Chapter 1
Izuo: Izaya X Shizuo
Warning(for this chapter): Mentions of rape and mentions of sacrifice.
Rating(this chapter): T
Summary: In the early 1900s, in the small village of Kamikitayama in the Nara prefecture a great tradgery occured. More than 600 lives were lost. And with it, the truth of what happen to Heiwajima Shizuo. But fate is a funny thing and the truth will prevail. In 1998 a class field trip turns deadly as a curse is unleashed and Orihara Izaya may be the key to the curse.
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara! If I did, Izaya and Shizuo would be fucking like rabbits.
Late May, 1900
Anyone who wandered into the small village, Kamikitayama in the Nara prefecture would think that the small town was beautiful. Surronded by mountains and rolling mist, the village was quite and there were less than 700 people that lived there. Much of the population was of the older generation, and held tightly on their traditions. The small village had no technology was used in the village; radios were the way of communication from the outside world, or newspaper, and most clothes were traditional clothes not western style. No crimes were ever committed, at least none that anyone heard of. Probably the worst crime was a baby accidentally taking something from a store, not that it wasn't always returned. Again, the town was small and peaceful.
However, everyone knows that small towns always have the dirtiest secrets. And Kamikitayama was no different.
Heiwajima Shizuo, a 14 year old high school student, wanted to know what all the adults were talking about. In a small town, even the kids wanted to know the gossip, anything to get away from the Borden that plagued their loves. The brunet quietly snuck through the town, following his parents who were going to the monthly town meeting. The one no kid was allowed to go to, that included teenagers. Shizuo hated not being allowed to go to those things, he was adult enough! He was strong, stronger than anyone in the world. At least that's what his parents told him when his strength first appeared. They said that so he understood he had to be careful around others, especially his younger brother, Kasuka. The thought of his brother brought a smile that turned to a frown. He was suppose to watched the young boy, though technically he was a teenager too. Kind of. Ok, so he was only 11. But still, Kasuka could look after himself for a night. Shizuo's younger brother had already eaten and washed up, so the older Heiwajima brother knew he shouldn't worry about his brother.
Shizuo snapped out of his thoughts when he saw his parents go into the elementary school cafe, quickly crawling on top of some crates to look in to the cafeteria. The room had about 90 chairs, all lined in neat little rows. The stage had a microphone on it, something that was rare to see in the town, and the mayor looked to be help setting the meeting up. His hakama swishing around him as he set up some more chairs and greeted people. Shizuo tuned the next half an hour out, it was just mindless adult talk and town business. However his attention snapped like a rubber band back to the room when he heard the mayor say something that confused him.
"The sacrafice has been chosen along with the performer of the act." The Mayor stated creating a sort of hush. The towns people were waiting in anticipation, one could have heard a feather drop with the silence.
"We all understand that the sacrifice will be offered to the gods via sex, right?" The town nodded, Shizuo couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"The sacrifice will be Heiwajima Kasuka," Shizuo's blood ran cold at those words, he could hear his mother and father's gasp of surprise.
"The performer will be Heiwajima Shizuo." Again, the brunet's blood ran cold and his mother seem to collapse onto his father. The town adults were looking at His parents in a mixture of relief and sympathy.
"The town and Gods thank you for your donation." The rest of the room repeated it.
'Mom! Dad! Say no! Say no! Don't accept it!' Shizuo screamed in his mind, watching his parents in anticipation. They had to decline it, they just had to. His parents wouldn't allow his brother to be raped and him the participant. They wouldn't. They loved their children.
"Thank you. We accept to give the donation." Shizuo's world crumbled as he hears those words. He couldn't believe what his parents had just done, and they looked perfectly fine. Even his mother who had just moments ago collapsed seemed fine, she was even smiling softly with his father. Shizuo fell off the crates, scraping his hands and dirtying his Hakama. The teen could hardly care, too shocked over what he had heard. His parents were going to sacrifice him and his brother! His town was going to do it! They were going to be killed! Kasuka was going to be raped!
Not even thinking twice the brunet scramble up, running as fast as his legs could carry him. For once in his life, Shizuo was happy he lived in a small town and it took him less than and 10 minutes to get home. Kasuka looked startled when the door slammed open, the wooden frame cracking under the force of Shizuo's strength.
