Kurgy: I got to help write some of this chapter! XD
MI-CHAN66: Kurgy is good with writing about mental break downs and stuff.
Kurgy: And I enjoyed doing it too. ;D
MI-CHAN66: This chapter is a lot long than my other ones and I'm REALLY happy about it! XD So please sit back and enjoy the 7th chapter of "If Dreams Came True"!
Disclaimer:
I do not own Durarara! Or its characters. This is a fan fiction made purely for the enjoyment of others. Before reading this story there are 2 things you should know;
1 This story contains MALExMALE relationships.
If you do not like that sort of thing then this story is not for you.
2 This story contains child abuse on a high level, if you have a problem with that then once again this story is not for you.
Thank you.
This is a story created by me and Kurgy. The main concept was developed by both her and I, so any credit for this story also goes to her.
Shizuo's POV:
After two hours of waiting and multiple discounted sushi offers, they finally came. The moment Mairu spotted me, her face contorted into a resentful scowl, and Kururi eyed both of us warily, waiting for the impending doom that was sure to come.
"Shizuo." She said angrily.
"Um, Hi...Mairu."
She looked at me for a while, then huffed loudly as she grabbed her sisters hand and began to walk away.
"H-Hey, hold on a minute!" I shouted.
She turned her cold gaze back to me, while Kururi sighed.
"What do you want?" she snapped. "If you're here to bad mouth my brother I'd appreciate it if you at least talked to someone else about it."
This was going to be a long difficult talk.
I tired to start it off as friendly as possible.
I invited them inside, bought a nice tray of sushi, and chose the best seat possible for us to talk in private. Mairu refused at first, but somehow Kururi convinced her to least give me a chance.
I Started off asking simple everyday questions, like "How was school?" and other things of that nature. but It seemed every question I asked just resulted in an even more incredibly awkward silence.
"Is there something specific you wanted to talk about or is this as interesting as this conversation is getting?" Her words were cold and biting, and they just amplified the nervousness growing inside me.
I gulped.
"I want to know…about Izaya."
She stared at me, not quite surprised, but simply caught off guard.
"What?" She said almost like she had heard me wrong.
Kururi just stared, her eyes widened slightly, but no sound coming from her mouth.
"Well…" I started. "How he got all those bruises would be a good start."
She stared at me, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as she tried to make sense of the situation.
"How did you…even know about that…"
She said it more to herself than to me, but I answered her anyway.
"I saw him the other day. We even had a nice dinner."
The utter surprises on heir faces was almost comical, if not for intensifying awkwardness and tense atmosphere.
Mairu glanced at Kururi, who in turn, stood from he table and left. For a moment, I thought they were going to leave with giving me any answers, however-
"Tell me something." Mairu didn't leave her seat.
"What?" I said quietly.
"Why do you want to know exactly?"
I sat there for a while, trying to establish a good answer. The problem was, I wasn't quite sure myself. There was something about him, nothing that I've ever experienced, that made me want to be with him. After all these years, I've always been sure about the way I felt, especially when it came to Izaya. I hated him. I was so sure, but now…..now, I don't know. I've never felt happy when I thought about him before, that was for sure.
Mairu tapped her fingers on the table, obviously annoyed with my lack of response.
"Well?" She said coldly.
I knew. I knew what I wanted to say, but I wasn't sure how to say it, so, I winged it..
"I want…to help him."
"WHAT?" she said incredulously.
Not the response I had been hoping for.
"Something's not right. The Izaya I know never acted like this. When I saw him that night he just seemed so….broken….I don't know, it just wasn't right. We…stayed in contact for a few days, but then he disappeared again. I just, I'm just worried about him!"
I went silent for a moment, as she continued to stare at me, speechless.
"You were right." I said quietly.
"Wha…?
"What you said about me. You were right. I didn't care. Ididn't want to care. For so long I've truly hated him, and I did want him to suffer, because that's what I thought he deserved. But I was wrong. Its because no one else would look for him that I did. I made it seem like it didn't really matter, like I didn't care, but I did….I do. Please Mairu, give me something. Anything. I have to know why. Why he's suffering, who's making him suffer, and for what purpose. Please…."
