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Blind Fury	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 31 - Howl Of The Gathered
Shinra grit his teeth as he helped Izaya out of his coat and then out of the bloody t-shirt, trying his best to not completely snap at the man. "Sit!" he ordered and pointed at the hospital bed before he stomped towards the other side of the room to pick up disinfectant as well as some gauze to clean up the wound before sewing it.
Izaya mechanically sat down, too distracted by Shizuo's confession to notice the doctor's furious expression until the man was right in his face, ferocious eyes staring at him as though he was about ready to slaughter him. Startled, he recoiled from the glare, knowing full well just how dangerous the mad doctor was when he lost it. "W-What...?" he stuttered, wondering why his friend was so enraged.
"What you ask...? What?" he growled and grabbed Izaya's arm to pull him closer so that he could clean the wound.
Izaya nearly trembled at the fury emanating from the doctor, and he clenched his jaw and tried not to cringe as the man kept staring at him, the silence stretching for what felt like an eternity before Shinra finally released him and proceeded to clean the wound none too gently. He nearly recoiled again when Shinra threw him a glare, a frightening thought taking root into his mind and refusing to fade away. Now worried about what the man would do, he watched as Shinra threw away the gauze, his red eyes following his every move, and then he bit into his lower lip in apprehension when the doctor picked up the needle with the holder and moved to sew the wound. "W-Wait! Wait!" he screeched when it looked like the frightening thought from mere moments before was about to turn into reality.
"Is there a problem?" Shinra asked in a cold voice, Izaya's reckless behavior infuriating him so much that he could barely restrain himself from smacking the idiot.
"You can't be s-serious about this!" Izaya said in a trembling voice, his eyes momentarily flickering down to the needle before locking with the doctor's dark grey ones. He wasn't one to be afraid of humans in general, but Kishitani Shinra was no ordinary man, and as such he dreaded to be anywhere near him when the doctor was in one of his sadistic moods. Judging by the way he was staring at him, it didn't look like he was planning to stand down, so Izaya pushed him away and jumped off the bed, wincing when more blood gushed from the stab wound. "I'd rather go to a hospital instead of getting tortured by you again," he said through clenched teeth, his brows furrowing in confusion when he heard him sigh.
"Fine, I will use local anesthesia," Shinra said and went to pick up a syringe.
Izaya watched him for a few moments before he reluctantly sat down again, feeling as though he had just dodged a bullet. He wasn't one to complain about pain in general, but after the agony he had to suffer because of Shizuo, he preferred to avoid it as much as possible. He knew that no matter what he said, Shinra would still be mad at him, so he chose to remain quiet while the doctor injected him with the anesthetic and began to sew the cut, musing on how to punish the monster sitting in the living room.
"The stab wound was not very deep. What happened?" Shinra asked once he was done, surprised that Izaya got stabbed to begin with.
"Ah, you see, I ran into Shizu-cha―"
"So it was that monster!" Shinra hissed and grabbed him by the arm, his mind set on finding out the truth even if he had to beat it out of him.
"No, it wa―"
"Why are you protecting him?"
"I'm not!" Izaya snapped, red eyes staring into Shinra's furious ones. "I hate him so much that I can barely restrain myself from going out there and slitting his throat!"
Shinra just glared at him, unable to comprehend why the man would ever want to be anywhere near that monster. "Why did you bring him here and asked me to treat him after what he did to you?" he inquired, hoping for an explanation that made sense.
"He can't die until I'm fully satisfied," Izaya said in a hollow voice while staring into nothingness.
"You'll never be satisfied!" Shinra snapped, the fury burning through his veins almost making him tremble.
"Perhaps, but I can't stop, because he is anathema to me," Izaya answered honestly.
"Please don't go anywhere near him again," Shinra pleaded as he put a hand on the man's shoulder and squeezed it gently. "I don't want you to get hurt again, I can't... I don't want to see that again."
