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Blind Fury	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 30 - Reasonable Doubt
Izaya's steps faltered not too long after he rushed out of there with quick edgy strides, his heart rate accelerating the moment he heard Erika's haunting words, incessant chills oscillating across his spine as images of the cruel way in which he had been raped ― as opposed to what the disgusting fujoshi had envisioned ― crashed into the forefront of his mind, an oppressive feeling of suffocation giving him the impression that he was being smothered. He struggled to breathe, but the pain in his chest was making the task extremely difficult, so his hand shot up to the wall he was walking next to, fearing that his knees would buckle and that he would collapse in the middle of the street as the numbness started to spread throughout his body. Trembling, he leaned against it with his right shoulder for a few moments before he stumbled forward, finally becoming aware through the barrage of terrifying images that he was having a panic attack. Startled by the realization, his quivering hands clenched into fists, eyelids fluttering for a few moments before revealing vexed crimson eyes, teeth gritting in irritation and fury simmering just below the surface at the shameful way in which his body ended up reacting after hearing the ignorant woman's ghastly words. He kept on scuffing his feet across the ground, his fitful ragged breaths making his vision flicker, heightening the sense of nausea burning through the pit of his stomach.
He inwardly cursed Karisawa Erika, the depraved woman having completely startled him with her delusional assumptions, reminding him just how damaged he still was after what had happened, Shizuo's ferocious attack altering his mind in ways that he never thought possible. Infuriated by the outcome of his accidental run-in with the beast, the fujoshi, and Dotachin, he barely restrained himself from slamming a fist into the dirty wall he was using as a support, the fog in his mind instantly clearing the moment he felt the air behind him shift and he was roughly shoved face-first against the rough surface, followed by something sharp being swiftly thrust into his left side, mouth opening in a wordless cry and eyes widening in disbelief at not having sensed the peril until it was too late. Trying to reach either of his switchblades, his hands bolted towards the pockets of his coat, his attempt culminating in failure as both his arms were grabbed by two of his attackers while the third one emptied his pockets before he was dragged away towards a more secluded street, the knife still wedged into his side to most likely discourage him from screaming for help, the threat of that sharp blade sinking deeper into his flesh keeping him compliant despite his body's urge to get away from it at any cost.
"What do y-you want?" he asked through clenched teeth as he was steered around a corner, jaw stiffening from the sheer effort it took to not cry out in pain each time he was forced to take a step forward, the blade painfully jabbing into his flesh. Glaring at the uncommunicative men on either side, he inwardly cursed, fuming about not only the stab wound, but also about the cut in his favorite coat, because after what Shizuo did to him that night, he found himself unable to wear his other coat no matter how many times he had it cleaned, eventually resigning himself to the loss and dressing Kasuka in it before shipping him off to the beast. Turning his head away from the guy who was holding onto both the knife and his left arm, his eyes widened in apprehension when he realized that he was being led towards the far end of a closed off alley, most likely the place where they were planning to kill him. He started struggling, a strangled cry escaping him, the sound reverberated off the walls when the knife was abruptly pulled out of his side and he was shoved away roughly, the momentum making his body painfully collide with the wall before his feet finally found purchase. Grunting in pain, he leaned against the wall and turned around, the black t-shirt he was wearing underneath the coat clinging to his skin as a result of the blood pouring out of the stab wound and soaking the material. He raised his head to glower at the three men, his eyes widening in terror when he noticed Ikebukuro's beast stomping towards them, a sense of impending torment that was about to come slamming into his being so hard that he ended up quailing in the corner, the fury in the man's darkened eyes bringing back the sensation of being assaulted in vivid detail. When it came right down to it, he didn't trust him to not lose it and attack him again, Heiwajima Shizuo being nothing more than a monster pretending to be human.
"What's going on here?" Shizuo growled out the words, eyes burning with rage the moment they fell on the bloody knife poised in his direction.
"Nonya business!" scowled the one holding it, his friends fishing out the switchblades they had previously snatched from the man they were hired to kill.
