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Blind Fury	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I apologize for posting this so late, but I always forget to put the chapters on this site because the fic doesn't get any feedback here. Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 35 - One Rainy Day
After Shizuo's unexpected visit, and their somewhat civilized conversation the next day, Izaya felt the need to stay away from the man for a while. It wasn't that he was actively trying to avoid him, but work had been piling up for a while and he wanted to catch up, not to mention that he was tired of hearing Namie complain how he was such a useless human being and that he should go off himself instead of wasting oxygen. He hated to admit, but the woman never ceased to amuse him. Smirking, he glanced in her direction, waiting for her to feel his stare and to snap at him like she always did.
"What now?" she asked, sounding tired more than anything else.
Izaya's smirk widened, the sadistic gleam in his eyes a clear sign that he was enjoying her apathy. "I was wondering if Namie-san could go make me a cup of coffee." He expected her to tell him to jump out the window of his own apartment, or to at least protest, but instead of being predictable, she sighed loudly, got up, and went into the kitchen. He simply stared at her retreating back until she disappeared from sight, his eyes narrowing in confusion while he kept trying to figure out why she would be in such low spirits. Reclining in his desk chair, he slowly started to swivel in it, deciding that the curious case of Yagiri Namie needed further investigation. Before her day off, she had been her usual annoying self, but ever since she came to work in the morning, something seemed off about her. "Ah!" he exclaimed out loud and swished in his chair from side to side, anxiously waiting for her to come back so that he could tease her. His eyes were most likely glowing with malevolent intent, but when it came to Namie, he didn't care whether or not she knew how much he was enjoying himself whenever he figured something out and he would feel the burning need to embarrass her.
As his eyes drifted to the screen of his laptop, he saw that he had a new email. He didn't always check them right away, but since Namie was still in the kitchen, he decided to quickly see what it was about. The job seemed boring, but it still caught his interest when he saw that the man he was supposed to find was most likely in Ikebukuro. He could easily send one of his employees to find Saito Kaito ― and he almost burst into laughter when he read the name ― but the thought of running into Shizuo made him want to go there himself. Just thinking about the beast got his blood boiling, and it was about time he demanded compensation for the damages. He quickly looked up information on the man he was supposed to find, which was not that hard to find considering how people put their whole lives online without regard to their own safety, and then typed on his phone the address where he was most likely hiding. Happy that he had everything he needed, he grabbed his keys and got up.
"Here's your coffee," Namie said just as she set the steaming cup on his desk.
"I'm sorry, Namie-san, but you see, I have to go work right now, and as much as I'd love to cheer you up after you got dumped by your brother, again, I have no choice but to leave." His face almost split into two when she threw him the nastiest glare she could muster, and he didn't even bother to suppress his malicious chuckle when she nearly stomped back to her desk. "Oh, you can have the coffee if you wish."
She folded her arms in front of her chest and looked at the coffee cup with disgust before she shot him a glare. "Shove it!"
This time Izaya burst into laughter. "If I don't come back by the time you finish your work, go home."
"I don't need you to tell me that!"
Izaya simply shrugged and headed for the door, not before glaring at the fur-trimmed jacket he had no choice but to wear. He inwardly cursed Shizuo for ruining his favorite coat as he stepped outside into the cold weather, the murky sky a clear sign that it was going to rain. "Stupid Shizu-chan," he mumbled under his breath and headed for the train station. Normally, he would pay attention to the humans around him, but what used to be a pleasurable activity seemed more of a chore ever since his world got turned upside down by Ikebukuro's beast. How could he watch them from above after being crushed into the ground? Shizuo made him feel small, and he loathed him for it, because Orihara Izaya was meant to be a god. Fingers tightening around the switchblades he kept inside his pockets, he stepped into the train and sat down, not even noticing the disturbing smirk of a certain passenger sitting further in the back. His eyes drifted to the window and he gazed at the outside world for a while, so lost in his own thoughts that he didn't even sense someone approaching until he felt a hand on his shoulder. His head snapped in that direction and his eyes darkened, already starting to regret taking on the job, his knuckled turning white from how hard he was gripping the switchblades.