Izaya clenched his fists into the sheets next to his thighs and lowered his head, the idea of the doctor seeing him the way he was back then and having to treat him making him drown in shame. "I shouldn't have told Kasuka your name that night," he said in a quivering voice. "I shouldn't have gotten you involved―"
"Stop with that nonsense!" Shinra growled in an uncharacteristic way, pissed off that Izaya was so dumb to believe that he would rather see him dead than to take care of his injuries. He had to find a way to make the idiot realize once and for all that he somewhat cared about him. He grabbed the man's jaw and forced his head up until their eyes met. "I'm angry because you're letting him get so close to you. Don't you understand how dangerous he is?"
"I understand," Izaya said and tried to tear himself away from the fingers capturing his jaw, the doctor's worried expression making him feel guiltier than he already felt for bringing the beast there.
"No, you don't, because if you did, you wouldn't go anywhere near him," Shinra said thickly and scrubbed a hand over his face after taking off his glasses, the beginning of a headache creeping up on him. "Do you know the sight I was greeted with when I entered the bathroom that night?"
Izaya laughed brokenly and closed his legs on instinct, the memory of that horrible pain making a shiver run down his spine. "I have a pretty good idea," he finally answered as he dimly stared at his thighs, his vision hazed by the memory of the blood he could almost see running down his legs.
"The water was crimson, that's how much blood you lost. That... that monster, that animal ripped you apart. Had I arrived twenty minutes later, you would've been dead right now. Please, please stay away from him," Shinra pleaded, his voice thick with emotion. "What if he loses it and attacks you again?"
"Shizu-chan said that he will never hurt me agai―"
"Snap out of it already!" he said and grabbed the idiot by the arms. He tightened his hold on the too skinny limbs and shook him a few times, hoping that Izaya would wake up and see the danger he was in. "He can't be trusted! Do you really want to risk your safety just for revenge? It's not worth it, not if you're dead, because next time he loses it, he will kill you. He might even fuck you to death, is that what you want?!"
Izaya whined pathetically and shook his head. "He said that he wouldn't do it again, and earlier today, he saved―"
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Shinra snapped and buried his right hand into the black locks of his idiot patient. "Look at me!" he ordered and forced Izaya's head up again, not letting go even when the man tried to weakly pry away his hand. "I don't care what he says, he will relapse, and then he will rape you again, and maybe next time I won't get to you in time. Is that what you want??"
"I know that he can't be trusted," Izaya said, his body going limp in Shinra's hold.
"Then why?" Shinra asked and released him, exasperated by the man's stubbornness.
Izaya's body shook with incessant tremors, so he raised his legs and hugged his knees, curling into a ball on the hospital bed. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, unable to find his voice. His thoughts were a jumbled mess, so to say them out loud in a way that would make sense seemed like an impossible task. He perfectly understood where Shinra was coming from, but at the same time he couldn't stop wanting to damage Shizuo until the beast was just as broken as he was. He knew that he could get attacked any time he was anywhere near that animal, but judging by the few times he ran into Shizuo, it looked like the stupid monster was finally learning to control his rage at least to some degree. Just knowing that the protozoan regretted his actions made him feel better, because he didn't want to think how it would've been if Shizuo didn't feel any remorse towards what he had done to him.
"Hey," Shinra said softly and sat next to him on the bed, "are you all right?"
"C-Cold," said Izaya in a trembling voice.
Shinra used the opportunity to wrap an arm around Izaya's back and pull him into a hug, the man's surprised gasp followed by weak resistance making him chuckle softly.
"W-What a-are you d-doing?" Izaya stuttered.
"Warming you up."
Izaya stood stock still for a few moments, trying to decide whether he wanted to pull away or to snuggle in closer. He wasn't one for hugging or for sickly sweet signs of affection, but he was so cold that his teeth were chattering, so he gave in and moved closer, a satisfied sigh slipping past his lips once he started warming up.
"If you tell Celty about any of this, I'm going to dissect you," Shinra warned, feeling slightly uncomfortable about the whole thing.
Izaya snickered at first, but then he almost purred like a cat when Shinra started running his hand up and down his back, the man's touch no longer bothering him like it did in the past. The doctor had most likely gauged his reactions to see how far he could go, and Izaya was grateful for that, because at no point did he feel threatened by anything he did.
"I simply can't stay mad at you," Shinra confessed, amusement clear in his voice. "Do you think he left?" he asked in a more serious tone.