"It is my fucking business if you shitheads try to take away my prey!" he snarled, furious at the weak creatures before him for creating a scenario that reminded him so much of what had transpired between himself and Izaya in a not so different alley.
"And who the hell are you?"
"Heiwajima Shizuo, Ikebukuro's strongest," he answered curtly, their surprised gasps telling him they knew who he was.
"In that case, go right ahead," said the man with the bloody knife as he moved out of the way, anxious to watch Ikebukuro's strongest beat the other man to death.
For the first time in over two months, Izaya felt hopelessness. It was bad to run into Shizuo on a good day, but for the man to find him when he was both injured and weaponless was the worst outcome of his current imbroglio. His eyes remained transfixed on Shizuo's scowling face as the man approached him, and he couldn't help but wonder if Ikebukuro's beast would be merciful this time around and simply finish him off by twisting his neck or by choking him to death instead of doing his best to break both his body and mind before leaving him to die in a pool of his own blood. He trembled despite himself as Shizuo narrowed the distance until he was right in his face, the proximity to the beast making his muscles tense and his body push harder into the wall in an attempt to somehow disappear through it. He had no doubts that Shizuo would finish him off, not after hearing the beast refer to him as 'prey', and he barely stifled a wail at the unfairness of it all. "Shizu-chan is such a liar," he said, his voice sounding bitter, betrayed, as though he was expecting more out of him after their discussion in the park. He accusingly glared at him, but the beast grabbed his coat and he jerked backwards, eyes widening in disbelief when the monster proceeded to unbutton it and yank it off his left shoulder before tugging at the bloody t-shirt. He tried to wrestle his way out of the beast's hold, but the hand pushing him into the wall was unyielding, the blood gushing out of his wound leaving him too sluggish to efficiently fight back.
"Holy shit, dude, you gonna do what I think ya gonna do?" Shizuo heard one of the punks say and he snapped, his fist flying straight into the wall, the punch leaving behind a crater next to Izaya’s ear, the flea's shocked expression as the skinny boneless body slid down the wall only serving to further increase his already overflowing fury. "KILL! KILL! KILL!" he chanted, but struggled to maintain control, the urgent need to do something that didn't involve violence burning him from the inside, knowing that if he let loose, it would most likely end in a massacre. Shoving trembling hands into his pockets, he hurriedly drew whatever he found inside, including the flea's switchblade and his apartment keys, immediately glaring at them, irritated, before putting the useless items back and lighting up a cigarette. He took a drag from it, an imperceptible amount of tension dissipating from his body when the nicotine finally filled his lungs. Infinitesimally calmer now, he turned his attention towards the men who had stabbed Izaya, something sharp stinging his back, once, twice, thrice, before he finally turned, catching the flea's wrist mid-swing on its way to stabbing him into his chest. He froze, torn between crushing it and letting go, until their eyes locked and it was like he was seeing again that same frightened yet accusing look from that night when he ended up doing the biggest mistake of his life. Don't do it! Don't do it! Don't fucking do it! he inwardly repeated until he found the strength to pull back his hand before losing the battle and pulverizing Izaya's wrist. He roughly pushed away the livid flea, and then he turned towards the others with the intention of using them as an outlet for his anger, figuring that it was better to crush them to smithereens instead of taking it out on Izaya. "IMMA KILL YOU DEAD! IMMA KILL YOU DEADER THAN DEAD!" Shizuo barked, the deep fury that seemed to make his eyes burn startling the three men into a violent recoil. He dashed towards the guy with the bloody knife and punched him in the face so hard that he ended up flying out of the alley and across the street, his friends shrieking in horror while they tried to run, their short sprint ending abruptly when Shizuo grabbed them by the back of their necks and banged their heads together, a few droplets of blood landing on his face. Not yet satisfied, he threw them in the same direction as the first guy, knowing that if he saw their faces again he would most likely kill them. Still pissed off, he was about to take another drag from the cigarette when hysterical laughter erupted from somewhere behind him, the sight of a laughing flea bringing back more of the bad memories that often haunted him.
