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Chapter 37 - No Leaf Clover
"Aren't you going to tell me what happened? You haven't said a word ever since we ran into Orihara Izaya," Tom complained in a slightly irritated tone.
Shizuo slowly turned his head and gave him a confused look. "What?"
Tom gestured to a more secluded place where they could talk in peace, and Shizuo followed without protest. "You've been acting really strange since yesterday afternoon." Instead of replying, Shizuo seemed to ignore him, preoccupying himself with fishing the lighter and the cigarette pack from his pants pocket and lighting one up. "Could you please just answer my questions?" he snapped, feeling as though he was at wit's end.
Biting hard into the cigarette, Shizuo glared at him. He was far more disturbed by the dream he had the night before than by his run-in with Izaya even though their chase had almost ended with him punching the bastard in the face for trying to rile him up. He'd been awake for a few hours, and yet he still couldn't stop thinking how real the dream had felt. Slowly, he raised a hand and brushed his fingers across his face, as if to make sure it hadn't been real. "I don't want to talk about it right now," Shizuo finally mumbled when he realized that his friend was still glaring at him.
"You never do! Something happened between you and Orihara Izaya, I'm sure of it." He lit up a cigarette as well before continuing, his friend's rigid stance telling him that he was on the right track. "He said that you only broke his sink this time around, which suggests that you've broken more than that before, like maybe his bones. You caught him, didn't you?" The way Shizuo tensed at his words made Tom think that he was on the right track, so he continued. "It would explain his absence from Ikebukuro, and also why you started acting strange around the same time he disappeared." Sighing, he leaned against the wall. "You obviously hate him, but at the same same time you don't like violence, so I can see why you'd feel guilty if you had been too rough on him. You're a good person, Shizuo, and it looks like he's doing fine, so stop beating yourself over it." Disquieted laughter reached his ears and he felt a shiver run down his spine at the sound, his friend's crazed expression making him instinctively push back into the wall.
"You don't know anything," Shizuo snarled, snapping the cigarette in two and hurling it to the ground before viciously stomping on it. "Stop telling me that I'm a good person, because I'm not. The more you tell me this, the worse I fell, can't you see that?"
Tom was too shocked to say anything, so he nodded slowly. When he found his voice again, he felt the need to apologize. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything."
Shizuo immediately regretted his outburst. If anything, he should've been grateful that someone cared enough to ask what was wrong. "No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped like that." Leaning against the wall as well, he pulled out another cigarette. "I don't like it when people tell me that I'm a good person."
"I'm sorry, Shizuo, I really am," Tom apologized once again. "I don't think you're a bad person, that's all."
"I'm worse than you can imagine," Shizuo said, blankly staring ahead. "What I've done to him is unforgivable."
Tom canted his head, eyes falling on Shizuo's sad expression. "I can't help but wonder what it is that you've done."
"Something terrible," Shizuo confessed. "A good person would never do what I've done."
Tom pushed himself away from the wall before he moved in front of him and placed a hand on top of a tense shoulder. "You could've killed him for what he's done to you over the years, but you didn't. Isn't that enough?"
Shizuo lowered his head, his eyes now fixed on an invisible spot on the ground. "I think he would've preferred death―" he said without thinking, his head snapping back up, wide eyes staring at Tom's worried expression when he realized what he'd just said. "I shouldn't have said that! Fuck!" he fretted, teeth grinding hard against each other.
Tom's brows furrowed in confusion and he pulled his hand back. "Whatever it is that you've done, you're not dead yet, so it couldn't have been as―" He never got to finish though, Shizuo's broken laugh startling him. "Hey..." he spoke softly, but his friend was back to staring at the ground and contemplating what Tom had just told him.
Shizuo knew that Izaya had something horrible in store for him, but he couldn't even begin to guess what could be worse than what he'd already tried to do. A shiver ran down his spine at the memory and he shuddered, his body going cold at the thought that Izaya might still be thinking of using Kasuka to get revenge on him. He felt his heartbeat quicken, but then he remembered Izaya's words and he struggled to fight the nausea threatening to overtake him. He had no choice but to trust him. "Let's just get back to work. I don't like to think about it, you know?" he nearly pleaded.
