Fear dawned on the man's face as he stared into the debt collector's blazing
expression, anger evident in his eyes, which were wild like a rabid dogs'. The man tried to swallow so his words would come out properly, the blonde heard the audible gulp.
"I-I don't know what you're-"
Shizuo's hand shot forward and latched around the man's throat, closing his hand but not hard enough to puncture his wind pipe, effectively silencing his fib.
"Don't you dare lie to me, you pathetic low-life! You know. I heard you! Now. Where. Is. He?"
With each word, he squeezed tighter and tighter, Shizuo's face pinching into a scowl.
The man began to choke but didn't attempt to say a single word that just might save his life. Shizuo's patience reached the breaking point. With a snarl, he pulled the man from the wall and slammed him back full force, earning a loud groan of pain. Surely he must have cracked his cranium, leaving internal bleeding, shards' of skull piercing his brain, but not enough pain to make him pass out.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH HIM? Tell me now. Your brain will hemorrhage and you will slowly die. I have no intention of bringing you to a hospital and I will have no remorse from watching you perish. Tell me and I will let you go, and I suggest you abide by my commands because I would love nothing more at this moment than to watch you gargle on your own blood." Shizuo's voice turned deadly and his eyes flashed red with fury.
"We-we", a voice stuttered behind Shizuo, but cut himself short frightened. The blonde turned his head to see a scrawny light-haired boy, probably still in his teens, eyes wide and frantic with
fear. "He-he's-"
"SHUT UP EIJI!" the man Shizuo had cornered roared in agitation. "Don't tell
him anything!"
'Eiji' shrunk back immediately. With a snarl, Shizuo whirled around and flung
the infuriating gang member across the street. He slammed hard into the
pavement and didn't move again…
"So…are you going to answer my question?" he demanded, glaring daggers at
the rest of the cowering group, especially this bigmouth 'Eiji'. Not a peep.
"Alright. Fine," the debt collector said, a demonic grin spreading across
his face. He could feel it already. The rage like lava in a volcano, boiling
up and flooding his mind and senses. He could tell he was beyond reason now, the vein's bulging in his head voicing this out loud.
"You had your chance to fess up. Get ready for Hell."
Blood was shed. Limbs were torn. Bones broke. All while the men screamed in anguish. And Shizuo… well he laughed. At the pain he caused or the hysteria that was setting in? He did not know.
When every one of them was lying beaten on the ground, he bent down next to
the one named Eiji, who was still conscious thanks to Shizuo, and said, "Now you're going to tell me where he is."
"He-he's with our boss in the warehouse a few blocks down," he gasped out. "He
wanted revenge on that guy- Izaya- because he gave out information on him a few
months ago to a rival gang. They burned our trafficking center down to the
ground." A flash of anger flared in Eiji's eyes. "Ever since then, we've been living on the streets."
"And just what were you trafficking, might I ask?" Shizuo inquired, leaving the resentment to turn into dread.
Eiji jutted out his chin and said in a perfectly nonchalant voice, "Humans."
Shizuo's eyes widened to an incredulous amount. "WHAT?"
"Humans. People. It was something the yakuza were too busy to do so the boss
was enlisted. Well, really only children and teenagers. You can probably guess
what happened to them though. The boss was furious. So, he's going to put
Izaya through the very thing he stopped."
Shizuo's vision turned crimson as he grasped the implications of that sentence.
No. No, no, no, no, no, no! The mantra went on in frequent repetition.
Shizuo couldn't really recall what happened after that. It was as if he was in autopilot. He rocketed down the pitch-black street, one thought resounding in his head:
Izaya!
"No, no…stop it, stop, please…" Izaya gritted his teeth and shut his eyes against the tears, determined not to cry now, willing them to go away, but it was taking up energy. Any struggle went completely in vain. He was weak, small, scared, and completely at the mercy of this man.
The hands roaming his skin, the heavy breathing, and growling voice; it all made
Izaya so sick. But the only thing he could manage were feeble whimpers. There
was nothing he could do.
He was powerless. Oh, the irony.
"Get off…go away…get away from me…" he pleaded, only it was so low he
could barely even hear it. Caressing of his thighs was explored when suddenly he felt hands tugging at his pants.
Izaya's eyes snapped open.
No!
He started to twist and struggle, fighting with all his might, which was next
to nothing at this point. "Let go!" the informant yelled, finally finding his voice again, fueling himself with adrenaline. "Let go of me!"
Somehow, one of his feet managed to land squarely in the man's side. There was a pained sound, and Izaya was released. Frantically he scrambled back, preparing for another attack… that never came. Because at that very moment, the door of the warehouse was beaten down and an almost deranged man in a bartender suit came sprinting in.
"Izaya!"
The sound of his name being called by the voice he loved most in the world at that moment made Izaya so happy he nearly passed out from lightheadedness.
"Shizu-chan!" he gasped out, a smile of pure relief lighting up his face, a tear fell in liberation. His captor took the moment of distraction to seize the unsuspecting informant and
pin him down to the ground again. The debt collector didn't waste a second. Launching himself forward, he slammed into the man, knocking both of them all the way across the warehouse.
Izaya gasped in alarm.
"Shi-Shizu-chan?"
Shizuo didn't so much as turn his head, a hideous maniacal smile on his face. Izaya's eyes widened as he noticed the strange choking sounds coming from his kidnapper. Shizuo was strangling him!
"Shizuo?" he whimpered. No response. Izaya couldn't take this anymore! He didn't give a damn of the man's suffering, but Shizuo looked so petrifying, like a true monster… It terrified the informant any more than that disgrace of a man could.
"Shi-Shizuo, stop! STOP!"
Hearing his name, Shizuo's smile faltered, and for just a moment, his hands stilled. Then, with a growl, he pulled back his fist and punched the man full-force. A squeal of terror burst from Izaya's lips, but then Shizuo did something that silenced him completely. Getting to his feet, he unexpectedly threw himself at Izaya and flung his arms around him.
"Are you all right?" he demanded in a low, urgent voice, clutching him as
though he was about to slip away any minute. "Did he hurt you?"
It took a few seconds for Izaya to respond. "N-No…you came just in time and…" The whole thing came crashing down on the informant, his adrenaline high wore off, and he suddenly burst into tears, clutching at the debt-collector, face buried in his shoulder.
"Izaya?" Shizuo asked voice filled withconcern. The informant began babbling.
"Shizu-chan…Shizu-chan…you saved me…" he sobbed.
After a few moments of thoughtful silence, "Come on," the debt collector said, standing up, cradling Izaya in his arms, and heading out. "I'm taking you home."
Home…home with Shizu-chan… Heaven was nothing compared to that in Izaya's mind. The informant's eyelids began to feel very heavy, but he couldn't fall asleep just now. There was something he needed to say first.
"Shizu-chan?" he whispered.
"…Yeah?"
"I don't hate you…" Izaya admitted as he drifted off in his beloved's arms worn out by the days' events.
