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Broken Wing
A Durarara! Fic by Arisa Maxwell
Disclaimer: Durarara! is not mine. Izaya is- I wish.
Chapter Three: Anomaly
… This is so unpleasant.
Izaya couldn't help but to think that way. Everyone's staring at him, and somehow that felt… weird. His beloved humans would not notice him that way, and Izaya was fine with the role of an observer. But now… it was rather like the focus was moved, to him, and he didn't feel comfortable at all.
What's up with them?
"Izaya," a low voice surprised Izaya, and he turned just to see Simon, with his usual attire- but not with his usual expression. Rather than showing a playful attitude, he looked at him with… wait, what? Did Simon just give him that look?
"Izaya, I know it wasn't you," Simon said.
"What?" Izaya frowned. As the most capable informant around, he must've known already if there were some rumors going around, especially if it was about him. "What's about me?"
"About Shizuo's death," Simon replied, "I know you weren't the one who killed him."
Izaya laughed. "Now you too, Simon? You've been fooled by Shinra too? Or you worked together with him? That was so unfunny, Simon. I've been dating him just fine."
"…Izaya, he's dead."
"I can't date dead people, you know," said Izaya in a sing-song voice. "Seriously, how could Shinra even convince people that he's dead? He's just an underground doctor. Or maybe he used Celty? I wonder why Celty agreed-"
"Izaya, you should not lie to yourself," said Simon in Russian.
"And why do you think I'm lying?" replied Izaya in Japanese, again with his usual sing-song tune.
"Someone who ran from reality would not get anything," Simon said, again in Russian.
"… Enough of that," Izaya replied in Russian, which means he was serious now. "I don't want to hear anymore lies from you, Simon."
Izaya turned to leave, but he could still hear Simon's last words in Russian,
You can never escape reality, they will always follow you everywhere, just like a shadow.
"…The hell with everyone," Izaya ran to his apartment, followed with thousands of eyes on him wherever he goes. He locked himself inside of his apartment, after telling Namie to go home.
"The hell…" Izaya bit his lips in frustration. "The hell is going on with all my humans?! Why couldn't I calculate this?! What going on?!" It was… scary for Izaya. This was the first time he lost control of his humans, all of them at once.
"Everyone's being like Shizu-chan, they are unpredictable…" Izaya smirked, but the sweat on his temple told that he was really upset about this "The hell… I had… to ask him…"
Izaya flipped his cellphone open, calling him. His protozoan. His violent monster.
"The number you dialed is-"
Before the operator could finish her sentence, Izaya already threw that across the room, and his tenth cellphone hit the wall hard. "Goddammit, where is he?! How dare he mess with me, protozoan!" Izaya gritted his teeth.
Losing control was just unthinkable for someone like Orihara Izaya.
He was the God of Ikebukuro! He knew everything, he understood everything, but yet how could he lose control?!
"This… the hell… Shizu-chan…" Izaya slumped to the floor, hugging his knees. "Save me…"
Let me go there!
To be continued.
Finally. An update. I'm sorry that it took so long, that was purely my fault (;w;) I will work hard to update quicker! Thank you for everyone who spent their precious time just to read this story! I appreciate it so much! If you mind, please leave review or follow and favorite this story, it would function as my mood booster \^^/
