I slowly opened my eyes. Huh..? This isn't my apartment... Why am I laying in the street? Oh, god, my head...
"Oi! Fleabag, you dead yet?!" I heard the roar of someone's voice coming closer to me. I yelped in fear, struggling when I was lifted up by my collar.
"S-Shizu-chan! Hi! W-what's wrong?" I stammered, seeing a positively livid expression on my best friend's face.
"Don't play dumb with me you little asshole!" Suddenly, I went flying back into the wall of the nearest building. I quickly struggled to my feet, shocked by my own quick recovery.
"S-Shizu-chan, listen, let's just talk this out, p-please!" I felt myself shaking.
"Well, well, Izaya-kun, you want me to believe you had a change of heart, huh?!" He started calm, voice raising to a roar.
"W-what do you mean? I-it's you who's acting weird!" I quickly turned on my heel, darting off, only to have him chase after me. Maybe Shinra can help, yeah, of course Shinra can help! My brain seemed to go on autopilot, taking me running through alleyways until I reached Shinra's apartment, thankfully without that terrifying monster pretending to be Shizu-chan following me.
"Shinra! Shinra Shinra Shinra! S-something's wrong with Shizu-chan!" I screamed, kicking the door with all my strength.
"Izaya? What are you talking about?" Shinra opened the door, a slight annoyed look on his face.
"Shinra! S-Shizu-chan hates me! He tried to kill me! I-I don't know how I survived!" I felt tears falling from my eyes, faster than I could stop them.
"Oh. That's normal, I don't get why you're acting like it's so strange. You aren't even that badly hurt. Bleeding a little, but otherwise, you're fine. I'll patch you up if you're so worried though." I caught him rolling his eyes.
"Th-thank you Shinra!" I smiled, and scurried inside, quickly seating myself on the couch.
"IZAAYAA-KUUN! I know you're here!" Came the deafening roar of the fake Shizu-chan. I dove under Shinra's coffee table before he could see me, shielding my head with my arms.
"Oh, hello Shizuo! You're looking for Izaya? He's here some...where.." Shinra smiled, giving an expressive gesture with open arms.
"Iiiizaaayaaa-kuuun~ Come out and plaaaaay~" A positively gleeful smile spread across Shizuo's face. I whimpered softly, poking my head out from under the table for a split second. I felt someone grab my leg, dragging me out from under the table, leaving me dangling upside down.
"P-please let me go!"
"Caaaaught youuuuu~" An off key rumbling song came from Shizu-chan's throat.
"P-please, just put m-me down S-Shizu-ch-chan!" I wailed, waving my arms and legs as frantically as possible.
"You scared?" He hummed gleefully, grinning down at me.
"P-please..." Without so much as a noise, he threw me to the ground, my head hitting the coffee table. I saw a brief glimpse of what looked like a hospital, before jolting upright, only to see Shizu-chan stomping off.
"What did you you do this time Izaya? You must've really pissed him off." Shinra shook his head in a disapproving manner.
"I-I didn't d-do anything, I swear to god Shinra!" I wept, totally avoiding his gaze, "W-why does S-Shizu-chan hate m-me...?"
"Uh, is something up with your head? You and Shizuo have always hated each other. Ever since high school." Shinra lifted an eyebrow quizzically.
"D-don't either of y-you get it...? Y-you and me and Shizu-chan h-have been friends since high school, n-not enemies..." I cried, shoulders heaving with hard sobs.
"How hard did you hit your head when he threw you..?" Shinra mused, more thinking out loud than asking me the question.
"S-Shinra, please, l-listen to me!" I bawled, struggling to my feet.
"I don't think you have any major injuries. And how am I supposed to know that you're not just screwing with everyone?" Shinra doesn't care.
"F-fine... S-since I'm so h-hated, I-I'll j-just go home, where I-I won't burden you all..." I forced out my words, averting my gaze and running out of the apartment in tears, down the stairs, since I couldn't wait for the elevator. I want to scream and cry, but it won't do me any good...
I slowly trudged up to my apartment in Shinjuku, glad it was unchanged in location. I opened the door. Empty... I walked to the desk, not particularly caring at this moment that it wasn't in the right place at all, or that my piano was completely gone. I laid my tired head down on the cold desk, falling asleep.
"Hello? Izaya. Izaya, what are you doing?!" My eyes shot open at a familiar cold, female voice. My half asleep body launched itself straight at the source.
"Namie, p-please! Y-you have to h-help m-me!" I couldn't stop the tears, and I latched on tighter to my beloved housekeeper's waist, uncontrollable sobs slamming my body.
