So This is my first fanfic of Shizaya. I wanted it to be longer, but I want to see how many reviews and stuff I receive before I write the next chapter. uwu~
Until then!
"So, Mr. Informant, feel high-minded now?" Hissed a brunette male - about the age between 18 or 25. Izaya couldn't tell. Dusk had set across the city and prevented any light shed in the darkened alley that he found himself laying in. He inhaled dust and coughed it out. His only reply was a snarky grin that only caused a foot in his stomach. He winced, but refused to expose any sign of weakness.
"I have every right to be as I am. If YOU were to be as high-minded as I, your brain will deteriorate faster than it regularly should." He took another hit to the stomach, grunting in pain. Crimson liquid fell from his lips that remained in that obnoxious grin.
"Shut the fuck up!" The boy scowled. Another kid from the large gang stepped up and spoke out. "Maybe if we knock the shit out of his brains, his attitude oughtta change." Others cheered with agreement. Izaya protested as he squirmed against the coarse ropes that bit into his skin. They closened in around the raven, chanting threats and smacking their weapons against their hands.
Izaya shut his eyes, there was nothing else he could do now. He just had to take what was coming to him now. He loved them all, though. He couldn't hate the beloved humans that spat at him and beat him. It was the masochism inside of him that was pleasured by this treatment. He heard the first hit, and audible grunts and shouts. His eyes fluttered open to see the gang thrown around the alley, a fairly large man standing before that panted tiredly. Izaya could feel himself be abruptly picked up and swung over a broad shoulder. He was unable to see the man, but it reeked of cigarettes and perspiration. "Thank you.." He managed to grunt out before his eyes grew heavy and his body fell limp against the body that held him.