Tom nodded, and he was about to inform him where they'd have to go next when a man stopped beside them instead of walking by. "Can I help you?" The man however ignored him and instead grabbed Ikebukuro's beast by the arm. Tom saw his friend's eyebrow twitch and he moved backwards with a sigh, already knowing what would happen next. It was right when the man had just finished asking Shizuo to come with him in broken Japanese that he was punched square in the face and knocked unconscious. "I can't help but wonder why he would ever think that it was a good idea to mess with you..." Tom mused out loud right before he shoved cold hands into his pockets and proceeded to walk away, Shizuo shrugging before following after him.
Hours went by as the two of them worked in silence, this time around Tom leaving him alone with his thoughts. Shizuo couldn't have been more grateful, especially when he could barely focus on the job. Luckily, he didn't have to; all he needed to do was to threaten or beat up guys here and there whenever Tom wasn't able to talk them into paying their debts. Shizuo's thoughts kept drifting to the other Izaya he'd met in his dream, the man's words haunting him more than most of the things the real Izaya had ever told him. He knew that Izaya was damaged, but was he as damaged as he'd been led to believe by the apparition in his dream? Such were the thoughts going through his mind as he was walking down a side-street to their next target when he felt a sting at the back of his neck. He raised a hand to swat away whatever it was that stung him, but instead of an insect, he pulled back a needle. "What the..."
Tom's eyes widened in apprehension. "What's going on?"
Shizuo tilted his head to the side for a few moments before his eyes drifted to his friend's curious gaze. "I'm not su―" he started, but before he got a chance to finish he felt another sting to the nape. "What the hell?" he growled out loud and turned around, only to see a man with a gun in his hand shoot another needle in his direction. He tried to dodge it but he was too slow, the thing going through his t-shirt and burying into his chest. "What's your goddam problem?" he hissed and pulled the needle out before he let it drop to the ground with a trembling hand. He could tell that something was wrong by how sluggish his movements were, his knees going weak enough to make him wonder if he could even reach the man before collapsing. He tried to take a step forward, but Tom was already rushing towards the attacker. Unfortunately, the other man was much better than either of them had expected, so Tom didn't even manage to land a hit before he was viciously punched in the stomach. Watching his friend double-over in agony spurred Shizuo into action, so he rushed forward with his fist raised, ignoring the weakness in his limbs, ready to punch his attacker into oblivion. The man easily dodged his fist, but instead of fighting back, the other moved away, as if knowing that getting close to him would be extremely dangerous.
"No fight; come," the foreigner said in broken Japanese, but Shizuo was already seeing red and he wouldn't have been able to stop himself from going after him even if he'd wanted. He tried to punch and kick him but the man kept evading his attacks, and the worrisome thing was that it wasn't just because Shizuo's body was far too weak for him to move at his usual speed, but also because the man obviously knew how to fight really well. Normally, that wouldn't have been a problem for Shizuo, but with the drug slowing him down, he was practically defenseless, just like that time when Shinra had injected him with something that made him lose his ability to stand. "What the hell do you want, bastard?" he roared as he pulled back his fist from the wall he'd just hit, not at all surprised when he noticed that his punch hadn't left a small crater behind. He got no answer though, and he saw Tom right as he was about to attack the other man, only to get stopped by another stranger in a suit. Two more appeared soon afterwards, and Shizuo couldn't deny that he was worried about being surrounded by a bunch of people who were obviously trying to get him.
He was used to fighting street gangs, not trained men wearing expensive suits, and he let a growl slip past his lips when the thought that Izaya might have sent them passed through his head. His eyes drifted to Tom who was fighting one of the men, and he couldn't help but worry that his friend might get hurt because of him. "Tell Izaya that he doesn't need to do something like this to capture me. I would've went there willingly," he assured them, but instead of getting a reply, the three men were upon him, landing punches and kicks that Shizuo couldn't dodge. He managed to land a few hits too, but considering how none of his opponents were sent flying through the air, things didn't look too good for him. The more time passed, the weaker he felt, and when one of the men grabbed him and viciously banged his head into the hard surface of the wall, his vision went black. Immediately, Shizuo felt the ground shift beneath him, and he realized that he must've collapsed once his vision came back and he was staring at the sky above. He let his head drop to the side and that's when he saw Tom struggling to get up just as one of the man was raising a fist to punch him yet again.
"S-stop," he croaked, "I won't f-fight anymore," and he felt relief when he saw the man lower his fist and move away from Tom.
"No... you have to f-fight!" Tom encouraged him, but Shizuo couldn't let his friend get hurt because of him.
