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Chapter 3: Mysterious pain

- 10 am. Izaya´s apartment. Izaya´s point of view.-

Not one minute.

No, scratch that, not even a second of sleep had he gotten the past night.

He hadn´t slept at all.

How could he?!

Aside from the fact, that maybe there was someone in his apartment, even if he hated to admit it, he was kind of reluctant to go back to the bed where he had just dreamed to be attacked by those critters.

But that wasn´t everything.

It just didn´t stop!

What?

The scratching!

He couldn´t shake off the feeling that someone actually was in his apartment! He swore he felt it! There was something! He wasn´t stupid!

That wasn´t some animal or something like that!

And he heard it! He heard it scratch!

Every fucking time he turned around, every time he wanted to go back to bed, there was this scratching!

And he didn´t know where the hell it was coming from, or how the person, whoever it was managed to do this stuff that fast.

He swore he didn´t find anyone in his apartment, and there weren´t that many hiding places to begin with.

He did want to sleep, he was tired, but how could he?

He couldn´t.

Not with this feeling of imminent danger in his gut.

Not even when the scratching stopped.

It did stop.

But only in the morning.

Around 6am or something.

Now it was 10 am.

The sun was already illuminating his apartment and just for once Izaya regretted the fact he had an apartment owning a window that big.

Or better that it was one without blinds.

Because the rays were hurting his eyes as fuck.

He hadn't slept for two nights now. His eyes almost felt like they wanted to close on their own.

For the felt hundredth time now he went through all the hiding places he knew of.

Where..?

Just as before, there was exactly nothing.

Zero.

Whoever it was that scratched at his bedroom door and kept him awake all night, he seemed to be gone.

Izaya didn´t know what to think of that.

Should he be happy the guy and his scratches were gone for now, or should he seriously consider moving since he seemed to have managed to break into his apartment and leave it without him noticing at all?

Yawning he got up and made his way to the kitchen.

He definitely needed a cup of coffee now or he would nod off standing.

Lazy he watched the brown liquid flow into his favorite cup.

… Who was it?

He had kept wondering about that for a while now. It was clear as a day that someone managed to get into his apartment, but the big question was why? And who was the culprit?

What would that person gain?

If it was a hired assassin or something of the sort, well then he sure as hell wouldn´t make himself noticeable by scratching on his door.

But for just a simple prank it was too well done. His apartment was good secured to begin with, or well at least he thought it was, nobody could get in here that easily.

So who?

One of his clients?

No. He only dealt with either serious business man that wouldn´t even bother with such stupid actions and go to straight kill him, and the minor underlings he had in his palm where simply not capable of doing this without getting caught.

Deep in thoughts he nipped at his coffee.

… Really strange.

A sudden loud knock coming from the front door startled him and he spilled a bit of his coffee on his shirt.

"Tch." Annoyed, he made his way towards the entrance.

"Ahaa... I spilled my coffee because of you, Namie-chan." He complained as he opened the door. Namie was the one who stood in front of it.

She frowned at the raven.

"Well, that´s not my fault; you are the one who doesn´t want to give me a key to your apartment."

Izaya laughed.

"My apologies, but I won´t give you one, I would prefer to not get murdered in my sleep after all."

Namie just ignored him and went to Izaya´s desk.

"So, what do I have to do today?" Izaya rolled his eyes. The same fucking question every day.

"Second drawer to the left." He simply said, for once not in the mood to tease her.

Namie raised an eyebrow at the straight forward answer, but got her stuff immediately. She wouldn´t dare remind Izaya to act like the asshole he was.

Meanwhile Izaya was back at his computer. A bit more cautious this time he bent down and turned the device on.

He didn´t know what the hell he cut himself with yesterday, but he would have to pay a bit attention to where his hand was wandering it seemed.

He rubbed his temples sighing, trying to hold back a yawn.

The first thing he would check would be the records of his apartment door. He had a camera installed in front of it, just so he knew who came by to pay him a visit, be it simply Shizu-chan or some armed guys from the mafia, he has had them all.

He didn´t have material on the inside of his apartment though. It was too dangerous; he did sometimes bring clients here and sell them some pretty tasty information, if someone were to hack those devices or give them to the police by chance he would find himself jobless pretty fast.

No can do~

But that didn´t matter. After all there must be a record of the guy entering his apartment, no?

