My new story. Supernatural stuff WILL happen.
Hope you enjoy reading!
Hate lingers inside his heart
Chapter 1
It were the first lights of sun coming through his bedroom windows that woke Izaya up. The warm and bright sunbeams came through his eyelids and just at that very moment he noticed that he was awake. His mind came back to reality from whatever dreams he just had had. He couldn't remember. But his body was light, his mind at peace and he couldn't oppress the feeling, that he just had had a great dream and that this day was going to be a good one.
Slowly he stretched his arms in the air opening his eyes slightly. A small smile appeared on the Informant's face. He had worked long yesterday, but now his body felt new and refreshed. When his eyes were fully opened, he sat up in bed looking out of the window. The sun was indeed beaming in a beautiful blue sky.
What a perfect day to go out and observe some of my lovely humans. He chuckled.
With one swift movement he threw his red blankets back and left the bed for the shower.
The clothes he would wear today, were already lying on a chair in the bathroom. He had already positioned them there the day before, because Izaya didn't like to waste time in the morning for natural stuff like that.
Having stripped off his pajama, the raven turned on the hot water. He took his time under the shower putting some shampoo on his hair and cleaning his body.
He loved the refreshing feeling of water on his skin in the morning and he didn't even notice that he started to sing happily all of a sudden. However, he didn't really care. Nobody would hear him anyway. This loneliness in the morning while being able to do whatever he wanted was one of the great luxuries coming from living alone. Izaya loved it.
He changed between humming a melody, than again singing a song he once heard in the radio perfectly matching his current mood.
"It's a beautiful day and I can't stop myself from smiling ~" he started not even knowing how the song was called.
Between the lines there were parts he didn't know the words anymore. That's why he just warbled the melody on until he knew exactly how the song continued.
"It's a beautiful day
the sun is out
the music's playing~"
Izaya just kept singing. Though he didn't know how it sounded without the sound of the rushing water above it. He bet it sounded awful, that he wasn't even striking the right tones at all. Whatever- he didn't care.
When he noticed that the hot water was making his skin become wrinkled, he decided to stop showering. Still he continued singing, while stepping out and drying his body with a towel.
"And even if it started raining
you won't hear this boy complaining~"
His hair was still wet, when he stepped totally clothed out of the bathroom and went into the kitchen. He rubbed his hair one last time with the towel around his head, before he put it on the kitchen bar.
Rummaging around his drawers he continued warbling the melody. After a while he took out some cutlery and put it next to the towel.
After that the raven took a look into his fridge wondering what he wanted to eat for breakfast. He wasn't really hungry yet, but he didn't want to start working without eating before either.
At last he decided to eat the rest of the miso-soup that was left from the day before. It was warmed up in the microwave, before he took a seat on the couch.
Happily smiling he just shoved one spoon after another into his mouth. Small driblets of water were running along his face or falling down on his shoulders. He didn't bother. The sun was shining directly at his face and heated it in such a lovely manner.
When he finished his soup he went back to the kitchen placing the bowl in the sink. Slowly he continued doing the dishes.
Isn't this day lovely?
It was still so early, and he didn't have to rush anything. He wouldn't have to rush anyway because of being self-employed. The only one who could go on his nerves, would be Namie. But this women had always had a bad temper, so he started to ignore her opinion (and her regular outbursts) anyway.
No need to rush if my beloved humans are still lying in their beds peacefully dreaming. Smoothly he sat down on the couch again putting out one of his cell phones.
"Now, let's see how I can destroy that peace today~" A malicious smile widened on his face, while he searched through the chat messages.
It seemed nothing unpredicted had happened during the time he had slept. The fact was giving him the certainty, that everything that happened in this city was indeed lying in his very own hands, but he still was a bit disappointed about the fact.
It was connected to a boredom that he wasn't really happy about. He liked the uniqueness and unpredictability of this city and it had always made him utterly happy, when something unplanned happened (as long as he was still able to solve the problem). It was a shame that it had been so boring lately.
However, as soon as he started to pull some strings again, there would definitely come someone and interrupt his little games - making them of course more thrilling than they already were.
Most probably this was going to be Mikado, Celty, Simon - or Shizu-chan.
This man and his inhuman strength were really the highlight of his every day. The monster should destroy even more on the way to hell! Until one day he would just die from his inhumanity! Or one brave guy would just finish him off and reach divinity by it.
Izaya just couldn't wait to kill this unpredictable monster with his very own hands.
I really want to slide my switch blade into that handsome face~
"Ah ha ha ha ha!" He started laughing hysterically.
