous glare.
The timing couldn't have been worse, thought Izaya as he kept glaring at Kyohei. Then again, perhaps this is a great opportunity. The corners of his lips moved upwards, and his smirk turned feral at the thought of torturing the beast some more. He raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Ok, all right, I'll tell you what happened," he said and watched as the color drained from Shizuo's face.
"Izaya w-wait," Shizuo said in a weak, almost pleading voice.
Izaya lowered his hands and chuckled. "Why? Dotachin here asked me a question."
Kyohei reluctantly nodded.
"You see, Shizu-chan here caught me a couple of months ago," Izaya said and laughed when he heard the gasps coming from Kyohei and Erika, his eyes sparkling in malicious delight at the way Shizuo's entire body language screamed misery and dread.
"What happened...?" Kyohei dared to ask, now curios to know what had transpired between the two of them to make them act so strange.
Izaya leaned against the van and tried to come up with a way to tell them the truth but at the same time to keep it hidden from them. No matter how much he wanted to hurt the beast, he couldn't go around telling people what really happened between the two of them. All he had to do was to phrase his answer in such a way that Dotachin would think that he got beaten while the brute would understand exactly what Izaya meant. He chuckled darkly, now knowing what to say in order to inflict maximum damage. "Shizu-chan took great pleasure in breaking my body, you wouldn't even believe it! He was so brutal that by the time he was finally done, I couldn't even walk anymore. Ah, Shizu-chan truly is a monster..."
Kyohei flinched at the confession, knowing that Shizuo's must've really lost it if he hurt Izaya that badly.
Erika on the other hand squealed. "Shizu-Shizu and Izayan finally admitted their love for one another!" she said and clapped her hands. "I always had a feeling that Shizu-Shizu was a beast in bed." She turned to Izaya, her eyes sparkling. "I knew it! Shizu-Shizu must be really big if you couldn't even walk afterwards."
All three males stared at her in disbelief, both Izaya and Shizuo feeling faint, while Kyohei was simply disgusted by her words.
"Shut up," Shizuo said, somewhat in shock after hearing her disgusting speculations. She was obviously not that far from the truth, but she got it all wrong nonetheless.
"How can you fantasize so easily about men you know in real life?" Kyohei asked and shook his head in disapproval.
"But we all know that Shizu-Shizu and Izayan secretly love each other!" Erika continued, now in full fujoshi mode.
"Shut up," Shizuo repeated, this time a bit louder as he fixed her with the full force of his glare, rage starting to dangerously surge through his veins.
Erika pouted, not yet realizing the danger she was in. "You can't hide it anymore, so there's no point in denying it!"
Izaya's knees turned to jelly, and he feared they would buckle if he stayed there for much longer. He should've predicted that Erika would twist his words to suit her fucked up fantasies.
"SHUT UP!" Shizuo shouted, her ignorance obviously hurting Izaya, the flash of awareness in those crimson eyes telling him that Izaya knew what was about to happen if the fujoshi didn't stop.
Erika didn't seem fazed by the outburst, because she continued with her ignorant rant. "If I were to guess, I'd say that it was rough, passionate sex. Did Shizu-Shizu make Izayan scream in pleasure over and over again?" she asked, her brain getting bombarded by mental images of the two men engaged in sexual acts.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" snapped Shizuo just before he stomped to the nearest stop sign he could find and uprooted it from concrete, his expression wild as he turned around, his eyes zero-ing in on the fujoshi. "Shut up," he repeated, this time in a tone so dangerous that made Erika cower in fear.
Kyohei moved in-between the livid Shizuo and the terrified Erika in an attempt to stop the conflict before it went any further, but even he knew that nothing could save his friend if Shizuo didn't snap out of it. "Calm down, Shizuo. I know she's a bit strange, but there's no reason to overreact," he said, and then almost felt like shrinking back himself when Shizuo stomped towards them. He did however succeed in keeping his ground, and by the time Shizuo reached him, both Walker and Saburo were back, and that helped a bit, because Walker pulled Erika away while Kyohei tried to tackle Shizuo in an attempt to distract him from his target.
It was then when Shizuo finally came back to his senses and he dropped the street sign, Erika's terrified expression making his stomach churn. I could've hurt her, he thought, struck by shock. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice trembling. His eyes darted around to see how Izaya was doing, but he wasn't there anymore, so Shizuo dashed past the van gang, felling regret for losing his control like that. I'm sorry, Izaya. I'm so sorry...
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