Title: - Breaking point
Rating: - M (Seriously read the warnings)
Main pairings: - Izaya x Shizuo, Kanra x Shizuka, Oc x Shizuo
Disclaimer: - I don't own Durarara
Warnings: Yaoi, yuri, non-con, broken Shizuo, broken/insane Shizuka, oc death, blood, gore, insanity, hallucinations, forced prostitution, branding, blood play, bondage and other kinks.
Inspired by: White collar
Summary: - AU Izaya and Kanra are master thieves, able to steal anything. Once mistake could cost them everything, they ever cared about. Izaya x Shizuo, Kanra x Shizuka, Oc x Shizuo. Dark fic.
A/N:- I admit that I like the melodramatic, the overly happy endings, so when I write, I try not to go over certain lines, I prefer it if all the characters end up happy. This time I felt like writing something really dark, so this won't be a happy story. Read the warnings, if its not for you then please skip this one. Oh, first time writing yuri, so please bear with me. Enjoy.
Part one – Meetings and growing relationships
Chapter one
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Crimson slowly filled the room, covering the feet that waded through the pool. The walls were pure white, though the sin of what had been done shone through, running down the walls, tainting the canvas. A line of paint tins followed along the skirting board, everyday new ones had been brought. That had changed, they were now brilliant red. All hope had been lost.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
It was irritating, the never ceasing sound. It stopped social lives, love lives, even the will to live. There was only one wish. For everything to end. What was once white or blond was now tainted in red or black. Every step was tired, but never hesitant. After everything, this was for the best. The only way out.
Drip Drip. Drip.
It was painful, wading through the crimson, seeing faces and limbs that was a direct sin and others that weren't recognized, but a sin all the same. The room was filling and soon there would be drowning or suffocation. But already that was too late.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Thud.
The can dragged down each step, blended in with the rest of the house, a bright red that would mercilessly destroy everything. The liquid that poured from the lid was nothing like blood, it was clear and pure, something that would cleanse both the house and them, finally destroying the nightmares.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
It bounced as it made it's way down the stairs, spilling the liquid everywhere. Over the walls, over the floor. Not a single place was left alone. Laughter filled the room, raising in length and pitch even as tears flowed freely. The liquid spilled across the last place in the room, where a man sat. Next to him was a music box, playing a sweet tune over and over, that once had been a comfort, now became haunting. Next to that was a broken phone, smashed into pieces. Then there was another phone, this one was in one piece a name flashing across the screen, desperately trying to get through. Too late.
The man didn't acknowledge her presence. Then again he hadn't for a long time. Her precious brother had lost his mind in a different way to her insanity, though maybe that was for the best. After everything he had been through, maybe this was a blessing. Taking a step closer and marvelling that the crimson didn't feel wet, she held her hand out. There was no response, as expected.
Crouching down, long fingers covered in plasters ran though soft dyed blond hair, nails chewed and bitten, thin lines of blood ran down the sides, where the skin had been torn. "I'm sorry." It didn't matter, everything was too late for him and for her. Tossing the can to the side, she watched with sleep deprived eyes as it skidded across the floor, becoming submerged under the crimson.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
The level had risen, coming up to slim knees, which hit the floor, finally giving in. Reaching into the pocket of pure black jeans, another broken laugh echoed through the room. A small box lay in the centre of a bandaged palm, tiny sticks of death lay inside, harmless for the moment. Her fingers shook as she removed one, marvelling at such a small thing.
Drip. Drip.
Struggling to hold onto the match, the box was turned, the small stick striking the side. A small light burst into life. "I'm sorry. Kanra." Letting the match fall, it fell through the crimson of sin, landing on the clear liquid, where the flame flared, the gas breathing strength into the spark. Even then there was laughter, broken and filled with choked sobs.
Drip.
That small spark grew into a wall of gold and orange, quickly shooting along the trail of gasoline. Wide eyes watched as it spread across the floor, speeding up the stairs, consuming the upstairs floor. Smoke covered the ceiling, making it difficult to see anything. The heat made her choke and gag, strong but fragile arms embraced the broken man to her chest. "Goodbye, Shizuo."
