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Blind Fury	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Rough hands grabbing his arm in a tight grip.

Fingers in his hair pushing his head into the wet and cold concrete.

The horrible sounds of pleasure resonating in his ears from above him.

That thing thrusting into him so mercilessly.

How long has it been?

One minute?

One hour?

An eternity?

Would it ever be over?

If only he could get away...

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"Stop!" he shrilled in despair, eyelids as heavy as iron fluttering open as his frantic mind desperately sought an escape from the nightmare plaguing him, his psyche unable to cope any longer with the perpetual humiliating state of complete helplessness he felt at the hands of Ikebukuro's beast as he repeatedly relived his ordeal. It wasn't just his body that Shizuo was breaking, but also his mind, and when Izaya wholly opened his eyes he was blinded by the light. Everything seemed too bright and too loud after so much darkness, or perhaps he was only getting that impression because of the ringing in his ears, but he couldn't be sure. He kept blinking a few times until the image started to clear, the white fading, and when he heard a voice he felt his entire body go cold, the shape of someone coming closer freezing the blood in his veins.

No! No more! Not again! Not again! he screamed inside his head, terrified. A sob escaped his sore throat and he was overcome with nausea, immediately raising a hand to cover his mouth as a result of the intense abhorrence he felt welling up inside of him, his quivering body giving away the fear he felt seeping through his veins.

Abruptly, that someone stopped and Izaya kept his eyes glued to the shape, waiting for any indication that it'd move. It didn't, and as the image slowly started to clear, he was able to finally identify the person who was trying to talk to him.

"Please, Izaya, calm down, you're safe here."

"Shin...ra?" Izaya asked softly, fearing that it was only an illusion.

"Yes, it's me, your best-est friend Shinra. Aren't you so very happy to see me?" the doctor tried in a cheerful tone, hoping to lighten the heavy atmosphere. Izaya would most likely hate him for all of eternity if he dared to show him any pity and it broke Shinra's heart to see the man so scared and beaten up, nothing about the person before him reminding him of the fearless Informant. Shinra couldn't remember ever seeing him looking so broken before, and he hated Shizuo even more for turning the strong Orihara Izaya into the pitiful creature before him who looked like it could get spooked by its own shadow. Unwillingly, his eyes drew back to the cigarette burn on Izaya's now black and blue neck, the bruises in the shape of fingers encompassing it making him regret not having crushed Shizuo's trachea when he had the chance.

Izaya's eyes widened when he saw how badly his hands were trembling and he ground his teeth harder in frustration. Feeling completely ashamed, he bowed his head and tucked his hands beneath his arms, hoping the doctor hadn't noticed. He was finally safe. He chuckled darkly.

"Izaya?" Shinra uttered, brows furrowed in confusion. "What are you―" he tried, but he never got to finish because Izaya broke into hysterical laughter, the man's left hand, which was now clenched in his hair, tugging at it, his dark red eyes wide and unfocused. "Iza―"

"Leave!" Izaya managed to say between breaths that sounded like sobs. "Out! Get out!" he shouted in the hope that he would be left alone.

Shinra stood there stunned for a few moments before he snapped out of it and hurried out the door, unable to tell whether Izaya was laughing or crying. He waited outside, wincing at the sounds coming from the room and wondering if Izaya had lost his mind. If he did, he couldn't really blame him. He could only imagine how hard it must've been for someone as proud as Izaya to lose in such a debasing manner to his most hated enemy. The sounds did stop a few minutes later, but by then Shinra was unsure whether to go back inside or to leave Izaya alone for a while. If that would've been him in there, and god, it made him sick just to consider such a scenario, he too would've wanted to be left alone. Sighing, he gazed at the door one more time before he turned around and left.

Inside, Izaya was having troubles breathing again, his left hand still tightly clenched in his hair while he was staring at his broken and trembling right limb, his mind refusing to believe what it already knew.

It's not real.

It never happened.

That would never happen to me.

And yet he knew that it had happened no matter how much he refused to believe it, the awful pain between his legs serving as a reminder of the torture he'd been subjected to by the beast. He slowly lowered his right hand and warily placed it upon the blanket, unable to tear his eyes away from it because of how much it shook with dread. He kept staring at it for a while, until he finally found the courage to push the blanket away and he saw the bandages around his thigh. It wasn't as though the pain he was in didn't serve as proof that his ordeal had been real, but he needed that last visual confirmation to accept it.

