Part 2: Shizuo
Shizuo sighed to himself while flipping through a few trivial emails that Dollars had sent out. "Why am I part of this crap..." He had been having an irratating day already with work and on top of that, stupid Izaya's name kept being brought up by random people on the street, over and over and over again. Almost like he had paid people off to do that whenever he was around solely to piss him off. "What the hell just bit me!" Feeling a sharp sting he looked down and saw a young man, maybe 21 standing beside him, his body trembling all over. "What is wrong with you?" Shizuo followed the random guy's eyes to the knife that was sticking deep into his arm. The blonde man raised an eyebrow as he lifted his arm up to watch the blood drip down and splash onto the pavement.
"I..s-sorry!" The stranger grabbed the knife and pulled it forward, the blade slicing through his skin even more. "Oh..oh god!" Clearly he had meant to pull it out, not make it worse. Shizuo grabbed the man's wrist and pulled it up to yank the blade from his red and swollen flesh. Seemingly terrified, he backed away from Shizuo, tripping over his feet before he turned to run away.
Shizuo looked back and forth at his surroundings before once again sighing to himself,the day was progressively getting worse and the sun was still fairly high in the sky. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he walked towards the doctors apartment. He was well aware that he was drawing attention to himself due to the blood dripping down the side of his clothes, he just didn't care. Lost in thought of his shitty day he didn't realize where he was until Shinra grabbed him as he started to cross the street, directly in front of a car. "Shizuo!" The shorter man held on to his left arm, his eyes watching the blood drip down his right arm. Startled from being grabbed, Shizuo looked around aggravated at the building crowd of onlookers. "Let's get that taken care of OK?" Shinra grinned up at him.
Shizuo smirked, prying his fingers off of his arm, "I was actually just on my way to see you. Don't particularly like anyone else helping me with stuff like this." While he followed behind Shinra, the doctor spoke in his typical rabid speed, meanwhile Shizuo half listened behind him, not even bothering to make any sound that he was paying attention. Shizuo grinned to himself, Shinra's understanding of him was one of the things he loved in his shitty existence. That man never pestered him, never poked and prodded. He actually allowed him to exist in his own world and that's all he wanted to do. Unlike that asshole Izaya. "Go ahead and sit down, I'll grab my supplies. You actually got lucky, I just picked up some painkillers from my contact if you want some." Shinra unlocked his door to his home and ambled into his bedroom, meanwhile Shizuo ignored the offer and grabbed a dish towel from a kitchen drawer. He sat down on the couch, holding the towel under his still dripping arm while he waited. Shinra smiled at him as he rejoined him and sat down on the couch beside him. "You are always so considerate when you come over covered in blood Shizuo."
"Contrary to what you might have heard about me, I am not an animal." Shizuo allowed Shinra to rest his injured arm on his leg and clean the wound with hydrogen peroxide. "Besides..Celty will kill me if I ruin another couch." Shinra snorted to himself just before pushing the needle into his skin.
"Please don't do that to me right before I start giving you stitches Shizuo!" He looked up at the handsome blonde and smiled, then returned his attention to the task at hand. "This is a pretty decent sized cut you got. I doubt you do, but do you need anything for the pain?" Shinra continued pushing the needle through his red skin, and pulling it tight to tighten the hold.
Shizuo laid his head back onto the couch while he did his work. "When have I ever?" They remained silent after that for a few minutes. Neither man having much to say. As he was about to finish up Shinra ran his finger over his work, commenting on how it might leave a decent sized scar after it finishing healing. "That little bastard..." Shizuo opened his eyes and looked down to at the stitches. "When I see that little shit again I will rip his face off!" He caught the towel Shinra tossed at him and gently dabbed up any left over blood before tossing it down onto the table and heading out for a smoke. He lit his cigarette as he looked out at his city and sighed, his head was beginning to hurt.
He felt Shinra's gaze, "Do you know-" Shizuo took a drag off his cigarette, he already knew where it was going, no need to listen anymore.
"No..some little shithead from a gang I think. He had some color on him, I didn't particularly care to pay attention to what colors. None of that really matters to me. I would have beat the shit out of him right then but he looked scared to death." That of course was a lie. Shizuo had seen the blue, but he didn't care to get involved in more gang wars. He also didn't feel like answering anymore questions, his head was starting to throb. He had barely heard Shinra mention something about his hands, the throbbing was becoming so much louder it was drowning out his voice. Confused Shizuo lifted his hands up and looked at them. Unsure of the problem he walked inside the apartment, his stay having reached it's end. Shizuo kept hearing the murmur of Shinra's voice, even after he waved him away. He reached out for the door handle and his world was suddenly brought back to full volume when he felt Shinra's fingers squeeze down on his freshly sealed wound. The pain shot up his arm and straight into his skull. He quickly turned on his heel, his fingers grabbing onto Shinra's collar as he lifted him off the floor. "That fucking hurt! Do you want to die tonight? Because I can make that happen you know." Shizuo's vision was slowly being enveloped with a white hue, his anger had intensified so much so that he was started to lose his grip on reality. However he managed to drop Shinra and grab the door handle. The pain in his head was making it difficult to think, but he knew he didn't want to kill him. "I am just fine. Just got some stuff on my mind is all." Talking calmly like that took every inch of will power he had in him. However once he felt the doctor grab onto his leg, that left over will power drained out of him immediately. "Shinra... I swear I will beat you within an inch of your life if you do not let go of my leg." Once again he heard him starting to talk again. The throbbing was growing worse in his head and he didn't understand a word Shinra said. Shizuo heard only his own thoughts, and just barely. Damnit...Damnit...Damnit...DAMNIT! Shizuo lifted up his injured arm and swung down, straight into the side of Shinra's face. He felt his teeth the moment they smashed into his fist. Finally feeling his leg being released he grabbed on to the door and swung it hard, unaware of the damage he caused it as he stormed out.
