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Blind Fury	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As much as he wanted to stay there and not move a single muscle, he knew that he had to get up and go home, least he wanted to die like a dog in that dirty alley where he'd just been raped. He could already imagine someone finding his bleeding sodomized corpse, the sight of it enough to most likely traumatize any of his humans for the rest of their lives. Disgust welled up inside of him at the thought and he steeled his mind on getting out of there no matter what. Grinding his chattering teeth harder, he crawled towards the nearest window, grabbed the metal bars with his left hand and pushed himself up using his uninjured leg, the task of just standing making him want to welcome the blissful unconsciousness bordering on the limits of his awareness.

Not trusting his legs not to buckle, he hung onto the bars for dear life. His eyes were scrunched up in agony and gasps escaped in a jumbled mess at the sheer effort it took to simply keep standing, but he knew that he couldn’t afford to lose consciousness no matter how much his tattered body told him otherwise. He stayed like that for a while, trying to get accustomed to the vivid pain tearing his mind to shreds. His vision flickered once his eyelids fluttered open, and as he took a look at his surroundings, he finally recognized the place where the beast had dragged him and showed him just how easily he could break him. Shizuo had been smart to pick that particular spot, a testimony to the fact that the man knew the area very well, the buildings surrounding him having been abandoned due to the risk of collapsing during a major earthquake.

A jolt of acute pain raced through his entire body, bringing Izaya back to the matter of getting home before he really passed out. He waited for a bit longer to make sure that he wouldn’t faint at the first movement before he bent down and struggled to pull up his pants with only one working and trembling hand, the task proving to be more difficult than he had first imagined because the material kept slipping though his stiff cold fingers as he struggled to tug them up. He almost sighed in relief when they were finally back in place, but the feeling was short-lived when he realized that one of his shoes was missing. His eyes darted around the place until he finally spotted it not far from where he was standing. He took a step towards it in an attempt to reach it, but he ended up throwing up the moment more of his blood and the beast's seed gushed from his abused hole, the disgusting feeling making his stomach turn upside down.

He cursed Shizuo to hell and back, his head pounding much worse than before and the blood from the injuries on his head burning his eyes each time he blinked. When he was finally done puking he wiped his mouth and tightly held his broken wrist as he breathed in and out, disheveled. His drenched body was trembling from both the shock and the cold, agonized whimpers squeezing out between his teeth for a few moments until he scrubbed a hand over his bloodied face, aware that if he didn't start moving soon he would end up having a complete mental breakdown. He proceeded forward, limping towards the shoe until he managed to get to it and slip it on. With a stabbed, swollen leg, a bleeding, torn ass and a broken rib and wrist, his body protested each time he took a step forward, hurting in ways he never thought possible.

He started moving at a snail's pace, back hunched from the intense pain as he dragged his broken body while trying to ignore the pain, at the same time struggling to stop the events of that evening from replaying in his distressed mind, not noticing the person behind him until he was grabbed by the arm and spun around. As he recoiled from the contact, his back hit the wall he was previously leaning against, and he stared in fright at the person before him, trying to remember why the face looked familiar.

“Do you need help?” the person asked mechanically, but it looked like Izaya was having a hard time recalling words and what they meant. “Can you hear me? Are you all right?” the man tried again, but there was still no answer. “Orihara-san, what’s wrong with you?”

Finally recognizing his own name, Izaya's eyelids fluttered in an attempt to get rid of the blurriness so that he could look better at the person before him. “Who are you?” he asked in a voice so low that the other man had to strain his ears in order to hear him.

“You don’t remember? It’s me, Kasuka.”

“Kasuka…” Izaya repeated slowly, trying to find the information hidden inside the fog in his mind.

“Heiwajima Kasuka, Shizuo’s younger brother.”

“Heiwajima…” Izaya repeated before something in his mind clicked and he shuddered in intense terror as he tried to tear himself away from the fingers capturing his arm.

“Calm down, I only wish to help,” Kasuka assured him as he released his hold, causing Izaya's feeble body to plummet to the ground like a rock. He immediately bent down to pick him up, only for his hand to halt in mid-air when he saw those terrified bloodshot brown-red eyes staring at him as though he had been the one to hurt him.

“Did Shizuo s-send you h-here?” Izaya asked in a shaky voice, panic surging at the thought of the beast sending his little brother to finish him off.

“No, I haven’t talked to him in a while. I’m sorry, Orihara-san, I only wanted to help,” Kasuka spoke softly, unable to comprehend why Izaya was so shaken by his presence.

