~BlackDragon41~
Recovery~
Chapter 4: Wounds
Disclaimer: I do not own Durarara, no need to make that clear now because we all know. However, the disclaiming is to prevent possible-future lawsuits. Enjoy.
Izaya
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A blinding light consumed my vision as well as my hearing almost instantaneously, there was absolutely no time to react to the explosion.
I grimaced from the sudden pang in my stomach.
I felt small sharp projectiles piercing into my arms and legs, most of it plunged into my mid abdomen and the sheer force and velocity of the metal spray sent me flying backwards onto my back. All at once, my operating senses worked together to fill my body with ache and aggravation. My nerve endings had intensely flared as each of the individual hot chips of shrapnel sunk into my flesh, magnifying the pain from the slightest stimulus. I didn't need to touch and feel for the fragments protruding my stomach, each breath made it clearly evident where I had been struck by the shards of metal. It was a shame that my body had used up all of the reserves of adrenaline from the sniper's agonizing shot. All of it had been wasted by temporarily blocking a lesser pain, my pathetic attempts to stand up on my wounded leg, and my scuffling encounter with Shizu-Chan. I basically had no strength left to move around or withstand the excruciating tenderness now.
A horrid taste of dust and mixed chemicals entered my lungs when I involuntarily gasped from the acute ache, leaving a lasting intense burning sensation that worked it's way up and down my esophagus as I breathed. It burned rather unpleasantly and left my mouth dry and itchy. I've never thirsted for water more.
The smell was nauseating and stomach churning too. The smoldering stench of smoke and various vapors made my head spin and throb. It was getting hard to concentrate properly. …
My most reliable senses though, were in a frenzy. Like my sight was distorted and my hearing became impaired, while the others; like touch, taste and smell, functioned perfectly to my dislike. So it would seem as my own body was working against me and my survival, to top that… I won't have enough strength to even twitch when Shizu-Chan snaps my neck.
Speaking of the monster now. I wheezed as he faintly ghosted into my blurred vision.
"Izaya?" I heard his faded voice…
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"…Izaya?" He sounded even louder that time.
Quit calling my name damn it! I leaned up and the metal shards slipped in deeper. I hissed and shrieked. … Can't focus… Goddamn it, I shouldn't of moved! I lie back to reduce the increasing stress. … Heh. Like it would matter when Shizu-o stomps down and crushes my chest in triumph. I closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable to happen. The swell of death to pick me up and carry me away.
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… Nothing happened to my surprise. My eyes opened and focused on his impassive expression gazing down upon me.
Why must he always be so unpredictable?
He just leaned down and stared at me with those disgusting sympathetic eyes. I don't need his pity and nor do I want it. But still…, why didn't he take that free opportunity to kill me off when he could of? For what a little pity? I mean the second time, right after I flung my flick-blade into his shoulder?- That should of pissed him off into an uncontrollable fury that was sure to ensue my demise and I mainly did it to enrage him more. It was for a better reaction anyways. Though there shouldn't of been no more 'sympathy' after that little stunt. But- even after I took the sudden brunt of the explosion and was left at his mercy seat, he just wastes his spiteful vengeance time to commiserate? … As if he and I were on the same level?
He suddenly growled to himself.
Still pissed?
My throat began to itch again and I coughed feverously and tried to adjust myself to a more comfortable position, but the move only stretched the wounds and agony flooded throughout my body in one long severe shockwave. I seized up.
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"Keep moving around like that and you'll only die faster, just be still or bleed out."
I quickly glanced down at my stomach to see my ripped up shirt drenched in blood. - "You think that you above them but you bleed and suffer… just… like… them." -Those words perplexed me, it couldn't be true… It can't be. No- it's not, I am not like my fellow humans. … So- playing mind games are we now Shizu-Chan? You can't win with that pea brain of yours, not even when I'm at death's bed.
I looked back up at him and kept my expression neutral. If I was going to die in front of him- then so be it, but not I'm not showing any signs of weakness to amuse him. … I won't die like a human.
-"I'm above being a cruel, vain, and sick twisted psychotic bastard that slowly squeezes out every drop of life and confidence out a dying and/or grieving individual for amusement." … "I'm not like you." - More of his grating senseless words repeated it my mind. There was no way to tell if he was lying, maybe he wasn't but that still doesn't mean he should have had any mercy. I wouldn't of done the same for him so why should he do it for me? It's weak.