"No, because Shizu-chan wants to―" he started but he never got to finish because Shinra's phone beeped and the man fished it out from the pocket of his coat to answer the message.
"It's Celty," Shinra answered the unspoken question before he set the phone on the bed and proceeded to gently run his fingers through Izaya's hair.
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her that both you and Shizuo are here, and that I'd appreciate it if she could treat his wounds because I'm busy taking care of you."
Izaya chuckled and tightened his hold around Shinra's torso, his teeth finally ceasing their incessant chattering.
"I'm going to let it go for now, but I expect answers soon," Shinra warned, and he could feel Izaya tense in his arms before the man nodded weakly. He didn't like the idea of Celty being anywhere near that animal, but he didn't like how depressed she appeared to be lately, so he hoped that helping Shizuo would make her feel better, if only a little.

* * *
Celty almost dropped her PDA when she read the message, shocked that Shinra would let Shizuo into their home. She immediately jumped on her bike and drove to the apartment in record time, not even caring about the fearsome police officer trying to get her to stop for running a red light at some point. She looked around to make sure that she lost the man, and then she rushed to the elevator. It was only after she found herself inside the apartment and made those last few steps towards the living room that she realized how terrified she was about the whole thing. She wasn't scared of him in the traditional sense of the word, but she dreaded their encounter nonetheless, because the Shizuo sitting dejectedly on the coffee table in her living room was not the same person she once knew. The man before her had sexually abused another person, and even if said person happened to be Orihara Izaya, it was still wrong. It didn't look like he had noticed her presence, so when she sat down on the couch in front of him he jerked in surprise, his startled expression quickly morphing into one of shame.
"Celty, I..." he said in a tormented voice, but didn't find the strength to continue.
[ Shinra told me to take a look at your wounds, ] she typed on her PDA and showed him the message before she got up and went to retrieve the emergency medical kit they kept in the bathroom. She didn't like the idea of treating Shizuo herself, because she didn't have any confidence in her skills, but she had seen Shinra at work before, and she hoped that she would manage.
"You don't have to do this," Shizuo said when she came back.
Celty's posture turned rigid, and she needed a few moments to clear her absent head before she found the strength to type her reply. [ I'm not going to let you die. ]
Shizuo cringed at the memory of her struggling to pull the switchblade away from his chest back when he attempted to end his own life, and he felt remorse for scaring her like that. "Thank you," he said, grateful to her for not allowing him to die while still thinking that Kasuka had been irreparably damaged because of him.
[ Where are you injured? ]
"Back, three stab wounds," he said and proceeded to take off his jacket and t-shirt while Celty got things ready. He wanted nothing more than to get up and run out of the apartment, but no matter how ashamed he felt, he would grit his teeth and endure Izaya's punishment, because it was the least he could do after everything that happened between them.
[ Did Izaya do this? ] Celty asked just before she grabbed some gauze to clean the wounds.
"Yeah, but it was a misunderstanding. We didn't really fight, if that's what you're thinking," he answered after about a minute of awkward silence, and then noticed how her hand stilled for a moment before she put the bloody gauze away, picked up the needle, and started sewing his wounds.
Celty couldn't be sure if what she was doing was right, but no matter how much she wanted to stomp into the lab, drag Shinra out of there and force him to take over, she couldn't do that to the man she loved. When she had told him to make friends back when he was still in school, she never imagined that he would pick someone as terrible as Izaya, but somehow, the two of them became close, and now she knew that Shinra would even go as far as to murder Shizuo for Izaya if given the opportunity. She hated the current situation, especially the knowledge of what her friend did to the Informant, and when her mind unwillingly envisioned it, she shook her helmet so hard that it dropped to the floor with a clank.
Startled, Shizuo jumped to his feet and turned around, a grunt slipping past his lips when the thread pulled at his skin before it tore away.