"I'll be f-fine," he assured him, even though he doubted that he would ever see him again. He figured that Izaya had probably gotten sick of the games and he'd finally decided to end his life. He tried to push himself off the ground but he couldn't even do as much anymore, so when two of the men grabbed him by the arms and hauled him up, he didn't even try to fight. Tom refused to give up though, and Shizuo cringed when he saw his friend's final struggles before he was knocked unconscious by a vicious kick to the head. Anger flowed through his veins and he glared at the men around him, and yet there was nothing he could do to avenge Tom nor stop one of them from injecting more of that substance into his neck, his body going weaker and weaker until he finally lost consciousness.

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Izaya was in the process of teasing Namie for the umpteenth time about her little brother Seiji as a way to distract himself from thoughts of his fight with Shinra when he heard one of his phones ring. His eyes widened in curiosity when he saw the name, and he put the phone to his ear before answering it in a cheerful voice. "Ueda-san, to what do I owe the pleasure of your call?"
"I've called to inform you that your life is no longer in danger. I've made sure of that."
Izaya's fingers tensed around the phone at the memory of the knife piercing his back, a small part of him seeing the events of that day as being the catalyst to his fight with Shinra. "Are you certain of that?"
"Yes, I am certain."
"I'm glad to hear that. Now, if there's nothing else..."
"Wait, Orihara-san, there's one more thing."
Izaya nervously swished in his desk chair from side to side, something in the man's tone telling him that he wouldn't like what Ueda had to say next. "What is it?" he finally inquired in a neutral voice once he got his emotions under control.
"I have a... gift for you. Is there any way I can convince you to meet me?"
Izaya stopped swiveling in his chair and instead nervously tightened his grip around the switchblade in his pants pocket.
"Orihara-san, I assure you, I have no ill-intentions towards you," Ueda continued. "If anything, I am extremely grateful for your help, and as such, I would like to express my gratitude with a gift that I am certain you will enjoy."
"In that case, I accept," Izaya answered, his curiosity getting the best of him. He wrote down the address where they were supposed to meet and got up. "I'll see you later, Namie-san," he chirped and waved good bye as he picked up his jacket and walked out of the apartment.
He had to admit that Ueda unnerved him, but he knew about the man's reputation and he doubted he would kill him even if the address where they were supposed to meet at was a warehouse of some sorts. Still, it was better to be safe than sorry. Fishing out his phone from the right pocket, he called out a member of the Dragon Zombies and told him to gather the others and meet him there. He made sure to warn them to stay hidden and to not interfere unless he called them out. With that taken care of, he called a cab and patiently stared out the car's window at the lively city and the fascinating humans inhabiting it. They went about their lives as though nothing had changed, while everything in Izaya's life was different. His only consolation was that his beloved humans did not know what had happened to their god.
Once the cab stopped in front of the warehouse, he paid the driver and got out of the car, a smirk plastered all over his face at the thought of how good the Dragon Zombies were at hiding. He set the phone to call their numbers at the push of a button before he confidently made his way towards the door where a man was waiting for him. "I'm here to meet your boss. My name is Orihara Izaya." He watched the man nod before he turned around and pushed the heavy door.
There were a number of things he expected to find as he briskly walked in, but a bloody Shizuo sitting on a chair and surrounded by three men with guns pointed at his head was not one of them. He smirked viciously despite himself as their eyes met, and he confidently walked in as though he owned the place.
"Welcome," Ueda told him with a neutral expression on his face.
Izaya didn't answer and instead paced around a miserable-looking Shizuo, thoroughly enjoying the sight of the trapped beast. He felt a surge of power as he watched him, knowing that he could end his life with a simple command; no matter how much of a monster Shizuo was, not even he could survive a bullet to the head. "I'm guessing this is my gift, yes?" he inquired as he turned his head in the businessman's direction, at the same time realizing that Shizuo must've thought it was his doing, a conclusion he had reached when he heard a surprised noise slip past the brute's bloody lips. Ueda smiled at him, but something about that smile unsettled Izaya.
"Indeed it is. Would you like to kill him yourself, or should one of my men do it for you? You don't have to worry about the body. My men will take care of it," he assured him and then ordered one of his men to hand Izaya a gun.
