Hi guys! I am back with a new story! I know you all are mad at me for not finishing Ricochet or Unknown but I am trying to get back in to writing them.
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Chapter One
The sound of heavy breaths fill the room as my swollen eyes open. Bright lights cause me to flinch and gasp, pulling air harshly into my lungs. The air stings and forces me to cough as I try to look around the room.
Feeling too groggy to make out much of anything, I try to rub my eye. To my horror I realize that my hands are chained on either sides of my head to the wall. As I try to adjust my position, cold metal hangs heavy around my ankles.
My head lulls back as I lean against the wall and catch my breath.
What in the absolute fuck is happening right now?
Trying once again to open my eyes, I squint to avoid the painful lights, making out gray cement walls and a glass wall. Something is beyond the glass ahead of me but I can't make out what it is.
In my foggy haze, I try my hardest to make out the shapes around me in this room. It takes me far too long to realize that the yellow veil in front of my eyes is in fact my dyed blonde hair. Pupils finally beginning to focus, I can see the toilet in the far corner and the small holes in the floor and in the wall. I can eventually see that I don't own the clothes I'm wearing, a green V-neck shirt and gray scrub pants, no shoes.
Wires come from beneath my shirt to connect through tiny holes in the cement wall behind me, along with one that I assume is connected to me beneath this thick bandage on my forearm.
The sound of even breathing still fills my room. The sound is coming over some sort of speaker not too far from my head. It's almost calming and makes me want to go back to sleep. My body feels so weak and heavy, my strength now feeling like a distant memory.
The soft, even inhales and exhales beside my ears almost lull me back to sleep but, the sudden hitch in the mysterious breathing leaves me unnerved.
Silence.
Lifting my head to find the disturbance, my eyes strain to focus.
A low hum sounds through the air- "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
A sobering screech erupts from the speaker and causes my ears to ring as my eyes whip open. Seeing a pink and black blob across from me behind the glass hits me like a train.
There is someone else here.
The blob slumps and I strain my eyes to see it. Black hair. Thin frame. Pink shirt. Black pants. No shoes. Chains.
My eyes finally settle and zero in as the breathing becomes raggedy over the speaker.
It's a fucking flea.
"Now that I have you both awake and alert, welcome to my house of horrors!" A low chuckle comes over the speaker and I stare at that fucking parasite to make sure that he isn't the one speaking. His mouth is hung open struggling to breathe. It's in this moment that I recognize the sound of the breathing coming over the speaker by my ears. Izaya's rapidly rising and falling chest matches perfectly.
The voice comes back over the main speaker drowning Izaya's breathing out,"I have placed each of you into a specialized room separate from each other. I can't have my subject killing each other, you see." The man's menacing laugh fills the room as if what he had just said was some kind of inside joke. Honestly, I didn't get it. "Inside this room you will have certain rules and you might want to listen carefully since they could carry deadly consequences."
Izaya's head finally looks up at me and I glare at him knowing that somehow he is involved.
"Number 1: During the day, the chains will be loosened so that you can walk around.
Number 2: During the night time your wrist shackles will be limited.
Number 3: As you can see, you both have been hooked up to a number of medical instruments. If you so much as touch the large bandage covering your IV, I will give you a painful electric shock. Orihara already knows what it feels like, it's not fun. On top of that, you will also receive a dose of a sedative to stop you from trying again. If for some reason you succeed in removing it, I will deliver a lethal shock to your shackles or leave you to rot and die alone inside this room. Remember, that IV is keeping you alive. It is your food and water, among other things..." The man's low chuckle sends a shiver down my spine.
"Number 4: You can speak as much as you want, about anything you want, anytime you want, EXCEPT when I am speaking. Your rooms are connected by an intercom system that is always on. Every sound you make can be heard by the other.
Number 5: I will warn you 1 minute in advance if I plan to tighten your chains. It can happen at any time and I suggest you get into the position you're in now because I will tighten the chains whether you prepare or not and it can result in broken bones that will be left untreated.
Number 6: Over the course of your stay, you will be presented with options. Your options will not always be for yourself, choose wisely. Heiwajima's room is outfitted with a number of buttons. Some will come and go and you will be informed of their uses as time goes on." He pauses. "Okay! Those are the rules but don't get too comfortable with them, I can change them at any ti-"
"WAIIIITTT!" I could hear the flea scream loudly next to my ear as I watched him scream at the top of his lungs.