Celty immediately put the needle down and picked up her PDA. [ I'm sorry! ]
"Don't worry about it," he said and went to pick up her helmet while she prepared another needle and thread. "I'm the one who's sorry," he continued after he came back and sat down, still holding onto her helmet. "I ruined everything, haven't I? Don't answer, just hear me out please. First of all, I want to thank you for being a good friend to me all these years. Your calming presence stopped me many times from breaking bones or twisting necks, and for that I'm grateful. You're more human than most people I know, hell, you're more human than I am, so don't let anyone tell you otherwise," he said and held onto her helmet for a few moments longer before setting it down on the coffee table. "I didn't want you to have to do this, but this is another one of Izaya's punishments, to have me see just how much my friends hate me, so I had no choice but to stay here and wait for you."
Celty felt as though an invisible fist had grabbed her heart and was squeezing it without mercy, Shizuos' grief having seeped into his voice as he conveyed his feelings and thoughts. She still couldn't understand how he could jump from beating up people to rape, but at the same time it didn't seem too far fetched if it involved Izaya, because the Informant had the talent of bringing out the worst in Shizuo. She took one look at her 'work of art' and set the needle down before she walked past him and sat down on the couch in front of him. [ I don't hate you, ] she told him, and watched as his eyes seemed to get some of their life back, [ but I'm disappointed in you, ] she continued, even though she knew that her words would hurt him. She had always been honest with him, and she had no intention of ever changing that about her.
"I'm sorry," Shizuo said and lowered his head, dyed locks hiding his eyes from view.
It broke her heart to see him like that, because he still cared about him, but she wanted to speak her mind, so she typed something again and pushed the PDA into his face until he read the message. [ There's no excuse for what you've done. ]
He simply nodded, the light blurriness in his eyes telling him that her words hurt him more than he ever wanted to admit.
[ I had to clean Izaya's blood off his bathroom floor and tub, and that's not something I wish to ever do again. ]
[ And Shinra... can you imagine what it must've been like for him to see his best friend like that? I shudder just thinking about it. ]
Shizuo felt his heart getting ripped to shreds by her words, and he rapidly blinked his eyes in an attempt to get rid of the tears starting to form at the corners of his eyes.
[ However, there is also no excuse for what Izaya did to you. ]
Shizuo actually jerked in surprise at that, and he had to read the message twice to make sure that he got it right.
[ He tried to get you killed before, and unlike you, he still hasn't shown any remorse for what he's done. ]
"He doesn't have to, because he's already paid for it. That's why I did it. In my crazed state, I thought that by doing... that... to him, we would be even," he said, nearly choking on the words.
[Oh... ] was Celty's only reply, because she hadn't thought about it that way.
"Thank you again for everything. I don't expect forgiveness from anyone, and if I could go back and undo what I've done, I would do it in a heartbeat, but that's impossible, so all I can do now is live with what I've don―"
"Is Shizu-chan as good as new again?" Izaya asked in a singsong voice and slowly made his way towards the coffee table where he sat down on the opposite side from where the beast was sitting. Gathering his courage, he leaned against Shizuo's back, struggling to fight off the nausea as their naked skins touched, the beast tensing and the surprised noise escaping his lips bringing him enough satisfaction to momentarily distract him from the torture he threw himself into.
"What are you doing?!" Shinra nearly screeched, horrified, shocked by the the man's insane behavior. He immediately grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him up, but Izaya only leaned harder into Shizuo, hoping to inflict some pain on the beast.
"This is doctor brutality!" he cried out in protest and tried to free his wrist from the iron grip. "It's fine, Shizu-chan won't hurt me, right, Shizu-chan?" he asked, his lips quirking upwards into a smirk when the brute made a sound of assent. "Anyway, would you prefer it if I stained your couch with blood?" he asked, pouting, hoping that the doctor would back off because he was having too much fun pressing his shoulder into the brute's injured back.
"YES! I would prefer you did that!" Shinra quickly answered and pulled Izaya so hard that the man ended up crashing into his arms, a surprised yelp followed by a pained grunt spilling past both their lips.
Shizuo sprang to his feet and took a step around the table to go help them, but it didn't look like either of them needed help, so instead he stopped and just stood there watching them.
Izaya tried to push himself away, but Shinra caught him and pulled him back. "Aren't you being a little overprotective?" he asked, his voice betraying some of the annoyance he felt.
"One can never be too overprotective when it comes to someone as foolish as you," Shinra answered in a calm voice as he pushed Izaya behind him, now standing between Shizuo and his idiot patient.
