Red: Me, no own durarara, me obsess over Durarara.
Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Oh and wednesdays will be the update day on this fic!
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Five hours after Izaya got back to his apartment.
"Two more people today, the next one name is Tsukomori." Tom began to lead them to the apartment.
It was a high rise, a nice place for some bastard drugger or whatnot.
Shizuo follows Tom to the apartment, and waits.
"Tsukomori, we are here for the money." Tom knocks on the door, when Shizuo gives him a look and shakes his head, "this guy doesn't put up a fight often." And sure enough the door opened and a tall male, almost Shizuo's height answered wallet in hand.
"Evening Tom." Brown eyes went to Shizuo.
"You don't usually miss a payment Tsukomori." Tom says holding out his hand for the money.
Tsukomori shrugs, "I usually don't a have a reason too..." His eyes never left Shizuo even as he pulled out the money. "Heiwajima-San... Nice to meet you..." He gives the money over, and faces the blond.
Tom took the money and turns. "Thanks."
Shizuo frowns, his eyes harden. He smelled it. 'Izaya...',"Tom, I'll be down in a minute."
"Uh, ok..." Tom looks between the two and sighs, the sudden turn from their job made him think something bad was going to happen, he leaves to wait down on the street.
Shizuo growls, "Izaya Orihara."
The bastard smiles warmly and knowingly, but his words contradict. "Who is that?"
"...An informant that lives in Shinjuku." Shizuo was getting pissed at this man, the male obviously knew Izaya, hell he could smell him!
"No idea." Tsukamori grins and turns inside.
"Don't lie to me. I-"
"Mr. Heiwajima, I don't think it was very appropriate to suddenly spring a question on me after I paid my debt, and call me a liar in front of my own home when we just met. All the while your boss is waiting patiently." He points out with a smile, "it makes a very poor impression."
Oh, how Shizuo wanted to bash this guy's head in so badly, but the male did have a point, and sadly Shizuo had to calm himself down with the thought that maybe this is where Izaya does some of his dealings as Nakura, or at least in the area. It would explain the light smell, but his gaze darkened as he walked behind Tom to their next debt. 'The guy, Tsukomori, smelled just like the male that... raped Izaya... His name wasn't Kyon. Maybe a relative?' he shook his head slightly and puffed his cigarette. 'No it was too close of a smell...' He frowned, the rest of the day was full of himself brooding.
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Shizuo went to Shinra's apartment to pick up Izaya later around dinner time.
"Shinra..." He glared at the doctor when Shinra had answered and told him Izaya had gone.
"Yes~"
"Don't fucking kid. I told you that he was going to be staying with me!" The blond growls, "What if his rapist comes back for him, huh?"
"Odds are that the guy was a hired hit on Izaya... An enemy you know." Shinra shrugs, "now that the job is done he wont attack Izaya again."
Shizuo growls unconvinced and pissed to heck and back. "What if he never got ba-"
"Why do you care so much?" Shinra interrupts. "Aren't you two enemies/ fuck buddies no stings attached? Or are there strings attached? Maybe you just can't stop sleeping with him and that's why you care." The doctor frowns, "If it's that then I am morally obligated to tell you to stop using Izaya."
"..." Shizuo fell silent, he didn't know why he cared so much. It had been seven long years of their fucking every two or three days, so how could there not be feelings between them? "Shut up!" The brute turns, "I don't care what happens to him!" He says unconvincingly, "I'll stop sleeping with him right now, so you wont have to worry about him being hurt by me!" He marched out the door and slammed it shut.
Shinra frowns, that didn't go as planned at all. "Celty~"
[It was your fault.] she types and turns away, [you just had to open your mouth and...] she couldn't even keep her own fingers right. She was actualy mad at Shinra.
"If your hypothesis is right, Shizuo will break in a few days and go to Izaya."
[I know I'm right.]
"Celty, it is the two most dangerous men in Ikebukruo."
[They are you friends.]
Shinra nods, "I know... I know... I just don't want them to hurt each other..." he sighs, "Shizuo cares deeply for Izaya, and Izaya is just too full of himself and damaged to even notice the connection... I don't want Shizuo taking advantage of him... and I don't want Shizuo destroying himself for someone who doesn't like him back."
[He wouldn't do that... He wouldn't take advantage of someone.]
"He wouldn't notice." Shinra points out, "... He doesn't know what to do... Because he doesn't know how deeply he cares for Izaya."