Shizuo, who until then had stayed quiet, let out a growl before trying to get up, only to stop and allow his still weak body to drop back on the chair the moment the armed men moved in closer. "Izaya, I don't know who this bastard is, but you're the only one I'll allow to kill me," he hissed between clenched teeth as his eyes momentarily flickered to the gun being offered to Izaya before his gaze fell on brown-red orbs. He had no doubt that Izaya would refuse the gun, and he almost laughed when the flea he seemed to know so well waved the man away. He was certain that if Izaya were to kill him, he would use his switchblades, and judging by the way he regarded him with an invincible smile on his face, he knew that the insect was seriously considering Ueda's offer.
Izaya didn't know if Shizuo could tell, but he'd greatly enjoyed to hear him outright state that he would be the only one permitted to end his existence. Even after everything that happened between them, he still found it amusing that Ikebukuro's beast would gladly jump chest first into a knife if Izaya would be the one holding it, and he almost found it hard to believe there was a time when he couldn't even stand the thought of Shizuo regretting his actions. The memory of waking up at Shinra's apartment was still painful, and he remember the dread he'd felt at the thought of his worst enemy pitying him. His opinion on the matter was no longer the same though, and as he watched the bleeding man that he so hated, he couldn't think of a worse outcome than Shizuo feeling no remorse and instead bragging about how he had succeeded in breaking him to pieces. He fought to not shudder at his own thoughts as he stared into the honey-brown eyes that showed great remorse, and when he realized that he was losing himself in them, he tore his gaze away from the wounded beast, his eyes falling on Ueda. "Shizu-chan is not a big threat. There is no need for me to eliminate him." He then turned his head and looked at Shizuo again. "At least not yet anyway," he admitted softly.
"My apologies, Orihara-san. I thought you would appreciate my gift, considering what this man has done to you."
Izaya felt the blood freeze in his veins. He slowly turned towards Ueda, unease raising the hairs on the back of his neck at the same time that he felt his knees turn to jelly. It took everything in his power just to keep standing, the man's pitying look making him want to flick open both his switchblades and bury them deep into the Ueda's eyes so that he could never look at him the same way again. Fighting against the nausea, he forced a smile on his face, but his tone still sounded a little strained when he spoke. "I am not sure what you're referring to."
Ueda's gaze fell on Shizuo who looked like a deer trapped in the headlights. "This man forced himself on you," he stated as he glared at him with animosity.
The stifling silence stretched for a long time until Izaya's laughter finally resonated throughout the warehouse, and he made a show by grabbing his side and pretending that it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard in his entire life, even though on the inside he was shedding tears of blood. "That's insane!" he exclaimed once he was done laughing, and as he stared at Ueda, he put on that mask which was the Izaya before Shizuo had dragged him into that alley and turned his world upside down. "Ueda-san, I believe there's a misunderstanding here. No such thing happened," he assured him with a smile on his face and a casual flick of his hand.
Ueda's eyes narrowed for a moment before he sighed out loud and lit up a cigarette. "As you might have figured out by now, those men sent to kill you were hired by my brothers. I wanted to make sure they would leave you alone, so I had my men bring them to me so that I could have a talk with them. That's when I found out about what Heiwajima-san here did to you."
"They lied!" Izaya rushed to answer, immediately regretting his outburst when he realized that denying it so vehemently was like admitting to it being true. He took a deep breath and smiled brightly, a contrast to the darkness he felt consuming him from within. "They must've been really angry to invent such a ridiculous story. Nothing like that happened. In fact, Shizu-chan was the one who saved my life back then."
Ueda shook his head. "They overheard the two of you speaking, and they had no reason to lie."
Izaya's face was as white as a sheet even though he was smiling, his facade crumbling under the knowledge that so many people knew what happened to him. It was obvious that denying it would be pointless, but as his eyes met Shizuo's, an insane thought passed through his head. Slowly, he turned towards the businessman, his smile not as fake as it had been mere moments before. "Ah, I see," he said, folding his arms across his chest. "I believe I now know what happened." He then turned towards the injured beast with a conspiratorial smile. "They misunderstood us, right, Shizu-chan?" He was worried that the protozoan would be stupid enough to say something he shouldn't, but luckily, he seemed to have gotten the message because he was keeping his mouth shut. Izaya's attention switched to Ueda again, and he hoped against all hope that the man would believe his lies. "I was merely telling Shizu-chan here how he'd been too rough on me that day." Raising a hand, he half-covered his mouth in mock-display of trying to keep Shizuo from overhearing his words. "He's such a beast in bed," he expertly lied, trying not to worry too much even after he heard Shizuo's sharp intake of breath. "Shizu-chan and I have been sleeping together for a while now. You can say that we needed a less... destructive way to spend our energy on." The businessman's eyes shifted from one to the other, the confusion in his eyes telling Izaya that Ueda was thinking he might've made a mistake but that at the same time he was still skeptical about the whole thing. Izaya inwardly cursed and walked over to Shizuo, narrowing the distance between them and hoping that the brute would just play along because having Ueda believe they were sleeping together was far better than the alternative. The thought of others knowing what happened to him was so terrifying that he didn't hesitate as he sat on Shizuo's lap and hooked his arms around the beast's neck regardless of the abhorrence he felt for him. "Shizu-chan looks best when he's covered in blood," he teased, and as he willed himself to move closer, he could tell that the beast was barely restraining himself from roughly pushing him away.