"What are you going to do now, hmm? Kill me, or try to break me?" asked Izaya once he finally stopped laughing, the switchblade he snatched from Shizuo's pocket pointed in the man's direction. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw that the beast was walking around carrying the weapon he took away from him more than two months prior, and he briefly wondered why Shizuo would do such a thing, but he didn’t have time to dwell on it when the beast was right in front of him, most likely enjoying his distress. "Sorry to disappoint you, Shizu-chan, but I won't beg this time either," he stated in a confident voice. “I will never completely break,” he added, even though he dreaded what the beast would do next.
Shizuo watched the brittle smile on the flea's face and he felt his heart plummet. He should've crushed those men the second he saw them, but he didn't want to risk beating them up without checking if that blood really belonged to the flea, knowing full well that the bastard would most likely lie or invent some stupid shit if he asked him, because everyone knew what a fucked up human being Izaya was and how much he enjoyed screwing with people's minds for his own sick amusement. He also didn't want to risk them killing Izaya before he could stop them, so he had no choice but to pretend to want to kill him as well. "I'm not going to do anything," he finally said and took another drag from the cigarette, the bloody switchblade in Izaya's hand reminding him of his own stab wounds.
Scowling, Izaya glared daggers at him. "How can you say that after you almost ripped my clothes off?!" he asked and quickly pulled the coat back over his left shoulder. "Oh, I see! You wanted to get rid of the audience first! Shizu-chan is either really possessive or extremely shy."
Shizuo's brow twitched in annoyance, and he snapped the cigarette in half with a low growl before taking a deep breath and trying to calm down enough to not want to break the louse's bones so badly. "Fucking flea," he mumbled," let's get you to Shinra."
Izaya blinked in surprise and watched him with a confused expression as the beast turned around and started walking away. "What...?" he asked none too smartly, his brain still trying to process the visual and audio information it was receiving, finding it hard to believe that Ikebukuro's beast would simply walk away after he had just stabbed him multiple times. He shook his head in an attempt to wake up, but he immediately regretted it when the world around him continued to spin even after he stopped. Leaning against the wall, he closed his eyes and waited for it to stop spinning before he finally took a step forward and followed the beast, his right hand still tightly clenched around the switchblade. "Shizu-chan, wait!" he chirped and staggered out of the alley and into the street. "So let me get this straight... you're not going to rape me again?" he asked and waited for that look of absolute guilt to cross the beast's face, a satisfied smile gracing his lips the moment Shizuo cringed and seemed to shrink back as though he'd just been whipped.
Shizuo cursed and lit up another cigarette, the flea's question hurting him more than the stab wounds the insect had previously inflicted. "No, flea, I'm not going to r-rape you again," he stuttered after exhaling the smoke, hating the way his voice sounded.
"Aww, Shizu-chan finally found the courage to say the word! Iza-chan is so proud of you!" he cooed.
"Shut up already and move," he grumbled, "or are you planning to stay here and bleed to death?"
"Oh!" Izaya exclaimed, surprised that he had almost forgotten about his stab wound while talking to Shizuo. "It's a good thing that Shinra's apartment is nearby. Ah, but before we go, I need some information." Ignoring Shizuo's confused look, he headed towards the three men writhing in pain on the other side of the street. "Shizu-chan, can you go fetch my switchblades?" he asked, and then chuckled when he heard the brute mumble something under his breath before going to do as he was told. "Hey, you, wake up!" he said and proceeded to crush the man's hand under the sole of his shoe. "Who sent you?"
"Ple-please s-stop!" the man cried out in pain.
"I will if you tell me who sent you," he promised, his voice so sweet that it was almost nauseating.
"Ue... Ueda..."
"I see," Izaya said flatly, his expression blank as he kicked the man in the side as hard as he could. "That's for stabbing me."
"Got 'em," shouted Shizuo from across the street.
