Chapter 4: Him.

It's always his fault. Some way or another, it leads back to him. I can't explain it - it's like his nose is in everything, but he never has to touch it. This time I'm surprised though, because at first it didn't seem like him.

Blacking out isn't my favorite thing to do. It forces me to forget whatever I'm pissed about, which infuriates me all over again. So as you can tell, when I had no idea why Shinra called me, or what was happening… I was angry. I wanted to kill him. Not Shinra, the flea.

Every time I hear his name, I cringe inside with agonizing rage. More so than with anyone else that annoys me from time to time, which is actually saying something - given my job record. Which is to say not an expansive one, given every person I interact with sets me off. Tables flipped, cars thrown, merchandise destroyed, you name it, I've screwed up.

Yet it's nothing compared to the rage HE induces.

"They can't know..." He started mumbling over the phone. "I can't believe he would do this, I told him not to, but he wouldn't listen." I knew exactly who he was talking about, and told him I would take care of it. Doesn't matter, he told me, "it" would happen soon. Well, I would break his body before "it" then.

My feet actually began to hurt because I ran so fast. I want to say I broke the concrete a couple times, but I don't want to overestimate myself just yet. I had to stop him, find the solution, or just kill him. Either or, I was fine with. At least I think I am.

I reached his apartment complex and ascended the stairs with haste. Granted, I've done this numerous times before, so it isn't like I was slow about it. Stupid flea, having to live so far up. Why try to make it harder for all of us? He always had a way of subtly setting a person off.

I could have used the elevator though, but I have a tendency of skipping those important details in my mind.

Reaching his apartment, I put my ear to the door before I go barging in. I hear his stupid, putrid voice in there, talking to someone. He sounds slightly worried, but no matter. Time to destroy whatever's left of his horrid plan.

I kick down the door, wood splintering in every direction as the lock shot off. I saw Izaya standing at his window, a look of worry on his face. I began to scream at him.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, YOU AGONIZING FLEA?! ARE YOU EVEN AWARE OF HOW IDIOTIC YOU COME OFF AS? WHAT is it..." My voice became muffled as I heard a sound in the distance, low, but slowly rising in pitch and intensity. I looked behind him and saw a bunch of red objects floating in the sky for a second before I felt something jagged hit me in the head from behind.

"What makes you think we won't just tear you apart after we're done with him?"

Who are you? Who are you talking about? I don't recognize you. Do you know why I can't see?

"I have no doubt of your capabilities." My what? Why does this other voice sound familiar?

My mind aches, but I think these voices aren't in my head. Maybe I'm waking up?

"He'll be angry. Lost. Confused. Sad. Scared. Not outwardly, but internally he'll feel them all at once. The constant barrage of emotions will overwhelm him and overtake him."

This must be in my head, I don't think I've ever told anyone that. Or at least, not out loud. Ugh... Now the voices are muffled, I hear this slight ringing as my head starts to hurt a little bit. Maybe I should just relax or...

Whack.

I recognize those footsteps. Shit, my head is killing me now. Maybe I'll drink some water or eat after this.

Slice.

I can hear the sound of air escaping and men falling to the ground. Ugh, what's on my face. Oh, that's the ground, I think. Tastes like ash. Or something like it. Better keep quiet, they might think I'm dead. Which is good in my case, because my head is throbbing and I do not want to deal with them right now.

I can hear the familiar voice starting again.

"I'm sure you'll be up before them, and be fine."

Great, thanks. Maybe if I open my eyes a little I can see who this person is.

His boots. My head stings in pain, but I make no sound and close my eyes. He doesn't seem to notice, I can hear him run off.

My eyes shoot open.

Notes: I'm sorry for being away for so freakin' long. Here's the best explanation I can give: Shizuo is hard. Shizuo is his own character, obviously. He isn't sly, spectacular, super intelligent, or super dumb either. He is Shizuo. Writing for him was worrying for me, and creatively was a strain. In a good way! I felt challenged, and I had to be in the mindset to properly emulate his thinking structure. I'm like a method actor in those regards. I'm going to school in a week, so I can't say I'll be quick but I'll try not to be so slow. Please let me know in a review what I can improve on if at all and don't be rude! I'll respond or try my best to adjust. Thank you! 3