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Blind Fury	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 41 - Blood Of A Broken Man
After their run-in with Ueda's men, both Tom and Shizuo agreed over the phone to take a few days off from work. Shizuo wasn't exactly injured, but Tom was having a hard time moving around. With nothing to do besides sitting on the couch and watching TV, Shizuo decided to go for a walk.
Unfortunately, he couldn't get the image of a sleeping Izaya out of his head no matter how hard he tried, and he wondered how could someone so vicious look so small and fragile while asleep. That night he'd attempted to wake him up and send him home, but Izaya seemed so deep in sleep that words alone couldn't bring him back. Not knowing what else to do, Shizuo had placed a hand on Izaya's shoulder, his gesture making the sleeping raven whimper and murmur indistinct words that sounded like pleas. For a few seconds, Shizuo'd been too shocked to react, but the moment he pulled back his hand, the noises stopped, as though Izaya's body could recognize the danger that was Ikebukuro's beast even in a sleeping state.
Shizuo shook his head in the vain hope of chasing away the memory and lit up a cigarette, his phone ringing just as he was about to take a much needed lungful of smoke. "What?" he barked into the phone without even bothering to check the number.
"Shizu-chan..."
"Izaya!" he gasped in surprise and stopped in his tracks.
"Are you busy?"
Shizuo gripped the phone tighter. "No."
Can you meet me at the park near Shinra's apartment building?"
"Yeah, ok, I'll be there," Shizuo answered after a few moments of silence.
See you there.
As soon as Izaya ended the call, Shizuo slowly lowered the phone and stared at it for a bit before slipping it into his pants pocket and heading in the direction of the park. Their truce had only lasted one night, but it proved that the two of them could stay in one place without killing each other. He had a feeling that Izaya would try to kill him sooner or later, but if the man were to ever give up on that thought, Shizuo hoped that one day the two of them could learn to live in something resembling peace.
Because Izaya hadn't specified where in the park they were supposed to meet, Shizuo assumed that the flea was waiting for him in the middle, so he headed that way. Surprisingly enough, there was no fur-trimmed jacket in sight, but when he heard Izaya's voice from somewhere behind him and he turned around, he couldn't have been more surprised at seeing him wear a hoodie instead of that stupid jacket he couldn't stand. "Why are you wea―"
"I was in the mood for a change," Izaya was quick to answer. "What? Doesn't Shizu-chan think that I look good in this, hmm?" He then moved closer, until he was right in Shizuo's face. "Not sexy enough for you?" he asked in a low voice, not wanting the people passing by to hear their conversation. "Perhaps not fuckable enough...?"
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Shizuo bit back, his tone laced with fury. He'd tried to keep his voice down, but it didn't look like he was doing a very good job because a few parents threw him admonishing looks. "Do you really have to be such a fucking asshole every time we meet?" he went on, this time in a much softer voice.
"Come now, beast, don't deny it. You must've thought that I was at least good-looking to be able to get it up for me even though you hate me so much," Izaya commented with a nasty smirk on his face. "Tell me, at what exact moment did it cross your mind to fuck me?"
Without a word, Shizuo grabbed a skinny arm and dragged Izaya to a more secluded area of the park, not trusting himself to not raise his voice again when he felt so pissed off at the louse. "Seriously, what the fuck?"
Izaya jerked his arm free and continued to stare at Shizuo, the beast's mortified and yet angry expression telling him that he'd hit a nerve. "Just answer me," Izaya chirped, the sound incongruous to the seriousness of the question previously asked.
Shizuo grit his teeth harder and fought not to punch Izaya in the face, that anger he felt whenever the flea tried to rile him up for once failing to rear its ugly head to the point that he would succumb to his rage. Over the past few months, he'd learn to control his strength a bit better, the proof being all those time he'd ran into Izaya and didn't end up hurting him. "Was this why you wanted to see me?" he asked tiredly.
"No, but I'll tell you why after you answer my question," Izaya promised.
