The Cursed Blood
Chapter 1
It was a usual day in Ikebukuro. Its most famous informant was lazily typing words on his keyboard when a woman's voice from the big led TV screen said a familiar name.
"Namie-chan, turn the volume up, please", and the secretary did just that when the speaker's voice filed the office.
"...The police are still searching for the resident of the blown up apartment, Kishitani Shinra. The chemical leak that escaped the explosion has been presumed extremely dangerous. It appears like this so-called doctor and the scientist was truing to experiment with dangerous bacteria which ultimately resulted in creating a new, even more dangerous life form. The subject will be further explained by Matsumoto-sensei, a chef medical scientist of the Tokyo clinic." The woman turned in the direction of a man in a white coat and continued.
"Can you please tell our viewers what this all mean?"
"Firstly, I would like to note that what Kishitani Shinra did brought a shame on the entire medical community. He managed to create a new life form of extremely dangerous bacteria. And that would be remarkable if he did it in the controlled environment. However, with the explosion it is safe to say that all the residence in Tokyo would be affected if we didn't react fast and put the quarantine parameter. This allowed us to trap these lethal bacteria in the premises of Ikebukuro and Shinjuku. Nevertheless, there is a good thing. This type of parasite affects only males with the O blood type which is luckily the rarest..."
The man continued but Izaya was white as a sheet. For fuck's sake Shinra outdid himself this time. And even worse, HE had the O blood type. He was one of the unlucky people. The men on the screen paused which broke Izaya's line of thoughts and he started to listen again.
"We are begging the infected not to panic. There is a cure. Now, this is not a joke. I repeat this is not a joke. In order to avoid death an infected person needs to orally or anally take the semen of another infected person."
"Hahahahaha..." the informant started to laugh so hard that he was on an inch of crying. This was hilarious; ridiculous. He would need to drink another's man sperm. It was disgusting. And jet, it was still hilarious. The laughter died as fast as it began.
"Namie-chan, find me an O type semen."
"What?" the woman looked like she was slapped in the face. "I am not doing that."
"Yes, that is exactly what you will do. Go find a male with the O type blood, make him jerk in a plastic cup, and bring that shit to me. Pay if you need to, but I am not going near anyone's dick myself."
"No."
"I suggest you to hurry up if you want to have an employer tomorrow. Do I need to remind you that if you don't do it, I will die and then... Where would you find the money for your little brother, mmm? I hear that keeping a teenage boy is expensive these days. Tell me, what is his blood type? It is not an O, isn't it?
The woman was silent. She picked up her bag and left the office. On her way out Namie was thanking all the Gods that the blood in her brother's veins was an AB.
Three hours later and ten thousand yen lighter, she slammed the door open and put a plastic cup on her boss's table, who didn't even blink. Not even a thank you was said to her, and she needed to pay some guy to jerk in a cup and watch him do it.
"I want a raise."
"Sure thing. Just, bring the vodka. I don't want to taste this shit.
She did as she was told hitting the desk on which was the plastic cup with the expensive vodka. The information broker took the bottle, filled the half-empty cup and said "cheers" as if he was drinking the best shot in his life. It was the most disgusting thing, but she smiled as she looked at the groused expression on her boss's face. All the shit she needed to do was worth it.
The day passed, and then the another one. People with an O blood type started to die. It was a painful and slow death, and even though Izaya needed to do some nasty shit, he was glad that he was not one of those men.
He was sitting in his office chair just thinking about how he managed to avoid death. A moment later, a terrible thought struck him.
"Oi, Namie-chan, give mi the file."
"Which one?"
"Theeee file. Shizu-chan's obviously."
The woman frowned a little, but opened the safe and took the only thing that was inside; a thick folder that was at least five inches wide. For God's sake it was thicker then the Britannica.
As soon as Izaya opened a file he started to laugh. It was so funny, and even better; he was right. Shizy-chan also had an O blood type. He wandered if he took his medicine. And then, he laugh some more. Nevertheless, he stopped as soon as one thought hit him. Then, he wasn't laughing anymore. Shizu-chan won't do it. He will die. What if he is already dead? He couldn't allow that. No, Shizu-chan cannot die by some stupid bacteria. He was his to kill.
Namie watched as her employer put on his awful coat with the fur. The laughter was gone, the smile was gone, and the usual smirk was gone. He was dead serious.
"I am going to Ikebukuro. Don't wait up."
She wasn't a stupid woman. She knew where he was going, and while Izaya was exiting his apartment he wasn't surprised to her one of her famous "you are disgusting" talks. But, he didn't care. To him there was nothing more important then saving Shizuo's life.