He grinned as he started watching the videos in fast forward.

Oh that fucker would get it once he knew who it was.

- 7 hours later-

Cautious Namie eyed her boss.

She just finished the job Izaya had given her to do today… but well.

She glanced at the informant. To say he looked absolutely furious would be an underestimation.

She had never seen him that way. She didn´t know what he had been staring at for 7 hours straight, but it sure as hell seemed to piss him off.

Quiet she got up and took the files.

Nothing!

NOTHING!

There was nothing on those tapes!

God Izaya couldn´t even describe how mad he was!

How? Just how did that guy manage to enter his apartment, drive him insane the whole night, and then just disappear?!

It didn´t make sense!

Annoyed he stood up from his seat, startling the woman.

"What?" he asked annoyed. Namie frowned and dropped the documents on his desk.

"Finished. Can I go now?" she asked. Voice as icy as usual.

"Sure." Izaya shrugged. Today he didn´t particularly care what she would do.

Her work was done and he had to do something else now anyway.

He followed Namie to the door, grabbing his coat in the process.

"Ara, how gentleman like of you, showing me to the door? How sweet." She spat earning a glare.

"Oh how funny you are today." He hissed, definitely not amused and brushed past the woman.

"Truth to be told I have a meeting now though. I expect to see you tomorrow at 6am." He said, moving to the elevator.

He wouldn't let himself be teased by this woman after all.

"Huh?!" Namie stared at him disbelieving. "6am? Are you fucking serious?!"

"Bye bye Namie-chan~" he grinned and waved as the elevator´s doors closed.

"That damn-!" angry she stared after him.

Izaya meanwhile sighed heavily and leaned exhausted against the elevator´s wall.

God, he was so fucking tired.

Sighing he got to his feet again as the doors opened.

He had to get a hold of himself. He had a meeting with one of his most promising clients today. He couldn´t mess this up just because of a little sleep deprivation.

Weary he stepped outside. It was already late afternoon if not to say evening. The meeting should take place in one of the cafés down the street.

He glanced at his clock.

He was 15 minutes early, but oh well, he was quite sure, judging from the guy's appearance that he would be here earlier as well anyway.

So he strolled down the street.

The sun was already low on the horizon, making his shadow seem much taller than he himself was.

Grinning he skipped on the road, watching his shadow do the same.

Some people looked at him weird, oh well as if he would care. They could think what they want.

If they were so silly to simply shrug him off as some childish adult they were on the wrong track anyway.

Sighing he stopped when the shadow disappeared into the much bigger one of a high-rise on the other side of the street.

Shrugging he turned into an alley, knowing that on the other end there would be the café he was supposed to meet at.

He let his hand slip into his pocket tightening his hand around the USB he had been carrying around.

Oh yes, he would sell this little thing here now, and then-

"Ah…."

Suddenly he flinched and stopped in his movement.

A hand found its way to his chest and he bent forward slightly using the other to support himself on the wall of a building.

What the-

Pain.

Sudden pain struck him.

His chest was suddenly hurting incredibly and he found it hard to breathe.

It was like stabs, like stings, he couldn't even pinpoint where it came from.

Panting he tightened the grip on his shirt even though it didn´t help at all.

His breathing grew heavier by the second.

What was going on all of a sudden?!

He frowned and kept the hold on his chest, not that it would have helped in any way but it just hurt, and tried moving forward.

Why did it hurt all of a sudden?

He groaned, feeling his chest hurt more.

The fuck.

He couldn´t even think of why it suddenly started to hurt.

Only slowly he managed to move forward.

He could see people go by the other side of the alley, but he sure as hell would not call out to them or something. He would get out of there and get to Shinra himself.

After he met his client.

He gripped his shirt tightly once more, feeling another stab of pain.

Whatever this was, he could bear it. At least for another 15 minutes.

Or so he tried to convince himself as he got out of the dark alley.

He tried maintaining his face.

He couldn´t show weakness after all.

His sight trailed to the café. It had a huge window and to his relief he could already spot his client form here.

He was sitting on a table, waiting already, just as he had predicted him to do.

He took a deep breath, wincing at the sharp pain he felt doing it and crossed the street.

He absolutely had to look like nothing was wrong.

Putting on his trademark smirk he retrieved the hand from his chest and entered the café. His client spotted him immediately.