"This is the police! You have one minute to give yourselves up." Twin crimson met each other's gaze. They didn't have time for this. Time was running out fast. "We need to get out of here." Looking down at the phone, the name continued flashing across the screen, before going to voice mail. Ending the call, the phone was pocketed. "Izaya!"
Her twin finally moved, throwing away the broken phone, the screen cracked in rage, a small blade sticking out of it. Leaving the door alone, they headed for the fire escape. Panic rushed through her as she took the stair cases one at a time, vaulting over each one. Police cars surrounded the building complex and she knew that their chances of escape would be slim.
"There they are!" Reaching the bottom, she was quickly surrounded by a group of men in police uniforms. "Stay where you are." Glancing to the side, she could see her brother was in the same state, hands raised in the air. Her hands were roughly pulled down and handcuffed behind her back, as she was slammed against the side of a police car. "Kanra Orihara. You are under arrest for the robbery of-"
"Stop him!" Kicking out, she easily broke free of the confining metal. The older raven grabbed her hand, pulling her into a run. "Hurry up!" Behind them, she could hear the shouts as the men in uniform climbed back in their cars, or began chasing after them on foot. Of course they kept ahead, feet pounding the asphalt, their destination clear in their mind.
It didn't take them long, both of them working their muscles to the point of exhaustion. Izaya grit his teeth, turning the corner, the phone message clear in his head. Izaya Orihara...This was on him. He had done this, sending the first domino down, slamming into the ones still standing like a train wreck. His decisions, his choices and arrogance had led to this.
Reaching the bottom of the road, their destination came into view. An old house that belonged to their lovers. Behind them sirens screamed, drawing everyone's attention. Next to him, his sister ran with equal speed, the years experience of their chosen job helping them with the burst they needed.
At first everything looked okay, although the tone of the messages had rang like an alarm that something wasn't right. "SHIZUKA!" Kanra. I'm sorry. I love you. It was his sister that alerted him that something was wrong, yanking him back. Izaya Orihara... I wish I never met you. Both of them hit the ground, as the windows exploded outwards, the house catching alight. Dread flooded through him. "SHIZU-CHAN!"
This is where it ends...
And this is where it began...
The sky was clear, a beautiful blue that begged to be painted, the clouds were fluffy and white, moving slowly, almost lazily. Long fingers twitched resisting the urge to draw it, she couldn't be late again. Moving across the campus, she kept to the edge, where the tall trees stood, crisp green leaves swaying in the slight breeze. It was a good day.
Footsteps stalled, slowing to a stop. Underneath one of the trees, there was a raven haired girl, resting against the bark, fast asleep. She was really pretty, her face was soft and relaxed, void of any emotion as she slept. Her hair was long, falling past her shoulders. Her clothes looked normal, she wore a short black skirt, along with a black lace top, a parker sat on her shoulders, white trim around the edges. Next to her was an average sized shoulder bag, the beginning of a sketch book peeking out of the top.
Before she could walk away, her knees hit the green grass, sketchbook open on her jean clad lap, pencil already moving across the page. This was one scene she couldn't resist, everything felt almost perfect. Coffee eyes remained on the girl in front, catching every strand of hair, every detail, down to the tree she was resting on.
She wasn't sure how long she remained there, class was hopeless, she had most likely missed it. Finishing the shading on the girl's hair, the pencil returned to her pocket, the page carefully being ripped from the sketchbook. She wasn't one to draw a subject without their permission, but this time it couldn't be helped, rolling up the drawing, she slotted it into the girl's bag, before turning away, hurrying to a class she knew would be over.
Under a tree, a raven haired girl blinked awake, rubbing at her eyes, arms stretched above her head. She had fallen asleep again. Not that she had anything to learn, still it made a good cover for her true career choice. Covering a yawn, she pulled herself up, reaching down to pick up her bag. The girl's hand froze seeing a piece of rolled paper sticking out.