"Nii-San?" Kasuka questioned hesitantly, Shizuo could tell he looked worried. The younger sibling placed his book down, making his way to his brother. He was clad in his sleeping yukata and some house slippers.
"Kasuka. I need you to pack a bag, pack it with anything you'll need for a long time." Shizuo was already going into the pantry to empty it into a small bag that was by the door. Kasuka was even more worried now.
"Nii-San, what's going on?" The youngest Heiwajima asked, watching his brother empty more food into the bag. He wasn't going to listen until his brother gave him some type of answer. The older brunet stopped in his work, turning to see his young brother looking scared and confused.
"Kasuka, mom and dad, this whole town, is not what it seems. They're going to..." Shizuo couldn't tell him the truth. "They're going to hurt both of us badly. We have to get out of here."
Kasuka looked at his brother for a long time, Shizuo looking back. The younger brother nodded, he could see that his brother was telling the truth, his eyes always showed the truth.
"Ok, Nii-San." Kasuka left, going to pack.
Shizuo breathed a sigh of relief, turning back to place the last can of food in the bag. After, he went up to his room where he quickly packed. Hakamas, yukata, a old rubix cube he had been given, and some other clothes and things he thought he might need. He met up with his brother in the hall way, both wearing coats, and he quickly led his brother down and out of the house.
The woods suronding the back of the house were eerily quite, mist rolling out of the darkness and covering the path in a white blanket. Both brothers could feel a chill and Shizuo wrapped his coat around himself tighter. Taking his brothers hand, the older Heiwajima led him down the path and into a small pathway in the forest.
Shizuo didn't know what made him take all the twist and turns but something led him and his brother to a small dock. The little bay area had maybe three boats and luckily one was a motor boat. The older heiwajima brother threw his bags over the blue boats edge, doing the exact same thing with his brother before helping Kasuka into the boat. Both brothers snapped their heads up as they heard the soft call of their names along with seeing the approaching light of some fires.
Shizuo quickly tried to get the thick knot, about the size of a grapefruit, undone. This knot was the only thing between his brother and his escape. Shizuo tried as hard as he could but it wouldn't come undone and he could hear the voices getting stronger.
"Nii-San...here." Kasuka handed him a large knife, which Shizuo gave his brother a brewiled expression only to get a shrug in response. Shizuo shook his questions off for now, it wasn't the time, and went to work on cutting the rope.
"Kasuka! Shizuo!" Both brothers stiffened and turn to see their mother looking at them worriedly. What a fake.
"What are you boys doing out of bed so late. Shizuo! Put that knife down, its dangerous. " Their father scolded. However Shizuo didn't listen, going back to cutting the rope in desperation.
"Shizuo! Stop that this instant!" Again, the brunet ignored her. He could hear them getting closer but he had just managed to get the knot small enough to break with his strength. He heard his parents gasp and the pounding of wood meant they were running to get him and his brother. Shizuo jumped in the boat, pulling the lever as the motor sprang to life. However his parents pulled him off of the starting boat, he felt something stabbed into his arm( it hurt like a thousand stings) and felt his strength failing. Shizuo, however, would not go down without making sure his brother escaped. The older brother quickly jammed the lever and the boat shot forward just as he was pulled out of the boat.
"NII-SAN!" Shizuo's vision was tunneling, his hearing turning muffled , and his muscles relaxing. However he managed a dim smile as he saw the escaping boat with his brother on it. Kasuka was safe. Kasuka was protected. All would be ok.
July 1900
-BREAKING NEWS! BREAKING NEWS!-
On Saturday evening, May 30th, a young boy was found off the Yokohama bay. He was severely dehydrated but seemed physically fine. Mentally, the boy has amnesia- memory loss- and only seems to remember his name and age. Where he came from and what has happen is still being investigaed. We shall keep you updated with the latest news on the boy and the on going investigation.
-Tanaka Akihiko
Feburary 1903
A woman's hand threw down the papers. Great. Kasuka had been found. She wished that child had died in her womb! She didnt think he would cause this much trouble. The only bright side was the brat had amnesia and wouldn't be telling anyone what happened. The newspaper was dated rather far back but since no cops came to the small village she had to guess he still had amnesia.
A smile twisted her lips, she had a great plan. It had already been three years since her darling son had become their sacrifice, yet he had not given up hope. She had to give her son the credit of hanging in there. He hadn't once cried, not even when his virginity had been taken nor when he legs were broken. However the one thing that would surely break him was his brothers 'death'.