"Orihara-san. You are quite early." He commented, bowing in front of him.

"So are you." Izaya replied and bowed as well. "I figured you would be the type to arrive earlier. Would it be a problem to start discussing things already?" he asked taking a seat at the table his client was sitting at.

"Not at all. Go ahead, whereas I do have to ask, what else there is left to discuss though. I thought we cleared everything up already." Izaya grinned, trying to hide his pained face.

"Oh of course, there is nothing left to discuss about the topic we agreed I would get information on. However, there might be things left to discuss regarding the payment." He relaxed a bit as the pain subsided and leant back on his seat.

"I think, other than me, you were completely aware of the fact how hard it would be to gather this type of information, aren´t I right?" he asked, catching a slight grin appearing on his clients face.

"Indeed. I was. So what are you suggesting?" he asked, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket.

"Oh you don´t mind I hope?" he paused looking at the raven who nodded.

"Of course no-" he paused, the hand having rested on his knee tightened his grip as another wave of pain crashed into him. This time it wasn´t his chest though, but his head instead.

Before he knew it an intense headache assaulted him. He gasped and hid his pause behind a cough.

"Of course not, go ahead." He managed to say smoothly and smiled.

The client nodded and lit the cigarette.

What the hell?

Izaya had no clue what was going on with him. Before he thought maybe the sudden sharp pain in his chest came from an Arrhythmia since he has already had these from time to time but now this headache?

His head was throbbing for god´s sake.

And it was getting worse by the second. What on earth was going on?

Not only that.

He rubbed at his eyes, trying to change it, but no it didn´t help at all.

All of a sudden his vision had gotten fuzzy.

"Well as I said Orihara-san, what kind of payment would be appropriate for this kind of information?" he asked once more, snapping Izaya out of it.

"Ah, well I was thinking about something counting six zeros at least." He managed to wiggle out. Trying hard not to lose focus of the conversation.

Right. Concentrate.

He could go to Shinra right after this was over.

His client was a smart guy and he suggested a reasonable amount of money, this would be over quickly, he reminded himself, trying to put up with the weird pain.

And gladly it seemed he was right.

"Oh I agree with you on that. To be honest I feared you would either back off if I told you the difficulty of getting the information, or ask for an unreasonable price. But it seems you aren´t called the best informant of Ikebukuro for nothing. Doing business like this is wise." He commented, snapping his fingers.

"Why thank you, you are flattering me." Izaya joked, barely being able to even make out the guy in front of him.

One guy came from the back of the café carrying a suitcase and opened it to show Izaya the content.

"3 000 000 yen, how does that sound?"

Sound? Well if he knew what it sounded like. By now he started hearing a weird rushing in his ears and he was certain he really had to visit the doctor now.

This was by far too weird, even for him and he had experienced a lot.

So he just nodded, barely having heard the sum he mentioned.

Well he could care less about the money now.

Quickly he stood up, trying to stay steady as he noticed the world was starting to sway slightly.

"It´s good doing business with you too." He said and held out the USB. The guy took it and let it disappear in his coats pocket.

"I can only say that back to you." Izaya smiled; relieved he could finally go now.

"Well then, I hope to see you at my office again soon." He said, already knowing that they would bring the suitcase over for him.

No way he would suggest to just give it to him right here.

That would be unprofessional.

He turned around and stepped out of the café.

A sigh escaped his lips as soon as he was out. A hand found its way to his head while the other was grasping at his chest once more.

God. Why was everything hurting so much?

Wobbly he crossed the street once more.

There was no way he would go to Shinra in this state. His apartment was nearer.

He would go there and call that damn doctor over.

"Tch, damn." He swore as he went through the alley from before again. The ground just kept shaking and it didn´t take to be a genius to know that he probably was swaying like a drunk.

Did Namie put something in his coffee when he didn´t look?

No, she couldn´t have done that today.

God damnit he felt like his head was going to explode any minute.

The rustling or rushing or however one wanted to call it got louder and louder by the second, not exactly doing wonders to his migraine.

"Shit…"

I have to get Shinra.

There was no way he would manage to get to his apartment, before he collapsed.

He pulled out his phone from his pocket a flipped it open.

He sure hoped that doctor knew what-

"Ah…" suddenly the phone slipped out of his hand-

His eyes went wide, and his mouth opened to a silent gasp as he fell down on his knees and doubled over.