At first she thought it was yet another declaration of love from one of the many love sick guys at the university. Her mouth dropped open as she carefully unravelled it. It was a perfect picture. Every line, every bit of shading. Someone had watched her sleep and left a souvenir. Usually she would be furious and hunt the culprit down, if only to kick them in the balls.
This time she felt her heart beat quicken and knew that whoever drew this, she would fall in love with. Clasping onto the drawing in one hand, she picked up her bag with the other, hurrying out of the gates. This would be her first priority.
Throwing open the door, she saw that an identical raven was sitting on the sofa, a book in his hand. "Kanra, you're back early. We have a job." Shaking her head, she thrust the drawing into the boy's hand. "No. I'm not doing anything, until you help me out. I want you to break into the university with me and find out who drew that. Until then, I refuse to any forgeries."
Name:- Kanra Orihara
Gender:- Female
Age:- 21
Career:- University student currently studying art. Thief and forger
Relationships:- None worth mentioning
Siblings:- Older twin brother Izaya Orihara
"Are you serious? Its not like you to develop a crush." His sister crossed her arms, showing him just how stubborn she could. "Fine. We'll do it tonight. After that I want you to forge the painting we saw in the museum." The drawing was snatched out of his hand. "You know nothing about art, at least know what the painting is called!"
Shaking his head, he rested his book to one side. "Art is your obsession not mine." Kanra scoffed. "Because yours is finding out what makes your precious little humans tick." He couldn't argue with her. Hopping off the sofa, he made his way to the large window, looking down from the top floor. "What's wrong with that? I'm above all of them." Dropping down in his study chair, he span around.
"What do they say about delusion in that book of yours?" His little sister was grinning. "I doubt you'd understand it." They were twins, but so different. Still they made the best combination when it came to their career path. "What time does the university close?" Since he was a student there too, he already knew the answer.
Name:- Izaya Orihara
Gender:- Male
Age:- 21
Career:- University student currently study psychology. Thief and hacker
Relationships:- None worth mentioning
Siblings:- Younger twin sister Kanra Orihara
That night, the twins dressed in their usual thief attire, a black top and pants that clung to them skin tight, meaning it couldn't be caught on anything. Moving through the dark, the university gates came into view. Izaya already knew this was going to be easy. Vaulting over the wall, he waited crouched on the ground, until Kanra joined him.
"Its safe to assume, your mystery crush studies art." Nodding her head, Kanra made her way across campus, heading for the art department. The corridors were clear and dark. Through experience she made her way to the main art studio, where everyone's sketch books were kept. Crouching down, she pulled them out one by one, trying to match the drawing style.
Since Izaya knew little about art, he stayed at the door on guard in case a janitor or someone else came. His eyes narrowed as foot steps clacked towards them. "Kanra, someone's coming." The window was locked. A giggle filtered through the darkness, both of them panicking. Taking his sister's hand, he slipped underneath the desk, glad that it had a closed back, a ruler width slit ran along the top, letting them see into the room.
"Someone left the lights on?" There was a scrape as one of the chairs was pulled back. "Does it matter?" Through the gap, he could see what he guessed was another student and one of the teachers. Shaking his head he turned away. The girl was wearing a short black mini skirt, a tight shirt, that showed how big her chest was, long blond hair flowing past her shoulders. Her high heels ran up to her knees. "Hm? I guess not."
"Then be quiet." Izaya narrowed his eyes staring at the girl, she looked like an easy girl full of confidence, anyone else would be fooled. However he wasn't anyone else, he could see through the pretend mask. "Yes Sensei." He knew the teacher, Takashi Nasujima, he was known around the university for exploiting the female students. No one had any proof, so he was left alone.
The girl's eyes were wide, fingers shaking slightly. This was another one of the teacher's victims. "You don't do this with anyone else do you?" Silently sighing at the blonde's stupidity, he glanced over at his twin, she was watching the scene gritting her teeth. "Not now, you're the only one." It looked like the teacher was stupid as well.