"Orihara-san, long time no see," Aoba said and sat down next to him. "There were rumors about you being dead, but I knew they weren't true."
"Good for you," was Izaya's curt reply before he turned his attention back to the outside world, small droplets of rain already starting to hit the window. He was not in the mood to entertain a kid who hated humans, and if he was lucky enough, his sisters' friend would get the message. Unfortunately for him, that didn't seem to be the case.
"Orihara-san, do you remember what you told me when we first met?"
Slowly, Izaya turned his head with a look of complete boredom on his face. "Oh, so we've met before?"
"I may not be someone important, but I believe that I am memorable enough for you to at least remember who I am."
"It was worth a try," Izaya said, not even bothering to hide his annoyance at having run into him.
Aoba felt his eye twitch, and as much as he hated to admit, he did feel a bit humiliated at the way in which Izaya was looking at him as though he was an insect he could step on whenever he so wished. "'You have to love humans more. That way maybe one day you'll be able to meet someone whom you would be dying to be used by. I haven't met such a person yet, but since I'm in love with all humankind, I believe I can survive on my masochist's pleasure alone even if I'm used.' That's what you said."
"Fine, I remember," Izaya admitted and sighed out loud, hoping that the kid would disappear from his sight, but Aoba's smile only grew wider, darker, as though he knew something that Izaya himself didn't. His eyes narrowed into slits and he glared at him, fighting off the desire to flick open his switchblade and plunge it into Aoba's little, black heart. "Is there a point to all of this?" he finally asked with a smile on his face after putting one of his more cheerful masks on.
"Why did you stop loving humans?"
Izaya felt as though he'd been viciously hit in the chest, and he could only hope that his shock didn't show on his face. He still loved humans, and he would never stop loving them no matter what, but he had a lot of things on his mind, and he couldn't call himself a god as long as he was still haunted by vicious thrusts, cold hands and the beast's grunts of pleasure that somehow hurt him more than he ever wanted to admit. Ever so slowly, the corners of his lips moved upwards into a disturbing smile, and he knew that Aoba was starting to sense the danger he was in when he saw him infinitesimally back away. "How could I not love humanity when it's so fascinating? Ah, but someone like you who hates humans will never understand."
Aoba stayed quiet for a few moments, studying Izaya. "Someone who claims to love humans sure was busy ignoring everyone around him," he said, and then he almost jumped in surprise when Izaya started laughing.
"Us adults have jobs to do, so what does a child like you know?" Izaya asked once he stopped laughing, hoping that Ran's little brother felt insulted enough to simply fuck off.
Aoba continued though, expecting to see some cracks in the man's normally flawless facade. "Or is it that you've found that someone whom you're dying to be used by, and you're so distracted that you no longer notice the humans that you claim to love so much?" At this point, he expected to at least get a nasty glare from the Informant, so when Izaya's smirk got even more disturbing, he began to question his own assumptions.
"I see what this is," Izaya said and hooked an arm around the other's neck as he leaned towards him until his lips were almost touching a cold ear. "Are you dying to be used by me? Is that why you're practically stalking me? I'm sorry, but I don't fuck boys," he whispered in the most disgusted tone he could muster before he got up and headed for the doors, not before waving his hand and saying good bye to an extremely shocked Kuronuma Aoba, hoping to have embarrassed him so much that he would never be tempted to bother him again. Judging by the stricken expression on his face, the plan was a complete success.
He didn't leave right away, no, he waited outside on the platform, all the while staring at Aoba through the window, until the train started moving again and he could no longer see his face. Only then did he finally allow his smirk to drop, and he turned around and rushed to a nearby staircase that people didn't normally used, the nauseating feeling leaving him weak at the knees. What did Aoba knew about being used? Nothing! What did Aoba knew about being used by someone for that person's own sick pleasure? NOTHING!! he screamed inside his head just as his body slid down the wall the moment he reached the stairs. He was shivering so badly that he could hear his own teeth chattering, and he looked around, wanting to make sure that no one would see him as he grabbed his arms and made himself smaller, his body hunched so badly that it looked as though he was in agony. His anguish wasn't physical though, at least not anymore, but he could still feel and remember the beast's marks on his body as though they were as fresh as they had been back then, his scarred mind incapable of forgetting them. He stayed like that for a while, eyes scrunched up as he fought to chase away the memories of just how exactly Shizuo had used him. He despised Aoba for reducing him to a pathetic, shaking mess with just a few words, and he vowed to find a way to one day destroy him. He thought he was doing a good job at hiding how broken he was on the inside, but Ran's brother read him like an open book, and despite the disdain he felt for him, he couldn't help but applaud him for his feat.
