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"How... How dare you!" Shizuo screamed, his face contorting from rage as he spat out his half-smoked cigarette and sprinted towards his already fleeing target: Orihara Izaya, the very bane of his existence. His scuffed shoes pounded on the concrete as he willed himself to run just that much faster to catch up with Izaya and somehow defend his brother's honour because Kasuka was nothing like the flea had just described - opinions and freedom of speech a foreign concept when it comes to family. His eyes and anger remained focused on the raven as he ran through the pavement pedestrians had the sense to clear, because a bartender chasing a informant was bad news and the city of Ikebukuro itself had enough experience to know what happened when people stopped to stare.
They ran like that for a while, their rapid breathing and targets the only thing being acknowledged - well, at least for Shizuo. Izaya on the other hand was having plenty of fun taunting the blonde: maybe a little too much fun.
Yes, that's right, he had an appointment soon enough and what good would it be to show up in sweat-stained clothes and out of breath all because he provoked a beast into chasing him relentlessly. It wouldn't do, he was too much of a perfectionist, a professional. Of course he knew bad-mouthing Kasuka would rile up his enemy in mere seconds, (just mentioning the name earned him a death-glare), however, he of all people should have considered the fact that maybe getting Shizuo that angry was a bad idea when you need to be on schedule.
Instead of scolding himself, he chose to smirk and run faster, only looking back to push Shizuo to his limits. Why regret what you can turn in your favour? Every time he tore up part of his beloved city only proved to Shizuo that he really was a monster, why not make him deprecate himself just a little more?
"Well Shizu-chan, it seems that I've run out of time to play with you, I've got places to be after all, I do have a real job."
He didn't get much of a reply, just a growl and a determined look, the type a lion may get when about to jump a zebra. Too bad that zebra had been avoiding lions for years and could escape hungrier ones.
He chuckled to himself, thinking of Shizuo as a lion and him as a zebra, how amusing because, Izaya Orihara was anything but prey and Shizuo Heiwajima was certainly no king of any kingdom.
"How about you come to my place, I'm sure you'd love that Shizu-chan~"
Still no reply, only the faint chant of "Killkillkillkill..."
Maybe he was becoming tired, not enough brain power of breath to retort with: after all this was most likely one of the longest chases they've had in quite a while and even Izaya had to admit, he was starting to feel the fatigue and he really did need to get to his apartment.
Which is exactly what he chose to do. The chase started to lead to Shinjuku and, seeing as Shizuo was still pursuing him, he decided leading him into his territory would put him on higher grounds when he fought the beast.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going, Flea?" Shizuo yelled, struggling to catch his breath as he stepped inside of the luxurious apartment complex.
"Why, to my apartment of course. What are you going to do, huff and puff and blow my house down?"
If it wasn't the belittling words, it was definitely that disgusting laugh that grated against his ears which set him off again. He stormed to the little pest who was smirking as his slender body moved further, the tail of his coat shifting around him until he was standing in front of an open elevator.
Shizuo's rage-induced snarl fell abruptly as he looked doubtfully at the small space he'd have to enter if he wanted to know precisely where Izaya was going so that he could fight the flea but before he even had a chance to decide whether it was a smart idea or not, Izaya decided to pipe up.
"Well, I'm off, bye Shizu-chan," he said as he stepped in. "Don't forget to tell Kasuka-kun I said 'hi' and that me and my friends will be joining him very soon."
"IIIIZZZAAAYYYAAAA!"
And before he even knew what he was doing, he had jumped right into the elevator with the smirking flea, just as the door closed behind him.
"Haha, we can continue this on the top floor, number 12,"
But he didn't get any reply at all, not even that low throaty growl that was just music to his ears. Instead, he got a pale-faced Shizuo gripping onto the bar that ran horizontally on the back wall of the lift, his wide eyes staring at the door.
He couldn't help but burst out laughing. In fact, he laughed so hard that he had to clutch his sides from the pain all while Shizuo continued to stare at the encasing metal.
"Your face! This is priceless haha! Are you claustrophobic or something?" Even by talking about the concept of such a beast being frightened of small spaces pushed him into another laughing fit, he only managed to stop when he realised that they weren't moving at all.
Still smirking, he looked around to see if he could somehow spot the problem but was stopped when he heard the lift groan and creak.
"Huh..?"
Looking to the blonde, he could see that he was beginning to shake, looking around wildly for some kind of solution or escape.
Maybe I could have some fun with this... He thought, already thinking of a way to make the lift move and frighten the beast more however, he decided against it remembering his meeting.