"But before? You like big busted girls. I'm not the only one." The blonde cried out as her hair was grabbed. "I've fucked plenty of female students before, each one begging me to stop. So keep your mouth shut." Izaya blinked, suspicious of what he was seeing. He had thought the girl was stupid, but maybe she was up to something.
"Ow! Let go of my hair." The teacher was forcing her against the desk, hand vanishing up her skirt. "Stop! I don't want this." His fingers clenched around his sister's wrist stopping her from doing anything. He winced as the teacher slapped her across the face. "Neither did the other's, but they were just playing hard to get. You won't be the last. So be a good girl and open your legs."
Laughter filled the room, but it wasn't coming from the teacher, it was coming from the blonde. Izaya watched amazed as she sent him flying, hopping off of the desk. "Disgusting." The girl stepped forward, picking the man up by the throat. "Filthy creep, I should beat the crap out of you." The shakiness and fear he sensed was gone, the girl seeming almost inhuman. "I have everything I need." The window shattered as the teacher was thrown through it.
The blonde sighed, pulling at the skirt. She had always hated tight clothing. Pulling her shirt up, she took out the recording device. Her fingers shook, even though she could've overpowered him at any time. Walking to the desk, she took out one of the pencils, heading for the pile of sketchbooks, taking out her own.
She sat at the desk, tapping her foot as she drew a scene that had been one of her happy memories. It was a big wheel at an amusement park, her ex boyfriend had taken her to. She remembered every details of that night and had recorded on paper more than a few times. The blonde didn't panic as she heard footsteps. He was expected. "Shizuka."
Turning to the raven haired boy, she forced a smile, tossing him the recording device. "I think I got enough. I couldn't resist punching him in the face any longer." The boy sighed. "You didn't have to do it." Letting out a sigh, she let the pencil drop. "No. But you knew I was the only one stupid enough to do it. Is she worth it? The girl you're trying to protect?"
Name:- Shizuka Heiwajima
Age:- 21
Gender:- Female
Career:- University student currently studying art
Relationships:- Ex boyfriend Mikado Ryugamine
Siblings:- Older twin brother Shizuo Heiwajima
"Yeah. She is. Here, I brought you a change of clothes." Shizuka grinned taking them off of him. "Thanks. I feel like a slut." Forcing the boy to turn around, she quickly ripped the tight shirt off, putting on a looser one, the cuffs falling over her hands, next was her jeans, that fit snuggly against her hips. The boots she didn't mind. "Much better."
"You're drawing again?" Picking up the pencil she placed it in one of the pockets. "Yeah, the ferris wheel. We went there once remember?" The raven sighed. "Yeah. You know I still-" Reaching over she placed a hand over his mouth. "Mikado, don't. We've moved on. You want an extraordinary life, while I want to be normal. It would never work."
"You're going against your nature, Shizuka. It can't be good keeping everything locked up." The blonde shrugged, playing with her hair. "Perhaps, but I can try. Does this new girl know you're not just a university student?" The boy was silent for a few seconds. "She knows that I'm training to be an informant." Shizuka sighed, leaning back against the desk. "But she doesn't know that you run a gang or that you're the chairman of this university?"
Name:- Mikado Ryugamine
Gender:- Male
Age:- 23
Career:- University student currently studying I.T. Informant in training. Leader of a gang. Chairman of the university.
Relationships:- Ex girlfriend Shizuka Heiwajima. Current girlfriend Anri Sonohara
Siblings:- None
"No she doesn't. I'll tell her at some point. Sonohara-san was going to be his next target." Shizuka returned her sketchbook leaving the drawing where it was. "We can still be friends?" Nodding her head, she forced a smile. "Yeah. That's fine." Mikado smiled. "If you ever need anything, I'm here. Keep my number. If you ever need any help, it's free to you."
"Trying to bribe me? Informant-kun." She could never hate Mikado, no matter how reckless he got. The raven was aiming to be at the top of everything, evolving at a scary rate. "You know, your brother should be finishing up work about now." Shit. Shizuka felt herself pale. "I've sent a few gangs to keep him busy. Will it give you much time?"
