Haloo! So I wanted to write a Halloween story, and since a lot of people wanted a sequel to FOXY, I thought I would make this story the same universe. I know some things don't seem coherant at the moment, but I thought it would be kinda fun to start out at the end and then back track! As usual, I didn't get far before things started getting cheeky again, but oh well. :3 So, not sure how "scary" it will actually be. Shoot, I'll be lucky if it's not downright fluffeh! Probably won't be too long, but you never know. Also, I apologize for the lousy editing/spelling...I don't have word and I'm too lazy to edit it on FanFiction. Hope you like!
UPDATE: Eh heh, sorry. Had to tweak a sentence.
SHADOWS~~
Shizuo put his hands against the freezing surface of the large mirror at the end of the dusty, wooden corridor. Mirror was still the only word that could describe it, though what he saw reflected in the cool surface of the glass was not himself. "IZAYA!" His fist unconsciously curled and began beating the mirror in an effort to get the image of the information broker to hear him. Izaya's form was reflected a little further down the hall, curled in the fetal position, his knees tightly against his chest. For a moment, Shizuo feared the worst. "Oi! Izaya! The mirror!" he yelled as loud as he could, still pounding the glass almost hard enough to shatter it. "Come on, flea! I know you can hear me, god damn it!"
Izaya flinched, before his head snapped up in Shizuo's direction. "Shizuo?" he mouthed, slowly rising to his feet. The hallway in his side of the mirror seemed a great deal darker than Shizuo's, and a small twinge of terror went through his chest when he realized that the closer Izaya crept to him, the more hollow and drained of color the black haired man appeared. He'd lost his trade mark, fur trimmed coat somewhere along the way, leaving only his black, v-neck shirt, and now stood directly facing him, gripping his sleeves as if he were cold. Turning his face in the direction of the light from a single lamp illuminating Shizuo's side of the hallway, the blonde man let out an almost sob. Where Izaya's gleaming, burnt red eyes should have been now sat two hollow, black sockets, seemingly staring at him, even though he knew it was impossible. Slowly, Izaya placed his long, slender fingers against the glass, and Shizuo unconsciously moved his over their reflection. "I can't see you!" he whispered fiercely, glancing over his shoulder as if he heard something. "Shizuo, are you there?"
"Izaya, what happened to your eyes? Can you tell me where you are? HOW DO I GET ON THAT SIDE OF THE MIRROR?" Completely panicked, Shizuo yelled so loudly, Izaya quickly lifted his hands in a quieting gesture with a grimace.
"Keep your voice down, you thundering neanderthal!" he hissed, once again turning his head toward the darkened hall way behind him. "She took them, and if you don't quiet down, she'll be back to finish the job! I don't know where the hell I am; I can't see a damn thing, obviously! You said this is a mirror?"
"Something like that. The hallway you're in looks like the same one as mine!" Shizuo considerably lowered his voice, but it was still difficult for him to whisper.
"Where's my body?" Izaya suddenly demanded.
"At your place. Don't worry! Namie is taking good care of it!"
"You gave my body to my secretary?" he gasped in utter horror.
"Well, where else was I supposed to take you? She's the only one used to all your weirdness, you know! I mean, how many people go an get themselves spiritually abducted? And like I said, she's taking good care of you! But...uh...you might have some scratches...and you know...a bump on your head when you wake up," Shizuo muttered, as he scratched the back of his head, sheepishly.
"What?"
"I, uh, kinda accidentally dropped you when I was carrying you to Shinra's..."
Izaya lifted his eyebrows and rolled his head instead of eyes. "We'll deal with that later." Shizuo watched as his sightless friend traced his hands along the outside of the full length mirror. "I'm just glad you're here now. I have no idea how to get out of here. You say that you're in the same hall as me?"
"Yeah, that's what it looks like. Are you actually inside the mirror? Maybe I should break it?"
"That's your solution to everything, Shizu-chan," Izaya sighed, placing his hands back against the glass. He was usually pretty good at putting up a brave face even in the most dire of situations, but the taller man could see the worry etched into his face. Honestly, after all they'd been through the past week, Shizuo didn't know a soul who wouldn't be utterly terrified. It was a credit to Izaya's soundness of mind that he was not a sobbing mess on the floor right now. Shizuo once again placed his own hands over his friend's, attempting to be comforting even though he knew Izaya couldn't feel him.
"That's cause it usually works!" Shizuo grinned, trying to sound light hearted. "Don't worry! Now that I know where you are, I'll get you out! I promise!" Izaya smiled a little wanly. He didn't seem to believe him, but he appreciated the encouragement. "I got in touch with Anja; thought she might know what to do. She-," Shizuo startled, and paused. In the blackness that engulfed the hallway behind Izaya, his eyes detected the slightest movement. "What the hell?..."
"What! What is it?" Izaya immediately shrank against the side of the mirror into the corner. It seemed as if he was actually trying to press his body into the wall and disappear. Shizuo shook his head.