Pain pain pain

It hurt!

God it-

"AH!" he couldn´t prevent a pained scream to tear from his lips as he rolled up on the dirty ground.

He started panting, not getting enough air, and squeezed his eyes shut as the headache became unbearable-

Intense pain shot through his system and didn´t even know from where it came.

It wasn´t only his head whose pain had suddenly increased.

Everything suddenly hurt.

It hurt.

He didn´t know what exactly hurt.

It just hurt.

So much.

He bit on his wrist to prevent himself from screaming.

Only barely he could make out the fallen phone and stretched his hand out towards it.

"Shit…" he dragged himself up and took his phone with shaky hands.

What the hell was wrong with him?

Shinra.

He had to call Shinra.

Now.

He called the doctor, pain not subsiding one bit as he squirmed.

But no response.

He called again, begging for the damn quack to pick up.

But no. He didn´t.

"Fuck!" he snapped the phone shut and tried heaving himself up once more.

His vision was blurry as fuck and he got nauseous as the world started to sway even more.

He gulped, and tried to ease his pain by leaning onto the cool wall.

He had to get at least home somehow.

Who knew what would happen to him if he passed out here?

He didn´t even want to imagine.

Slowly, so slow he guessed he looked like he was moving in slow motion to others he stepped towards the other end of the alley, using the wall for support.

If it weren´t for that wall he could probably not even make out where he was going.

Only with a lot of effort he managed to get himself out of there and onto the pavement.

He inhaled some more times, head still throbbing and hurting as fuck and tried to stand without support.

Only slowly he let go of the cool object and started walking towards his apartment.

It wasn´t that long a distance.

Just a few hundred meters. Then the elevator and then finally his apartment.

He could rest there. Get something cool for his head.

Painkillers.

Exhausted he tried thinking of the good things he could do to ease the pain once he was there to keep himself moving.

Right. Painkillers.

They had to work for sure.

"Iiiizaaayaaa-kuunn."

Izaya froze, and he swore for a second he regretted the day he had started teasing Shizuo.

He turned around, as fast as it was possible without toppling over.

"What… are you doing here Shizu-chan?"

Shit... His voice was wavering, and he was sure Shizuo noticed the little pause he needed to gasp for air.

To his surprise he didn´t seem to have noticed though.

"Payback for yesterday damn flea." Shizuo grinned as he approached the raven. Not that Izaya would have seen it.

His sight was still as bad as before.

Wobbly he stood there.

Fuck.

This was definitely the worst timing for him to meet Shizuo.

He wasn´t even sure he was able to stand for much longer, how was he supposed to get away from him?

Not even to speak about running.

Shizuo meanwhile approached the flea, cracking his knuckles.

Huh? No witty remark today? That was surprising for the flea.

He stepped closer and noticed he wasn´t even holding his knife.

"Oi Izaya, have you given up already?" he joked. Of course not.

As if that would ever happen.

But the raven didn´t move.

Shizuo frowned and looked around.

He was almost expecting to find a truck driving towards him or something, because if the flea acted weird he always had something planned.

But the truck didn´t come.

And the flea didn´t move.

"Oi Izaya!" Shizuo called again. This time the raven reacted.

"Heh, Shizu-chan, you followed me… all the way to Shinjuku? How… nice of you." Shizuo frowned irritated.

What were those pauses for?

Was he mocking him?

He approached the raven.

"Izayaa…" he growled. But then he stopped surprised.

Only now, that he looked at the flea more closely, he noticed how pale the flea was.

He paused a minute.

The raven was still not moving.

But Shizuo noticed he was panting instead.

"…Oi Izaya are you sick?" he tried confirming his suspicion.

Izaya flinched.

Oh great. Now he noticed.

Tch, well what did he expect? That the blond would just leave if he didn´t react?

Of course not.

He had two options, getting discovered and beaten up easily, or trying to run away.

Heh, funny thing was he couldn´t even find himself moving.

Not to mention running.

Suddenly he noticed the blond was approaching him and took a slow step back, almost losing his balance.

"You really are sick." Izaya winced.

Great. Now he would get punched for sure.

He could already imagine the grin on Shizuo´s fa-

"Go home flea."

What?

He rubbed at his eyes, and stared in front of him.

Wait, he was talking to Shizuo wasn´t he?