Shizuo looked furious as ever as he mumbled to himself while walking across town. After about a mile of walking Shizuo stopped and stood outside a local ramen stand, hoping food would help his headache. Maybe he should have taken Shinra up on the drugs, but it was to late for that now. Walking for a while seemed to have helped a bit, since it was no longer as severe. Shizuo ignored everyone that walked behind him as he stood there, he could hear their murmurs but quite frankly didn't give a damn. After being the way he is for as long as he has been, Shizuo has grown used to the sounds of fear, and that of admiration as well. Blood was seeping down from his injury, most likely ripped open when he punched Shinra. The older gentleman working the stand held out his bowl of ramen with a terrified smile while Shizuo pulled the money from his wallet. At the exact moment of placing the bills onto the man's outstretched hand he heard a familiar sound, a cheerful humming that passed behind him. The humming man stopped next to him and looked up and down his right arm. Slowly Shizuo turned and looked down at the brunette man wearing a black coat that had a fur trim around the hood. "Izaya...I am not in the mood for your crap right now." The noodle cook gently sat the bowl down in front of Shizuo then turned his attention to Izaya.
"Can I please have a bowl of udon noodles? With chicken please." Izaya sat down on a stool that was in front of him. Annoyed, but having already payed for his food, Shizuo sat down beside him and quietly began to eat his meal. "So what caused you to go and break little Shinra's door? Not that I'm surprised of course, a real human would never do such a thing,but you are far from human aren't you Shizu-chan?" Izaya smirked watching the corner of Shizuo's eye twitch from anger. "There really is no need to get so agitated Shizu-chan, I'm simply planning on eating a bowl of noodles with an old high school friend." Izaya grinned seeing the noodles placed in front of him.
Shizuo sighed sitting down his chopsticks. "What do you want..?" He turned to face the smaller man beside him. Shizuo was in an a terrible mood but he had no intent on destroying the stand, if he could remain calm.
Izaya played with his chopsticks casually, "Absolutely nothing." He laughed seeing the anger grow on Shizuo's face. "Why does that make you so angry Shizu-chan? Do you want me to be doing something wrong? Do you really wish to be a monster that badly?" Shizuo felt his head beginning to throb again, he either wanted to curl up somewhere quiet or destroy everything..he wasn't sure which yet. He noticed the world around him was starting to get blurry. "Shizu-chan? Are you still with me?" Izaya laughed watching Shizuo starting to waver. The sound of his laughter was the last thing he heard before everything went black.
When he woke up, the world was still a bit hazy, but only at first. Blinking from the bright light Shizuo covered his eyes with his arm. "Shizuo? Are you OK?" He could hear a familiar voice but his brain wasn't catching up to him yet. "Shizuo..you passed out at a noodle stand." He heard a heavy sigh. "I knew you weren't OK when you left earlier." Shizuo lifted his arm up enough to see Shinra sitting next to him, he looked around confused.
"Am..am I in your bed?" Shizuo tried to sit up but was gently pushed back down. He looked around at the cozy bedroom then squinted back at Shinra under his arm, still mildly confused.
"You needed to rest and this was bound to be more comfortable then my couch." Shizuo covered his eyes back up again and relaxed into the pillow. "Is the light bothering you?" He heard concern in Shinra's voice, then heard him moving. "I'll turn it off for now.." he turned the light off and returned to his side. "Now that you are awake I need to do a quick check up and then you will be taking a nice long nap. Celty has off on a big job tonight so you don't have to worry about her coming back." He smiled seeing Shizuo obediently lower his arms and open his eyes. "How were you feeling before you passed out?"
Shizuo sighed and glanced over at him. "Shitty. I had a pounding headache. I wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone, and to top it off Izaya showed up."
Shinra frowned, "How long had your head been hurting?" Shizuo ran his fingers through is blonde hair while he tried to think.
"It was after I got stitched up I think..I can't really remember to much." Shinra watched the hair fall freely through his fingers as he spoke, admired it as it bounced against his skin. "How did I get here?" Shizuo asked calmly.
Shinra smirked taking his temperature, "I got a call from a friend that saw you pass out, they thought it would be better if I took care of you then you going to an actual hospital. "That being said, I need you to get some rest. I have some liquid morphine, It'll help you sleep as well as help you cope with the pain. On top of that.." Shinra poked his arm softly, "I had to restitch that up. If it wasn't going to leave a scar before it sure as hell is now. If you sleep for a while then I know that it's healing." Shizuo moved to refuse but Shinra had already pushed the needle into his vein. Shinra smiled at the angry face that glared at him. "Don't fight it Shizuo."