He should rather destroy the man from the inside! Maybe turning everyone against him- Let everybody hate him -or getting him arrested again. That would be even more fun!
Ah, I can't wait! I can't wait! Why don't you die already, Shizu-chan! he giggled even more.
But his devilish laughter vanished when the phone in his hand suddenly began vibrating.
Izaya eyed the screen suspiciously. Withheld number. Really? He hated stuff like that. It was still early and he wasn't in the mood for some desperate client now. A client, who even dared to suppress his number.
Angrily he accepted the call.
Without letting the one at the other end have the chance to say anything, he snapped: "I will tell you one little thing, dear friend. Izaya Orihara is definitely not one of those guys, that you can call that early in the morning without even showing your fucking number. You should be glad, that he was still friendly enough to accept your anonymous call to tell you, that you can come personally to his office if you want to get his help. Then he will gladly solve your problems. Until then: have a nice day~"
And with that he ended the call.
Izaya sighed. His mood had been so good and now some inexperienced Neanderthal man had to destroy everything. God, some people really had no common sense at all.
Just at the moment that he decided to stand up and get ready for work, his phone vibrated again.
Annoyed he looked at the screen just to see, that the number was suppressed again.
Was this guy kidding him? Izaya had been sure that he had made his position clear, so why was this bastard still bothering him?
Furiously he opened the phone again preparing to let this guy's worst nightmare come true. "Didn't I tell you-"
"DON'T YOU DARE TO HANG UP ON ME AGAIN YOU FILTHY WHORE!" A manly voice screamed. It was distorted and filled with aggression and anger. Every word spit fury and made Izaya's skin crawl. The words were echoing in his brain and his happiness from before vanished immediately. His body started to feel numb beginning in his feet and hands, crawling through his whole body.
His eyes widened and for a short moment he was really feeling something like fear in his bones.
But this fear was rapidly replaced by indignation about the guy at the other end of the call . Who in this world dared to speak with him like that?! What was that bastard even thinking?!
"What are you-" he began only to be interrupted again.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I'LL RIP YOUR DAMN SISTERS INSIDES APART !"
...
What?!
Izaya's eyes widened in disbelief.
What was going on? Was this guy insane? His sisters?!
Furthermore: What was with Kururi and Mairu? Where were they?
It was too early. They should be still at home, sleeping. In Peace.
In one short moment of insecurity Izaya took out one of his other phones and dialed the number of their apartment. No one picked up.
He tried again.
Nothing.
That could be normal. It didn't mean anything. They were deep sleepers. They were most probably still dreaming about Shizuo's damn brother. So no need to worry. Everything could be fine.
But still ...
Suddenly horrible fear came crawling up Izaya's neck. He felt his legs went numb and his body get cold. His head hurt while the aggressive words were still ringing inside his head. It caused Nausea rising up inside his stomach, he barely was able to oppress. His whole body started to tense up and his grip around the cell phone tightened turning his knuckles white. In one moment to another the living room began to spin around him and he couldn't concentrate on anything else but the phone in his hands.
Was it possible?
His sisters ... were about to ...
Was this actually happening?
This couldn't be a joke, right?
So the guy at the other end ... actually had his sisters?
But how ...
Hadn't Izaya taught them how to fight? Sure Kururi wasn't the greatest fighter, but Mairu was pretty good. She was strong. She could fight grown-up men easily.
It's not like he had never expected them to be attacked according to his work, but he had taken precautions. Mikage had done great work. They were well trained.
This couldn't be possible. They were strong. No, this couldn't be true.
"IZAYA ORIHARA-SAN, COME UP WITH 1 BILLION YEN NEXT WEEK OR YOU'LL NEVER SEE YOUR SISTERS AGAIN!"
Izaya snapped out of his thoughts when the scary voice spoke again.
Was this guy serious? 1 Billion Yen?! That amount was ridiculous! Sure, he had money, but not that much! Who would be as stupid to even think that?!
"I don't have that much!" he screamed into the phone anger raising inside him.
Suddenly something snapped inside his head.
How could he even be stupid enough to believe that this was actually happening?
Maybe that guy at the other end was playing him a stupid prank. Who told him that his sisters were actually in someone's hands? Maybe they were running around happily somewhere in the streets. Like Always. Maybe it was even some stupid prank of themselves! Actually this whole thing looked really much like them. A stupid prank to prove the love that Izaya actually felt for them, though he never showed or admitted it!
That's so much like them. He thought. Yeah, that's right. My sisters are alright, he tried to dispel the insecurity in his thoughts.
