Hello, Shizaya/Izuo fans~! Been a while, eh? those who have read my other stories-Life as a Girl!, Black Feathers, All Mine-already know who I am. for those who haven't, I am Breaking-Benjamin-rules, loyal Shizaya/Izuo fan. It's been my OTP since FOREVER. Seriously! I'm STILL obsessed with it! XD
So~! new story time! this features a Yandere!Izaya and minor Tsundere!Shizuo.
Gabe (My OC): sounds interesting, Creator.
Vlad (My OC): no it doesn't.
BBR: both of you shut up! So yeah. My OC's-the half-blind assassin Gabriel Thistlewood and the Izaya-obsessed Naga/Shapeshifter hybrid Vladimer-will be joining me for this. I own nothing. Enjoy~!
My name is Izaya Orihara. I'm 15, and I live in a mental asylum.
Let me explain. I was born mute. I couldn't say a word. I couldn't laugh, or scream, nothing. The doctors say that when I was born I screamed loudly and that was the only time I ever made a noise with my mouth. They said that that scream damaged my vocal cords permanently. As if they actually expect me to believe that. I know the truth. My vocal cords were damaged while I was forming. That's what happened.
I grew up alone. My mother died during my birth and my father was an abusive bastard. He's the reason my vocal cords were damaged, I just knew it. He beat mother while she was pregnant with me. They weren't even married and he got full custody of me upon her death.
One day, on my 13th birthday, I finally snapped. While he was beating me, I pushed him back, grabbed a knife and stabbed him a total of 30 times in his skull, chest and abdomen. Someone had seen him beating me and called the police. Why they were looking through the window, I never did find out. But they did, and they called the police. And the police arrived to find me, bathed in blood, holding a knife and standing over his body.
I don't quite remember what happened after that. When I asked via written question, the doctors said I had looked up, grinning insanely at them, and lunged, managing to slice the arms of three of them before they restrained me. They said that the police had dragged me here and said I had gone insane, which was why this place has been my home for two years. Locked in a solitary room with a strait jacket and the only light coming from a small window behind me.
I looked up from my lap as the door opened, and in came my usual doctor, Shinra Kishitani. He's befriended me somewhat in my time here. His fiancée is mute, so he's used to having to read what someone's saying instead of listening to the person's voice.
"Hello, Izaya-kun," Shinra said. He walked over and unbuckled my strait jacket. They do that sometimes, to let me stretch my arms and keep the blood flowing through my veins. Also so I can respond to what they're saying. He handed me a small electronic pad and a stylus, so I could write what I wanted to say because for some reason, I hate typing.
[Hello, Shinra.] I wrote, showing it to him.
"Thought I'd let you know, tomorrow I'm showing a new doctor around," he said.
This caught my attention. This place rarely gets new workers. [Who is he?]
"His name is Shizuo Heiwajima," Shinra said, "Which makes things easier because I've known him since we were in elementary school. He recently got fired from his job as a bartender and needed a place to work. Since he graduated from high school with grades close to my own and knew a good amount of medical knowledge for reasons I will not tell you, I recommended this place and he applied. I was surprised when he said he was accepted to work here."
[Your no fun, Shinra~!] I wrote, [Why would this guy know anything about medical nonsense?]
Shinra swallowed and was suddenly very interested in one of the buckles of my strait jacket. "It's…not really my place to say. If he wants he can, er…tell you."
I rolled my eyes. [Well, I can't wait to meet him.]
Shinra smiled. "Yeah! I think you guys will get along well." He looked back at his watch. "Well, I have to get to the rest of my patient before turning in for the night."
I sighed but allowed him to put the strait jacket back on before leaving. I leaned against the padded wall and wondered about this new guy. What was he like? How would he act? What did he look like?
I smirked. This would be fun!
Vlad: why would you give Izaya-sama such a bad history?!
Gabe: it's her story, Snake!
Vlad: shut it, Thistlewood.
Vlad and Gabe: *start bickering*
BBR: ignore the lovebirds-
Vlad and Gabe: we're not lovebirds! I hate him with every single thing cell in my body! *continue bickering*
BBR: …yeah. Just ignore them. See that little button that says "Review this Chapter"? click it please! Sayonara~!