Realizing that Kasuka had seen the fear in his eyes, Izaya lowered his head in an attempt to hide his face from view, only to raise it again when he heard the sound of a phone opening and of buttons being pressed. “W-What are you doing?” he nearly squeaked and eyed the man suspiciously, wondering if perhaps he was calling the beast to inform him that his archenemy was wounded.

“Calling an ambulance,” was Kasuka's curt answer.

“Don’t! Stop!” Izaya hurried to demand, aware that Kasuka would never call an ambulance if he knew what Shizuo had done.

“You need help. The injuries on your head look really bad,” Kasuka insisted.

“S-Stop it!” Izaya half-begged and half-demanded, panic-stricken at the thought of anyone ever finding out about the shameful things that had been done to him. He apprehensively waited for Kasuka's response, the hands he tucked beneath his arms shaking with fine tremors as the uncertainty of what the monster's brother would do next seemed to endlessly drag on.

After a few long moments of awkward silence, Kasuka snapped the phone shut and pushed it back inside the right pocket of his jacket before opening his mouth and speaking in the same monotone voice he always used regardless of the situation he was in. “Can I at least take you home?”

Izaya gazed deep into Kasuka's eyes to see if there was any malice in them, but all he could see was emptiness, which was the opposite of what he was used to seeing when it came to the beast, so he nodded, finally understanding that he couldn't get home by himself in the state he was in. He watched as Kasuka called a cab and then waited until the car arrived. He had considered that option too, but he doubted that any driver would let him in when his clothes were soaked in blood.

As expected, he heard the two men arguing, but he couldn’t focus on what they were saying nor did he care enough to try to make out their words, not when his head was painfully throbbing. It was only when Kasuka called his name and offered a hand to help him up that he was brought back to reality.

He took it hesitantly and got up with the other man’s help, all the while trying to fight off the disgust he felt at having Shizuo's brother touch him. He was in too much pain to even stand let alone walk, so he leaned against Kasuka and limped towards the cab. The hardest part came when they reached the car, where he tried his best not to cry out in agony when he had to sit down on the backseat. He heard more than watched Kasuka close the door before the man went around the car to sit with him, all the while the asphyxiating pain in his backside almost bringing fresh tears to his eyes. He ruthlessly bit into lower lip, hoping to stifle any sounds threatening to come out the moment the car started moving. He was unwilling to let others know just how badly he was hurting. I just want to go home, he thought, despairing, before he sank into the sluggishness and allowed his body to fall to the side when the cab took a tight corner, his head somehow ending up in Kasuka’s lap. “I’m… sorry. I just c-can’t―”

“It’s okay, Orihara-san, don’t worry about it," Kasuka said, briefly wondering what exactly had happened to his brother's enemy. It was none of his business though, and as soon as he made sure that Izaya got home, he'd be on his way. It was more than most people would've done, considering what the man had done to Shizuo over the years. "Orihara-san… can you hear me?”

“Y-Yeah,” he answered weakly.

“Where do you live?”

It surprised Izaya that it didn't even cross his mind to inform the driver of his home address. Normally, he would've easily recalled the information, but at that moment he found it extremely difficult to remember, especially when all he could think about was the pain between his legs and the wetness causing wild shivers to wreck his broken frame. Gritting his teeth in frustration, he scrunched his eyes shut and tried to fish out the information he needed out of the violent storm going on inside his mind. He whispered it to Kasuka when he eventually found it because talking just hurt too much, especially when his throat was sore from so much screaming, and then waited for the beast's brother to relay the information to the driver before he could finally allow his consciousness to succumb to the darkness bordering on the edges of his awareness.

It didn't though. Instead, he stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, not even caring that he was leaning against the monster's brother. It felt as though he was drowning in a deep dark abyss where all he knew was agony―the suffocating pain leaving his mind in tatters―until he was forcibly pulled out of it when Kasuka shook him awake and told him they had arrived at the apartment building. Grabbing onto the front seat, he tried to pull himself up but failed, so he waited until Kasuka opened the door and helped him out. Fresh blood gushed from between his legs the moment he stood up again, and a pathetic whimper almost slipped past his tightly shut lips at the thought of having to walk. “The key is in the right p-pocket of my pants, and my wrist is b-broken, so I can't grab it," he finally said, wanting to get it over with as soon as possible so that he could finally allow himself the privilege of surrendering to the darkness tempting him with its sweet promise of oblivion.

Kasuka nodded and proceeded to unbutton the man's coat and pull out the keys, not failing to notice the way in which the smaller body trembled in what looked like apprehension. He tried not to think about why that was because it was none of his business, so instead he distracted his mind by paying attention to the man's pained noises so as to not aggravate his injuries as they walked up to the apartment.

