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Chapter 33 - Sing For Absolution
It was around two in the morning when Tom was woken up from his sleep by the sound of his phone going off. He groaned as he stretched his arm to find it, failing a couple of times before finally grasping the device, scrubbing a hand over his face in an attempt to wake up enough to understand what the person on the other end was saying. "Who are you?" he finally said when he realized that it wasn't Shizuo's voice.
"No one important, but I'd appreciate it if you could come pick up your drunk employee from my bar," the man said in a slightly exasperated tone.
"Shizuo?" he asked, brows furrowed in confusion, because his friend wasn't much into drinking as far as he knew.
"Yes, Heiwajima Shizuo, he's about to pass out on the counter, and there are a few dangerous guys who've been watching him for a while now."
Tom immediately jumped to his feet and rushed to pick up his clothes. "Are you one of his friends?"
"No, but I've seen the two of you around a couple of times, and that's why I know your names. I would appreciate it if you could hurry, because things might escalate very soon. The bar's name is Zon. I assume you know where it is."
"I'll be right there," Tom said and ended the call. He fumbled around in the darkness for a while, trying to find his clothes, until he finally remembered to turn on the lamp on the nightstand, the blinding light making him raise his arm to shield his bleary eyes from it. It hurt to even open them, but he knew that he couldn't waste any more time, so he rushed to his discarded clothes ― the ones he didn't have time to properly hang or fold before he went to sleep ― and proceeded to put them on. He then picked up his phone and keys and called a taxi, wanting to get there as soon as possible.
He knew better than anyone how many enemies Shizuo made over this years, which was one of the reasons he had advised him to never get drunk in public. It was like asking to get mugged, or worse, killed. "Step on it," he told the taxi driver the moment he sat on the back seat, handing him a hefty sum of money to make sure that the man would heed his request. He was usually a very patient man, but for once, he was tempted to throw the other out of the car and drive there himself, because no matter how fast they were going, he still couldn't be sure that he would get there in time. He couldn't help but wonder what was going on with Shizuo, because no matter how he looked at it, his friend seemed to have greatly changed during the span of only about three months. Thinking back, he now remembered the exact day when something in Shizuo changed. He was certain that whatever it was, it must've happened the day before Shizuo showed up at work wearing normal clothes. Prior to their day off, Shizuo was his usual self when they parted ways, but then, not even two days later, he seemed like a completely different person. He blankly stared at the city lights, trying to recall anything that would help him figure out what was going on with his friend, but, unfortunately, he came up empty.
By the time the car stopped in front of the bar, he still had no idea what was wrong with Shizuo. He thanked the driver, got out of the car, and strode inside the establishment, his eyes roaming all over the place until he spotted Shizuo gulping down another glass of alcohol. Instead of rushing in, he searched the crowd for anyone who was observing his friend, immediately spotting two potential threats. Both men were sitting at the same table, far away from the door, the hate they held towards Shizuo evident in their eyes. One of them kept playing with what Tom assumed was a knife inside the pocket of his jacket, a clear indication of how dangerous the person was.
"Tanaka-san," he heard someone say, and he turned his head towards that person.
"You're the one I talked to earlier?"
The man nodded and handed him Shizuo's phone, still marveling at how the device even worked considering how crushed it appeared to be, a few pieces of plastic having already fallen off.
"Thank you." Tom pocketed the phone and then turned towards the men who were obviously after Shizuo's life. "Are there more besides those two?"
"If there are, I haven't spotted them."
Tom fished his wallet from the pocket of his pants and pulled out a few bills. "Thank you for your help."
"I didn't do in the hope of getting some sort of reward."
"Then why did you do it?" Tom asked the younger man, now slightly curious about why he would help Shizuo if the two of them weren't friends.
"Because Heiwajima-san is a good person who would help a complete stranger at the risk of his own life," he said and then continued when the man he knew as Tanaka Tom seemed genuinely curious about it. "About half a year ago, when I was going home from work, I was mugged by two men. One of them had a gun, but Heiwajima-san, who just happened to pass by right at that moment, saw someone in danger and acted with no regard to his safety. I owe him my life, and I wanted to repay him."
"Shizuo hates violence," Tom said with a small smile on his face.
The bartender sniggered. "I'm sure he does. I have to go back to work now, so if you'll excuse me..."
"Wait!"
"Yes?"
"Can you provide us with a distraction so that I can safely get him out of here?"
The man smiled. "No problem."
Tom thanked him again and they shook hands, waiting for the aforementioned distraction to happen so that he could extract Shizuo from inside the bar. The younger man pretended to accidentally trip and spill a few glasses of alcohol on the two stalkers, his acting skills worthy of applause. He made a mental note to come back and properly thank him for his help. Focusing on his task, he approached Shizuo as inconspicuously as possible and grabbed him by the arm while the two stalkers were busy raging at the bartender. "Shizuo, we have to go, now," he told him, but it didn't look like his friend was listening to him, because instead of getting up, he poured himself more alcohol and then drank the whole glass in one go.
