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Blind Fury	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Izaya spent the next few days in bed, not even talking to Shinra unless the man asked him if he wanted more painkillers. What was worse than the pain was the constant feeling of nausea settled in his stomach. Coming to terms with what happened was really hard for Izaya, so a part of him was still in denial even though he knew it to be true. Whenever he tried to sleep he would wake up in a sweat, his whole body shivering in pure terror as the events of that night kept plaguing his every waking moment and dreams alike. When he was awake, he at least knew that it was all in the past, while in his nightmares he was only met with despair each time his mind unwillingly conjured the monster that was Heiwajima Shizuo. The Shizuo of his nightmares always caused him unbearable pain, not unlike the real one, but at least the real one was someplace else and Izaya knew that he was safe at Shinra's apartment.

Speaking of Shinra, he couldn't have been more grateful to the man for everything he'd done for him. Not only did Shinra save his life, but he also took care of him even though he had no obligation to do so. Celty sometimes hovered outside the door, but she didn't dare disturb him and Izaya could only assume that it was curiosity on her part, her general dislike of him being no secret. Then again, he couldn't help but wonder if she would still feel the same way if she knew what her precious Shizuo had done. Probably not, but he had no intention of telling her anything. It was already bad enough that Shinra and the bastard's brother knew. Out of all the people who could've found him that night, it just had to be Shizuo's brother, as though the forces of the universe were doing their best to screw him over. His depressing thoughts were however interrupted when Shinra entered the room with a plate of food in his hand.

"I brought you some fatty tuna," Shinra chirped and pushed the plate into Izaya's face. "Here, take a bite," he insisted, but Izaya simply turned his head away in disgust. "Why do you refuse to eat?" the doctor finally asked when he figured that Izaya had no intention whatsoever to eat the delicacy that Shinra had bought specially for him.

"I'm not hungry," Izaya answered in a disturbingly apathetic voice.

"You're going to get sick if you don't eat anything," Shinra whined, brows furrowed in both anger and concern while he waited for his patient to say something. "Izaya? Are you even listening to me?" he finally asked when he realized that the man was either ignoring him or was too lost inside his mind to notice anything around him.

Izaya raised his head, tired bloodshot eyes staring at his doctor and friend. "What...? Oh, I'm sorry, my mind was someplace else. What were you saying?"

"I said that you're going to get sick if you keep refusing to eat!" Shinra snapped, tempted to pick a piece of fatty tuna and force if down his stubborn patient's throat.

Izaya gazed for a while at Shinra with a blank expression on his face. "I'll be fine," he finally answered and hoped that he'd be left alone.

"I can't fix stupidity you know," Shinra complained and sighed in exasperation. "What do you hope to accomplish by starving yourself to death?"

Izaya didn't answer the question and instead lowered his head back on the pillow, clearly dismissing Shinra from his presence.

"Fine, have it your way, but don't you dare come to me for help once you'll start feeling sick," Shinra threatened just before he slammed the door behind him a bit too hard.

[What's wrong?] Celty asked when she saw an annoyed Shinra stomping into the kitchen.

"That idiot doesn't want to eat! His body needs energy to recover, yet he refuses to get anywhere near food," he hissed through clenched teeth and nearly threw the plate of fatty tuna on the table.

[Perhaps he's feeling sick and he can't eat.]

"Well, yes, but he has no reason to feel sick. It's his favorite food," Shinra muttered and sat at the table with his arms folded in front of his chest.

[I'm no expert in the process of feeding, but from what I've observed, some humans tend to not eat when they are feeling depressed.]

Shinra flinched at Celty's observation and the realization that Izaya might not be able to eat because of what happened to him made him feel guilty for snapping at the man. "Thank you, my dear Celty, you opened my eyes to something I failed to see before," he sang and kissed her hand gently. Celty immediately pulled it back and he knew that if she had a head on her shoulders, her cheeks would've been flushed in embarrassment. It was cute how such a creature could be so shy sometimes. He loved everything about her, regardless of the fact that she was not human, or perhaps especially because of it. Now knowing what he had to do, he picked up a few things and went back to Izaya, determined to help the man regardless of his patient's opinions on the matter.

