"You're all mine now. I won't let anyone have you. Not Shizu-chan. Not the yakusa. No one. You will be mine forever." The sweat-covered informant continued to coo in the humid room. The city lights flickered outside the big window as blood soaked into the mahogany floors. A computer chair remained overturned in a corner as the informant's eyes glistened with a half-crazed look about them.
The bodies of three men lay nearby. One reached out in death towards the informant, trying to steal that of which the informant was possessive over. Another lay over the side of the couch, dripping crimson fluid onto the leather. The last lay in the doorway, in his death knowing that the other two were dead and that he had only one chance of life.
"No one… you're all mine… all mine…"
It was said that at one time, Shizuo Heiwajima always was getting into fights with a young man by the name of Izaya Orihara. They would destroy half the city in their war. One fought for the right to roam as he pleased while the other protected the innocent, naïve people of the city.
Their play would go on for hours. Screaming people would take shelter, children would cry, everyone would go into hiding. There wasn't a soul who wanted to get in between the two as they did their lethal tango about the rooftops and the alleys, the roads and the bridges, the restaurants and the homes. It didn't matter the setting, there was just no stopping the duo in their war.
Shizuo had found a way to stop the fighting though.
He had raped the informant… or so he had thought.
Those pleas were not made in attempt at freedom.
Those fingers clawing into him were not trying to escape his hold.
Those eyes were not shining and overflowing in disgust and self-loathing.
Whenever he thought back to it now, it didn't seem like he had disliked it. It didn't look like he was suffering. It didn't look like he was in any kind of self-depressing mood.
He had felt guilty. Shizuo remembered going back a week later. He had ignored the city and stayed home for a week. It had rained. It had stormed. The water struck the side of the apartment windows as if to seek revenge for the petit informant. All week long, in that dark, dreary apartment room, Shizuo had sat on his couch. He'd smoked through cigarette packs, watched tv, stared at the walls, watched the rain; still the sight of the informant arching back as he pounded into him returned to him whenever his mocha eyes closed. It was etched into his subconscious, tormenting him as he shut his eyes.
The informant had moved though. His belongings were gone. No one knew where he had gone. Not a single piece of lint nor hair remained. Lines showed where bookshelves had rested against alabaster walls. Imprints showed where a bed had once been as well as furniture. Paled wood showed where a desk of one of the most cunning minds in the world had once been. That mind, now missing from the world.
Shinra didn't know where he was.
Celty had not gotten another assignment from the informant.
Kadota said that the louse was not anywhere that he'd seen.
Simon had actually asked as to whether he had killed him.
Everywhere that he looked, Shizuo found it to be lacking the presence of the informant. He searched Ikebukuro, Shinjuku, and anywhere else that he could have found the small raven-haired man. His mind raced at night. All sorts of thoughts sped through him. What if he was kidnapped? What if he was dead? What if he moved far away?
Izaya's arching, warm heat haunted him.
He could hardly sleep.
He could hardly think.
That damn flea.
Those red eyes pierced him as they stared back at him during the day. Every time his eyes closed, Shizuo saw him. Standing there, calling him, beckoning him, and Shizuo never could get him.
That rage that the louse had saved the city from was now loose and uncontrollable. Shizuo nearly killed the debtors that tried to prolong their payments. Tom forced him to remain outside after a while. Kasuka had been forced to remain away from his brother when Shizuo had almost hit him with a stop sign for the mentioning of the informant.
It hurt him to find himself alone. He forced himself to keep a distance from Celty and Shinra. He couldn't handle the underground doctor's dry humor or the dullahan trying to talk things out.
He had too much energy.
It bottled up inside him. He tried to just run it off or exercise. The running did nothing except increase it. No equipment could handle his monstrous strength. The machines and the weights broke apart. They slammed through walls and windows.
Shizuo shook in his fury and power.
Still, the informant remained missing.
Still, the informant haunted him.
Still, Shizuo returned to that apartment of the informant's every week until new tenants moved in.
A cigarette littered the door to the flea's apartment complex every Friday night, memorializing the night the two enemies' war had reached its climax.
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