Izaya nearly cried at the sight of his beloved abode, legs nearly buckling in relief as though he had just reached the end of the line and he could go no further. “Bathroom, t-take me there; it’s upstairs,” he ordered because he knew that he would most likely be unable to make the short trip there by himself.

“Got it." Kasuka helped the man up the stairs, assuming that Izaya was planning to take a bath, and that in turn made him question the viability of the plan when his brother's enemy seemed too weakened by whatever had happened to him to even walk by himself, let alone wash and then walk out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

“Help me fill the t-tub, and then get out of m-my house,” Izaya requested, feeling so exhausted that he could barely stand even while using the sink as support. He watched with red-rimmed eyes as Kasuka turned on the water and left the bathroom, the daunting task of taking off his blood-soaked clothes almost making him want to give up and jump into the water as he was. He knew that he couldn't though, so he steeled his mind and proceeded to take off his coat first, then his pants, only to freeze in shock the moment he caught his reflection in the mirror. He stared, transfixed, unable to tear his eyes away from the blood smeared all over his face, as well as the black and purple bruises in the shape of fingers encompassing his neck and imprinted over his mouth and jaw.

He'd been injured before, but it was never this bad, and the fact that his archenemy had been the one to inflict the wounds made everything that much worse. He was almost too afraid to take off his t-shirt after seeing the damage to the face, but he knew that he had no choice so he proceeded to slowly take it off before dropping it on the floor, all the while being mindful of his broken ribs. Unfortunately, he made the mistake of looking down at his legs, the blood streaming down his thighs making the room start to spin around him at a dizzying speed. He gripped the sink tighter and moaned in both physical and mental anguish, the disgust he felt racing through his body mercilessly engulfing him from within. "I didn't deserve this..." he sniveled, and he couldn't stop a wail from climbing up his throat and escaping though his bloody lips as fresh tears spilled down his blood-stained face.

"Orihara-san, are you all right?” Kasuka blurted as he burst through the door, only to stop in his tracks when he saw Izaya leaning against the sink looking as though he was ready to pass out at any moment, the man's dark red gaze slanted his way reminding him of a wounded animal, though to describe him as just a wounded animal was an understatement, because while he could tell that a large amount of blood was gushing from the stab wound in the right leg, the rest of it was coming from between the man’s legs. “You have to call the police,” he said softly.

"I won't," Izaya rushed to answer in a voice sounding pathetic even to his own ears.

"Then I will," Kasuka said with determination.

A bitter laugh welled up from deep within and Izaya allowed it to spill past his bloody lips. “Trust me; you of all people don’t w-want the police involved."

A chill ran down Kasuka’s spine as a terrifying thought emerged and took root into his mind at the man's both scornful and resentful tone. “What do you―“

“Help me get into the tub,” Izaya ordered and then struggled to take those two steps towards it with the help of the beast's brother, all the while wondering if Kasuka had succeeded in figuring out the meaning behind his cryptic words. He almost wanted him to know, because the beast didn't deserve anyone thinking of him as a good person when he clearly wasn't one. Heiwajima Shizuo was an absolute monster, the many wounds littering his body serving as a testimony to that fact.

His jaw stiffened in apprehension when he tried to lift his right leg to get into the tub, but that proved to be more difficult than he had imagined when pain shot up his spine and almost sent him tumbling head first into the wall, the only thing stopping him from such a terrible fate being the firm grip Kasuka had on him. He crawled more than he stepped in, but he couldn't be bothered to care because he was finally where he wanted to be and nothing else mattered besides getting rid of Shizuo’s disgusting seed and the tobacco smell. His wounds stung terribly everywhere they came in contact with the water and he soon learned that he lacked the energy to even move a finger let alone wash, especially when his vision was quickly tunneling into darkness.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to call an ambulance?” Kasuka asked again.

Izaya weakly nodded, his voice hardly above a whisper. “I'm sure.”

”There must be someone I can call. Please, Orihara-san, you're dying,” Kasuka insisted. He was almost certain that Izaya would end up bleeding to death before the night was over if the man didn't get any help.

Izaya pondered the question for a few moments and then whispered a name just before he allowed both his body and his mind to finally succumb to the much awaited state of unconsciousness.

Kasuka rushed to Izaya’s discarded clothes the second he heard the name, immediately recognizing it as belonging to the doctor both his brother and Izaya were friends with. He didn't know his number though, so he hurriedly rummaged thought the pockets of Izaya's bloody clothes until he found the phone and looked through the contacts to find the number belonging to one Kishitani Shinra.