Sighing, Shizuo leaned against the nearest tree and regarded Izaya with a curious expression on his face. "What prompted the question?"
Izaya shrugged. "The way you were looking at me. Ah, but don't use such big words, ne? Your brain might explode," he then added in an amused tone.
"It was when you licked the blood off your lips," Shizuo reluctantly admitted after a few long moments of silence, hoping that the flea would change the subject now that he had his answer.
"Shizu-chan really is a fag, huh?" the words simply slipped out of Izaya's mouth, but the fact that something as innocent as licking the blood off his split lip prompted the assault was not something he wanted to think about when he had more important things to discuss with the brute.
"Why do you always do this?"
Izaya tilted his head, confused. "Do what?"
"Try to provoke me into losing it, into hurting you. It's like you want me to attack you again." Shizuo thought that Izaya's sneer made answering the question to be pointless, but the flea still deemed it necessary to expand on it.
"Who else can make you understand what a danger you are to everyone around you? It's my civic duty!"
Reclining his head against the tree's bark, Shizuo shook his head before honey-brown orbs fell upon Izaya once again. "I already know I'm dangerous, so stop with this shit already." Instead of the nasty comment he was expecting in return, Izaya's smirk grew wider and the madness in the man's eyes only seem to intensify.
"No, you really don't. Not yet anyway, but I'll help you understand," Izaya chuckled darkly and put some distance between the two of them. "Kasuka, your beloved little bro―"
"What about him?" Shizuo pushed himself away from the tree and took a step in Izaya's direction before he managed to stop himself. "If you dare hurt him again, I will kill you," he growled threateningly.
Izaya infinitesimally backed away, the angry beast frightening him just a tiny bit. "You're the one who hurt him, Shizu-chan, not I."
"Spare me the bullshit. Kasuka doesn't deserve to get hurt because of what I did to you," Shizuo snapped and balled his hands into fists. "You said you would leave him out of this, bastard!"
"This has nothing to do with me, Shizu-chan, nothing at all. I just happen to possess some information that might interest you, and since I'm such a nice guy, I'll give you a hint. It happened back when you were growing up," Izaya explained in delighted malevolence.
Shizuo growled once again but fought to control himself. "What the fuck are you trying to say?"
"I believe poor Kasuka is mentally scarred because of what happened to him," Izaya commented with a pitying sigh. "There really is no wonder he turned out the way he did."
Many horrifying thoughts went through Shizuo's head, and he didn't even realize when his hand shot out and he tried to grab Izaya, the flea jumping away in an instant as if to prove how much he deserved his nickname. In the next moment, Izaya was running away and Shizuo was chasing after him, his body moving on its own accord. He kept telling himself that he wouldn't hurt Izaya, that he'd only catch him and make him reveal what he knew; and yet he couldn't help but fear his own reaction once he caught him. Izaya was the absolute champion when it came to bringing out the worst in him, and no matter how many promises he'd made or how many times he'd said sorry, he still hated the bastard just as much as before if not more. Reluctantly, he came to the conclusion that making Izaya talk was the only chance he had at ever finding out the truth, especially when Kasuka had stopped answering his calls right after the whole Slon incident. Despite how wrong it felt to chase Izaya once again, Shizuo kept running after him through Ikebukuro's streets, and he couldn't help but feel a bitter taste as his thoughts went back to that accursed chase that had ended so horribly wrong. Back then he'd also been pissed because of Kasuka, and he clung onto that information to make sure that he wouldn't do more than ask Izaya what he knew.
Luckily, it seemed like Izaya was sticking to the main streets this time around, and even though the people walking by were making his task of apprehending the flea harder, Shizuo was glad that the two of them weren't anywhere near some dirty and poorly illuminated alley. It almost seemed like Izaya had learned his lesson, although to refer to what happened that night as a lesson made him sick to his stomach. Pain and fear were primitive methods of disciplining, and Shizuo despised himself for ever thinking that was a good idea. Since then, the two of them succeeded in having a few decent conversations here and there, and it made Shizuo curse his stupidity even more because their honest discussions only served to prove that the two of them could talk like human beings instead of fighting like animals. With that thought in mind, he decided that no matter how much he might be tempted to beat the insect to a bloody pulp, he would not under any circumstance resort to violence.