Heiwajima Sasaki made her way to Shizuo's room which was under the shrine. Her small nose wrinkled as she smelled the feces and rodents. Kami, it was disgusting. The room was actually a 6 by 8 feet cell, with reinforced metal bars and a small cot in the corner. Not that Shizuo could have gotten out of the cell now that drugs were always pumping through his body.
"Hello son." Sasaki stated in a sickenly sweet voice, her lips curling into a sneer as she entered the cell. Dull Brown eyes with a light spark spat at her but didn't speak, they had beaten that out of him within a year. His emancipated form couldn't handle holding his head up for too long and it fell back.
"Do you still remember your baby brother, Kasuka?" That got his attention and he snapped his head up, his brown eyes looking at her with a sharper spark.
"Oh yes we got a newspaper from about three years ago. Lets see..
On Saturday evening, May 30th, a young boy was found off the Yokohama bay. He was severely dehydrated and starving. The 11 year only had a bag with His first name; Kasuka. Authorities are still investigating.
-Tanaka Akihiko"
Sasaki smiled at her son's pained expression, what a wonderful look. She was sure her God would be very happy with his misery.
"Shizuo...do you see what you had done? If you only let Kasuka be the sacrifice instead if whisking him away, you would not have gone through this and he would not be dead. You killed him. You killed your little baby brother." Sasaki laughed and left the cell, her Brown hair sweeping behind her.
For a few moments the only sound was Shizuo's raggered breathing as he tried to calm down. He wasn't going to cry, he hadn't cried when he was raped, he hadn't cried when his legs were broken, he didn't even cry when he was degraded and forced to eat his own shit. And he couldn't cry now and he didn't feel the need to. Instead he felt this burning hate coiling in his stomach. It was just waiting to spring and wrap his vicious jaws around those...fucker's neck.
"...Mizuko...Mizuko...come..." Shizuo's voice whispered into the shadows, his gaunt face seemed sharper in the the illuminated light. Nothing happened at first but soon the torchwood fire flickered. One would think it was just the soft wind, which rarely came underground, but a gleam of scales proved that theory wrong.
"Hello...Shizuo...have you decided?" A slight hiss of a feminine voice surrounded the underground, bouncing off the walls.
"I want revenge...give me revenge. They killed Kasuka. I'll kill them!" The brunet fought weakly against the chains, breathing hard at the effort.
"So you agree?" The owner of the voice had not yet revealed herself, instead sticking to the shadows.
"Yes! Just give me power! Let me burn this place down!" Shizuo screamed, using all of his strength. He would burn this place, burn it till the ground. No one live. No one. He would kill all blood relations. Bathe in their blood, their screams or agony would be music to his ears.
A hissing laugh filled the cave, full of malicious intent, the snake woman revealing herself. She was over 30 feet long and stood at 10, with shining green scales and dark blue eyes. He silky black hair was the only normal thing about her; considering her lower half was a snakes and the upper part a woman.
"Don't worry, you'll burn this place down. Down to the very cursed ground. And those bloodlines will follow that fate."
October 1903
Mass Death: A Tradgery In a Small Village.
In February a mass fire had broken out in the village Kamikitayama in the Nara prefecture. The cause is still unknown but casualties are up to 600 and still counting. So far we have only one survivor, who's name has not been released. We were able to get a statement from him some of it had to be edited out.
"It was a demon! He came at the village on a large snake, his hair a shining Sun and eyes of burning amber fury. The elders were the first to go...he ripped them apart-" We must edit this part put as it is too graphic.
"He spared no one. Not even women and children. He's a monster..."
Wether this is a hallucination from the trauma or actual truth is unknow. Still, police have found no such boy and it is believed that the boy the man spoke of was simply a figure in this horrific death of over 600 people.
-Suzuki Setsuna.
Hello! Ok, so I really really shouldn't start a New story but this was not leaving my head. No matter what. seriously. It was not leaving.
Anyways I would like to give a shout out to Kimihime97, who really got me into Izuo and inspired me write my own. If anyone has not read 'Be My Escape.' , I really recommend you read it. It is such a amazing story and deserves so much love.
Please Review! I want to know how I did.
Any error are my own. If you see a big one than please point it out.
P.S.- Kamikitayama is a real village but the one in this has no relation to it.