"What are you doing?" Izaya asked when Shinra grabbed him, brows furrowing in both anger and apprehension as he glared daggers at the man holding his wrist in a vice grip.

"Doing you a favor," the doctor chirped and only held on tighter when Izaya tried to free his hand.

"What the hell, Shinra?!" Izaya snarled when he saw the needle in the doctor's other hand.

"PPN."

"What does that mean?" Izaya asked through clenched teeth, still trying to free his hand.

Shinra raised his head and looked him in the eyes. "Peripheral parenteral nutrition."

"Intravenous feeding?!" Izaya asked in disbelief.

Shinra nodded before he proceeded with his task now that Izaya was no longer struggling.

"You're crazy," Izaya said and finally relaxed in Shinra's grasp. "You really are crazy."

"So it would seem, but that might only apply to the things I end up doing because of you," Shinra confessed as he forced a smile on his face.

"Well, you did throw yourself in front of a knife meant for me, so I guess it's safe to say that I'm special enough to make you do crazy things," Izaya mused, wearing a somewhat smug expression on his face. "What other crazy things would you do for― ouch! That hurts!" Izaya complained when the needle entered his vein none too gently. "What was that for?"

"Sorry, I just remembered something when you mentioned the crazy things I'd do for you." Once he was done setting up the whole thing, Shinra stepped away from Izaya who narrowed his eyes at him.

"What did you do?"

Shinra scratched his head in an awkward manner and then dragged a chair closer to Izaya's bed so that he could sit down and have an honest conversation with him. "I kind of threatened Shizuo," he confessed, cringing, and lowered his head. "I know that he... I know, Izaya."

Izaya paled. "You! You crazy idiot!"

Shinra laughed nervously. "Sorry about that, but I couldn't help myself."

"How did you find out?" Izaya asked in a meek voice.

"I'm a doctor, it's what I do." Shinra said, but he immediately felt bad for even mentioning it when he noticed how badly Izaya was trembling. He inwardly cursed himself for his stupidity and got up to leave. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned it."

"It's fine," Izaya assured him. "I might not show it very often, but I'm grateful to have you as a friend."

Shinra couldn’t help but breathe in relief when he saw the small genuine smile on Izaya's face.

"What did... what did he say?" Izaya finally inquired in a shaky voice.

Shinra smirked. "He didn't get a chance to talk that much, not with my boot crushing his windpipe and all that."

Izaya's eyes widened in disbelief. "You really are insane!"

Shinra chuckled. "I won't deny that," he admitted before he left Izaya to rest, a small smile gracing his lips now that he finally got his friend to have a conversation with him. Perhaps Izaya might pull through after all, he thought with no small amount of hope.

[How did it go?] Celty asked as soon as he sat down next to her on the living-room couch.

"It went surprisingly well," Shinra told her, grinning.

[I'm glad to hear that. Izaya might be a horrible person, but that doesn't mean I want to see him suffer, or worse, die.]

"That's because you have a gentle nature, Celty," he said softly and placed a hand on her shoulder to reassure her when he felt her tense next to him.

[What if I cease to be the Celty you know once I find my head?]

"You don't have to find it. I love you just the way you are," he confessed as he rested his head on top of her shoulder. "You don't need your head, you're already perfect."

[But I still have to find it...]

Shinra didn't say anything to that and instead gently picked up her hand and placed it in his palm. If only Celty would give up the search and accept him, he was certain that he could make her happy. After all, she was the only one in the world whom he truly loved. "You don't have to, because you have me, and I would do anything for you. That's how much I love you," he told her and then wrapped an arm around her back. I would even lie to you just to make sure that you'd stay here with me until the day I die. That is how much I love you.
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