SURPRISE STORY NUMBER 3 *0*
Here we are- I guess you are now wondering why suddenly I am starting a fourth story despite saying I won´t write more than 3 ongoing stories at the same time- well the reason is quite simple- as you all know Durarara x2 ketsu ended by now, and a few people like me, who read the manga or novel before, knew what was going to happen.
The deal is now this tho- while I actually thought I would be bummed by Shizaya after that fight, I had this one idea that just screams Shizaya all over- how this could continue after the fight-
ehehehehehehe and of course my sadistic streak had a word with me too in that department
is it mean to say I loved the last episodes? xDDD poor Izaya~
Well anyway~ enough rambling for now, you will see what I mean ;3
Attention!
Once more- this is a special exception- the story revolves around the events after Shizuo fought Izaya. So it´s not only DRRR season 1 that matters here cx Just to clear confusion up ahead since I usually stick to season 1 xD
Also Imma just going to mention at the beginning of the story that I´m not a native speaker of english xD Mwa mother tongue is german. GERMAN xD
Thank you for your attention~
And thank you for correcting this SoylentRamen! *^*^*
Enjoy~ ()/~
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ஜ Chapter 1: After the fight- taken ஜ
-Izaya´s point of view-
It hurt.
His eyebrows dipped in a pained frown as the raven finally regained consciousness.
Pain was the first thing he noticed, and warmth, sticking to his waist.
The soft humming tune of a motor filed him in on the fact that he was in a car, before he even opened his eyes.
Slowly, he managed to open his eyes and let his sight trail down to his body.
His arms had been wrapped in bandages, and he could tell makeshift splints had been attached to them by some sort of amateur. The worst pain was caused by something else entirely, though.
The knife Vorona had thrown was still deep embedded in his left side. Deep.
Blood stained his shirt around the wound, and a black substance surrounded the object, moving slightly, as though alive.
He recognized the well known shadows immediately.
Celty... huh?
"You shouldn´t pull that out, or you will bleed to death." The voice that reached his ears was a familiar one. Izaya glanced to his right; cars were being passed fairly quickly and he noticed the driver was speeding. A safety belt had been attached around Izaya.
"Kine-san?" Kine was the one who first introduced him to the Awakusu. He was the person who jumpstarted Izaya's career as an information broker.
"To be honest, the probability of you surviving is probably around 50 percent," the freelance detective answered, a rather serious expression decorating his face.
Heh...
So he wasn´t dead yet. That man had actually come back to save him.
"You should thank the person on the back seat before you die," the bald man continued as Izaya let out a soft sigh. A slight hint of surprise settled on the raven´s features at those words.
Another person?
"She helped carrying you." He attempted to twist his head to glance at the back of the car.
A pained gasp escaped his lips though as his injury reminded him only too gladly that moving was not an exceptionally smart idea right now and he straightened himself again.
Instead, he let his eyes travel to the rearview mirror.
A glare was directed at him as soon as the girl noticed Izaya´s gaze.
"Don´t get me wrong," she added quickly, "I just wanted to witness your end."
Manami, huh?
Heh... even she came to help him.
Surprising.
A weak smile spread over the informant´s face.
"I could take you to the nearest hospital," Kine started, his expression a tad more relaxed, "but I would guess you would prefer a certain underground doctor I know."
Ah, that wouldn´t do.
"No. First, I want to get away from this city." His sight trailed to the side view mirror. He could already see Ikebukuro fading farther and farther into the distance.
"Preferably as far away as possible." There was no way he could stay here, ne? He could see the dark, heavy clouds above the city lightening up.
He had lost. He accepted it. "If I have to die..." he continued, a forced smile spreading across his face, "-Then I at least don´t want that monster to witness how I take my last breath."
Silence dominated the air in the car for a while. Cars passed, and no -one complained about Izaya´s decision. Kine set the blinker and merged onto the highway leading out of the city, just as Izaya requested.
"You sure about that, though?" The question was mumbled quietly, and it didn´t even sound like he was trying to convince the raven otherwise. "Your life is already on the edge here."
He was just pointing facts out. He had known the man for a pretty long time, after all.
But Izaya just closed his eyes with a sigh, his expression relaxed. Well as relaxed as it could be considering he was in pain.
"I´m aware of that," he replied solemnly, his head tilting to the side as he squinted out the window.
A few more houses of Ikebukuro rushed past; then they were gone.
He wasn´t going to return.
Not to a city where he was.
That was what he thought until something distracted him.
Just briefly, he spotted something in the car in front of them.
It was a black pick up, and for a second he could have sworn someone was staring right back into their car from inside its windows.
With a glazed expression, Izaya followed the movement only to see the same thing happening again.
"Kine," he murmured, his eyes narrowing to slits as he observed the situation. "The car in front, are they friends of yours?"
"What?"
Before he had a chance to answer, the back window of the pickup was suddenly smashed by an elbow. A woman with long black hair, partly tied up in a knot, stared right at them before pulling out a rifle.