"THAT'S NOT THE RIGHT ANSWER. MAYBE I HAVE TO JAR YOUR MEMORY A BIT."
What? What did this guy mean?
His grip around the cell phone tightened, nearly breaking it.
Nothing happened. Silence.
For a short moment the raven couldn't hear anything. A quiet rustling, but that was all.
Was this guy playing with him?
The stiffness was slowly coming out of his limbs and the fear he felt was replaced by anger. That asshole! What a fucking joke is this?!
The moment he wanted to scream into the phone again, he choked on the word, when a voice began to speak, he had so often heard before in his life.
"Nii-san..." the voice was quiet, croaking as if speaking was hurting the young girl. She sounded desperate and weak, nearly not recognizable, but Izaya still noticed that it belonged to his sister.
KURURI!
Was this really just a game? The way his sister's voice sounded ... That couldn't be an act, could it? It sounded so real. As if she was in real pain.
Izaya gulped.
"Kururi! What's going on?" he asked calmly still hoping that this was all just a stupid game.
"Izaya-niisan ... please help us ... I don't want to die ... please ... he will hurt us ... Nii-san..."
The words were merely whispered. Breaks were between them as if speaking was hard for the girl .
After that he could hear sobbing from the other end of the phone. That was the moment when Izaya realized that this horror was indeed real.
Someone really had his sisters!
And he was hurting them!
NO! This can't be. No, no, no, no, no ...
He had to help them! He had to protect them! He was their older brother! No one was allowed to touch them! NO! Stop this horror! Please!
His breathing became hard. Every little breath hurt in his lungs. He couldn't ... he couldn't...
"Kururi, can you tell me where you are?" he asked desperately. He needed to hear her voice again. He needed to know that she was still there.
But no answer.
What happened?!
"KURURI!" he screamed. He had jumped up from the couch, the phone desperately clinging to his ear.
His whole body hurt. Inside his stomach rose the need to vomit, but he could oppress the feeling by concentrating on the voice at the other end of the call.
But not a single answer came back.
No, no, no!
When had he last heard her voice? The time went on so painfully slow. It felt like eternity to him since he had heard the last sign of life. Why was nobody answering?
It couldn't be ...
Tears began to form in the corners of his eyes.
"KURURI?!" He tried again, only before the pure horror reached his ears, making his stomach turn around.
"AHHHHHHHHHH!"
Izaya nearly broke the phone when the awful scream bashed his skull, leaving him in speechless terror.
" ... NII-SAN! ... NII-SAN! IT HURTS! IT HURTS!... MAKE IT STOP! ... PLEASE! NII-SAN!"
Every word was screamed and filled with pure pain. Between the words the screams stopped for a moment, turning into a rasping sound, just to begin anew. He could hear the sobbing between the words, when his sister was desperately gasping for air.
His sisters ... were they tortured?
He couldn't endure it any longer. Tears were finally running down his cheeks. He put his free hand on his mouth to oppress his own sobs.
They were hurting his sisters! And all he could was listen to their screams!
"Kururi-chan..." he whispered desperately.
Who would do that to you? My little sister ... she's innocent. It's me. It's me, who you want! So why did you take her? Why didn't you take me!?
Unable to speak he sank to his knees wrapped in the screams of his sister that were slowly filling up the whole room.
Suddenly the painful screams ended and a horrible silence met his ears.
What has just happened? Kururi!
"KURURI! KURURI!" He screamed into the phone.
No, she couldn't be ...
They wouldn't kill her. They wouldn't kill her! Please, don't! Don't do that!
The hand left his mouth when it painfully opened to a silent scream. No sound was coming out while the tears were running in streams down his cheeks. His body convulsed to a painful position kneeing down on the ground.
"It's my fault ... " he whispered. The words painfully left his lips.
"IZAYA ORIHARA-SAN."
His eyes widened in shock. There it was again. That horrible distorted voice. Daring to speak to him. As if there was anything left for him. Anything he could actually care about after what he had just heard. Right after the voice had done those horrible things to his sister.
But Izaya was unable to speak. Too much despair was filling his heart. His eyes were burning with tears and every word he tried to speak sent waves of fire through his lungs.
"COME UP WITH 1 BILLION YEN NEXT WEEK OR WE' LL KILL YOUR SISTERS. FURTHER INSTRUCTIONS WILL FOLLOW."
And then the call ended.
The phone left his hand and shattered on the floor, when Izaya finally vomited right in front of him.
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The lyrics are from Michael Bublé "It's a Beautiful Day" (for those who care)