He was far from being completely defeated though, and despite how faint he was feeling, he got up and started walking away, refusing to succumb to the pain, the terror and all the other things that made him want to crawl into a dark, deep hole where no one could find him. Small shivers still shook his body, but he put on a cocky smile and tried to pay attention to the humans around him as they kept trying to hide from the rain. Even after being left to die in that cold alley, he still loved the feeling of the rain on his skin, and knowing that Shizuo hated it made him love it even more. He softly sighed when he realized that his mind had been wandering again, but luckily he was near the place where he assumed that Kaito was hiding, so he shook his head and focused on the task at hand. It was hard to believe how the person from whom Kaito stole an important USB Flash Drive, which was needed to access an account, hadn't been able to find out about the man's step brother, but that suited him just fine, because the more jobs he finished, the more his reputation would grow. His smile grew as he went around the corner, not expecting to literally run into the beast. A shudder ran down his spine when he realized into whom he'd just bumped, but he immediately composed himself and smirked as he backed away. "Shizu-chan, Tanaka-san, fancy seeing you here."
Tom had expected Izaya to immediately bolt away, and Shizuo to uproot the nearest stop sign and to chase after him, but against his expectations, both of them kept their ground. "Orihara-san, I'm glad to see you're alive and well," he said after a few moments of awkward silence, the two arch enemies staring at one another with expressions that he'd never seen on their faces before.
Izaya slowly turned his head towards him, and even though he was smiling, he hoped that Shizuo's boss could see the disdain in his eyes. "Are you now?"
Tom was taken aback for a second. "Why would you think otherwise?"
"Oh, I don't know... it might have something to do with you giving my business card to Shizu-chan."
"He only gave me the card after I promised that I would only talk to you, I swear," Shizuo said, taking both of them by surprise with his sudden intervention.
Izaya chuckled and then shrugged. "It's fine, it's fine! Shizu-chan only broke my sink this time around." Tom cringed, probably feeling guilty, and Shizuo looked as though he had forgotten that he broke it in the first place, but Izaya couldn't really hold it against him, not when he knew that his protozoic brain was not capable of retaining too much information.
Knowing that his friend wanted to be anywhere but there, Shizuo pulled out his wallet and handed him a few bills. "Could you please go buy a pack of cigarettes? I'm out." He watched Tom walk away before he turned his attention back to Izaya. "I'm sorry about the sink, it slipped my mind. I'm going to pay for it, I promise."
Smirking, Izaya pulled out his phone, typed something, and sent the message to Shizuo. "That sink was worth three times your monthly salary. I expect the money to be sent to this account." He saw Shizuo pale at the news, and he couldn't stop the malicious smile when he saw the man's distress. "Let me guess, you won't have any money left to buy your precious milk and sweets?"
"N-No, it's fine. I'll pay," Shizuo said reluctantly before he slipped the phone back into the pocket of his jacket and moved closer to the wall as he sought shelter from the rain. His eyes drifted to his nemesis, and he couldn't help but voice out his surprise. "You cut your hair."
"How observant of you," said Izaya in a mocking tone, "and while we're at it, I'm also wearing a jacket, because a stupid beast dirtied my precious coat."
Sighing out loud, Shizuo scrubbed a hand over his face. "I'm sorry. Tell me where you got it from and I'll buy you a new one."
"Don't you think that if I could find that particular design I would've bought another one by now?" he asked through gritted teeth, barely stopping himself from stomping his foot on the wet pavement like a spoiled brat. "It was a limited edition! Limited!" Besides, why would I wear something you bought?"
"Good point."
"Tch!"