The temptation to uproot a stop sign and hit Izaya with it was very high, but Shizuo managed to control himself. "Flea, stop running!" he tried, but Izaya only laughed.
"No way, Shizu-chan! Let's just say that... I've learned my 'lesson?'"
As the words reached his ears, Shizuo nearly stumbled. He almost stopped chasing Izaya, but the need to know what happened to Kasuka kept pushing him forward. Izaya seemed a bit slower than usual, but he was still much faster than Shizuo ever hoped to be, and Ikebukuro's beast couldn't have been more surprised at almost running into Izaya when the insect suddenly stopped. Their eyes met for only a moment, before Shizuo's right hand shot straight towards the pale neck and he pinned the smaller man to the hood of a car. Surprisingly, Izaya wasn't trying to get away. "Tell me!" Shizuo demanded.
"Would you m-mind holding this for m-me?" Izaya struggled to speak, sounding out of breath, as he pushed something into the blond's hand.
Shizuo stared dumbly. "Huh...?" and his eyes widened in confusion when they fell upon the object in his hand. He thought he heard voices behind him, but he couldn't focus when all he could see was the bloody switchblade in his palm. His eyes traveled back to Izaya, and that's when he noticed the cut on the insect's thin arm and the blood trickling on the hood of the car. "What is this...?"
"Me s-setting you up a-again," Izaya chuckled, and just as Shizuo's eyes fell upon the malevolent smirk on the raven's face, the voices behind him finally became clear.
"PUT THE KNIFE DOWN, NOW!"
For a moment, Shizuo saw red, and he tightened the grip around the insect's neck, but something inside of him stopped him from snapping it. He'd been tricked again, and as he unclenched his fingers from around the now bruised throat, he growled at Izaya, wishing nothing more than to wipe that disgusting smirk off the bastard's face. He took a step backwards and raised his arms, not in the mood to fight the officers and maybe get into more trouble than Izaya had already gotten him into. Despite the burning anger he was experiencing, he didn't fight back when he was cuffed. As if things weren't already bad enough, he finally realized that he was in front of a police station and that he'd pinned the disgusting louse to a police car. At that moment, it crossed his mind that perhaps Izaya had made up the whole Kasuka story to lure him there, and he almost sighed in relief at the thought. He didn't try to run as they dragged him into the building, nor did he cause any troubles when they roughly pushed into an empty cell, the only sign of protest being a low growl. He paced the small space a few times before he sat down on the cold floor, but unfortunately, the silence was shattered by the door opening and Izaya walking in like he owned the place.
"I asked them to give me a few minutes with you."
Shizuo snorted and glared at the flea from where he was sitting down on the floor with his back against the wall. "You're cutting yourself now, flea? Are you really this messed up?"
A dark chuckle resonated throughout the near empty space, and Izaya took that last step towards the cell and grabbed the bars with both hands, his eyes burning with hatred as he glared at the blond. "While it's true that I've always been somewhat messed up," Izaya admitted, "your recent actions have created this new me. I've already told you that I can't forget, so please, do rejoice, Shizu-chan, it's what you wanted deep down inside, no matter how much you try to deny it."
"I didn't wa―"
"If you dare finish that sentence, I swear that I will destroy everyone and everything you hold dear!" Izaya warned, his knuckles turning white from how hard he was grasping the bars.
Shizuo scrubbed a hand over his face, wishing that it was all a nightmare and that he could wake up from it. He believed Izaya capable of doing that and much more, and he knew well enough not to further anger him. "What is it that you want from me?" he asked without even lifting his head.