-aimed at the tires of their car.
A shot overlapped any noise that Izaya had been able to pick up as the bullet hit the black material, tearing it apart.
The car was suddenly thrown to the left as the wheel was blown out, causing Izaya to gasp as immense pain shot through his body - Kine tried to take control of the vehicle, his teeth grit and blood pumping with adrenaline as he pulled the steering wheel violently in the other direction.
A mistake.
Manami´s scream filled Izaya´s ears as they hit the barrier of the highway.
The sharp sound of the car´s metal frame trying to halt as it slid against the metal barrier felt like a clean cut right into Izaya´s ears. Only after the car spun around as a result of crashing into a billboard about careful driving, did it finally came to a halt,- the airbags bursting out of the dashboard.
Izaya screamed in pain as the white fabric slammed the knife even deeper into this stomach. Panting, he fell forward onto the white balloon. His hands hurting even worse as he tried to move them towards his stomach in an useless attempt to stop the immense pain.
After that, everything went by in a haze.
Izaya couldn´t bother his brain to even try and make sense of his surroundings as blurry spots of black and white invaded his sight.
Steam was everywhere, invading his lungs and impairing his ability to breathe properly.
Only barely, he registered that the girl was shouting their names.
He couldn´t hear anything from Kine.
And then he heard screeching of wheels as two cars came to a halt right next to the car. Black ones just like the pickup from before, but these were vans. Two of them. The damaged car´s door opened with the sound of metal grinding against metal, and rough hands started to grab and pull Izaya out of the broken vehicle.
He could tell they weren´t people he knew, but that was all he was able to determine while hearing a shrill scream from the woman behind him.
After that everything faded to black.
- Ikebukuro. Airport. Shizuo´s point of view-
Loud noise filled the air as an airplane flew across the sky.
"Ah, was that her flight?" I was Tom who asked that question, lifting his hand to cast a shadow upon his eyes as he followed the machine until it got out of his sight.
They were just about to walk out of the airport. Shizuo had gone back for a second to buy a pack of new cigarettes. He lifted his head just in time to see the plane before it was gone.
"I think so," he stated, pulling one of the cancer sticks out of the new package with the help of his teeth, seeing how his arm was still plastered and hanging in the white sheet tied across his neck.
A short glance to the information headboard on the airport told him that it was ten minutes before twelve.
Her departure time, if he remembered correctly.
"Too bad. I will miss her," the dreadlocked man suddenly sighed, rustling through the dreads. "I will go get something to drink. Want a sip, too? My treat," he announced as he walked over to a row of vending machines, his hand slipping in his coats pocket causing a clinking sound to emit from inside.
"Thank you. Some tea would be nice." Shizuo nodded, following him. He knew all protests about wanting to pay himself were going to be brushed off anyway. The dreadlocked man pushed the coins into the metal slot one after the other, each of them making a click sound as they reached the inside of the machine.
"42..." he mumbled aloud as he typed in the number of their drink. He glanced at the cans in the machine, waiting for the metal spiral to rotate so they would drop.
But they didn´t move. "Eh?" He typed the number again, with the same result. "Oh, come on," he sighed. "It ate my coins."
"Should I try to get them out?" A bead of sweat appeared on the man´s cheek as he heard the offer, quickly declining it.
"No, I think it would be broken then, Shizuo," he waved him off. He had caused enough deaths of poor innocent vending machines as it was, another victim was not needed.
"Ahh, is it causing trouble again?" a rough voice suddenly asked. Blinking the blond looked into the direction the voice came from. An old man had appeared next to the vending machine.
He hadn´t even noticed the guy walk up.
"Actually, yes," Tom mumbled, obviously just as surprised by the sudden appearance of the man.
"These ones are pretty old, you know. They were already here when I was still walking through the streets like you two. But with a hit or two at the right place-" He slapped the machine right on the top of the counting screen and then crouched down, a thumping sound suddenly reaching their ears.
He slipped his hand inside the flap, pulling out two cans of tea. "- it works just fine," he ended his sentence, handing the cans over with a smile and a hand on his back as he straightened himself again.
"Ohh, thank you." Tom smiled at the helpful man and gave one of the two drinks to Shizuo.
"Thank you," the blond replied, as well, taking the cold green can.
"No problem," the man replied as he put his own money into the machine.
Tom turned around, and walked away again as he took a sip from his drink.
No-one noticed how a grin spread over the old man´s face as the two turned away.
"So, what are you going to do now?" he asked the blond as they went down a flight of stairs. Cars were driving by on the road in front of them, and they stopped at the end. Shizuo shrugged.
"I dunno. Maybe head for Simon´s. He told me to drop by after everything that happened." With a pop, the metal of the can bent backwards as he opened it.
"Simon´s, huh? Well, maybe I will swing by later. Before that, I gotta do drop by somewhere," he stated, looking at his phone as he skipped through his appointments for today. Their debts were already collected for the day, so he just had a meeting with his boss planned to schedule things for the next month.