"Do not interrupt me, Orihara." The man's impatience is clear in his tone, he isn't fucking around. "I said I can change the rules at any time. You're lucky this is our first time communicating, if this had been any other announcement I would have given you quite a shock. Hehe. Now, what is it?"
After catching his breath, Izaya began to speak. "Will we ever get out? Why are you holding us? Wha-"
"Uh-uh, Orihara," the man sang. "I'll answer one question only. You're far too curious but you're not in control here. I'd be careful to remember that if I were you. I will answer your first question. The answer is simply, that depends on your choices and cooperation. Have a good day."
My head was too hazy to try to talk back to the man, too groggy to ask questions, but if I had the strength I'm sure I would have done the same thing that the stupid flea did. Knowing my normal self, I might have even threatened him. Right now it's hard enough just to think for myself.
I sigh as my body weighs me down.
Of all people...
I can tell that he feels the same by the daggers he's glaring into my soul.
"Don't look at me like that, you probably put us here," I yell, causing him to flinch and turn his head away from his speaker.
"You don't have to yell, geez. Can't you even think for yourself? Why would I be locked up as well?" He replies in his logically condescending tone.
"Forrrr all I know, you'reee not reeeeally chainnned up."My eyes flicker as my voice slurs. Waves of cold sweats wrack my body as my sleepy eyes threaten to close.
"Oh yeah, and I'd shock the shit out of myself just to prove it to you, too. Huh? Is that what you really think?"
Just shut up.
"I donnnn't fuckinnnng trust you. Period. Youuu could have fffaked it. Scare taaactic."
"Oh my Shizu-chan, you almost sounded smart for a second. That is, if you weren't slurring like a drunken bastard." I hear him shuffle around as he pauses. "You know they're sedating you, right?"
"Thannnk you, Paaarrraaasssite Obviiiousssss."
"Pffftt, hahaha... Parasite Obvious? It's supposed to be Captain Obvious, genius. Did those drugs go to your brain?" He scoffs and for once I smile at him as much as my facial muscles will allow.
"Realllly Izaya? You'rrrrre no captain. You'rrrre the gummm I scrrrape offff the bottommm of my shoeee."
"Oh no, Shizu-chan, why do you have cum on the bottom of your shoes?"
The fact that Izaya stooped to a childhood level just to get at me only fueled my suspicions of the man. That isn't something he would do. I want so badly to rip that damn bandage off and get that needle out of my arm so I can beat the shit out of him. Truth be told, I don't even know if I have the strength to do something as easy as removing the needle. Keeping my eyes open was proving to be too difficult so I allow them to close.
"You're not going to feel any better until you get that IV out of your arm."
He's trying to manipulate me.
"You could get us out of here, Shizuo."
He didn't call me Shizu-chan. Trying to show me that you're serious? I'm not falling for it.
His deceptions unnerve me enough to sober up for the moment. I can't let him get in my head.
"I wouldn't free you even if I could get out."
The informant gasps in mock distress but it catches in his throat and he coughs loudly.
"Don't even pretend you're hurt, flea." I answer before he can give me the famous line about how he's supposedly emotionally bothered.
Once the other man caught his breath, he sighs. "Shizuo, we need to work together to get out of here."
I can't help but allow a loud laugh to escape, "Yeah, okay. Whatever you say, Kidnapper-san."
"How hard is it for you to grasp the situation!?" He yells.
I pause. I've never heard Izaya yell before.
"Fine," I say as I reach over for the bandage noticing that I can move my arms a little more freely than before. Before my hand can even touch it, several waves of electricity jolt through my body.
"AHHHHH!" Even though I expected the electrical shock, nothing could have actually prepared me for it. It's like drowning and being crushed at the same time.
As I catch my breath I can hear Izaya mumble. "Well, now you know they aren't bullshitting."
"Are you fucking kidding me?" I ask with my new found rage, my heart beating rapidly in my chest.
"That's my Shizu-chan."
"GRRRR!" I growl as I pull against my chains, trying to break them.
I tug and pull as Izaya spills his sarcastic remarks below his breath. I try to escape, to break free but every time I try, another wave of electrical pulses flow through me. I've never felt so helpless before. I understood what Izaya was trying to do, anger me, wake me up, help me get my strength back. Unfortunately for both of us, it didn't help. Instead, I feel even more tired than I did before.
My eyes droop and I close them once more.
I can hear Izaya's screams, they come in and out. I can hear his pleas for help but I can't even open my eyes. Even if I could, just opening my eyes would be too much help for that fucking shit-stain of a human life.
Izaya's screams are a lullaby that carries me to a peaceful sleep.
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