"Everyone dies, beast, but death is too easy of a punishment for you." Shizuo stayed silent, so Izaya loosened his tight hold on the bars and took a step backwards. "Aren't you going to ask me about Kasuka?"
When Shizuo raised his head, their eyes met, and they stared at each other for a long time. "No," Shizuo finally answered. "I know that you only said that to rile me up because you wanted me to get arrested."
With a dark chuckle, Izaya gripped the bars again, and he leaned closer until his head was touching the cold metal. "You belong in prison, with rapists and murderers. If your brother hadn't helped me that night, I'd most likely be dead and buried right now."
Shizuo got up and moved towards Izaya until he was standing right in front of him, the steel bars being the only things separating them. "I may belong here, but so do you," he sneered and fisted a hand into the front of Izaya's jacket, his eyes slightly widening in surprise when the other didn't even try to pull away.
"I'll never get caught no matter what I do," Izaya promised, eyes glowing as a dark smirk spread across his face, "unlike you..." and he kept on smirking as he unclenched one hand from around the bars and wrapped his fingers around Shizuo's wrist. "My battered body was a testimony to your violence, not to mention that you were stupid enough to leave evidence of your... sordid activities behind, so had I called an ambulance that night, you would be rotting in prison right now."
"But you didn't, because you were too proud."
Izaya shrugged. "We all have our flaws."
"You need help, flea... professional help."
"Tch!"
"Whatever," Shizuo muttered before shoving him away. "Leave, before I make you leave."
"Shizu-chan is sooo sca~ary!" Izaya gasped in mock-surprise with a bravado he didn’t quite feel. "Well, I'll see you around," he waved before he turned around and walked away, his dark chuckle resonating throughout the hallway.

***
"I love you," Shinra murmured against the naked skin of Celty's breasts as he laid soft kisses on her chest. He almost growled in frustration at being unable to use both his hands to explore her divine body, and he inwardly cursed Shizuo for being the cause of his current problem. His beautiful Dullahan was sprawled on the bed before him, with her back leaning against his pillows and her long legs resting on either of his sides. A soft sound of appreciation left his lips when more of the black smoke retreated, only to reveal her flat stomach and alluring hips. He almost couldn't believe that his beloved Dullahan would soon be his, and as his gaze roamed over her perfect body, he couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation.
[ Stop staring! ] she typed on her PDA after grabbing it from the nightstand. Before she could even show it to him, she covered her naked breasts with an arm, almost dropping the device when a predatory smirk spread across his face.
"The sight of you like this is picture perfect, so can you blame me for admiring such ravishing beauty?" Shinra asked as he seized her wrist and pulled her arm away, his lips descending on a pink nub before he released her and he grabbed her other breast. As if on cue, she arched beneath his touch, his skilled hand and wet tongue swirling around her nipple making her squirm. Momentarily abandoning her breasts, he trailed wet kisses up her chest while he skimmed her skin, exploring her shoulder, her arm and the deep curve of her thin waist, until he dared to let his wandering hand go lower and he caressed her inner thigh. He almost burst into happiness when he felt nimble fingers run through his hair, as though Celty was telling him to go on, but it wasn't until she placed her other hand on his back and she started pulling at his t-shirt that he finally dared to move his hand up her leg. He was close, so close, but he didn't succeed in reaching his target because her phone rang right at that moment. He momentarily froze, waiting to see what she'd do, and when she released her grip on his t-shirt and lightly pushed him away to check her PDA, he barely suppressed a sob from climbing up his throat and slipping past his lips.
[ I have to go. ]
"What?! Right now??" he screeched, his voice sounding desperate and pathetic at the same time. "Why...?"
[ Izaya wants to meet me. He said it was important. ]
Shinra growled possessively as he captured her wrist, but his angry expression turned soft again when she raised her hand and caressed his jaw. He closed his eyes and nuzzled into her palm, Celty's enticing scent filling his nostrils and making him want to never let go. He heard the sound of keys being pressed and he opened his eyes just in time to see her pick up the PDA from the bed.
