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Blind Fury	By : HollowedRose Category: > Durarara!! (?????!! Dyurarara!!) Views: 6534 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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With each passing day Izaya found himself wishing more and more to get away from Shinra. It wasn't that he was ungrateful, but enough was enough. Shinra was starting to treat him like he was made of glass, and even though the man was trying to act nonchalantly while in his presence, Izaya could see right through him.

"Please, you're not well enough yet, you can't go!" Shinra insisted, relentlessly hovering around his patient while Izaya put on some clothes he had previously grabbed from the doctor's closet.

"I can move now, which means that I'm well enough to get out of here," Izaya hissed and then shoved Shinra from his path when the man refused to move.

The doctor almost grabbed him by the arm to keep him there, but a glare from Izaya stopped him dead in his tracks. "You... you can't go," Shinra pleaded.

Izaya stopped and rubbed his temples, fighting to stay calm because he didn't want to say something he would end up regretting later. "I'm grateful for everything you've done for me, but believe me when I say that I can take care of myself from now on," he told the doctor before he turned around and headed straight for the door. Shinra obviously wanted to say more, but the man had kept his mouth shut and Izaya was grateful for that because he was not in the mood to argue.

He would've ran had he been able to, but all he could do was gingerly walk and hope that he wouldn't attract too much attention. The world seemed foreign once he got outside the flat and for a terrifying second the idea that Shizuo could be somewhere nearby almost made him want to run back to Shinra's apartment. The fear was followed by shame and Izaya cursed under his breath before he forced his injured body to move forward. He grit his teeth when the pain made him break into a sweat and he tried not to think of the many injuries littering his body because of a certain Heiwajima Shizuo. It wasn't his behind alone that hurt, and god, it crush his pride to smithereens just thinking about why it hurt, but there was also his stabbed leg and broken rib. It ached to breath, let alone move, but the desire to go home was stronger than any torment his body was in.

He checked his pocket for the money he’d snatched from Shinra's coat just before he left and he was glad to see that he had enough for a taxi. He sighed loudly but immediately regretted the action when the stabbing pain in his chest almost left him breathless. "Great, just great," he mumbled to himself. It'd take weeks or even months to heal all the injuries, which meant that he'd have to deal with the pain for a very long time. The pain wasn’t what bothered him the most―he'd been hurt before, even though it was never as bad―but the memories of how he got the injuries was what kept him awake at night. He shook his head in order to chase away the disturbing thoughts and then dragged his weak body towards the street where he knew he could easily find a taxi.

Unfortunately, he didn't get a chance to take too many steps before he ended up rooted on the spot when he thought he saw blonde hair out of the corner of his left eye. His broken right hand immediately went to his pocket and he almost panicked when he realized that he didn't have the switchblade with him. Suddenly, he felt more naked than he ever remembered feeling in his entire life. He reluctantly rotated his head in that direction and sighed in relief when he realized that he’d been wrong. It was then when it crossed Izaya's mind that he was way too jumpy, and maybe, just maybe, really freaking scared, but he would never admit that to anyone, not even to himself.

He took another deep breath and then continued to walk until he found a cab to take him to Shinjuku. Whenever the road turned bumpy, Izaya had to bite into his lower lip to keep himself from making any pained noises, and he was starting to think that perhaps Shinra had been right. He was aware that he wasn't well enough to leave, but that still hadn't stopped him from leaving because in order for him to be the Orihara Izaya from before he had to go home and act like nothing happened. So what if he’d been raped? People get raped every day and they still continue living, he told himself as a way of encouragement. If his beloved humans could do it, then so could he, especially when he―in his not-so-humble opinion―was above them. It would take some effort to climb back to the high place from where he'd been forcefully plucked but he was Orihara Izaya and that was enough to make it happen.

When the car finally stopped in front of his apartment building, he got out and slowly made his way towards the elevator. He pressed the button to his floor with a shaky hand and he had to grab onto something to not collapse from exhaustion. He chuckled bitterly at how weak he was and then he breathed in relief when the elevator stopped. Black spots were starting to cloud his vision and he knew that if he didn't hurry he would end up collapsing before he managed to get inside his apartment. Summoning the last bit of strength he had left, he limped along the wall until he was in front of the door, which unfortunately took longer to open than he had expected. Once inside he only managed to take two steps before he ended up collapsing on the floor.

He moaned in anguish when his broken rib shifted inside his chest at the contact with the hard floor, and all he could do was lie there broken and hurting while waiting for unconsciousness to claim him. Unconsciousness was taking its time though, and Izaya couldn't stand the idea of being sprawled on the cold floor again, just like that time in the alley. It felt like an eternity had passed before everything turned black and he almost welcomed the darkness because that was always better than remembering.

He woke up a few hours later to the sound of someone's voice, groaning in pain as he slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times to clear his vision. "Namie?" he softly inquired, wanting to make sure that it was really her because he was still on his stomach and he didn't have enough energy to get up by himself.

