Title : Victim
Chapter 1 : Quiet Aftermath
Nobody had ever thought that the day when Heiwajima Shizuo would be involved in rape would come, but it did.
No. Heiwajima Shizuo wasn't the rapist. He was the victim.
How? Who? Why? Nobody knew. All he remembered was the painful shock throughout his body as countless hands abused his body, leaving him blindfolded and handcuffed in the middle of a warehouse.
He lost his virginity, his pride, … a large part of his sight.
After that night, everything snapped. The slightest touch would send him trembling and hysteric. He can't even stand another person's presence, letting only certain people talk to him.
It had been four days since the incident. Four torturous days of nightmare and mental pressure.
He felt violated, disgusted to the core. What had been done was done. But memories of the smell, taste, pain stayed. Whenever someone tried to get close to him, he would instantly turn violent and throw whatever he could grab towards the person. The only way to convince him out of his impenetrable defensive wall was to speak to him.
Everyone who cared enough tried to figure out what made him act the way he did, but Shizuo refused to speak a single word to anyone, including to his dear little brother.
He wanted to blame someone, but who was there to blame? He let them touch him. He let it happen despite hating the whole feeling.
He couldn't do anything about it. The lives of his loved ones were at stake. Whoever messed him up threatened to assassinate Kasuka on the spot if he fights back. Of course, Kasuka wasn't aware of the hidden camera placed in his private driver's car as well as a 10 pound bomb strapped under the car's body.
He really didn't have a choice.
The secret incident didn't leave much marks on his body, but it left him rotting in a mental trauma.
Even monsters have feelings…
.
Izaya hummed merrily , a box of ootoro dangling from his grip.
He felt like taking a quieter route back home, for once avoiding his precious humans to have a some time alone. Said raven knew the city like the back of his own hand, so he knew where to go and what to avoid.
Hopefully, Heiwajima Shizuo won't be showing up in front of him.
"I haven't heard anything from Shizu-chan lately~ But I sure don't feel like playing with him right now…" He shivered at the thought, spitting his next line. "Ah ahh… Hate works in strange ways…~ How annoying…"
What seemed to be a perfect clear day a minute ago suddenly darkened with a brush of grey clouds. Tiny droplets of rain tapped softly against soil and concrete; a soothing sound to the raven's ears.
He didn't mind getting a little wet. By the looks of it, it wouldn't rain heavier than it already was.
'Still, it would be nice to watch the rain while eating heavenly ootoro.'
With that thought, Izaya skipped to the nearest shelter…
… which happened to be an old shrine people rarely visit.
Izaya was planning to make his way to the offering box when he saw someone sitting near it. He couldn't see the person's face since the unknown man buried his face between his arms and knees.
But Izaya recognized that bartender uniform from anywhere.
"E-Eh?! Shizu-chan?"
'Shizu-chan' shot his head up, frightened at the sudden call of his name, but soon relaxed and buried his face away from human sight.
"Tch… It's just you, flea…"
"Tch? Did you just 'tch' me…?" hissed Izaya, offended by the blond's remark. "You know. I haven't seen you in a week, the least you could do is to give a decent greeting."
"Whatever…" Muffled grunts came from the sitting man, refusing to even look at the raven somewhere in front of him. "I don't need to see you to know you're here, flea… You stink… Get out…"
"You're a little weird today, Shizu-chan. Did those cigarettes finally took its toll from you? After all these years, are you finally dying?" He walked closer and closer to his arch nemesis, trying to hook out the usual adrenaline from playing a game with death. "Oh, who would watch over your precious brother after you die?"
"… Just leave me alone, Izaya…"
Hearing his name softly spoken from lips that usually roar out hatred and anger, Izaya was taken back. It felt odd, yet nice…
… too nice for his liking…
"Shizu-chan…" said the raven, deadly poison dripping from his tone. "What is wrong with you…?"
"N'thin'… Go away…"
"Shizu-chan."
"Ngh…! I said go away…!"
"Shizu-chan. Look at me." Those words spoken by Izaya came out in a hushed whisper, sending chills up his own spine.
The whole world stopped spinning as Shizuo's breath halted. He didn't know what to say, how to answer, exactly where to look.
He felt like his insides were mashed together and played with. It hurt, if not physically then something else.
But what else was there for him to do? What the hell was he supposed to say?
He did the only thing that he was capable of doing for that moment in time.
Shizuo cried.
A/N : Soooo. There's been waaaay too many stories about Izaya hurt in more than one way, so why not Shizuo? So the idea was born.
Originally a one-shot, but it's not finished yet, and I'm trying to find the motivation to continue it. The story's been sitting here in my folder for months and I don't want it to collect virtual dust in my laptop.
There are more of this story written, but I decided to split it just to keep the already-slow pace steady. I will update this once I finish college assignments, and find the motivation to fend off laziness. Next chappy would be longer I guess.
( might edit later after tomorrow's class )