"Hic! This tsty," he heard Shizuo slur, lost in his own drunken world. Annoyed, Tom grabbed the glass and pushed it away before he pulled his friend up and half-dragged him towards the back exit.
"'mnot done," Shizuo whined and tried to wring himself from Tom's hold.
"Don't even think about it," Tom said sternly and tightened his grip to make sure that Shizuo couldn't go back. Even drunk, his friend would never use enough strength to harm him, so unless Tom willingly released him, Shizuo had no way of going back without hurting him.
"Not drnk enogh... I still rmembr," Shizuo said, and then tried once again to go back, only to stop in his tracks and follow Tom out the door when the man harshly pulled him by the arm. "I ned t' go bck," he tried again, but it didn't look like his boss was listening to him. "Pleas, I ned to forgt."
"We'll talk about it later," he said and started dragging a very drunk Shizuo through side streets and alleyways, grateful that his friend's apartment was really close to the bar.
"Mor sakeee!" Shizuo shouted, and then laughed nervously when Tom shushed him. "Gotta go," he said in an apologetic voice. "Cnt hold it in 'nymore."
Tom sighed in exasperation and moved towards the nearest alley with Shizuo in tow, his eyes darting all over the place, hoping to spot any danger in case those two men decided to not give up on their prey. "Hurry up."
Shizuo’s shoulders jerked in silent laughter, and he had to grab onto the wall for support as the suppressed sounds quickly turned into full-fledged laughter. "Lots o' sakeee, cnt hury."
"I told you to not get drunk like this," Tom said, feeling exasperated by the messed-up situation he found himself thrown into. "If you weren't such a good guy, you would be dead right now. It's pure luck that you happened to get drunk in a bar where the employee owed you one."
"No good."
"You know how many enem―" Tom started, but stopped when he thought he heard something.
"'m evil..."
"Shhh!!!" Tom said, irritated, and squinted his eyes in an attempt to easier spot the source of the sound. A cat suddenly sprinted from behind a bush and he couldn't help but laugh at the scene. "I really thought we were being follow―"
"You're so dead," a man wearing a ski mask and holding a gun said as he too appeared from behind the same bush as the cat.
"Look, we don―"
"Not you, HIM!" the man said and pointed the gun towards Shizuo, who in the meantime zipped his pants and turned around.
"If you kill him, the police will find you!" Tom said, hoping to dissuade the soon-to-be shooter if he didn't find a way to stop him. His eyes flickering to the gun momentarily, and he realized that the situation was untenable.
"No one messes with the Dollars and gets away with it," said the man, chuckling, and then slowly approached Ikebukuro's beast. "You humiliated me in front of everyone, so just die!" he snarled and fired a shot, the bullet hitting the wall instead of Shizuo's chest.
"Wait," Tom screamed in panic, "you will go to prison if you do this!" The man didn't seem to care though. "Shizuo," he said and turned to his friend, "say something!"
Shizuo laughed and lit himself a cigarette, looking completely unconcerned. "Dun care."
Tom's eyes widened in disbelief, only now realizing just how bad Shizuo was doing because of whatever it was that happened a few months earlier. "You can't be serious!"
"Don't care," Shizuo repeated with nary a care in the world.
The masked man laughed and approached the one he was about to murder. "I lost my girlfriend because of you, so die you bast―" he said, but never got to finish because something hit him in the head so hard that he lost consciousness.
"I knew he was trouble," said the bartender after he pocketed the Kubotan he used to knock the other man unconscious. "I needed something to defend myself after I almost got killed," he said, smiling, answering Tom's unspoken question.
Tom finally allowed himself to breathe in relief. He'd seen the man sneak behind the masked punk, and he almost thought that he wouldn't make it in time, but the assailant had been too busy insulting Shizuo to pay attention to his surroundings. "Thank you, again..."
"Takaba Shin. Just call me Shin," the bartender said and pulled out his cellphone to call the police.
Tom left the man alone for a bit and went to Shizuo's side, finding his darkened gaze to be rather disturbing. "Hey, Shizuo, let's get you home."
This time, Shizuo didn't laugh or protest. Instead, he pushed himself away from the wall and started walking towards his apartment without saying a word.
"The police are on their way, so don't worry, go ahead and make sure he gets home in one piece," Shin said and waved them good-bye.
Tom nodded and followed Shizuo, wondering what was wrong with his friend. "Hey, are you ok?"
"Greaat," Shizuo slurred, still affected by the alcohol he had previously drank at the bar.
"Look, if there's any way I can help..." he said and grabbed him by the arm when he saw him totter. "I'm here for you, so let me know if you need anything."
"Nah," Shizuo said and threw away the cigarette butt.