"Shizu-chan is like a bloodhound!" he chirped and languidly walked over to retrieve his weapons from the brute's hand, snatching them none too gently and shoving them into the left pocket of his coat, still unwilling to let go of the bloody switchblade he had previously retrieved from the beast’s pocket. He pulled out his phone and tried calling Celty, immediately scowling again when the Dullahan didn’t answer. He glared at Shizuo as though it was his fault, pissed off at having to walk all the way to Shinra's place when he was injured. "Move, beast!" he ordered, and then laughed when Shizuo muttered some unflattering words under his breath before going ahead. Now that he wasn't in immediate danger of getting assaulted by the brute, he fished out his phone again, dialed a number, and waited for the person on the other end to pick up.
"Orihara-san, to what do I owe the pleasure of your call so soon after our meeting?"
"I must confess that I wasn't expecting you to send people to kill me," said Izaya in a monotone voice in an attempt to hide his irritation.
"What...?"
"I guess that it was wrong of me to assume that Ueda-san was an honorable man."
"Orihara-san, I did not send anyone to kill you."
"The man who stabbed me gave me your name."
"I assure you that I had nothing to do with it… but it might've been one of my brothers," the man added as an afterthought.
"That's possible," Izaya conceded.
"I apologize for getting you involved in this. I will make sure that neither of my brothers will ever bother you again, I give you my word."
Izaya sighed loudly. "If Ueda-san gives me his word, there's nothing more I can do about it."
"I will take care of it."
"Please do," said Izaya before ending the conversation and looking at the beast, the blood soaking the black jacket bringing a sadistic smirk to his face at the memory of his switchblade sinking over and over again into the brute's flesh. The man was really a monster, walking around with three stab wounds as though it was nothing, while Izaya himself was having trouble keeping up with him. The whole situation seemed surreal, and he couldn't help but wonder if perhaps he was hallucinating.
"You should put that switchblade away," Shizuo suggested once they approached the main street.
"No."
"You're going to scare people if you walk around like that," he tried again, hoping to reason with the flea.
"No means no, you protozoan!" Izaya snapped before inhaling a ragged breath, his left hand shooting towards the nearest wall to use as a support.
"Fine," Shizuo said wearily just before he turned left around a corner and kept walking for a while until he noticed that the bastard was not following. Cursing under his breath, he went back and found the insect leaning against a wall, looking as though he was about to pass out. "Ok, that's it, we're doing this my way," he muttered before reaching out to sling Izaya’s arm back over his shoulder, the flea's switchblade flying to his neck so fast that he didn't even have time to react.
"What do you think you're doing?" Izaya growled through clenched teeth, pushing the switchblade deeper until blood started to flow down the beast's neck.
"Apparently getting cut by the bastard I was trying to help," he said softly as to not deepen the incision done with an expert’s precision.
Izaya chuckled darkly. "Does helping me make you feel less guilty about what you did to me?"
"Yeah," was his simple, honest answer.
Lowering his switchblade in a sign of begrudged compliance, he stared at Shizuo with the cruelest smirk he could muster, trying not to think of the way the proximity made his skin crawl or how disgusted he felt just from being touched by the beast. "Lead the way," he said, his mind going in overdrive trying to come up with ways to punish the protozoan as soon as they got to Shinra's place. Normally, he would've rather crawled by himself all the way there, but the idea of seeing how uncomfortable Shizuo would be around Shinra and Celty seemed too good to pass. He knew that it would crush the beast to see his friends look at him with hate, disgust and perhaps even disappointment, and Izaya couldn't wait to see his wounded expression.
After hooking an arm around the flea's back, Shizuo proceeded to walk towards the doctor's apartment, wincing each time someone either screamed or yelped in shock at the sight of the bloody switchblade and of their injured bodies. He barely restrained himself from seizing the damn thing once and for all, and by the time they reached the apartment building Izaya looked about ready to pass out. "Almost there," he said and dragged the flea up the stairs and into the elevator, not failing to notice the way in which the man stiffened the moment they were alone. What a messed up day, he thought. He couldn't wait for the moment when he could finally unhand Izaya, because it felt damn awkward to be so close to the man after what happened between them. He almost sighed in relief once they were out of the elevator, but the feeling was soon replaced by dread at the thought of having to face Shinra. His eyes drifted to Izaya's smirking face as they kept walking, and that's when he realized why the flea had accepted his help in the first place. "Bastard," he hissed, and then watched as the man ignored him and banged his fist against the door, leaving a few smudges of blood behind. The door swished as it opened, Shinra's furious expression almost making him quake.