"Ugh. What are you talking about?" Her tone was bitter and scornful.
"E-everyone's a-acting weird!" I blubbered, burying my face in her chest.
"I see "everyone" turned around and gave you your just desserts.." She just rolled her eyes at me.
"B-b-but I-I d-didn't d-do a-anything N-Namie!"
"Did you go see that doctor friend of yours? There's obviously something wrong with your head, if YOU think you're the one in the right here.." She scoffed. I jumped when my phone started ringing, and fumbled for it in my pockets, unlatching myself from her. Maybe Shizu-chan wants to apologize or something! My heart sank when I saw the caller ID.. Who in the world is Shiki-san? I answered the call timidly.
"H-hello? W-who is this...?"
"What are you talking about, Orihara? And why haven't you answered any of my calls for the past two days?" A cold, male voice was on the other line, and I could almost hear him glaring at me.
"T-two days...?"
"You have a job for me, I hope you remember."
"O-of course I remember!" I quickly lied, before hanging up.
"You slept for two days. I thought you were dead. I came I yesterday, you were sleeping like a rock. Not that I'd really mind if you just dropped dead in your sleep.." Namie rolled her eyes. I quickly shoved my phone into my pocket again.
"I-I guess I was a-asleep for a while.." I have to figure out what's wrong with everyone! This is scary! I'm so worried, they'll hurt each other or other people if they keep acting like this! They don't care about anyone!
"No kidding. I'm leaving now, goodbye." And just like that, I was alone. Now that I had some peace and quiet, I noticed, my body felt more than a bit different. I looked down at my wrists. Any cuts I'd made were gone.. My skin was totally clean.. That's different... I've had scars on my arms since middle school, I almost forgot what clean skin looked like.. I softly walked into the bathroom, and paused in front of the mirror.
"S-so... M-maybe this is another me..?" I stared at myself. I definitely looked... Shadier, I guess would be the right thing to call this me. Taller, narrower eyes, shorter, spikier hair, a perpetual slight smirk on my lips. I sighed sadly, looking away from my own reflection. I slowly reached into the pockets of my coat, which, thankfully, was quite similar to one of my favorite coats. In the pockets, were three cellphones, two wallets, and various knives. I pulled out a knife that reminded me of one I kept on me for self defense... And.. Something else.. It was a simple flickblade, with a smooth, black handle, and a shiny, sharp blade. I slowly dragged the knife along the palm of my hand, creating a long, thin cut. I set down the knife on the counter, and rolled up my sleeves. Tears burned the corners of my eyes as I slowly dragged the blade horizontally along my unmarked wrist. I halted suddenly, dropping the knife onto the floor, and falling to my knees. I laid down on the cold tile floor of the bathroom, my body heaving with hard, loud sobs.
"I-I feel s-so worthless..." I cried softly, looking up at the ceiling. I fumbled for my phone, one of them at least, shakily going through my contacts from Shizu-chan's number.
"What the FUCK do you want, flea?!" Ah, what a nice greeting..
"H-hi Shizu-chan.. D-do you wish I-I was dead..?" I gripped the phone tightly, sobbing softly.
"Why the hell are you asking? Of course I want your shitty ass dead!" He snarled at me.
"O-oh... Glad to know... I-I'll go and die, then... I-I'll go jump off the roof of my apartment building.. M-maybe I'll set myself on fire.. Ha-ha... M-maybe hang myself.. O-or bleed out in the tub.." I murmured, smiling to stop my tears.
"What the hell, flea?! Since when are you suicidal?!" Shizu-chan yelled.
"I-I wanna die, S-Shizu-ch-chan.. I-I wanna die! P-please... L-let me die! L-let me j-just kill myself, p-please!" I sobbed into the phone, and by some miracle, I heard my Shizu-chan, my best friend...
"Izaya, listen to me. You can't kill yourself, I won't let you, you dumbass.." Shizu-chan's soft, low voice said, calm but harsh.
"B-b-but I w-wanna die... S-Shizu-chan, let m-me end it... N-nobody loves me..." I looked at my phone screen, and I just couldn't stop the tears when I saw that Shizu-chan had hung up.. He's leaving me all alone.. I feel sick.. I slowly got to my feet, and staggered to my room, laying down on the bed.
I want to end it... But I'm just too tired...
I'm too tired... Even to die...
A/N: Hello everybody. Thank you for reading this heartless piece of Izaya Orihara torture. Just so everyone knows, I'm going to be alternating between one chapter of the normal Izaya, then one chapter focusing on this Izaya. Aah, poor, poor Izaya (/;-;)/