They spent the rest of the way in silence, and when they finally reached the apartment, he dropped Shizuo on the couch and went to get him some clothes to wear for the night. He set them on the coffee table and tried to pull him up, but the man shook his head and refused to move. "You can't sleep like this," he said, but he got no answer. Sighing, he took a seat on the couch and waited for his friend to wake up, if only a bit, from his drunken state. "Ok, so what happened?" He didn't expect an immediate answer, but he jerked in surprise more than half an hour later when Shizuo finally decided to answer.
"I messed up," he said as he withdrew the cigarettes and the lighter from his pocket. "I hurt him badly. I lost it."
"Who?"
"Iz―... no, never mind," said Shizuo, immediately berating himself for almost saying too much. "Go home."
Tom stood up reluctantly and watched Shizuo in silence for a few moments. "Will you be all right?"
Shizuo nodded. "G'night," he said, and watched his friend go. He waited for a few minutes and walked out the door as well, almost forgetting to close it. He begrudgingly turned back and locked it, slightly annoyed at having to do such trivial matters when he had something important to take care of.

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It was around three forty five in the morning when Izaya got startled by the sound of someone knocking on his door, the noise stopping him from swishing in his desk chair from side to side. Clients didn't usually seek him out so late at night, so he furrowed his brows in confusion and stared at the door for a few moments, trying to figure out what was going on. He should've been asleep, but sleep was no longer something he could easily achieve or enjoy, so most mornings found him at his desk or in his bed, staring at the computer screen, either working or messing with other humans who were also awake.
"Izaya!" he heard the beast's voice from behind the door and he jerked in surprise, wary about Shizuo seeking him out so late at night. He inwardly cursed Tom for giving the idiot his business card and pushed himself deeper into the chair, a sense of foreboding making him reluctant to open the door. Shizuo had ripped his precious behind apart, and no matter what the brute said, he would not open that door, even though he didn't doubt that Ikebukuro's beast could easily bring it down.
"IZAYA! Open the door, I have something to tell you."
The Informant grit his teeth harder in annoyance, his hand tightening around the switchblade he kept inside the pocket of his pajamas. Most people didn't carry a weapon with them at all times, but unlike them, he was number one on Shizuo's list of most hated people.
"Open up, flea! Don't make me bring down the door," he warned, his mind set on not leaving before he got a chance to talk to Izaya.
"If you have something to say, then say it, because I won't open it," he said and swiveled in his chair as a way to distract himself from the terrifying monster threatening to barge into his home, his only sanctuary not yet sullied by the beast known as Heiwajima Shizuo.
"IIIZAAAYAAAAA!"
"Shizu-chan, I advise you to leave before I call the police," he said, his measured tone belying the deep fury that seemed to make his red eyes burn.
"Ok, I'll say it here. Listen, flea, I'm really sorry I raped you. I don't know what―"
Izaya couldn't hear the rest, the sounds of his own hurried footsteps resonating in his ears as his already pale face turned paler at the thought of anyone hearing the idiot's confession. He fumbled with the lock as Shizuo kept talking, and then viciously opened the door, grabbed the protozoan by the arm and pulled him inside. "Are you insane?" he asked, stunned by how much of an idiot the brute could be, his eyes widening in disbelief when the familiar stench of alcohol wafted through the air. You fucking idiot," he ground out the words, even though he didn't usually swear.
"Flea, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me," he honestly pleaded, not exactly aware of how insane he was acting in his drunken state.
Izaya laughed fitfully, and then held his arms tightly as he breathed in and out in an attempt to calm down enough to not gut the man right there and then. Shizuo was drunk out of his mind, so Izaya knew that it would be a child's play to bring him to an untimely end. "Shizu-chan," Izaya said wearily and then sighed, "go home."
"I can't! It hurts..." Shizuo said brokenly as he leaned against the wall, looking as though he was about to fall.
"Hmm? What are you talking about?"
Shizuo's eyes stung, heavy with moisture, the sight of the one who had once been his victim squeezing his heart in a vice-grip. He opened his mouth and tried to get some much needed air into his lungs, but it didn't seem like there was ever enough. "Can't breathe."
Sighing out loud, Izaya cautiously approached him and raised his right hand to unzip the protozoan's jacket, realizing that it was best to get the idiot to calm down before he'd lose it and do something worse. He slowly grabbed the slider and reluctantly proceeded to lower it, his eyes never leaving the brute's face. Because Shizuo was so easy to read, he was already familiar with most of the little signs that would precede one of the man's rage episodes, so he would have enough time to run the hell away from the monster if he were to lose his control once again. Besides, he wasn't helping Shizuo out of the goodness of his heart, because he still despised the man, but he wanted to prove to himself that he was not completely terrified of the monstrous and at the same time pathetic creature before him. "Ok, all done. Better now?" he asked and then backed away, not expecting Shizuo to shake his head and grab the front of his t-shirt as though he was in physical pain.