[ I'll be back as soon as I can. ]
"Since when do you care?"
[ ? ]
"About Izaya..." he clarified, and then watched her pull back her hand at the same time that her black smoke covered her chest.
[ He's pitiful. ]
"Don't tell him that," Shinra advised as he retrieved his glasses from the nightstand.
[ I know, don't worry. I'll see you later. ]
He simply sat there motionless until he heard the door open and then close before he finally allowed his body to collapse on the bed. At least he didn't have to rush to the bathroom, the mere mention of Izaya's name making him lose his erection.

***
Celty thought it was a bit weird that Izaya had asked her to meet him at the police station, especially when Izaya knew how much she feared the men in uniform, but it wasn't until she got there that she realized something was wrong. She immediately noticed the cut in the jacket's sleeve and the bandages beneath, as well as the blood soaking the material, and for a moment, she almost forgot about her fears.
[ What happened?? ]
"Ah, you see, Shizu-chan and I had a fight―"
[ He did this?! ]
"If you want to talk to him, I can make it happen," Izaya proposed in an attempt to avoid answering the question. "Besides, I know how worried you must be now that he's locked up like the animal that he is."
[ That's not why I want to see him. ]
Izaya chuckled darkly and leaned against the building. "Oh, please, Courier-san, we both know that no matter what you say, you won't really abandon him. I finally understood it the last time we met."
[ What are you talking about...? ]
"You made sure I understood that I am the architect of my own destruction."
[ That's not why I said it! ] she rushed to answer, her PDA almost slipping through her fingers as she pushed it into his face.
Izaya read the text, cocked his head to the side and regarded the Dullahan with a hateful gleam in his eyes. "Oh?"
[ Bad things happen whenever the two of you meet. ]
Izaya shook his head and sighed loudly before pushing himself away from the wall and heading towards the door, but he ended up stopping in his tracks when he felt Celty's hand on his shoulder.
[ It was not my intention to place the blame on you, ] she told him once he turned to face her. [ I really think that the two of you should stay away from one another. ] [ Just look at what he did to you! ]
"You can keep on lying to yourself, Courier-san, but please stop wasting my precious time and follow me already," Izaya said flatly before he opened the door with his uninjured arm and stepped inside.
Despite how reluctant she was about going in, Celty knew that Izaya wouldn't ask it of her if she was in any sort of danger of being captured, so she followed after him with her shoulders sagged and her head bowed, regret and shame weighing heavily on her conscience.

***
After Izaya left, Shizuo went back to sitting on the floor with his back against the wall opposite the barred door. He kept staring ahead for a while, until he heard footsteps approaching and his vision finally focused enough to see Izaya walking down the hallway with Celty in tow. He immediately got up and rushed to the bars, wondering what the hell was going on because he couldn't understand for the life of him why Izaya would bring her there. It made no sense that she would come in when she was so terrified by the police for always chasing her around Ikebukuro.
"I thought Shizu-chan would feel lonely, so I brought Courier-san to keep him company," Izaya answered the question before the blond even had a chance to voice it.
The bars rattled when Shizuo suddenly gripped them, and Izaya fought the urge to take a step backwards when he noticed the murderous light in those honey-brown eyes. Those steel bars were not enough to hold Ikebukkuro's beast if Shizuo decided he had enough.
"Get lost," Shizuo growled, but Celty typed something on her PDA as she approached him.
[ He stays. ]
"Fine," Shizuo muttered before he released his hold on the bars. "You shouldn't be here."
[ Don't worry about it, ] she told him, but her hands still shook with fine tremors.
"Let me guess, he told you that I attacked him again? Because if he did, then he's a lying piece of shit."
Celty turned to Izaya and then back to Shizuo, her whole posture screaming confusion besides the dread she was already feeling.
"I never said that," Izaya clarified with a shrug.