Shizuo nervously bit his lower lip. "You're not going to tell him, are you?"
"Everyone deserves to know what kind of monster you are, but rest assured, I won't say a word, because it'd probably hurt me more than it would hurt you. I don't think anyone would be surprised to hear what you are capable of, but my reputation would go down the drain if people found out that Ikebukuro's beast dragged me into an alley and fucked me raw."
"Do you really have to be so... so―"
"Blunt? Yes." Feeling thoroughly pissed, he turned his head so that he could no longer see Shizuo, the man's face making him want to shove his switchblade into that idiotic brain of his. "I have to go, there's work for me to do in Ikebukuro." He heard Shizuo growl and he sneered in response. "If you don't like it, then try to stop me." When Shizuo didn't do anything, he turned his head and looked straight into his eyes, a challenging smirk adorning his face. "That's what I thought," he said, and as he started walking away, he realized that Shizuo being there couldn't have been a coincidence.
His hands tightened around the switchblades and he increased his speed, knowing that he had to get to Kaito before the debt collectors paid the man a visit. As soon as he went around a corner, he started running towards the man's apartment building, cursing the brute and his boss for interfering with his job. Once inside, he went up the stairs, two at a time, and then rang the doorbell as soon as he found himself in front of the man's apartment. "Saito-san, open up! Saito-san, the debt collectors are coming for you. Your brother sent me to get you to safety, please come with me." At the mention of his brother, the man opened the door, and Izaya almost laughed when he saw his look of mixed worry and disbelief. Some humans were stupid enough to believe him right away, but the one before him seemed skeptical.
"How do you know about the debt collectors?" Saito asked as he nervously grabbed his sweatshirt.
"They're on their way here, we don't have time to talk. Please come with me!"
"What's my brother's name?"
"Ryuunosuke. I assure you, he's the one who sent me," Izaya said and sighed out loud. "Ok, fine, if you don't want to come with me, then feel free to stay here and wait for Heiwajima Shizuo to show up and break your limbs one by one until you give him the money you owe his boss." As soon as he heard Shizuo's name, Kaito ran inside the apartment to put on a jacket and to most likely get the USB Flash Drive that Izaya was supposed to recover. The Informant smirked when the man reappeared a few moments later, slipping something inside the right pocket of his jacket as he walked out of the apartment. It surprised Izaya how someone as dumb as Saito Kaito could steal something so valuable, but he guessed that some people were just lucky like that. As soon as the man closed the door, they rushed down the stairs and dashed out of the apartment building at the same time that Tom and Shizuo were crossing the street.
"IIIIZAAAAYAAAAA!" Shizuo roared the moment he figured out what was happening, the flea's jaunty wave sending him into a murderous frenzy. He was not so far gone as to not remember that he was not supposed to hurt him, but at the same time they had to catch Saito, so they had no choice but to go after them. He also didn't want Izaya to hurt Tom, so he turned towards his friend and made a suggestion. "Get Saito, I'll get Izaya." Tom nodded and the chase began, the insect's annoying laughter grating on his nerves.
"It's been a while," Izaya said loud enough for the beast to hear him. He expected Shizuo to insult him, or to throw something at him, but the man kept quiet. He chanced a glance backwards, but he instantly regretted it, a wave of terrifying images violently crashing into his mind. His steps faltered for a moment, but he pulled himself together and slowed down his pace instead of dashing forward, knowing that Saito couldn't otherwise keep up with him if he went ahead at full speed. Luckily, Shizuo was also running slower because of Tom, and Izaya couldn't help but laugh at the hilarity of the situation. He turned his head and eyed the pocket where the USB Flash Drive was located, trying to find a way to get his hands on it without Saito noticing. "I know a place where we can hide at, but you're going to have to run faster," he told the other man right before he went around a corner, Saito barely having time to adjust his direction.
"I can't go any faster!" Kaito whined.