"Can't breathe..." Shizuo said again and lowered his head, his eyes scrunched in pain.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not a doctor, so I suggest you go see one right away." He then turned on his heels, wanting to go back to his desk, but he stopped in his tracks, Shizuo's words taking him completely by surprise.
"It's suffocating... the guilt, I can't breathe."
The corners of Izaya's lips moved upwards into a sadistic smile, and he turned around, wanting to enjoy the beast's torment to the fullest. He knew that Shizuo regretted his actions, but he had no idea how tortured the man really was. Feeling as though he was in complete power, he sauntered towards Shizuo and grabbed a fistful of blond hair, forcing his head up to better look into his eyes. "Is it really that painful?" He knew that he probably looked insane with that crazed smile on his face, but he couldn't help himself, because he was enjoying the other's anguish too much. "Good!" he said when his unwanted guest nodded.
"I'm sorry," Shizuo said weakly.
"Never, I will never forgive you!" Izaya snarled and removed his fingers from the dyed locks. "Never!" he repeated as he turned around to go back to his desk, not expecting Shizuo to grab his right arm. Despite himself, Izaya was overcome with nausea, the brutish grip bringing back vivid details of his assault. He could almost hear the sounds of clothes rustling and of Shizuo's buckle unfastening, and his whole body quaked in terror. He slowly turned his head, his voice dripping venom as he ordered the beast to release him. "Let go!"
"Please, I'm sorry," Shizuo said and pulled him closer, not realizing what he was doing.
Izaya tried to tear himself away from the beast's clutches, or to at least reach the switchblade he kept in the right pocket of his pants, but somehow, during the ensuing struggles, they both ended up on the floor. The hold on his arm loosened, so he tried to get away, but Shizuo grabbed his ankle and pulled him back. He shoved his right hand inside his pocket and pulled out the switchblade, his mind set on murdering the beast if it didn't let go.
"Forgive me..." were Shizuo's last words before he plummeted into unconsciousness.
"Shizu-chan, if you don't let go, I'm going to slit your throat," he warned, his tone a little strained, and then continued when he got no answer. "Shizuo?" His brows furrowed in confusion. "Did you pass out?" he asked in disbelief, even though he knew the other couldn't answer. His eyes narrowed into slits and he glared at the man, the desire to viciously plunge the switchblade into the beast over and over again vying for dominant influence over the more rational side of his brain that told him he was in no danger and that such an extreme action was not necessary. Leaning forward, he grabbed Shizuo's fingers and tried to unsuccessfully unclench them from around his ankle, a frustrated sound slipping past his lips at being unable to free himself. "Stupid Shizu-chan," he snapped and kicked him in the head with his foot a couple of times, but the idiot still didn't let go.
"Shizu-chan, you'd better wake up before I start slicing your fingers off," he said, but, once again, he got not answer. "If you don't wake up, I'm going to carve the word 'monster' into your forehead." His expression turned maniacal and he moved closer, really tempted to do what he said he would do. The problem was that too many questions would arise if Ikebukuro's beast showed up one day with something like that on its forehead, and he didn't like the idea of anyone else finding out what happened between the two of them. As much as he wanted everyone to hate Shizuo, especially Tom and Dotachin, he couldn't stand the idea of them knowing the truth. He sighed in frustration and folded his arms in front of his chest, now trying to decide whether to chop off the beast's fingers or not. That too would most likely raise unwanted question, so he scrapped the idea and tried to come up with something else. Smiling, he repeatedly tapped his chin with a finger while he put his inimitable mind to work in finding something that would make him feel better and piss Shizuo off, but not enough for the beast to lose himself to that accursed rage of his.
An idea popped into his head and he made a small cut on the beast's hand, all the while smiling like a madman. He dipped the blade into the crimson liquid, grabbed the beast's head by the fake blond hair and proceeded to write the word 'monster' in blood onto Shizuo's forehead, carefully placing the characters that formed the word bakemono."
Once done, he took a look at his work of art and smiled, hating that he had to wait a bit longer for the blood to dry. Unfortunately, he was starting to get sleepy, so he released the blond locks and lay down with his back against the floor. "Idiot protozoan!" he whined and then pouted. He absolutely hated that he couldn't go lie in his comfortable bed, but on the bright side, he was now certain that Shizuo was being suffocated by guilt, and that made him chuckle darkly. People usually expressed their deepest desires while being drunk, and if Shizuo's deepest desire was to be forgiven instead of wanting to break him, then Izaya had nothing to fear anymore. "Shizu-chan, you're such a pathetic monster," he told his nemesis, looking forward to when Shizuo would wake up so that he could further enjoy the man's tormented expression. After a while, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, for once not at all worried that Shizuo would hurt him.
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