Celty didn't type anything.
"...because he doesn't even know..."
Celty understood then, and felt saddened at the thought. 'He doesn't even know that he loves Izaya...'
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Izaya sat on his couch shivering. his arms wrapped around his legs, sitting up in a fetal position.
Namie had been fired, and he was truly alone.
More silent tears fell down his cheeks.
His ruby eyes staring at the off TV. It surrounded by some fresh roses and a new picture of him and Kyon. It made him feel sick just looking at it.
Kyon had held him down and kissed him in the pic, trying to make it seem like they were a couple.
All of his keys were taken by the evil male. A newer set of locks were put on the door by Kyon, to keep him in.
Izaya was trapped in hell, waiting for the next time the warden would visit and rape him.
His computer was strictly monitored, and a video system was set up to keep surveillance on him 24/7.
'Four days...going on Five' He thought to himself. 'Shizu-chan will come looking for me soon...' He thought sadly, wondering if Shizuo will do what he did last time. They didn't have sex for once, and he knew Shizuo's beast would get the better of him soon, or so he hoped. Only Shizuo would be able to break him out of his cell.
He waited, and waited. The sun rising and slowly setting. His stomach growled, and his body hurt from not moving for almost two whole days.
He kept waiting...
'He will come... He always does!' He felt more tears fall from his face. The sun's final rays were flowing into the room, and he half expected that if he were to look out he would be able to see the familiar mop of bleach blond heading into his building.
He kept waiting...
'He always comes...' His eyes were glued to the clock. 9:50pm.
He kept waiting...
10:37pm. 11:01pm. 11:30pm. 11:45pm. 11:51pm. Each time he kept having to snap himself back to be sure that the time he was staring at was real, and each time it hurt more and more.
He kept waiting...
51...52...53..54...55
He kept waiting...
'Please...' 56.' Shizu-chan...' 57. 'You always come...' 58. 'Shizuo...' 59. 'Save me...'
12:00.
...
...
12:01
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12:05
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12:57... The raven sat alone. At 1:20 the tears kept flowing. 2:40 He hadn't blinked in 20 minutes. 3:50 A small sob wracked his body breaking the horrible silence. 5:03 the sounds of a heart breaking could be heard. 6:40 the sunrose. 7:21 Ruby eyes disappeared behind black bangs as he hid his face and tears.
The morning rays were not welcomed as they threw themselves against the far wall painting it crimson, but then turning to a pure gold.
'Shizuo...'
8:40
He kept waiting.
'Day six...'
He was still waiting.
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Three days later.
Shizuo woke up feeling refreshed, and ready to face his day.
He only wished he was like that.
He woke after fighting with himself, for the millionth time, about going to see Izaya all night.
His head hurt, and his mind was half asleep as he burned his toast and hsi was almost late for work.
Tom gave the list another weird look. "We have Tsukomori again..."
Shizuo threw his cigg on the street, and ground his teeth thinking about the male. He didn't like violence, and he never started a fight with out someone pissing him off first. '...oh please let him start a fight...'
They got to the apartment.
Tsukomori opened the door like before, handing over the money without even fighting.
"Oh, Shizuo..." Tsukomori flashes him a smile that had the brute's blood running cold. "I want to thank you for leaving." He smiles and shuts the door.
'Leaving?! Leaving what? Not beating him to a fucking bloody pulp type leaving?' he snorts and lights a cigarette feeling pissed off. He could smell Izaya as if the raven were right there with the male, but if that were true his instincts would of picked up on Izaya's presence.
That's it. His resolve broke right then. He had to go see Izaya.
"Tom, I'm sorry but I must go do something right now."
Tom looks at him and sighs, "alright... But be in early tomorrow."
Shizuo nods and snuffs out his cancer stick before turning and sprinting with speed towards Shinjuku.
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Izaya lay on his bed.
HIs body was sore, his hips were bruised, and he no longer put up a fight.
Tears had long since left his body leaving him hollow and nothing but a toy to Kyon. The male would always come around dinner time and force Izaya to eat, then he would lead the broken raven upstairs where they would be until he was done. Then he would leave, and the process would repeat. Each time worse than the last, even as Izaya laid there trying to numb himself.
He slowly sits up, hating the mess around him.
His eyes scan for clothing that was clean and sa their way to the bathroom.
FOr some reasons he stood and walked into the room, his body in control as his mind was blanking out.
