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Izaya frowned slightly.
Shinra had to be joking right?
He had seen Shizuo's dead body with his own eyes and there was no way he was still alive. He had felt the coldness that only death could bring, started into those glazed over eyes that held no life.
It was just impossible.
Although, this was Shizuo they were talking about, and he had come to expect the impossible from this man.
"Is that so?" Izaya replied coolly, choosing to appear uninterested even though his heart was beating erratically in his chest.
"It's a miracle, but yes."
"What happened to him?"
Izaya couldn't stop himself from asking even if he wanted to. Unlike all the other toys he had, Shizuo was the only one that still managed to entertain him. The other toys had all fallen apart and broken over the many years of experimental play he had put them through. Yet with Shizuo, no matter how much you twisted, bended, or snapped him, he would always surprise you with something new.
He just refused to break. So why now?
"Would you like to see him?"
Izaya merely nodded his head as he stood to follow Shinra down the dark hallway. He was surprised the doctor had even invited him to see the blond. After all, didn't he think that he had organized for this to happen?
"I'll warn you now Izaya, he isn't in the best state."
The informant waited for his eyes to adjust as he walked into the dimly lit small room. The foul smell of disinfectant and old blood filled the air causing Izaya to scrunch up his nose, the soft sound of beeping filled the empty silence. Izaya swallowed as his eyes flicked to the bed that was next to the window. A still body lay under white sheets, the moonlight highlighting the blond locks.
Izaya released the breath he hadn't even realized that he had been holding as he slowly approached the bed. He felt his stomach churn uncomfortably as he looked down at the blond's pale, gaunt face.
He almost looked dead. Almost.
An IV drip was connected to Shizuo's right arm as he lay there, giving him the nutrients his body needed. Other random cords were attached to his body as well, yet the informant wasn't interested in all of those things.
Shizuo, the undefeatable monster of Ikebukuro, was lying in a bed, unconscious and injured. Most people would find this to be impossible, Izaya included. Yet, this situation was very different from the one alleyway. Something about the reality of this made Izaya's blood run cold. If Shizuo could be injured like this, could he also one day find himself in a similar situation? Lying in Shinra's spare room like some helpless fool.
He shuddered.
This was wrong. This whole thing was just wrong. The blond shouldn't be like this, he should be screaming that degrading nickname and trying to chase him out of "his town". He definitely should not be lying here looking so…
Human.
Izaya snapped as he grabbed the front of the white gown Shinra had placed him in and began to shake him
"Wake up!" He screamed. "Stop faking and get up! I've sent a countless amount of gangs after you, had you shot, and stabbed you! Yet all those times you just stood right back up and swung some freakishly heavy object at me! So why now?"
Izaya didn't even notice as hands wrapped around his own arms and tried to pull him away from the blond.
"Why won't you wake up? What's wrong with you? Why aren't you dead? Tell me!"
Izaya cursed as he was suddenly pulled away from the bodyguard, fighting against the shadows that were wrapped around his waist and arms. He gave a cry of frustration as he slumped down to the floor.
Both Shinra and Celty exchanged a quick look of horror before the doctor turned to tend to Shizuo. Celty watched as Izaya sat on the floor panting, she would be lying if she said that his little outburst hadn't scared her. She had never seen the informant express an emotion that he hadn't wanted others to see before. In fact, she had often wondered if he was actually capable of feeling human emotions at all. It often appeared as though he didn't have any. So for her, this experience was more than a little distressing.
Izaya didn't even notice when the shadows had unwrapped themselves from around his waist and arms, or even when he had gotten up and walked back into the loungeroom. He was ashamed of himself, he felt so open and vulnerable. He had let what was going inside of him show on the outside, and the results were not pretty.
Everything in his life was controlled; from the type of food he ate to the humans he chose to socialize with.
Everything was under his control.
For him to let his true emotions out like that, it scared him. He was starting to lose the control he had over his own mind and body, and over that stupid protozoan of all things…
Izaya jumped as Celty tapped him on the back and motioned for him to sit down on the couch, handing him a cup of tea. She gave him a small pat on the head as he sat down and stared into the swirling steam that was rising out of his cup. He could feel the tension in the air. There was no hiding it; everyone in this room was obviously feeling uncomfortable.
[Are you feeling any better?]
"I'm feeling fine," Izaya replied coolly, putting on a fake smile in order to try and hide what was really going on inside of his head.
"Izaya…"
Shinra gave a frustrated sigh as he sat down next to him, Celty soon joining him on his other side.
"Really, I'm fine."
"Haha, I don't know how to put this Izaya, but we believe you now…"
"Believe me about what?"
"About not being responsible for what happened to Shizuo."
"Oh! So now that I have something akin to a mental breakdown over that beast in there, I'm suddenly not responsible?"
"We're sorry Izaya," Shinra said as he gave an apologetic smile, "You have to understand that you were the obvious conclusion to jump to. We didn't know that you felt that way about Shizuo."
Izaya's crimson eyes narrowed.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Izaya, after all of the years I have known you, I have only ever seen you act that way once. For you to show any type of real emotion is like seeing a Bunyip in the Australian outback. Now whether you're in love with him or something like that, it's really none of my business. Yet, you have to admit it Izaya, you must have some sort of feelings for Shizuo."
Both Celty and Shinra jumped as Izaya slammed his cup down on the table, hot tea sloshing out over the sides and down the cup.
"You actually think I'm in love with Shizu-chan? You have got to be kidding me!"
"Izaya, you can't deny it…"
The informant growled as he stood up from the couch and stormed off towards the door, slamming it shut as he exited the apartment.
He kicked a stray can as he walked towards the train station. How dare Shinra make such a suggestion! To think that he, Orihara Izaya, would have feelings for Shizuo of all people. The whole idea of it was just stupid. They hated each other, always had and always will. The blond was nothing but a thorn in his side.
However, as much as seeing Shizuo in that room had scared him, he was also slightly relieved at the fact that he was still alive. As exciting as it was to find one's sworn enemy dead, over the past week he had been feeling sort of…
Empty.
Almost as if a part of him had died with Shizuo. But, now he had found out that he was still alive, he could feel himself becoming whole again.
To be honest, he had never really given much thought to the whole "dating" and "relationship" thing. While he did love all of humanity, that love could never be directed at just one person in particular. He of course could recognize beauty when he saw it, but he had never actually been physically attracted to anyone…
Izaya cursed as he punched a nearby wall, pain shooting up his arm as his fist connected with the cold bricks. Why was he even thinking about this? Nothing was making sense anymore. He was starting to wish that had never found Shizuo's stupid body in that alleyway.
The informant jumped as he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He threw his phone in the nearby bin as he read the message.
[You're always welcome to come and see him.]
AN:
Okay, I said I would have had this chapter up sooner, but time really does fly when you are having fun. Also my dad has been visiting, so my time to write had all but vanished. But he is leaving tomorrow. I think I forgot to mention that this story is highly influenced by a song called 0330 by U-KISS. U-KISS are a fantastic band and 0330 is an equally fantastic song. Go listen to it everyone!