"I'm going home," said Shizuo and turned around, only to stop in his tracks when he heard Izaya's next words.
"Who would've thought that all it took for the two of us to be able to stand in the same room without actively trying to kill each other was for Shizu-chan to almost fuck me to death?" he chirped, thoroughly enjoying the way in which the beast's shoulders sagged after hearing the truth.
Shinra felt all the color drain from his face, and for a moment he feared that his knees might buckle and that he'd fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes. He'd done everything in his power to keep the truth away from Celty, and yet the ungrateful bastard behind him crushed all of his efforts with only a few words.
Izaya didn't even have time to react when Shinra turned around and wrapped both hands around his neck, seriously trying to squeeze the life out of him. He tried to push him away but there was no use, not with the injuries and blood loss he'd suffered that day.
"How dare you hurt my Celty after everything I've done for you?" he hissed, only waking up from his murderous frenzy when Shizuo and Celty grabbed his arms and pried him away from Izaya. "Let go!" he demanded, and then went limp in their hold when he read the text on Celty's PDA.
[ I've already known for a while. ]
"How did you find out?" he asked, his usual cheerful voice now laced with grief.
Izaya coughed a few times, struggling to breath, the man's strength having taken him by surprise. "I told her," he said and nearly recoiled at the angry glare sent his way.
"I see. You can let go now," Shinra said in a surprisingly calm voice, "I won't attack him anymore," he then added and went to his lab to retrieve Izaya's t-shirt and coat. He quickly made his way back to the living room and threw the bloody clothes in Izaya's direction. "Get out of my house," he said in the coldest tone he could muster before he turned to Shizuo and gave him the same message. "You too. Now."
Both Shizuo and Izaya picked up their clothes and silently made their way out of the apartment, the violent way in which Shinra closed the door making them wince.
"You shouldn't have told her just because you wanted to hurt me," Shizuo said and lit up a cigarette, his deprived lungs screaming for a smoke.
"I didn't," Izaya said in a flat tone and proceeded to put on his clothes.
Shizuo's brows furrowed in confusion.
Izaya sighed and started walking away, Shizuo following closely behind him. "She cornered me in the stairwell, so I had no choice but to tell her. Does your stupid protozoic brain really think that I enjoy telling people how you almost fucked me to death?"
The flea's question took him so badly by surprise that Shizuo choked on the smoke. He stopped in his tracks and coughed a few times, at the same time realizing that it was best if Izaya went ahead.
"Well?" Izaya asked as he turned around, eyes narrowed in annoyance.
"I'll take the stairs," said Shizuo and took another drag from the cigarette.
Izaya shrugged. "Suit yourself. Ah, but before I go, you can have this back," he said and threw him the switchblade, Shizuo barely succeeding in catching it.
"Huh?"
"I wouldn't want to take away such an important trophy," Izaya sneered and threw him a disgusted look. "Consider it your reward for helping me today."
"It's n-not a trophy," Shizuo stuttered, embarrassed at having been caught carrying the weapon around.
Izaya sniggered, eyes sparkling in malevolence. "Then what is it, hmm?"
"A reminder..."
"Of how much you enjoyed fucking me into the ground?"
"No!" Shizuo rushed to answer. "Of the biggest mistake I've done in my entire life."
"You might be able to fool Celty, or maybe even Shinra one day, but you will never fool me. I was there, so I know the real Heiwajima Shizuo. You might be sorry for what you've done, but I remember your grunts of pleasure and your painful thrusts, as well as your demeaning words, because that's what you wanted, no? You wanted to engrave every single one of them into my body and into my mind so that I'll never forget," he said and pointed to his head.
Shizuo could barely breathe, let alone say anything, so instead he just stood there, watching the man he had tried to break with all of his might.
"Congratulations, Shizu-chan, you succeeded, because I'll never forget," said Izaya before he turned around and started walking away. "I'll see you around," he then added as a promise of the pain that was to come, and he smiled bitterly when he heard Shizuo's fist slam into the wall, because that was the only thing he could do. We'll definitely meet again and again, until you're just as broken as I am.
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