The blond smiled at his friend as he downed the drink in one go, crushing the can in his fist before throwing it into a trash bin next to the traffic light. "Alright, then see you later," he announced as the light turned green, indicating that the road was safe to cross.
The brunette waved at him briefly before sticking his hands into his pockets once more and walking off.
"Later-" he mumbled as well, their ways parting.
But later would never come.
It wasn´t until Shizuo had crossed the street and went down half the road until he noticed that something was off.
But not about his surroundings-
His body.
At first, he thought it was the sun´s fault. He felt hot and sweaty, and his head had started to spin slightly. He blamed it on the heat and his walking in the broad sun.
But after just a few more meters, things started to get strange.
More than strange.
His surroundings started to blur out into unrecognizable objects. The cars driving by next to him on the street were just black splotches of color, and his head was starting to hurt, as well.
A lamppost was the closest thing to him that he could grab as he nearly toppled over.
... What... the... hell...?
And then there was a car.
A van, black.
It pulled right over onto the sidewalk.
Shizuo didn´t need to be a genius to be able to figure out that something was seriously fishy about this whole scenario. Two men got out of the car- huge, dressed in black.
Both wearing dark sunglasses and a hat.
Shizuo straightened himself, tried to approach them. Preparing for a fight.
But ...
Everything was just missing. He wasn´t even angry. He felt like he was inside a huge bubble and everything was happening far away.
Not even his hearing seemed to work correctly anymore, as every noise had ceased reaching his ears.
He threw a punch, at least he thought he did, but the guy he hit didn´t even fall to the ground.
Instead, everything else seemed to suddenly fall.
Fall and swirl.
Fall.
And swirl.
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Cold.
That was the first thing he felt.
The clattering noise of wheels driving over an overly damaged street and the familiar constant hum of an engine made him realize he was inside a car.
His mind was still dazed.
When he opened his eyes, everything was just black.
He had no idea where he was.
He had no idea what was going on.
A tug made him realize that his arms were tied together as he laid in the back of the car. But he couldn´t even muster the strength to even try and tear the rope.
It was just a normal rope, but right now he felt as if he were paralyzed.
His body just wouldn´t listen to his brain´s commands- and then the car stopped abruptly, almost causing Shizuo to slide forward and hit his head on the backboard. Only barely, he managed to hold onto something that seemed to be a blanket spread over the load area of the car.
A loud noise startled him, and he snapped his head reflexively towards the van´s door. Light flashed inside the pickup and he squeezed one eye shut as he finally was able to identify his surroundings.
Or at least the surroundings inside the car.
His eyes trailed to the right.
Only to spot another person there.
But not any person.
Despite his paralyzed state Shizuo actually managed to furrow his brows at the sight of his enemy. The enemy that he thought had disappeared for good after they fought.
It was only then that he realized the raven was completely out of it.
He looked pale; his eyes were open, yes , but they were staring at nothing. If it weren´t for the fact that his chest was heaving from panting he would have looked like a corpse.
Blood was staining his shirt, and Shizuo could spot the knife Vorona had stabbed the flea with.
Dark shadows were lingering around the wound-
His arms didn´t look like he would be able to use them again anytime soon. It was obvious that his injuries hadn´t even been treated at all yet-
The raven´s expression had something feverish to it- he almost looked like he was about to die.
Shizuo tried to push himself up from the luggage space, but it was no use.
And suddenly there were hands-
Lots of them. He recognized the two men he had seen before he passed out. A woman with long black hair and an expressionless face was standing next to the van just observing as the blond got pulled out of the vehicle.
A soft thud reached his ears, and he glanced to the side only to make out another woman. His eyes trailed up her body, aiming to make out her face but the only thing he could see was a hand. She was holding a syringe- and suddenly he felt a painful sting in the back of his neck.
Blurriness started to take over once again as he saw the raven getting dragged out of the van.
The woman leaned down. The syringe was injected in Izaya´s upper arm- and the raven closed his eyes.
Shizuo followed the scene for as long as he could. He wanted to figure out what was going on.
He wanted to figure out where they were.
He could see a building.
Round.
He got dragged towards it.
There was a shield at the huge entrance.
But before he could even try to read the words on it the darkness took him away once more.
End of chapter 1~
C: Hehe~
Well then~ How did you like this~? xDDD Personally- I LOVE THIS XDDDDD Don´t ask me why I just do xDD
This is only the start of something ehehehehehehehe- something "mean" I could say I guess? xD We just barely scraped the top of the iceberg~
Poor Izaya tho, not that Shizu-chan isn´t going to get his fair share of ... well
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Btw- if anyone wonders why the title changed xD I dropped the heavy "guilt" part on this story cuz the last episode didn´t actually turn out quite as I imagined it haha cx
I hope no-one is gonna hate my OOC´s again xD because there will be a few hehe- So far I just tossed some random boring shits into my stories to fill in the lack of evil people to use. Now I wanna actually create interesting people *^*
Well then, see you on sunday~! ()/~