Shizuo could obviously take an educated guess as to where things were going, and as much he didn't want to do it, he had to admit that Izaya's vicious glare was far more terrifying than any guns pointed at his head. He fought with everything he had to not flinch when their lips touched, knowing that no matter how bad it was for him, it had to be a thousand times worse for Izaya. He was starting to wonder if this was a dream too, but then the kiss turned wild and Izaya moaned into it as though he was enjoying it all. He'd never heard that sound coming from Izaya mouth before, and that's when he realized that he too had to put on a good show if only for the flea's sake. He wrapped a possessive arm around Izaya's waist and grabbed a fistful of raven locks, their kiss turning hungrier by the second. Back then he hadn't kissed Izaya, but now that he was doing it, he couldn't deny that he was somewhat enjoying it regardless of everything that happened between them. Monster! a voice echoed in his mind, visions of what he had done to the man suffocating him. Monster! Monster!! MONSTER!!! Soon enough he found himself desperately wanting to pull away, but he couldn't do it because he owed Izaya at least as much after almost killing him in the back of some dirty alley. The fingers in the raven hair tightened, and he tilted Izaya's head to the side so that he could kiss the pale neck instead of the man's lips. To the eyes of the men around them, it'd still look like they were making out, but at least it'd be less torturous for the trembling creature in his lap. Izaya wasn't showing it, but the soft tremors he felt told Shizuo more than he ever wanted to know, and that only served to further heighten his misery. His lips latched onto the pale neck and he heard Izaya moan again, the rushing sound of his quickening pulse mingling with it and forming an awful tune in his head. "I'm sorry," he whispered low enough so that only Izaya could hear him before he kissed his jaw and squeezed his ass. If that wasn't good enough for the rich bastard to believe him, then he didn't know what was.
"Mah, mah, Shizu-chan, have some patience until we get to your apartment," Izaya chirped and playfully smacked away Shizuo's hand before he got up, fighting with everything he had to not collapse right then and there. It took all the energy he had just to keep himself from shaking like a scared animal, and he almost couldn't believe that his voice still sounded so clear when he could almost hear his teeth chattering. Judging by Ueda's expression, the man had most likely bought the act, but he still licked Shizuo's blood off his lips and smirked at the man with a triumphant look on his face. "I would prefer you didn't kill my lover."
"I'm... I'm sorry." Ueda then turned towards Shizuo and lowered his head. "I apologize, Heiwajima-san."
"Don't worry about it," Shizuo mumbled as he got up, still feeling slightly dizzy from the drug they had injected into his bloodstream. He was about to take a step forward but Izaya wrapped his fingers around his wrist and stopped him. He knew there had to be a reason for it, so he chose to remain quiet as he stood there and waited for Izaya to finish his talk with the man.
"I must confess that I am quite upset by what you did here today, Ueda-san, but I am willing to let it go if your men lower their guns and you all forget this meeting ever happened," Izaya offered with the last of his strength.
Ueda nodded and gestured to his men to put away their weapons. "I've made a grave mistake today," he reluctantly admitted.
"Let's just say you owe me one," Izaya suggested, and he couldn't have been more grateful when the other man nodded.
Ueda turned around, his men following suit behind him. "Until next time, Orihara-san."
Izaya immediately pulled out his phone with trembling fingers and sent a message to the Dragon Zombies in which he told them to leave because he no longer needed them.
"We should go too," Shizuo grumbled, but Izaya tightened the grip around his wrist. Shizuo was almost too afraid to look at the pale face, so instead he focused his attention on the men walking out of the warehouse, knowing that the moment the door closed, all hell would break loose.
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