"Why are you calling me this late at night? Don't you know what ti―"

“Orihara-san needs your help. He has lost a lot of blood and I don't think he will last the night if he doesn't get help soon. We're at his apartment, please hurry," Kasuka said and then ended the call before the underground doctor even had a chance to say a word. With that taken care of, he placed the phone on the sink and leaned against the wall. His eyes slowly drifted to Izaya's bloodied and bruised face, the disturbing thought from earlier refusing to give him any peace. Judging by the injuries, Izaya had been brutally raped, which was surprising considering how the man was known for being nearly impossible to catch, but that only served to further prove that whoever had succeeded in doing such a thing was a formidable foe. The whole situation somehow unsettled him more than he wanted to admit, and no matter how much he wished to leave, he knew that he had no choice but to wait and make sure that Izaya wouldn't drown until Shinra arrived.

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Kishitani Shinra was used to getting strange calls from Izaya, but he never expected to hear someone else's voice through one of the man's many phones, especially when he knew how possessive the Information Broker was when it came to those devices. Startled by the whole thing, he put the phone down, worry etched into his face.

Celty immediately noticed the man's expression shift from annoyed to outright perturbed, so she turned off the TV, got up from her spot on the couch and slowly approached him. [What’s wrong?] she asked, hoping that it wasn't something serious.

“I just got a strange phone call,” he said after reading the text his beloved Celty typed on her PDA.

[From whom?]

“I have no idea. I’m sorry, but I don't have time to talk right now. Can you help me gather a few medical supplies?” he asked before he picked up the phone again and called a cab.

[Of course! What do you need?]

"Put these in a proper container," Shinra requested after picking up a few O type blood bags for the transfusion. He always had a few of those hanging around because he was used to getting surprise visits from either Shizuo or Izaya. The two of them rarely bothered to visit unless they needed something, so when they did show up at his apartment it was usually because they needed him to patch up their wounds. He had no idea how many bags he would actually need, or if he would need any to begin with, but it was better to be safe than sorry. If it turned out that it was nothing more than a prank call from Izaya, he planned to beat up the bastard senseless and then make him pay for the visit. Slightly annoyed by that thought, he picked up a medium-size bag from the closet, shoved inside some other things he thought he might need and then turned his attention back to Celty who seemed to be done as well.

[Do you want me to come with you?] she offered as she handed him the blood transportation container.

“I'd love to take you with me, my dear Celty, but I need you here in case I forgot to bring something with me. I’ll call you soon." With a wave of his hand he stormed out of the apartment, seriously hoping that it was just a prank because he didn't want to have to treat an almost dying Izaya.

He ended up paying the cab driver double the sum just to convince him to get there faster, and as soon as the car stopped in front of the apartment building he quickly got out of it and rushed to the elevator, impatiently tapping a foot against the floor until the door opened with a cling and he sprinted out of it, the blood trail leading to the man's apartment making him think that it hadn't been a prank call. “Izaya, are you in there? Open the door!” he nearly shouted. The door swished as it was quickly opened, and Shinra's eyes went wide when he finally realized who had been the one to call him. "Kasuka, why are you―"

"Please hurry, we'll talk about this later; at the moment, there's no time to waste," he pleaded, urging the doctor to follow him inside.

Shinra nodded and followed the man up the stairs and towards the bathroom, the sight meeting his grey eyes when Kasuka opened the door instantly getting burned into his retina. It wasn’t just anyone lying in a bathtub with crimson water, but someone whom he could go as far as to call a friend. Izaya was lying with his head resting on the edge of the tub, unconscious, his right arm hanging limply over the side with the wrist twisted at an odd angle while the man's ashen skin was a heavy contrast to the crimson blood covering a large part of his face. "Did your brother do this...?" he couldn't help but ask, Kasuka's presence further strengthening his belief that it was Shizuo's doing.

Kasuka shook his head, trying to convince himself more than anyone else that his brother couldn't have possibly been the one to do such a thing. "I found him on the street and brought him here. I don't know what happened."

Shinra nodded and approached the tub to check Izaya's vitals. He felt a pang in his chest when he saw the injuries up close and he let out a sigh of relief the moment he confirmed that the man was still alive. "Put some towels on the bed and then bring one here," he instructed, his eyes never leaving Izaya's unconscious form for the whole two minutes it took Kasuka to come back. He held the towel while Kasuka pulled Izaya out of the tub and then the both of them carried the Informant to the bedroom and gently laid him on the bed. Shinra would've preferred to take him back to his place, but he doubted the man would survive long enough to even get there.