"He cut himself, Celty!" Shizuo sneered and immediately pointed at the disgusting flea standing five feet away from him.
[ What?! ]
"Well, you see, Shizu-chan attacked me first," he tried in an attempt to defend himself.
Shizuo glared at Izaya for a full minute before addressing Celty. "I didn't attack him. I just wanted him to leave Kasuka alone and to tell me what he knew."
Izaya snorted while Celty was so confused that she didn't even know what to say anymore.
"You pinned me to a police car, you protozoan! That means you attacked me, no matter how you try to justify it," Izaya snapped and barely stopped himself from pulling out his other switchblade and planting in the middle of Shizuo's forehead.
"I'm sorry if I'm a little touchy when it comes to my brother, especially after what happened," Shizuo hissed, the metal slightly bending beneath his fingers.
Izaya laughed, but what he really felt was spite. "At least I didn't go through with it."
Celty continued to watch the exchange between the two adversaries, not daring to interrupt them.
"You still almost got him rap―" Shizuo snarled, but before he could finish the sentence, he clasped a hand over his mouth, both he and Izaya now staring at the frozen Dullahan.
[ You what...? ] she asked after she turned around to face the smaller man, black smoke spilling from beneath her helmet and snapping back and forth in the air.
Izaya backed away and raised his hands in a placating gesture, the sides of his mouth quirking upwards into a nervous smile. "I admit that I convinced someone to do it for me, but I changed my mind and in the end I saved Kasuka from a fate similar to my own. I still let Shizu-chan believe for a few hours that his precious little brother got fucked, because this beast here deserves to suffer," he spat as he threw Shizuo a disgusted look.
Celty's thoughts immediately went back to the day when Izaya asked her to deliver Kasuka to Shizuo, and she finally understood why the older Heiwajima tried to kill himself that time.
[ You shouldn't have done that, ] she told Izaya.
Izaya lowered his hands before he leaned against the wall. "Can you really blame me, Courier-san? You were the one who cleaned the blood off my bathroom's floor and tub, and you were one of the three people who saw the shape I was in right after Shizu-chan finished playing with me, so you shouldn't be so surprised that I sought revenge once I got back to my feet."
Celty somewhat understood where he was coming from, but she wasn't about to tell him that. Shizuo and Izaya being in proximity to one another only made things worse, and it hardened her belief that nothing good would ever come out of their encounters.
[ You need to stay away from each other, ] she first told Shizuo and then Izaya, and while the first nodded, the second shook his head.
"How else would I punish Shizu-chan, hmm? I'm open to suggestions," he snickered and approached the bars, meeting Shizuo's stare with a glare of his own and a nasty smirk.
"Screw you, bastard!" Shizuo snapped.
Izaya sighed and slipped a hand into the pocket of the jacket where he kept the spare switchblade. "I already told you I rather you didn't, since you really sucked at it."
"That's not what I―" Shizuo tried to defend himself, but he ended up swallowing the next word when Celty raised a hand, effectively silencing him.
[ No matter what I say, you both ignore me. I've had enough! ] she declared, the black smoke surrounding her taking on a more threatening demeanor.
Both Shizuo and Izaya seemed to move closer to one another so that the two of them could read her words at the same time.
[ You're both children, and I refuse to be a part of your games. ]
"Courier-san, I―"
[ Shut up, Izaya! I don't want to hear another word from you! ]
"Celty, listen―"
[ Silence! ]
Shizuo immediately clicked his mouth shut, the murderous aura he felt radiating from the Dullahan making him worry for his safety. He knew better than to underestimate Celty.
[ I'm done with the both of you. Don't ever look for me again. ]
"But Courier-san―" Izaya tried, but he ended up flinching when her hand shot up to the bar beside his head before she slowly pulled it back to type her last message to them.
[ Not another word, ] and with that Celty turned around and stormed out of the building, finally understanding once and for all that she would never be able to help Ikebukuro's most famous archenemies.
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