He had been raped.

The great Orihara Izaya, who thought himself to be above humans, had been raped.

He could hardly believe it himself, and he was the victim.

Victim... such a foreign concept to him.

He had never been a victim before, at least not until Shizuo had plucked him from his special place in his metaphorical sky, where he thought he belonged, and flung him down to the ground with the rest of humanity. How could things go so wrong when he was merely taking a stroll through Ikebukuro for no particular reason?

It wasn't that running into Shizuo was something out of the ordinary, but he should have assumed that sooner or later the man would truly snap. Truth be told, he had always wanted to see Shizuo lose it completely, but never in his wildest dreams or nightmares did he imagine the brute capable of such an atrocity. He now understood that he'd played with fire and had gotten burned in the process; it was as simple as that. Now the question was how to put out that fire.

As much as he hated to remember, the events of that night were still as clear and vivid as they had been back then and he knew that he would've been dead if it hadn't been for Kasuka. It was ironic that the brother of the man who ruined him turned out to be his savior. The issue now was that Kasuka knew the truth and it infuriated Izaya to know that someone had seen him so weak. Kasuka aside, there was also Shinra. He knew that he shouldn't feel ashamed, but that still didn't make him feel any less mortified at the thought of his friend seeing and being forced to patch up every wound that Shizuo had inflicted on and inside his body.

He took a deep breath before he finally let go of his hair, his whole body feeling numb. He stared blankly at the wall with tired eyes, his shoulders sagged, drowning in self-pity until his injured body demanded he lay back down again. Feeling both physically and mentally exhausted, he allowed his mind to sink into the sluggishness and he floated between consciousness and unconsciousness for a long time until Shinra approached him cautiously after coming back to check up on him.

"I'm going to give you something for the pain, but first I need you to tell me how badly it hurts on a scale from one to ten."

More than you can imagine, thought Izaya, but he wasn't about to tell him that. "Six." Shinra handed him a couple of pills and a glass of water and Izaya greedily gulped down the liquid, his dry throat and lips in desperate need of hydration. "Thanks," he said as he handed him back the glass, only to glare in contempt at his still trembling hand.

"Don't worry about it," Shinra spoke softly, as if reading his mind, "you lost a large quantity of blood, so it's only natural."

Izaya nodded, thankful to the doctor for trying to give an explanation for it. He simply dreaded to think that the trembling in his hands was the effect of his fear and he refused to believe that he had been reduced to such a pathetic human. He tore his eyes away from his left hand and looked Shinra in the eyes, but felt like it was something much harder to do than before, especially when the man knew what had happened to him. "Hey Shinra," he uttered brokenly and then took a small pause, the awful pain scratching at his consciousness breaking his focus. "I'm sorry."

Shinra felt his heart clench, Izaya's broken voice and overall posture making him feel really sorry for the man. "It's not your fault, so don't beat yourself over it." He was no longer capable of hiding his pity and he was certain that his brittle smile was telling Izaya exactly how he felt about the whole situation.

Izaya swallowed the lump in his throat and shook his head. "No, listen, that's not it. What I meant to say is that I never wanted you to have to―"

"No, don't," Shinra cut him off, "I don't even want to hear you say it. I wanted to save you."

"I really am sorry," Izaya repeated and allowed himself to drift into unconsciousness, the pills having made him really sleepy. "I want to go home," he whispered softly right before he fell asleep.

"No can do; it was hard enough to bring you here to begin with, so I won't allow you to leave until you're out of danger," Shinra told him as he pulled the blanket higher up Izaya's body.

He sighed for the umpteenth time and walked out of the room, hating himself for being unable to do more to ease Izaya's suffering. He couldn't even make the physical pain go away and he was a doctor, so how could he ever hope to take away the man's mental anguish? It was impossible. Izaya would never forget what happened and Shinra was starting to worry that the Informant would further damage himself while trying to take revenge on Ikebukuro's beast. Oh, he knew that Shizuo absolutely deserved it, but he didn't want Izaya to completely break while trying to destroy the monster. Exhausted, he slumped on the kitchen chair and lowered his head on the table, wishing that none of it would've happened. Not only did one of his friends get broken, but the one who had broken him was none other than the other friend Shinra had. It was an extremely fucked up situation and Shinra couldn't stand seeing Izaya looking so human because it simply did not fit the image of the strong and confident man that Shinra had come to know.
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