Dedicated to Blood Valentine who wanted to see
Izaya taking care of a kid
Rewrite the Stars
Chapter 1
He was sitting at his desk chair; wheelchair was next to him, ready to be used. He hated it. Two years ago, when the monster had broken him he had become this disabled thing that barely resembled a person who he used to be; no more runs for him, no more normal life. And, how he hated the thing that he had become... the words couldn't even start to describe it. He could never go beck like this; he needed to be whole in order to take his revenge.
His eyes lighted up as soon as the new message came in. It was the time. Everything was ready for him to go once again to Ikebukuro. After all, it was a place where supernatural resides, and it could be done only from there.
He laughed like a crazy person. It was a dead of night and no souls were around to see his broken form situated in those retched wheelchair. The portal was ready. It will take him back in time; two years will be enough; just to meet his other self and to worn him not to go all out fighting the monster. That would change this timeline and he would still be the informant of Ikebukuro, still fighting Shizu-chan, still running free.
As soon as he went thru Izaya knew that something was wrong. The car was flashing its lights at him; and he was in the middle of a road. Oh, God the car is about to hit him.
He closed his eyes, getting ready for it... But a second has passed, than another one and nothing really happened. He blinked. He was at the sidewalk and nothing was around him once again. So, he was back in his timeline; he wasn't dead. That was good. He sighted.
Then, he had heard a voice behind him.
"Onii-chan... Are you all right?"
It was a kid's voice. There was a kid behind him; the boy must have pushed the wheelchair out of the way and back into the portal. Fuck! The portal was closed now and it couldn't be opened for another month. He failed to meet his other self. He needed to do all of it once again.
And the worse thing was - what will he do with this kid? The boy was now standing in front of him, looking worried at him.
"Thank you for saving me. What's your name?"
"Shizuo Heiwajima."
"What?"
Izaya was stunned. At first he thought that the kid has recognized him and just wanted to mess with him. He probably heard all about the strongest men in Ikebukuro. But then, he looked at the kid a little bit better. He saw a brown hair, soft and nice; still undamaged from all that hair dyeing. Then, he looked at those golden eyes; the same as always; and finally, he understood.
The kid in front of him was no other then young Shizuo Heiwajima. He must have gone twenty years into the past; not two, as he assumed. And, the young Shizu-chan has saved his life. If the boy only knew who he was saving Izaya would already be dead; his insides stuck on the road, dead body trapped in the past where no one knew that he existed.
He smiled; but it wasn't by any means a nice smile. It was a heavy grin that the other still didn't recognize. The fate was throwing gifts at him. All he needed to do was to kill this defenseless child and the world would be a perfect place; no Shizu-chan to stop his plans, to destroy his body; to occupy his thoughts. He couldn't help but imagine his life without the other. He would be a king of the world if Shizuo didn't exist.
"Where are we?" the boy asked confused about the sudden darkness and the lack of cars and people.
"Well, Shizu-chan... You are in the future..." Izaya said still smiling like a mad man.
"OK."
It was everything that the boy decided to say; and, it just proved the fact that Shizuo is a simpleton like the informant has always assumed. A rational person would panic, but not this boy. He was calm and quit like nothing supernatural has ever happened.
Izaya was looking carefully as the boy put one of his hands into the pocket and took out a lollipop. The tiny hand was extended to him, offering him the thing. Izaya couldn't believe his eyes and the look on his face surly alarmed the kid that something was wrong.
"Onii-chan just looks like he needs it more then me."
Those words stung him. He could never kill this sweet little boy. He wasn't a monster like the grown up thing; he was just one of his innocent, precious humans. And the boy needed him. So, he will take care of him until he could send him beck into the past. After that, he will try again. Next time; he will succeed and kill the monster.
He was in his Shinjuku apartment. Two years of not dusting really took its toll. The cleaning company will come tomorrow and someone will come with the groceries. The box of half eaten pizza was on a coffee-table. The boy was sleeping on a couch. He explained to the kid that he needed to stay with him for the next month until he can take him back in his own time line. And the boy surprisingly understood everything and he seamed very smart and collected. Izaya could not imagine that it was the same boy who grew up to be the beast that broke him.
Gently he pushed himself up from the wheelchair. He could barely stand without it; but he needed to go upstairs to find some blanket to cower the shivering body lying on the couch. One step at the time and cursing all the fucking stairs, as well as the monster that made it almost impossible for him to go into his own bedroom; he somehow made it. Fifteen minutes later the boy was covered and he was opening up the Dollars' chat room as Kanra-chan first time in two years. The informant was back.