-Needle through my heart-
a Shizaya fanfic
Shizuo Heiwajima was walking through the empty streets of Ikebukuro, hands in the pockets of his trousers and gaze forward, as he sensed something.
Izaya Orihara was nearby. In the years he had spent chasing him, he'd learned to feel when the raven-haired was around him.
And that was the case just now.
He turned his head, looking from side to side, half hoping that he would spot his enemy.
His footsteps could be heard on the asphalt and he prayed that Izaya wouldn't hear him, he liked to surprise him with his attacks although he was rarely successful with that.
He was lucky; Izaya's coat could be seen for a slight second when he jumped out of a yard into another.
"IZAYAAA..." The blonde spun around and ran after the other one, picking up a sign on the way, ready to throw it like he always did. The raven looked behind him, running away while pulling his blade out of god-knows-where, like he always did.
It was their own little routine and they both secretly kind of enjoyed it. Izaya loved how he could always get away, Shizuo loved how he could let all warnings behind him and make use of his strength.
The moment he threw the sign at him – which happened to be a "Stop" - Izaya disappeared behind a little wall, the sign crashed against it and made said wall crumble to pieces.
Shizuo was kind of satisfied with his work despite the fact he hadn't hit his enemy.
Stones lay all over the ground as he stepped nearer to the place where he had seen Izaya last.
There was still dust in the air as he approached the remains of the wall which clouded his sight, but even like that, he could clearly see that Izaya was long gone.
He cursed silently to himself; he let the raven-haired escape once again.
Not bothering to look around more, he turned around and wanted to walk away from the little scene he had made, not noticing that his enemy was suddenly right behind him, pressing a cold blade to his throat.
His eyes widened slightly; even Heiwajima Shizuo couldn't survive a slit-through throat.
"Hmm~ Shizu-chan, what will we do now...?"
This voice, dripping with mockery, could only belong to him. He wasn't there anymore! That couldn't be! Shizuo's heartbeat fastened when he heard footsteps behind him.
He tried to spin around, but the moment he attempted to move his head, the knife pressed into his throat, leaving a thin bloody line behind. He decided it wouldn't be wise to turn his head further.
Suddenly, he heard that voice right behind his ear: "Shizu-chan... I got you... finally you're mine~"
Okay, that was new. Izaya had never said anything like that. But then again, this was the first time Izaya had actually managed to capture Shizuo.
Second, the flea sounded slightly off. Somehow... not exactly tired, but he was panting, not in pain, but he sounded like there was... something.
But right now was the wrong time to think about that. The flea had him, for real.
"You fucking flea, let me go already." "Why should I~?" "You have no reason to keep me either."
Izaya seemed to think about that a little while, before he released his knife from the blonde's throat.
"I'll let you go for this time. But don't you dare to think I'm soft! That is, if you can think that far~"
He was almost gone, his chuckle still ringing in the blonde's ear. But his instincts were kicking in and he took two quick steps before he was at the raven's side, ramming his elbow into the his enemy's ribcage. Said one choked and held his chest while pain flickered over his eyes.
Shizuo walked away, quite happy with the day.
-time skip, Shizuo-
Shizuo lay in his bed, thinking about the afternoon.
This day had been a premiere, not only had he managed to actually hurt Izaya, the flea had captured him before. Did that mean he had gotten careless? Weak? Or was the flea stronger?
He had no idea.
Also, why had his enemy sounded so off-tuned...? If it wasn't Izaya, Shizuo would've said he was frightened because he had the feeling Izaya was shivering behind him. The flea's hand against his throat had felt cold and maybe even damp and it was clearly shaking.
What was also bothering him, was that he felt slightly uncomfortable while saying that he had hurt the flea.
Every time that thought crossed his mind, he flinched a little bit. What was going on? He wasn't supposed to think that. But well, who cares?
Exactly, no one.
With this thought, he drifted asleep.
-Izaya-
That bastard had really gotten him. He held his side, careful not to move too much or his injury – which probably consisted of one to three damaged ribs and some severe bruises – would only get worse. He had to go to Shinra, although he knew that the underground doctor would only shake his head and tell him not to fight anymore.
Limping and walking really slow, he made his way to the doctor's lab, knocking weakly on the door. It was almost pushed into his face, revealing a worried Shinra.
Izaya grinned slightly and walked in without even waiting for the other to say something.
"Izaya! What happened to you? Were you hit by a car? Was it Shizuo? I thought I told you to-"
"Shut it right there, Shinra. I just need a bandage or something, would that be possible?"
"Of course, but you really have to stop this fighting with Shizuo, it will be your end and-"
he stopped when he saw that Izaya wasn't listening anymore.
After looking at the would critically for quite a while, putting his thumbs here and there, always receiving a slight hiss from Izaya and pulling various bottles and bandages out of cupboards, he finally started to treat his waist.
"So, Izaya, one rib is seriously damaged, it's not broken yet but only a false movement away from breaking. Be careful. And with careful, I mean no chasing, no running, no jumping over whatever, not getting involved in any fights and no acrobatics. Also, I would recommend you to simply move as little as possible and – this is important – don't stand up quickly. Especially when you were laying before. It could cause bending movements which may break your rib. And as a last advice, stop that damn fighting with Shizuo. It's not good for both of you!"
Izaya sighed and left the lab, with some painkillers and substitute bandages.
He as well as Shizuo knew he couldn't just stop that fighting and chasing. It wasn't nearly as easy as Shinra made it sound.
This fighting was his and Shizuo's drug.
Speaking of drugs.
He locked his apartment open, letting himself fall on the couch and taking off his coat and shirt. His left arm was red and full of little marks at the crook, the remains of too many needles piercing his veins.
The remains of his suffering.
Carefully, he took a new needle out of his cupboard, slowly unwrapped it and put it in the syringe, filled it with the liquid he needed so desperately.
He put it to his arm and while he breathed out deeply, he felt the needle pressed to his skin and going further.
A sigh of relief escaped his mouth as the drug rushed through his veins, cheering up his mind and warming his body.
He felt his limbs going weak and leaned against the couch, wanting to sleep but unable to because of the stimulants flowing through his body.
He needed it and he hated it. But the need was stronger.
After a few hours, the drug's effects started to weaken and he could move properly again. His mouth was dry, but the water he drank tasted like crap to his drugged nerves and he spit it in the sink.
He wasn't as addicted as some other ones. He didn't need shots every day and he could function properly again after some hours.
But his mind still screamed for the needle once or twice a week.
Just now, he had been very close to turkey* - very dangerous when fighting with somebody like Shizuo. He had to be more careful, but that didn't mean he would stop.
He threw the painkillers in the trash can. He was sane enough to know that any kind of medicine would only mess with the heroine in his blood and maybe kill him, and that wasn't a very pleasant thought.
After the drug's effects had were weak enough to think clear again, he fell asleep right away. No need to eat, no need to drink, no need to undress properly, no need to think. Just wait until your body wants the next shot.
Just wait until your body takes the next step to being destroyed.
Izaya didn't even realize he was crying as his eyes closed and he drifted off to a restless sleep filled with nightmares.
Thank you so much for reading! Constructive criticism & reviews in general are always welcome, please tell me if I made any mistakes, because English isn't my native language.
*turkey: A slang word from the drug scene, it describes a cold, goosebump-like feeling that occurs while heroine withdrawal.