Did he just say he should go home?

The blond looked at the raven. It was obvious he had expected something like a punch or something other painful.

Tch, the hell, he wouldn´t beat up a guy that could barely move.

He wasn´t that kind of guy.

He didn´t feel like chasing him.

The flea really looked sick.

He took out a cigarette and lit it.

"I said you should go home flea. You trying to test my patience? If I were you I wouldn´t do that." He half heartedly threatened.

He just wanted the flea to go already.

He could always come and beat him up for yesterday another day.

To his surprise Izaya just nodded.

No witty remark, no nothing, just a small nod, before he slowly turned around.

He looked after the raven.

Damn he must be really sick.

There was no way Izaya would act like this if he were not.

He leaned against the wall of a building and watched the raven.

He didn´t know if Izaya knew he was watching him, but he didn´t think so.

He finished smoking the cigarette by the time Izaya disappeared into his apartment complex.

He sighed, dropping the cigarette into a dustbin.

"Damn flea." He mumbled as he walked away.

…tomorrow he would beat him up if he was wandering around outside again for sure.

-Izaya´s point of view. -

"No Shinra, now." He protested weakly.

It was a wonder he had managed to actually drag himself to his apartment. But strangely enough the pain had started to subside a bit. Even before he took every possible painkiller he could find.

Without overdosing of course.

He did plan on staying in this world a bit longer after all.

But now the doctor just wouldn´t stop bitching about how he had an important surgery right now.

Izaya couldn´t care less.

He hurt, so that fucking doctor had to move his ass over here.

Preferable five minutes ago.

"So when will you come?"

"Ahhhaaa.. Izaya this is pretty bad looking here, I promise I will come by tomorrow okay until then just take it eas- aaahhhh! Celty dear please hold him down!" Suddenly there was noise in the background and fast peeping to be heard.

Before he knew it the raven was cut off.

Annoyed he stared at the phone.

Tomorrow?!

Did he just say tomorrow?!

Tch.

He threw the phone onto the couch and got back to his bedroom annoyed.

Taking it easy he says.

He was taking it easy and still hurt like a bitch from one second to the other.

What the fuck triggered it?

He lay down on his bed again.

He cancelled his meetings for tomorrow as well as the day after tomorrow.

He didn´t want to experience something like he did today again.

Aside from that he was tired anyway.

Taking one or two days off from being an informant wouldn't hurt his business now, would it?

He sighed contented.

The pain had finally subsided a bit.

Maybe he could try to sleep?

He closed his eyes.

Yup, sleep. How sweet that word sounded.

Suddenly he frowned.

There was that rustling again in his ears. That weird sound that kept getting louder.

He tried covering his ears. But of course it was no use.

His headache started acting up again.

He frowned and got out of his bed.

He already took some painkillers, but fuck it, he had two more he could take.

Holding his head he went to the bathroom, taking those two pills he had and swallowed them quickly with a bit of water.

He stayed there, steadying himself by tightening his grip on the sink as the world started to sway again.

"The fuck?" he mumbled, gripping his head once more as his headache acted up.

He let go off the sink and turned around to get back to the bed.

Maybe if he laid down it would help or-

He gasped, losing his balance for a second and only barely managed to not fall straight onto his face.

The pain got heavier and heavier by the second, making him whimper in pain.

God what was wrong with him?

What was-

Fuck, he was so nauseous.

He slapped a hand over his mouth and tried to inhale through his nose, but no use, it didn´t stop it didn´t-

Quickly he rushed through the toilet, before it was too late, immediately emptying his stomach.

But the pain still didn´t subside, the nauseating feeling didn´t go away.

He whimpered, throwing up once more, coughing afterwards.

He didn´t see clearly, he was so dizzy.

God was he feeling dizzy, he wanted it to stop.

The room was swaying so much.

Fuck, he was so close to passing out.

He already saw black before his eyes.

*scratch scratch scratch*

He froze, having heard the sound.

Blinding anger took over his mind.

For that guy was here again!

"Who is there?!" he nearly screamed only to leave himself to wince at his own loud words.

*scratch scratch scratch*

"Who?!" he tried again.

*scratch scratch scratch*

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Hehe~ another cliffhanger xD I bet you hate me now xD

Still hope you liked the chapter though~ next chapter will be updated sometime soon xD

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