Izaya was bored. Of course he was.
His seven phones had been confiscated when he had been taken to the hospital, and he could tell the police were at least keeping an eye on him after they found the hidden pockets in his jacket. The ones with the knives, of course.
Anything. Anything could happen. He wanted anything to happen.
And waited.
Someone was going to try to kill him; his stabbing was on the news. Someone had to have been watching. Hopefully someone tried to kill him. At least that meant that someone cared enough (more than his pathetic excuse of a friend, Shinra) to take time out of their precious life for his sake. It didn't matter if that time lost was for the purpose of his demise, it would be more interesting than his forced bedrest.
But no one came.
After hours of waiting, his boredom only increased, though it was a little interesting how Shizu-chan hadn't come to kill him yet. Hadn't he seen the news? Had no one bothered to tell him? He had expected- no, wanted- for him to come. That's what he would have dome if he was him.
Shizu-chan never did what he expected of him, not even once. And that's what he hated about him. And that's what he loved about him. And he wanted to kill him, more than anyone and anything else. Though he really wouldn't mind if anyone else did the dirty work for him.
He waited even longer.
Shizu-chan never came. Neither did anyone else. Well, a nurse came by once to ask how he was feeling, but Izaya was pretty sure that she wasn't trying to kill him. Not just then, anyway.
His stabbing had been aired on the news, right? That's what they had said, and he was sure that they hadn't been lying. How lucky or unlucky was he? Had no one seen it? Why weren't they all trying to kill him? Maybe he just had to wait some more.
Days.
No one.
His boredom was overwhelming.
He was getting ready to sneak out of the hospital, near midnight, when, finally, it happened.
The door to the room creaked, and then, opened slowly, the light from the hall dripping into the room, blinding him for a moment. A silhouette stood there. He knew exactly why.
Izaya could feel the smile spreading across his mouth. The first time in days.
"Finally."
First fanfiction in over a year~
I hope this wasn't too terrible. I'm open to any critiques, though I would prefer if they weren't flames. It'd be easier for me to understand.
But I'm going to be writing more stuff, with actual dialogue and scenes and stuff! I bet you want to cry in despair now.
If you go to my profile, you can vote for the crossover you want me to write and stuff. I hope this doesn't sound too much like shameless advertising.
Also, I want to write stuff about the Izaya and Shizuo alternates. I just don't have any ideas.