"Wipe his head with this," he told Kasuka after retrieving a towel from one of Izaya's drawers and then watched him for a moment to see if the man was doing it right before he got up and went to get some blood to pump into the ghostly pale body. He put on a set of surgical gloves and picked up one of the bags, feeling a bit frustrated that he didn't have an I.V. pole to hang it from. "Hold this," he said just as he thrust the bag into Kasuka's left hand before he inserted the needle into a vein beneath the skin of Izaya's left arm. He then retrieved the blood bag and improvised a way to hang it from the headboard, all the while feeling annoyed that he had wasted too much time setting the whole thing up.

With that out of the way, he proceeded to inspect Izaya for life-threatening injuries. The first thing he noticed was the deep cut on the man's leg and he immediately concluded that it needed to get stitched up before the Informant would lose any more blood than he already had. Judging by its depth, the knife had to have hit bone, but it didn't look like it cut through any major artery. At that moment, Shinra couldn't help but wonder who held such a grudge against Izaya to want to hurt him so badly. It wasn't just the stab wound in the leg that spoke of a vicious attack, but also the many bruises littering the once unmarred skin, especially the ones on Izaya’s face―like someone had covered his mouth to keep him quiet―as well as the bruise in the form of a large palm imprinted on the man's left hip. Shinra’s face turned grim at a particular terrifying thought, the blood pooling between the unconscious man's legs soon confirming his theory. “Did you know he was..."

"Yes. He told me to leave, but I was worried he'd die if I left him alone so I came back and that's when I saw him. I saw the blood," Kasuka said, his eyes roaming over the motionless form as he felt some pity for the man. He didn't care much for anyone in general, least for an enemy of his brother, but the thought of what Izaya had gone through disturbed even his usually emotionless self. "Will he live?" Regardless of how much of a bastard Orihara Izaya was, Kasuka still hoped for a positive response.

"I hope so," Shinra answered honestly and went to get a few more things from his bag. Turning around, he locked eyes with Kasuka. "Can you give us some privacy?" If there was one thing Shinra knew, it was that Izaya would not appreciate him taking care of the more 'delicate' injuries while in the presence of Shizuo's brother.

"Of course," Kasuka answered a bit too quickly. The whole thing was too much to bear and he needed to get away from there.

Shinra watched Kasuka leave before he turned his attention back to the patient. If he survived, the man would most likely hate him just for knowing what happened, but Shinra didn't care as long as Izaya lived. He knew rape to be devastating for the victim, but for someone like Izaya it would most likely be worse because the Informant thought of himself as an untouchable god when he was in fact just another human. "I'm sorry, Izaya," he told his unconscious friend before he steeled himself to check just how badly the man had gotten torn as a result of the savage assault.

On the lower floor of the apartment, Kasuka kept pacing the living room, his earlier thoughts still not giving him peace. What if Shizuo... No, he would never. He couldn't have... but what if…? He couldn't stop thinking about it, and he was feeling somewhat disturbed by his own thoughts. Staring blankly ahead, he told himself that his brother would never do such a thing, that Shizuo was a good man who wouldn't assault another person in such a manner, even if said person happened to be Orihara Izaya. After a while, he felt exhaustion weighing him down, so he sat down on the expensive couch and stayed there alone with only his thoughts as unwanted company for what seemed like an eternity. Eventually he heard Shinra open and then softly close the door behind him and he patiently waited for the man to come downstairs, the look on the doctor's face telling him that Izaya was still alive.

"I really wanted to take him to the hospital so that he could get proper treatment, but I'm sure he would've killed me had I done so." The doctor was feeling a bit faint after seeing the full extent of Izaya's injuries, and that wasn't something he ever wanted to witness again.

"I offered to take him to a hospital, but he refused."

"Sounds just like him," Shinra mused, very much aware that his brittle smile was betraying just how upset he was about the whole thing.

Kasuka hoped that he hadn't been too late in getting help. "Will he be all right?"

Shinra looked pensive for a few moments, his eyes looking unfocused before finally settling on Kasuka's blank face. "I don't know about that, but he'll live. You really don't know what happened?" At that point, he was hoping for anything that could lead him to the culprit.

"I'm sorry, I don't."

Shinra made a sound of disappointment before he took off his glasses and scrubbed a hand over his face. "I see. You've been of great help, thank you. I'll take care of him now, so you can go home and get some rest if you want. I'm sure you have a busy schedule tomorrow," he said while forcing a smile on his face. "He would be dead now if it weren't for you," he then added as an afterthought.

"I'm sorry I couldn't do more."

"You saved his life; that's all that matters," Shinra said and led him to the door. "Thank you again."

Kasuka nodded and walked out the door, knowing that he wouldn't be able to sleep if he didn't visit a certain someone.
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