"What did you do?" Shinra asked in a low dangerous tone, heart beating wildly inside his rib cage, his right hand tightening around the scalpel he carried around in the pocket of his lab coat.
"As much as I'd love to see you attack Shizu-chan, I'll go right ahead and say this is not his fault," he said while pointing to his bloody side, "although I must confess that I thought of lying just to see you punch him again."
Shinra glared, his grip around the scalpel loosening as some of the tension left his body. “What stopped you?”
“The memory of you butchering my bullet wound,” Izaya tiredly uttered.
"Here, let me help you inside," Shinra offered, unable to stand the monster’s presence any longer.
"It's fine, I have Shizu-chan here to help me, you go get everything ready," he told the doctor, enjoying the brute's discomfort as he dragged him inside and dumped him onto the coffee table before straightening his back and standing there uncomfortably. "What's wrong, beast?"
"I should go," Shizuo said through clenched teeth before he ran a hand through his dyed locks.
"Yes, you should. Please get out of my house," Shinra demanded, disgust lacing his words.
Shizuo almost sighed in relief at the words, more than happy to get out of there, but Izaya grabbed his wrist before he even had a chance to move a muscle, the man's cruel smirk telling him that his torture was far being from being over.
"Shizu-chan is hurt too! You're a doctor, Shinra; you can't just chase him out of your house before treating his injuries!" Izaya complained in mock-surprise.
"Watch me," said Shinra and proceeded to push Shizuo away, his attempt at kicking the man out of his apartment being hampered by Izaya who refused to let go of the wrist he had previously captured.
"But Shinra," Izaya whined, "he could die. Do you really want him to die?" he asked, his eyes fixed on the brute's face so that he could see exactly how much it would hurt him to hear the answer.
"Yes, just die, asshole!" Shinra viciously spat out the words and kept pushing, hoping that Izaya would let go this time.
Izaya watched with a sort of twisted satisfaction at the way in which Shizuo's body seemed to completely deflate at Shinra's words, as though all of his energy had been sucked right out of him. "That's right, beast," he viciously spat out the words, "your friends hate you so much, they wish for your death. Was it worth it?" he asked, and watched as Shizuo's face twisted in agony.
"If they hate me so much, they should've just let me die when I wanted to!" he wailed and tore himself away from their grips, limbs shaking with fine tremors.
Izaya gaped at him, for once at a complete loss for words.
"Shoulda died..." Shizuo added in a trembling voice.
"You tried to kill yourself?" Izaya asked once he found his voice again.
Shinra gave a grunt of assent. "He did, but Celty and I stopped him. The coward tried to run away from responsibility by ending his pathetic life."
"That's not what I was trying to do!" Shizuo snarled, pissed off at how they were misunderstanding his actions.
"Shizu-chan doesn't have the right to die, because I'm not done yet," Izaya declared, his red eyes glowing dangerously. "Now sit down, beast!" he ordered, enjoying the looks of confusion on both Shinra and Shizuo's faces. "Sit!"
Shinra raised his arms in a sign of defeat. "I give up. He can stay, but I'm not treating any of his wounds. I'd rather get beaten within an inch of my life than help this monster," he said and proceeded to move Izaya to the room he used as a lab. "Celty will be home soon."
"Don't you dare leave while I'm getting sewed up," Izaya warned before scuffing his feet across the floor and out of the living room while leaning against Shinra.
Shizuo stared at their retreating backs, only allowing his worn out body to collapse on the coffee table once they were out of sight. Hunching forward, he tugged at his hair in despair, the impression that he was plummeting towards a deep dark abyss squeezing his heart so tightly that he could hardly breathe. Shoulda let me die...
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