…Watching his vacant stare upon me actually lessened the pain up a bit, he was weaker than I had ever imagined. It was funny, hysterical even. He had this monstrous strength that could be used to demolish a brick building… yet the sight of his enemy dying made him pathetic and feeble. That's a protozoa's mind at work. I've seen humans express pity every now and again, but it's pointless and a waste of time. Using emotions and such to seem more redeemable and accepted in a society wasn't worth it. They have that weakness and it seems that even that monster has it, but I don't. Someone like me doesn't have to worry about such nonsense, pity has no true meaning to me. It's wasted effort, even in pretend.
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Shizu-Chan, why is it that you feel what humans feel? You're a monster, why even bother harboring pity behind that face blank of yours? -Why? I kept my gaze upon him as my eyes grew heavy. … Then everything began to sink into the dark abyss.
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A tingly stinging sensation welled up in my stomach and leg and I groaned painfully. I'm alive? How? My eyes shot open when the strong smell of alcohol and antiseptics flooded my nostrils. I laid upon a rather uncomfortable hard surface… A table? A closer examination of my surroundings made it apparent that I was at none other than Shinra's and I was in his living room laying on an decorative table top. Shinra sloppily laid upon the couch nearby in an upright position. It took a second to notice but he wasn't fully asleep.
"Oh, you're awake Izaya." He yawned and pulled himself up. He stretched his back and rubbed his eyes before getting up walking into the kitchen. He came back a few seconds later with a liquid filled syringe in hand.
"What's that?"
"Oh this?" He happily gestured the needle. "It's a pain reliever." He nervously laughed and rubbed the back of his head. "I was supposed to give you another dose a few hours ago, so sorry if I neglected to remember but I sort of… fell asleep..."
"What happened?" I asked, stiffly trying to sit up.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" He ran over and forced me to lay back down. "Please don't move so much, you'll just reopen the wounds."
I looked down and noticed several gauzes wound tightly around my arms, chest, and stomach, I had a blanket over my legs so I assumed that my first injury was attended to. "And?"
"And what?" He asked innocently.
"What happened?"
"Ye-ah, you lost too much blood earlier and blacked out." Shinra nervously smiled.
"So how did I end up here exactly?"
He blinked. "Oh, Celty brought you here! Wow, she managed to get you back here just in time and- in one piece, isn't she just amazing?-" He whirled around and smiled, looking cheerful though he had bags under his eyes.
"You look tired."
"Yeah, about that?" He said slipping the syringe into my shoulder. "I've spent almost four hours fishing out all of the metal fragments last night. I'm surprised you're still alive, I mean… you lost so much blood and had so many wounds." He pulled out the needle and wiped a cotton swab over the mark.
"How did she find me?"
"Celty?"
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The doctor grew a bit more tense and bit his lip. "Well-, to be perfectly honest… It was… um… Shi… Shizuo who.. well.. hinted your location." … "Or to put it more bluntly- He stayed with you until Celty arrived and then he left… . And I was told by Celty-… who was told by Shizuo- not to talk about it, especially not to you."
So he didn't leave me to die? Interesting. "Then why would you tell me anyways?"
He took a seat on the couch and flexed. "Well I think you deserve to know. Shizuo is a good person and maybe this is the most opportunistic time settle your differences with him. I mean you didn't see any good or anything positive about the guy, but maybe now you'll understand him a little more. And I'm sure within time- he could come to understand yo-"
"It won't change anything." I cut him off.
He frowned and glanced at me. "Oh, … well- you should relax and try to get some rest now. It's like five o'clock in the morning. ... To come to think about it, I need the rest too. We can talk more later." He splayed himself out on the couch cousins.
"Yeah." I blankly replied.
Too bad sleep won't come easy.
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A/N: *Runs and hides in a corner* This chapter was horrible wasn't it? I didn't want to be mean to Izaya, so please don't kill me. It's part of the story and it expresses his non-human-ish side. 0-0
Also, I probably won't update this on weekends since I barely get the computer during those times, and I usually spend my weekends with friends and family anyways. Just wanted to let you know that so if you don't see an update on Saturday and Sunday, then you shouldn't freak out. I might not update on Friday's either… but I will try to, I would like to.
Review on will, and I hope you still like this fic.
*Poor Iza-chan, he's so distant… he needs someone just as distant as he is… Like Shizu-Chan. That way- the two halves can make a whole. Complete each other. Shizuo and Izaya don't even realize how much they have in common. Thier both monsters of diffrent kinds. Izaya the psychological monster, Shizuo the physical one. So lonely they are. It's the perfect match up! :3