"Yeah, who else? Will you get up already?" she snorted while tapping a foot on the floor next to Izaya's unmoving form. "It's irritating to see you lying there like that," she added before she went to drop a few files on her desk. "I have some things to take care of today, so I can't stay."

"Then go," Izaya sneered in a clearly annoyed tone while struggling to push his head off the floor. "Some help would be nice," he told her when the woman approached him.

She let out an exasperated sigh and grabbed him by the arm to help him up. "You don't pay me enough for this," she complained and released him as soon as Izaya was standing.

"Maybe I'm paying you too much," he mumbled and limped to the couch where he sat down.

Namie snorted at the remark.

"Aren't you glad to have me back?" he asked, smirking.

Namie rolled her eyes. "Ecstatic. Bye," and with that she slammed the door behind her, the loud noise making Izaya wince.

Other people might've been put off by her behavior, but it helped Izaya to know that she was treating him the same way she always had. His eyes darted around the apartment and he was relieved to see that someone had cleaned up the blood trail leading to the bathroom. He hoped the bathroom was also clean because he wasn't sure that he could walk in there and see all that blood without feeling sick. If he had to take a guess as to who was responsible for cleaning it up, he'd bet his money on Celty. Namie would never bother and Shinra had been too busy taking care of him to worry about some blood on the floor.

He closed his eyes and stayed like that on the couch for a while until he gathered enough energy to get up and go change into something more comfortable. He was anxious to get online to see if his people had noticed his absence. He had a feeling that some rumors about him being dead were already going around. He wasn't stupid though, he knew that Shinra had barely managed to save his life, but even that wouldn't have been possible if Kasuka hadn't found him that night, the irony of the beast's brother saving his life being somewhat amusing in a sick and twisted way.

He chuckled as he made his way to the laptop but before he got to his desk he did a one hundred and eighty degrees turn and went back to his room to grab a pillow so that his abused behind wouldn't hurt as much when he sat down in his office chair. Not that the chair wasn't comfortable, but his behind hurt that much. The cab ride had been hellish enough and he didn't want to go through something like that again anytime soon. After setting the pillow in place, he gingerly sat down and opened the laptop, realizing how much he'd missed getting online. The first thing he did was go through his emails, but he ended up closing the window when he couldn't find anything interesting. With nothing else to do, he decided to check on the Dollars chat room.

―――Kanra has entered the chat room.―――

Tanaka Tarō: 【Do you really believe that?】

Kanra: 《What are you talking about?》

Tanaka Tarō: 【Good afternoon, Kanra-san.】

Kanra: 《Good afternoon!》

Bakyura: 「There's a rumor going around about Orihara Izaya.」

Kanra: 《Oh?》

Tanaka Tarō: 【Some people are saying that he got killed by Heiwajima Shizuo.】

Bakyura: 「I highly doubt that.」

Setton: [I agree. I'm sure he's fine.]

Kanra: 《Why is everyone suspecting Heiwajima Shizuo?》

Bakyura: 「He's been unusually quiet lately.」

Kanra: 《Quiet in what way?》

Setton: [Nothing got destroyed in the past week or so.]

Bakyura: 「Now that Kanra is here, this discussion is pointless and I have to go anyway. Bye.」

Kanra: 《Bye.》

Setton: [Bye.]

―――Bakyura has left the chat room.―――

Tanaka Tarō : 【If he really is dead, his corpse will show up eventually.】

Kanra: 《Scaaaary~》

Setton: [He's not dead!]

Indoor Scholar: 『Of course he isn't. Stop talking nonsense, people.』

Kanra: 《I also have to go. I'll talk to you guys later. Byeee~》

―――Kanra has left the chat room.―――

Izaya stared blankly at the screen for a few moments before he closed the lid and got up, his enthusiasm about getting online flying out the window.

So the beast is acting strange...

Something occurred to him then and he started laughing hysterically, occasionally stopping to gasp for air whenever the pain in his chest got too bad.

"Ah, Shizu-chan, you'd better not be regretting what you did to me! You're only a mindless beast after all," he said out loud as he walked over to the chessboard. "I can't rush this, I must find the perfect strategy to destroy you, because you're special." His hand hovered over the pieces and he tapped his chin thoughtfully. "I can't decide which piece you are, beast..."

He pulled back his broken hand and stood there motionless for a few minutes. "You can't be a knight, you're not honorable enough, nor are you a king, because you don't hide behind others." There was silence again for a while, until a terrifying smirk appeared on his face and he chuckled darkly as he raised his eyes from the board and gazed into the distance.

"You're none of those pieces, Shizu-chan, neither of us is! And because you dared to break my body, I will break your spirit in return! It will be glorious!" he said as he raised both arms in the air. "I will make you cry, beast!"

After a few moments of musing, he lowered his arms and went to sit back in his desk chair. "Even beasts can be broken, and I will break you!"
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