Next he knew he was holding onto a razor, and a small smile formed on his pained face.
The sting of the blade woke him up, making him feel more as the world swam into view.
He gasps as blood dripped onto the sink, and his eyes looked at the cuts.
After running them under cool water he wraps up his limbs and cleans the mess, awake enough now to realize he was alone.
He walks down the stairs and to his living room, a box of chocolates and a newer vase of roses along with a note were waiting.
He ignores them and sat on the couch, his usual spot where he would wait.
He pulls he feet up and wraps his arms around his knees, feeling uncomfortable in his own home, knowing that the other male was watching his every move.
He begins to hum a soft song as he waited with no hope. He no longer knew what he even bothered to wait when all of his hope was just tossed away at the stroke of each middnight.
It started off so well,
They said we made a perfect pair,
I clothed myself in your glory and your love,
How i loved you,
How i cried,
The years of care and loyalty,
Were nothing but a sham it seems,
The years belie we lived the lie,
I love you 'til I die.
Save me,
Save me,
Save me i can't face this life alone~
He sings softly to himself, thinking of a certain bleach blond male that had left him in the hell. He felt a smirk pulls at his lips remembering how the two first met, it was never perfect, but it was just them. The monster and flea.
Save me,
save me,
Save me, I'm naked and i'm far from home,
The slate will soon be clean,
I'll erase the memories,
To start again with somebody new,
Was it all wasted,
All that love,
I hang my head and i advertise,
A soul for sale or rent,
I have no heart i'm cold inside,
I have no real intent,
Save me,
Save me,
He sighs, the song was stupid, written about a loving lie and a break up. It didn't fit him and Shizuo. They never loved each other, they never broke up, they just slept with each other at night and tried to kill each other every time they met during the day. Izaya scolds himself for even thinking that Shizuo would come and save him, the brute never cared, the brute had no reason to care for his worst enemy.
Save me I can't face this life alone,
Save me,
Save me,
Save me I'm naked and I'm far from home,
Each night i cry and still believe the lie,
I love you 'til i die.
yeah, Save me
yeah, save me
oh, save me
Don't let me face my life alone,
Save me,
Save me,
Oh, I'm naked and i'm far from home.
Izaya flinches when the door opens, he hides his teary face into his knees hoping that Kyon would just go away. His whole body shivers as he just waits for the only thing that delivered.
Suddenly a warm hand was on his back, and Izaya curls up more. "Leave...me alone...Kyon, please..." He begs softly not looking up, his whole form quivering.
The hand didn't move and Izaya felt a presence in front of him, it was warm and comforting.
"Izaya..."
'That v-voice...Shizu-chan?' He didn't bother looking up, hoping the hallucination would leave him be. "Go away... you're not real..." He says pleadingly.
"Izaya, it's me."
Izaya shook his head. "You never came... why would you be here now?" He spat out hating himself for chatting with his imagination.
"Because... I don't know flea, come on get up. I'm getting you out of here... It stinks..." The voice says and two hands were suddenly on the raven.
Dull scarlet eyes slowly looked up, and were met by honey orbs.
"Shi-shizu..-chan?" His voice quivers slightly as more tears threatened to fall.
Shizuo frowns, and adjusts his grip on the raven, pulling the smaller male into his arms princess style. He held the other close and began walking out of the apartment.
Izaya felt like the world could of ended, and he would of still been happy.
This was real! Shizuo was there! He was really there to save him!
The younger male holds onto the beast tighter, crying silently.
His cries echoed off the walls of him empty apartment.
He hugs the pillow tightly, wishing with all of his might that Shizuo would really come to save him. Or at this point, anyone to come and save him.
The pain he felt was much worse that being held down and used, it was a hollow feeling. A pain of being unloved, or forgotten.
"Shizuo..." He cries into the pillow. "shizuo...Shizuo...Shizuo..." He wished his heart had never betrayed him by falling for the brute. He curls up around the pillow, unknowing that a certain male was about to break his very uncooperatively locked door down.
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Red: Wow an update early on an update day! ^w^
Izaya: You are just a cruel person...
Red: I am a creative~ Person, OH! Btw the Song was by Queen, LONG LIVE Freddy Mercury! even though hes been dead from aids for a while now... QUEEN FTW!
Shizuo: Review, fav, follow, and so on so that she will just give us a break... (as in i break Kyon's face)
Izaya: Until next time~