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Shizuo's POV
Today was one of those shitty days where you really don't want to wake up. Most of them were those days of late. I've been seeing that fucking flea almost every day now and my debt bill keeps rising due to HIM… fucking hate him… Anyway, today was one of those days but strangely enough I haven't seen the louse of late. That's never a good sign…"Hey, Shizuo. Let's call it a day, yeah? I didn't know it was this late already." I looked up at Tom and then around me to see that the sun was already setting. I nodded at Tom and made my way home in the opposite direction. I really, really hope I don't see the flea today. Maybe I will have a full night's sleep without new bruises on my body… yeah right.
I hear the familiar horse call as my friend Celty pulls up alongside me on her jet black motorcycle. She types on her keypad 'How are you Shizuo? You look kind of tired.' She can always tell when something bothers me and that's why I consider Celty a good friend of mine. I can always rely on her to complain about all my troubles, most of them about the flea.
"You know the usual, work and stuff. I'm just tired with Izaya being around here, always a pain in my ass… Anyway, how are you? Shinra still sexually harassing you?" I chuckle at my question when dark clouds start to seep out of Celty's mask, indicating that she is 'blushing'. She types quickly with her response.
'He's not doing anything of the sort! Anyway, have you seen Izaya today?' At the mention of his name I could feel my blood boiling… I really want to kill that bastard…
"Thankfully I haven't seen him. Why? Was he supposed to make another person's life shitty today?" I spit with obvious hate in my words.
'I was supposed to meet him for a job but he never showed. I'm kind of worried.' I gave a heavy sigh at two things. 1. I really hate that my best friend and my worst enemy work together and 2. I can't believe my best friend is WORRIED about my worst enemy. I feel like throwing up!
"Don't waste your worry on him. He probably wanted to tease you and see your reaction. Better yet, maybe some gang member finally gave him what was coming to him and killed him. Oh how it would sadden me not to kill him myself." I end dramatically and then again anger filled my eyes as I know that he isn't dead yet and still making everyone's life miserable. Fucking louse.
Celty hit me upside the head before she typed angrily at her keyboard. 'Don't say such mean things about Izaya. He may not be the best of people but he's still a person and I know you aren't a murderer.'
I looked at Celty in surprise to see her stick up for the flea but soon dismissed the idea for Celty was nice to everyone. She didn't actually expect me to take that back because she saw our fights. She knows we both want to kill each other from the bottom of our hearts.
"Well I guess I'll see you soon, Celty. I'm going to go home and finally sleep. Good-Bye." I say as I start to walk away while waving. She waves too before climbing on her bike and drive away in the opposite direction.
I wonder what the fucking flea is doing. It's not like him to miss an appointment and I-I'm not worried. Just pisses my off that he stood up Celty, is all. I clench my fist as I walk a little faster as rage crosses my face. Oh, how I would love to kill that bastard right now. Calm down Shizuo. I grabbed the bridge of my nose with my thumb and pointer finger and rub it, attempting to easy my frustration.I better hurry home before I get mad and take my anger out on someone else. I turned down an ally, taking a short cut to my house. I then slowed down as I saw someone backing away from the ally around the corner so he was now walking in front of my alley, right to left. I could now see that man was the flea himself as if it could be anyone other than him. I could feel my blood boil at the sight of him but as quickly as it started, it ended just as quick when I saw the expression written on his face.
It was a face of fear. His eyes were filled with overwhelming tears as they streamed down his face with no sign of stopping. The knife in front of him was shaking uncontrollably in the result of the fear that was struck into him. His sobs cut through the air like a hot knife on butter, making him all the more pitiful.I never thought I would ever see Izaya like this. I still don't want to see him like this. Why is he like this? Worry sketched all over my face, I take a step towards my worst enemy. An enemy that was not always there was a sound breaking shot and then 2 following suit. After the first shot I could see Izaya's head fly back and the other 2 disappear into Izaya's leg and stomach. Almost as if time slowed down, Izaya fell to the ground. I stared at him in disbelief as he slowly fell backwards, unable to do anything for him. He then laid there limp but I was soon awaken when I heard a sickening laugh. An older looking man walked into view and hovered over Izaya with the gun pointed at Izaya's forehead.