"Then you might as well give up now. I'm sure Ikebukuro's beast will enjoy breaking every bone in your body." His words had the desired effect, because the man increased his speed as though his life depended on it. Izaya chuckled darkly and started sprinting through alleyways and side-streets with Kaito in tow, glancing back once in a while to see if he'd lost Shizuo. "Wait here while I distract them," he said just as he grabbed Kaito's arm and pulled him behind a store, at the same time using the opportunity to retrieve the USB Flash Drive. "I'll be back soon." He waited until the man nodded before he slipped through the narrow space between the store and the wall, not caring any longer if they found Kaito or not. He was not done playing with the beast though, so he went back the same way, Shizuo making it easier for him when he roared out his name for the whole world to hear. He spotted the beast not that far from where he'd stopped, and even though his limbs were trembling with fine tremors, he still went ahead and revealed himself to the monster.
"Shizu-chan, if you catch me, I'll tell you where I stashed him," he chirped and started running in the opposite direction, Shizuo immediately following after him. As expected, Tom stayed behind to look for Kaito, and that suited Izaya just fine, because he didn't want any interruption. Now, more than ever, he was curious to see what his archenemy would do if he caught him again, and even though he was terrified at the prospect of Shizuo losing himself to his anger, he still needed to know if the beast could keep his promise. He was obviously playing with fire, but he didn't want to think about that as he dashed through the streets, Ikebukuro's beast hot on his heels. With Saito and Tom out of the way, both of them could run at full speed, and, surprisingly enough, Izaya was starting to enjoy the chase despite the nauseating feeling burning through the pit of his stomach. Even the water splashing beneath his feet each time he stepped into a puddle sent his mind back to that evening, but this time around he was not injured, and even though he was thinner and slightly weaker than before, Shizuo still couldn't catch him no matter how hard he was trying. Had he been less of a coward, he would've led Shizuo to the place where the man had caught him back then, but he doubted that he could go anywhere near it without breaking down, so instead he lured him into an alley from where he could scream for help and get it in case he found himself in a bad situation. He shivered when a gust of wind hit his cold, wet face as he sprinted through the narrow space, Shizuo so close behind him that he could almost feel the man's breath on his neck. He wasn't even halfway through when Ikebukuro's beast grabbed the hood of his jacket and pulled him backwards, and even though he was slammed into the wall quite hard, it wasn't anywhere near as painful as it had been the first time he'd been caught. At that point, he expected Shizuo to either question him about Saito or to attack him, so he couldn't have been more surprised when the man pulled back his hands and looked at him with worry evident in his eyes.
"D-Does it s-still hurt... d-down there?" Shizuo stuttered as he backed away until he hit the opposite wall.
Izaya's face immediately turned red in embarrassment, and before he even knew what he was doing, he took a step towards Shizuo and viciously slapped him, the sound bouncing off the walls and resonating throughout the narrow space. "W-Why would you a-ask me t-t...that?!"
Shizuo raised his hand and touched the swollen skin, a feeling of shame making him lower his head to hide his burning face. "I caught you..." he said in a meek voice.
"Stupid beast, don't overestimate yourself. Even though it was our first chase in over three months, you still wouldn't have caught me had I not allowed it." As expected, Shizuo snapped his head up and glared at him, and even though Izaya wanted to punch him this time around, he shoved his hands inside the pockets of his jacket and wrapped his fingers around the two switchblades he always carried with him. "What? Did you think that you could ever catch me without having cracked open my head first? Idiot." The corners of his lips quirked upwards into a malicious smile, and as they glared at each other, he could tell that Shizuo was really mad at him. "You're angry, aren't you? You must be, so what are you going to do about it?" His malevolent smile morphed into a vicious smirk. "You're going to fuck me again, hmm? You're goin―" He never got to finish though, the beast's fist flying past his head and crashing into the wall behind him, the unforeseen outburst turning his knees to jelly.
"Shut up," Shizuo growled in a low, dangerous, and at the same time tired tone as he pulled back his fist. "Just shut the fuck up."
And with that Izaya watched the monster of his nightmares walk away, the hurt expression on Shizuo's face telling him that the beast had finally been tamed. Fine tremors shook his body, but a malicious smile still spread across his face at the thought of bringing Shizuo to a point where he would drown in guilt and self-loathing. I'm just getting started, Shizu-chan, so don't even think about taking your own life before I'm done.
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