Izaya just sighed and pressed the emergency button. After a minute, the crackling of speakers coming to life filled the space then a loud voice.
"Sorry about this, we've been having problems with the lift for a few days now aha,"
Great, what the raven could only assume was a newbie by the nervous laughter was sitting around, fiddling with buttons and wires. He raised an eyebrow as the young voice continued.
"I'm fixing it as I speak, you'll be out of there in no time!"
The raven rolled his eyes and turned to look at Shizuo, seeing how he had sunk to the floor, eyes scrunched closed and body protected by his arms wrapping around himself.
Deciding to say something, he opened his mouth to speak. "We'll be out soon, stop being such a baby, Shizu-" but was cut off.
"NO! NOT THAT ONE!" an older male voice yelled through the speakers.
As the lights went out and the lift started creaking, shifting in it's suspended position, even Izaya had to admit he felt his stomach drop. Though it was nothing compared to what Shizuo was going through.
Just hearing the voice yell that alarming message to who he assumed was a new employee was enough to set him off but the sudden lack of light only made things worse.
It was almost as if the air that had been surrounding him was suddenly taken away and replaced with nothing but emptiness.
There's no air in here.
I'm going to suffocate-
I'm going to slowly die and on the verge of death, plummet into an abyss of pain as the lift drops-
How is it even able to hold my weight-
Those thin cables snapping at any moment..
Air?
Where the fuck is the air-?
I can't breathe-!
His eyes snapped open at the thought being repeated over and over in his mind, he couldn't breathe. With those words in his mind, he began taking in as much oxygen as he could, his breath hitching as he failed to successfully take in lungfuls of air.
He was going to die, suffocate and be crushed in a tiny metal box with his mortal enemy.
He was never going to see his parents or friends or even Kasuka ever again.
There would be nothing but darkness.
With these new thoughts, he could help but let the tears flow down his cheeks, a weak sob slipping past his lips as he trembled.
Izaya regard this with plenty of humour but, it seemed that his laughter wasn't getting though to the blonde, he was blocking everything out. That was fine with Izaya, he just wanted to escape and take a shower. He sighed and slid down the opposite side to Shizuo, crossing his legs and looking straight ahead as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. It was only when he heard Shizuo starting to scream did he realise how serious this could become.
Shizuo pulled at his hair, failing miserably to ground himself back to reality, the only thing flashing through his mind were images of his friends and family crying at his funeral, reading obituaries and talking about the good times they had with him. Not only that, but the slow pain of suffocating that not even a monster like him could avoid.
Bang, bang, bang. The sound of him slamming his head back against the metal of the metal resounded throughout the small space.
The raven cursed under his breath as he felt the lift creak and shift under the force of the repeated blows that would certainly leave great dents.
"Calm down Shizu-chan, you're going to get us killed if you keep moving like that." Izaya snapped, glaring at the blonde through the darkness between them.
Though, the only reply he was granted with was another bang of a skull against metal and a agonising scream which broke into a hoarse sob.
"Shit, Shizu-chan, you need to calm the hell down, you're starting to give me a headache."
"Fuck...sob...you!"
Such a beast, to use such words even while having some kind of breakdown. Typical.
As the hyperventilation and sobs continued with no sign of leaving, the raven stood up and walked over to his enemy, kneeling next to him and staring at the blonde hair he could see clearly through the blackness.
Revenge...
"If you keep hitting your head like that, the single cable holding this lift is gonna snap. If that doesn't kill us, the lack of oxygen will: either way, we're going to die in here, Shizu-chan..."
"...we're going to die in here, Shizu-chan..."
Honey eyes snapped open as his breathing paused. It was final, he was going to die. Maybe it was the fact that another voice had said it aloud hat made it seem like an inevitable punishment.
Placing a hand on the brute's shoulder, he felt as it tensed and shook harder. His smirk grew even wider as he was rewarded with a scream from his comment.
His hyperventilation proceeded to a point where he was on the verge of passing out, the blackness starting to merge into different shapes as his vision blurred with anxiety.
Even as the lights miraculously turned back on and they started moving, the corners and edges were unclear, everything in the room amorphous and difficult to make out. He snapped his eyes shut as he curled more into himself, sobbing as scenes of grief and sorrow overtook his mind.
He didn't even realise when a presence left the lift and a new one entered maybe a few minutes or hours afterwards. He didn't acknowledge as a silence overtook the small space and a gloved hand rubbed circles into his back. He took no notice of the accusing or amused voices floating in the background, the only thing that he remotely took notice of was the small prick he felt in his neck before he was pulled into unconsciousness.