"Maybe five minutes. If he's feeling tired today. See you around Mikado." She was out of the room in a flash, running across campus. Stupid teacher, he had made her late. Vaulting over the wall, she headed to where she knew Shizuo currently worked.
Izaya and Kanra stared at each other in shock. They had learnt quite a few new things. When the light flicked off, the door closing, they knew it was safe to come out. "That guy runs the school? Making a girl do that, he's a jerk." Izaya sighed, switching on the light again. "It might come in handy. Hurry and find who dr- what?"
Kanra was staring at the desk the girl had been sitting at, her eyes glued to the drawing. "That girl. Her name was Shizuka right?" He watched as she rushed over, looking for the girl's sketchbook. "It's her." The female raven opened the book, turning the pages slowly. "Hm. She's quite skilled." She stood up, holding out the book. "Skilled? She's on my level. This girl is amazing." Izaya shook his head with a sigh. "My sister is a lesbian."
"Shut up. Damn that teacher, touching her like that. We should make sure she's okay." Folding the drawing into her pocket, she grabbed her brother's arm pulling him from the room. "This way!" They weren't far behind, she could still see Shizuka in the distance. "I'm sure she's fine." Izaya was bored. The girl had shown some impressive strength, but nothing worth his interest. "Come on."
They followed the girl, keeping a fair distance away from her. She was fast, it looked like she was used to running. Kanra blinked seeing a large object shoot out of an alleyway, crashing into the wall. It was followed by multiple objects, each one hitting the ground. Looking down, she could see in the small light that it was a person. Who throws people?
As they got closer, the lighting got brighter, the whole area illuminated in neon. It was noisy, what looked like multiple gangs rushing for a lone figure in the centre of the crowd. "That girl!" She was heading straight for him. Izaya held her back. "Wait." His crimson eyes were wide, watching in amazement.
Shizuka sighed seeing all the unconscious bodies piled around her. Seeing her brother in the centre, she waved her arms. "Shizuo!" The blond stopped, dropping the sign post. "Shizuka. Why are you here?" Without another word, she ran into his arms, feeling much better. "Thought I'd come and see you. You're destroying things again."
The other blond shrugged, taking out his cigarettes. "They came after me. You know I hate violence. Lets go home." Making her way around the damage, Shizuka slipped her hand into her brother's, smiling up at him. He was currently working as a bartender, wearing black pants, a white shirt, vest and a bow tie. "Will you get in trouble?"
Tilting his head back, he blew out a ring of smoke. "It doesn't matter. I've already been fired. Some dumb ass didn't know when to quit. How was uni?" Shrugging her shoulders, she gave him a small hug, the older twin rustling her hair. "Same as usual. I've learnt all I need to. I just like drawing and painting. You'll find a new job Shizuo."
Name:- Shizuo Heiwajima
Gender:- Male
Age:- 21
Career:- Currently switching jobs due to anger issues
Relationships:- None
Siblings:- Younger twin sister Shizuka Heiwajima
Izaya placed a hand over his chest, his eyes gleaming. "Okay, I know she's okay. We can go now. Izaya?" Ignoring his sister, he continued staring at the retreating pair and then at the damage left. His precious humans lay scattered across different areas or the ground, along with sign posts that had been ripped from the ground.
Moving stealthily he headed for the closest one, examining it carefully. It had indeed been ripped through solid concrete. "Incredible." Not only that, the blond had picked up and thrown a vending machine. He could hear his blood pumping faster, excitement filling him, like a giddy child with a new toy. Taking a picture on his phone, he observed the scene. Kanra sighed, knowing that look. "You look like a love sick child. My brother is gay"
Izaya shrugged, not caring at what she called him. He could never love any one of his precious humans more than the other, but that blond. He had been more than human, he was a monster, with animalistic instincts. More than that he couldn't read him. He wanted him. More than that he needed to have him. Making his decision there and then he turned to his younger twin. "Hey Kanra. I'll help you get Shizuka. But her brother is mine."