Insane: White

White. Pure white. No, more like blinding white. My eyes blink open and I find myself staring at a pair of deep red eyes. "Why hello shizu-chan!" That smile...that damn smirk! It deserves to be punched off that ugly face! "Hehe Shizu-chan looks angry, what's the matter wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"

"Shut up."

"Or should I say floor?"

"Shut up."

"But that wouldn't really make sense, is there a side of the floor that is more comfortable?"

"Shut up!"

"Well maybe if one side had a carpet..."

"Damn it flea I said shut up!"

I fling myself off the floor, ignoring the head rush, and grab onto the fleas collar. He is dead. Dead, dead, dead, DEAD! "Oh I'm sorry am I rambling," The flea innocently asks. "That's not the problem, the problem is your still al-"

What the hell? In my blind rage I had failed to notice my surroundings, and when I finally notice them my eyes widen and my grip on the fleas collar loosens. "where the hell am I?" I mumble, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "That's the same question I asked dear Shizu-chan~" I turn to look at the flea to see he has escaped my grip. I blink a couple of times before turning my attention back to my surroundings. The walls are bleached white, like an insane asylum. However, everything else is gritty...and nasty. In the small room I currently reside in, there is a queen size bed, it looks as if even a small amount of wait will break it and the headboard is full of scratches and...is that blood. There is also a door that leads to a small bathroom, but thats it.

I look around, an uncomfortable pressure forming in my chest. T-there's no exit. To prove my fear, I push myself of the rough floor and move to the wall. I raise my fist and swing my whole body forward.

For my whole life my physical strength has been able to destroy everything. I have never meant for my strength to destroy. I hate violence. So it's horribly ironic that when I want my strength to destroy, it fails me. There isn't even a dent in the wall. My anger boils over when I hear a familiar cackle from behind. "Ahahahaha, The strongest man in Ikebukuro, isn't so strong anymore ne~?" My fist clench and Feel as though I might hyperventilate. As I run towards That flea I know he had this planned. All he does is smirk, hop up from the ground, and just stand there. For a second I think I might win, but then Izaya's gone. I stumble and continue to cash Izaya. All I hear is the blood rushing through my head and Izaya's insane laughter. The room is small so our chase is clumsy, we skid and run into walls. It's only inevitable that I catch the flea, he has no where to run. I latch onto his stupid fluffy coat and tackle him to the ground. "Your behind this, aren't you!" I snarl as I straddle Izaya and grip at his neck. "ah, this is why I call you a protozoan, because you are incapable of thinking," Izaya spat out. I stare at him, even more angry "well your incapable of being anything other than pure scum!"

"Thanks so much for the compliment Shizu-can," my teeth grind together and I raise my fist. "You little-"

What? I cant feel anything. Suddenly I can't form any words and I stare with anger and confusion at Izaya. However, he is just staring with a blank look at my face. I try to tell him to stop being creepy, but before I can even try to speak my body slumps forward on its own accord. All I can see is white as I collapse onto the soft body beneath me.

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Whoohoo new story. This is just a short intro to the story, so sorry for the story has nothing to do with Just try Flea it's totally different and not a continuation! I hope you like this story it will have slight torture, but i will warn you when it does(if you don't like stuff like that).

So anyway enjoy! and try to guess whats going on!