"I...I thought I saw something. Guess it was just my eyes playing tricks." Izaya didn't rise again for quite some time, and when he did, Shizuo didn't need to see his eyes to know the unadulterated fear emanating from him. A sheen of sweat now coated his already ghostly white forehead, and his breathing was short and ragged. Shizuo had never seen Izaya like this, and it worried him. "Are you okay?"
"Nevermind," Izaya visibly tried to shake the terror off, placing a hand to his forhead. "Just continue."
"Well, she's the one who told me to look for you here. Said something about...about..." Shizuo craned his head. Something was definitely moving within the shadows. Shizuo swallowed a lump in his throat; he could just barely make out the sillouette of a completely black figure walking quickly towards them from the far end of the hall. "Ummm...Izaya?" The figured faded away only to reappear much closer, mere meters away from the informant and still walking. "Izaya!"
Izaya flinched, his eye lids opened wide making the empty holes in his face seem gaping. He could tell from the alarm in Shizuo's voice that his worst fear had been realized. "Fuck," he breathed, "She heard us!" He slowly turned, feeling rather than seeing the rapidly advancing shadow. Izaya immediately flattened his back against the mirror. "Ooooh shit! Shizuo...?" his voice was shaky, pleading, and Shizuo could see the informant trembling as he pressed himself flat against the glass. "Help?" he begged, still trying to back away from the advancing shadow, even though there was nowhere else to go. Shizuo glanced around, frantically, but there was nothing he could do. He could only watch in horror over Izaya's shoulder, as the shadow once again faded, only to reappear within arm's reach. Both of the men cried out in terror, Izaya being held up by the mirror and Shizuo falling backwards. A tall woman, with tangled, long dark hair covering her face and her body, her head dangling at an unatural angle stood before them. The white kimono she wore was halfway removed, the top part pulled over her emaciated waist, and the blood dripping down her torso stained the front of it. With a terrible clicking sound, her neck inched up until her head was able to roll awkwardly back, enough so that a roving, red eyeball was able to fix itself on Izaya, who was completely cornered. "Shizuo, fucking HELP me!" Izaya's frightened scream made Shizuo's nerves feel like they were on fire. He immediately sprang back up and began beating the mirror again.
"Izaya!" He yelled. With another audible click, the woman's eye flickered to Shizuo, as if she could see him, and a euphoric smile showing every tooth spread across her sunken face. Shizuo felt his blood turn to ice at the deathly, and somewhat familiar, stare, and it was kind of pissing him off. "Back off!" he warned with a growl, hitting his fist against the glass. But he had no means to back up his threat. The woman blinked at him, before looking back down to Izaya. A bony and gnarled hand darted out and gripped Izaya by the throat. Shizuo could only watch helplessly, as his friend was roughly slid up against the glass until his feet no longer touched the floor.
"Shizuo! Do something!" Izaya clawed at the hand quickly tightening around his airway. Shizuo roared in frustration and ground his teeth as the woman glanced back sideways at him again, as if in amusement. "Shizuo! Ple-!" The woman gave the back of his head a sound rap on the glass by jerking Izaya forward and slamming his body back with an other worldly force, effectively silencing him. Shizuo could see a trail of blood from where his head had impacted slowly ooze down the length of the mirror. Izaya choked out a groan.
"IZAYA!" Shizuo slammed both his fists over and over into the mirror. As if to taunt him, the blood covered woman slammed Izaya against the glass again, the force of the blow thundering in Shizuo's ears. The informant's hands slipped lifelessly from around her wrist and fell limply to his side. Shizuo was at his witt's end. With an enraged roar, he brought his forehead to the glass with enough force to make it crack. Feeling a little dizzy from the impact, Shizuo became faintly aware of a burning sensation against his chest. Looking down, he gripped the necklace Anja, the old gypsy woman, had given him through his white, button up shirt. The ghoulish woman was staring at him again, but she was no longer smiling. She threw Izaya's abused body to the side like a rag doll, and he hit the wall with a loud thud before crumpling to the floor. Shizuo bared his teeth in fury as she leaned forward to peer at him through the mirror. Her neck let out another sickening crack as she tried to crane her head to get a better look. The woman seemed to be trying to see the necklace he was clutching. She let out a loud sigh which echoed throughout the hall, and Shizuo could feel a cold wind blow through his hair. Her sickly, happy smile spread across her face again as she withdrew. With the same earily fast pace, the woman began to walk away, deftly snatching one of Izaya's legs by the ankle, and dragging his limp body behind her. The woman's form slowly turned to back to a black shadow, as they both began to dissappear into the darkness. "NO!" Shizuo screamed. "IZAYA!" The necklace was giving off so much heat now, it was searing his skin. As the blonde man watched his friend be dragged away to almost certain doom, total desperation overtook him, and with a loud cry, he threw himself at the mirror. Summoning all of his brute strength, he crashed his head into the already cracked surface once more. It shattered into hundreds of tiny slivers. Fading fast from the massive trauma he'd just caused his head, Shizuo was only dimly aware of falling, before blacking out completely.
"Now you both belong to me..."