Title: Izaya in Wonderland
Author's Note: Happy Shizaya day! And to celebrate it, here's a new fanfic woo~
PLEASE NOTE, this story is NOT WRITTEN IN LINEAR FORMAT.
This is written similar to 'choose your own adventure' or those otome game styles. Please do not read the 'next' chapter. But look at your options and choose the 'page' you're suppose to read next.
If you are at page 5 but the chapter is only written up to chapter 10, and the option says [Go to chapter 14], then you'll have to wait until i update chapter 14 ^^;
Also like many otome/BL games, this story will have multiple bad endings and a lot of them will have non-con elements. If you don't like non-con elements, please do not continue to read the story.
This was originally a visual novel game I wanted to make, but since I couldn't find an artist willing to draw it, I'm just gonna post it here in script form. (MAYBE one day, i'll find an artist and we can make it into a game to play? ahahaha)
Until then, enjoy.
This is also spoiler to the 'ending' of the Durarara x2 Third arc, and Book 13.
Thank you for reading!
"Hang in there. Just a bit further."
The skinhead in suits gravely tells him as he drives into darkness, far away from the false neon lights of Ikebukuro.
"I hope you live so I get to tell you how good it feels to see you in pain," the small voice of a young girl spoke up, sitting in the back, her eyes filled with vengeance despite that small pouty mouth that made her appearance so much cuter in the eyes of the informant.
"Hmm...well, I intend to live a bit longer...if possible." he replies, his eyes feeling heavy as if all the weight of the world was pressuring him to close them. So heavy…. so heavy….
"I've contacted the underground doctor I know. He will meet us at a halfway point with his kit, just in case."
"Hahaha...nngh!" Izaya chuckles softly despite the sharp shooting pain. Groaning inwardly, he could see Manami's eyes, conflicted. Ah, this is why he loves humans so much. They seem to not understand what their true desires are themselves.
His eyes are getting heavier and heavier by the minute as Ihe struggle to keep them open. Did he truly understand what he had desired? Was this what he had wanted? Was he content with such a defeat without accomplishing his true goals?
"Perhaps...this was enough…" Izaya speaks out loud more to himself as he grips the area that still had the Russian knife embedded in his side. It's wet as his blood continues to soak his shirt.
The darkness claims his vision as he feels the vertigo of falling into the abyss, which claims his mind.
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