Hello, NaturesShadows here, bringing you another chapter of reflected. I hope this is alright.
Disclaimer: I do not own this manga/anime. However I own this story, Reflected.
It was cold. Shadows swept into a confined space, eyes opened. He walked steadily towards the glass, peaking out, only to see dull crimson eyes staring back. Small hand reaching, stretching, holding the icy glass in hand, slowly moving towards his pale skin. The shard of mirror biting into his soft porcelain flesh, like a hot knife through butter. Blood splatted to the inky black floor below. Tears gently cascading down pale cheeks. The young boy plummets to the hard ground, fighting to stay conscious. He stilled. A pale corpse upon the ground, staring up with blank eyes. His blue lips moving, defying logic, as whispers fill the ears of the beholder.
"Eyes now opened…
Can you see yourself?
Reflected in the mirror,
The person you used to be,
You who lost themselves,
He who you refuse to be.
Behold your image,
For I am you, and you are me.
Wake up Izaya."
Izaya sat up gasping for breath. Looking this way and that, only to realize he was safe, tucked away in the comfortable confines of his blankets. He reached a hand to his forehead, wiping off the cold sweet that had formed there.
Tossing the blankets off him, he walked over to his wardrobe, crouched down on his knees, pulled out a pair of boxers, black skinny jeans and a black long sleeved shirt with a V-cut neckline. He forced himself to his feet and strolled over to the bathroom, placing the pile of clothes on the shelf beside the sink. Then he strode over to the shower and turned on the hot water, waited for it to warm, then the cold, satisfied with the temperature he wiped his forehead again and began removing his clothes, pants first, then boxers, then finally his shirt were tossed to the tiled floor below.
He stepped into the shower, closed his eyes and looked to the ceiling as trickles of water flowed over his face and body warming his chilled skin and calming his frayed nerves. Realizing a sign of pleasure he reached behind him, grasping the shampoo bottle. Squeezing, as the dollop of the gel forms in his hand. Izaya begins to massage the shampoo into his hair, then rinses. The foam slides down his body and clusters together at his feet, only to disappear into the drain.
Izaya departed the shower, snatched a white fluffy towel from the towel rack, and then he lightly began drying himself off, the soft texture of the towel providing a strange sort of comfort. Once he deemed himself dry, he pulled on his boxers, then his tight black skinny jeans when he unexpectedly heard the front door of his apartment open then close. '
That strange, Namie isn't supposed to be coming in today. Oh well maybe she forgot something yesterday.' He proceeded with putting on his long sleeve shirt.
He placed the towel over his shoulders to soak up any access water dripping from his hair, and made his way into his bedroom. Walking over to his bedside table, he snatched two switchblades of the table and tucked them into his sleeves. He then marched over to the stairs, and hoped down them one by one like a kid on a sugar high.
A smirk present on his lips he called out "Namie-chan, Namie-chan you here?"
After a few minutes with no reply, he raised an eyebrow, smirk falling from his face and a frown taking its place.
"Namie, you know it's not funny to play pranks on your boss. First the mirror, now this, someone better not complain when their pay check is deducted."
Sill no reply came. Izaya shivered slightly, as the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He started exploring his apartment, looking for the unidentified intruder. But he found no one.
'Strange… Maybe I'm still tired. Yep that must be it, I'm hearing things due to fatigue… Silly me.' He thought as he walked back over to his desk.
Only to stop and stare at the floor, his eyes growing wide when he witnessed the most bizarre thing. The mirror he had found yesterday was face up, the shards all together, as if the mirror was never broken. But Izaya knew it had been, for there were a few small holes where the missing pieces; the pieces he couldn't find where meant to go.
"W-what, no. No way…" Izaya whimpered as he started trembling.
He quickly spun around, and ran to the kitchen, he reached for the office phone, and began dialing numbers. Ring, ring, ring…
"Pick up, please, please, pick up, pick up." Izaya started mumbling, shocked and slightly afraid.
He prayed to whoever could hear him that the person on the other end of the line would pick up.
"Hello, Izaya, what's up, it's strange for you to call me so early in the morning, did you and Shizuo get into another fight? Hello? Hello, Iza-"
"Shut up Shinra!" Izaya yelled.
"I-Izaya?" Shinra's voice faltered in shock.
"Shinra, shut up. Something's happening, something I don't understand. I need you to send Celty over. Please Shinra. Please." Izaya begged, his voice wavering.
Shinra could only nod dumbfounded, on the other end of the line. "Y-yeah, I'll send her over, just wait outside ok?"
"T-thanks Shinra." Izaya sobbed, sliding down to the floor.
He felt broken, he didn't know why, he didn't care, but for some odd reason that mirror terrified him. He felt lost, like a child wondering blind within the dark of night. It was a strange and overpowering sensation. He needed to leave, he needed out, and he needed it now.
He picked himself up off the floor, and walked to the front door, opening it and throwing one last glance at the mirror on the floor. Instantly he regretted it, as he saw himself as a young child staring back, with big lifeless eyes. He ran out the door, slamming it behind him. Sprinting, as fast as he can, he ran down the stairs, ruling out the elevator completely, he made it to ground floor. Stepping outside into the rain.
'Huh, it's raining. I m-must be really out of it, if I didn't notice that before.'
He stood there in the cold pouring rain. Waiting for the headless rider, who was a lot less scary than that strange mirror he had left behind in his apartment. He started to feel faint, the rain echoing in his ears, his vision began blurring.
'No, n-not this again.' Izaya thought.
He felt sick, the world began spinning, his body temperature spiked. He fell to his knees, concentrating on steadying his uneven breaths. He sat there in the cold, shaking, alone, afraid, when all of a sudden he heard the call of a horse. Izaya looked up, as the Dullahan walked ran over to him, she took out the cell phone and frantically began tying.
(Are you alright? You don't look so good.) She 'asked' in a concerned tone.
Izaya shook his head and whispered, "I'll be alright. I just wanna leave."
Celty nodded her 'head', then helped him up. She created a shadow helmet, and got him to put it on. Then she got on the bike, Izaya followed close behind. He wrapped his arms around her waist, as they began to speed off into the cold rain, heading back to the doctors apartment. Celty grew more worried, when she felt Izaya shaking behind her, whether it be from the cold or something else, she did not know, but it frightened her that Izaya, the Izaya Orihara was acting like this. Like a lost child, terrified, helpless and alone.
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