"So you're still alive? Don't worry; I'll end it so it doesn't hurt anymore. I hope you rot in hell, son." The man put his pointer finger on the trigger. H-he's going to kill Izaya… No, he can't… I won't let him… Noooooo! All these buried emotions resurface as I used all my strength to run towards them and luckily I was a surprise to the man as he took the gun away from Izaya's forehead and pointed it at me instead. At least it's not pointed at him… Why am I protecting the Flea? Never mind, Shizuo. I started to run forward and just as I connected with his jaw, a sickening shot rang out as pain spread through my torso.
Damn… It hurts like hell! I grabbed the Flea into my arms bridal style as I ran towards the hospital. The shot in my stomach slowed me down as it was getting too painful to run. I-I'm almost there! Wait! Shouldn't I take him to Shinra? Does Izaya want me too? Well they're both in the same direction so I should call him, right?I hurriedly take out my phone and put it up to my ear, also pushing Izaya's sleeping face towards mine. I almost threw up at the sight of the bullet wound. Ring… Ring… Ring…
"Hello, Shizou! What's up?" Shinra answered in his usual annoying tone.
"Sh-shinra! Izaya was shot… Should I t-take him t-to you or th-the hospital? H-he might be de…" I couldn't finish the sentence as the tears started to pour down my cheeks and I could barely comprehend my own words. I can't let him die!
"Whoa calm down Shizuo. Bring him hear, I'll get ready. How bad is he?"
"He h-has a bullet in the head, stomach a-and leg. Sh-shinra… I think he might be dead…" I couldn't stop the damn tears! If Izaya woke up right now, he would probably laugh at me. Me… crying for HIM. If only he knew…
"Damn it! Shizou, please hurry. You might be right…" I didn't want to hear what he was going to say next as I hung up on him… I'm never right and the time I am, I don't want to be right. Damn Flea, getting shot in front of me. He looked so scared though. I can't believe he didn't have a plan… That fucking idiot!
When I finally arrived Shinra was waiting with Celty at the front entrance ready to operate on Izaya. Just as soon as I handed him off to them, Shinra locked himself and Izaya in a room and didn't come out for hours to come. He probably doesn't want us to bother him.
Two hours into the operation, Celty noticed my bullet wound and hit me on the head. She yanked me over to a vacant room where she brought out one of many of Shinra's first aid kits. 'Pull off your shirt NOW.' Celty typed furiously at her key board; I obeyed. She rummaged through the kit and brought a clear bottle out that looks like the stuff that burns like hell.
"Does that burn?" I ask wearily as she pours some on a cotton ball. She shakes her head and I still doubt her but let her do it any way. The moment she placed that damned cotton on my wound, I let out a pained cry. It is most definitely the burning kind! She quickly put the bandages on before typing on her keypad.
'That's what you get for not telling me. You'll have to wait for Shinra to get the bullet out. At least it won't get infected now.' I sat in the corner, trying my best to ignore her. I-I can't believe she lied to me! I sat in the corner pouting, every once in a while looking at Celty with glaring eyes. I know she's going to break sooner or later. She hates it when people are ignoring her or mad at her. Sure enough, Celty walked over to me and sat down in fetal position. 'I'm sorry Shizou. That was really mean of me. Forgive me?'I look over my shoulder at Celty to see her helmet was off and the black smoke coming from her neck was wavering as if she was sad. Shinra's the only one who can really tell what Celty is feeling but sometimes I can tell too. It looks like I let her feel guilty a little longer than I wanted her too so I nod in agreement and give her a warm smile. My smile faded when I realized where we were and what had happened.
'It's going to be okay Shizuo. Izaya will come out of this in 100% condition.' I give Celty a weary smile to reassure her that I'm not worrying but I don't think it works. The smoke wavers again and it seems that she is sad or disappointed. 'Shizuo? I thought you didn't care about him anymore. Well at least after he didn't remember anymore.' I looked at her once more and she knew she had me. I couldn't get out of answering her and it's not like I couldn't trust her at keeping this a secret. I didn't mind Shinra knowing since everything Celty knows, Shinra knows. It's common knowledge.
"It's not like I could stop caring. It's not his fault he forgot. It was an act these past few years really. It only seemed like I really hated him because I fell in the routine with fighting him. I myself forgot about what was true until I saw him again. I wish I had forgotten for good like him. It's not fair, damn it!" I could feel the tears start to stream down my face and Celty's hand rub circles on my shoulder.
Life is never fair when Izaya is at fault of all my troubles.
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