I didn't really mean for my reasoning to sound so speech-like. It just kind of did. But everything I said was true. I wanted to know. Everything. About these last few months, their current situation, about him in general.
I needed to know.
Mairu stayed quiet for a long time. I wasn't sure what she was thinking, or if she was even going to stay and tell me anything. Her expression was completely unreadable at that moment. When ever she looked as if she were ready to speak, she'd close her mouth and slump back in her chair. She did that a total of 6 times before she finally responded.
"Shizuo.." She said, eyes focused on her lap.
"…yeah?"
She looked up at me slightly, tears in hers eyes as the corners of her lips curved upward in a light smile.
"Please promise…to save my brother.."
And she told me.
Everything.
It had started with their mother, before they were born, when Izaya was still a small child. He was 8 years old, and how anyone could treat a child that way, is beyond me. Apparently, his mother was insane, to put it nicely. Her family was wealthy, and paid enough money to keep her out of any mental hospitals, but ironically never paid enough for any kind of treatment.
To be blunt,
She hated Izaya.
She saw him as a 'bad omen' or some other carp like that. So, she tried to "clean him", because she believed that way god would save her. She was nuts. Her idea of 'cleaning', meant beating, and I don't mean a slap on the face, hell, even a punch or two would've been better. But no, she would strike him, often with a piece of wood or anything else she could find, until he was completely immobile. She would beat him until he couldn't scream anymore, and then, through him out the door like a bag of garbage. I don't know how he's even still alive.
And his father, apparently, loved him. Just not enough to stop his mother from trying to kill him. Fucking bullshit. Mairu didn't go into much detail about what she did to him exactly, and honestly, I'm glad she didn't. I don't think I would've have been able to take it.
A few years after the twins were born, their father was hospitalized with appendicitis or something, their mother was to 'grief stricken' (more bullshit), and wouldn't take care of them.
So Izaya did.
He bought them food, clothes, and anything else they needed. He even showed up for parent teacher conferences at their elementary school.
And he was only 13.
They never asked where he got the money, and he would never bring it up. I didn't exactly want to know either.
Apparently, around the time he was graduating from junior high, his uncle(on his mothers side) came to Ikebukuro for a while, and also began to bully him. I'm not quite sure what he did to him either.
But after a while, he left again, and things went back to normal for them, or as normal as they could for a family of psychopaths. During his second year of high school, his mother died.
No, she killed herself.
On his birthday.
It was her present to him. She wrote 'happy birthday' on the wall, then proceeded to hang herself from the ceiling fan in his room. What kind of mother puts that on her kids shoulder for rest of their life?
It was sick.
I remember that day too, he was talking to someone on the phone during lunch, and then just suddenly sprang up and ran out of school. At the time, I didn't really care why. No one did. One more thing I regret.
I asked Mairu why nobody called a domestic welfare agent, and have them all taken away from that kind of environment. She said they had, multiple times, but her grandparents paid them off. Told them to just overlook the entire thing.
Sick.
After that, their uncle came back, to 'watch over them' when their father began to break down after their mothers funeral. He blamed Izaya for her death. He tortured Izaya every chance he could, until Izaya lost it and ran out. That was around the same time we graduated, and then, he disappeared from Ikebukuro.
Mairu told me a bit about him. He had an average job. He wasn't married, no kids, and he hated Izaya. He loved his little sister, and like her parents, did whatever she wanted him to do. So whenever he came to "visit" Izaya was always shit on his list. Bastard. But back then, he only disliked Izaya, it wasn't until their mother died that he officially hated him.
Apparently, the first thing he'd say whenever he saw Izaya was-
"She died because of you."
How can you put that kind of pressure on a kid an still expect them to grow up sane?
She told me that during our high school years, Izaya would take out his frustrations on me, the same way I do to him now, she even told me why he hated me so much.
Because of what I had said to him the first day we met.
"You piss me off."
It was because I hated him, right off the bat. The same way his mother did. Thinking about that now, hurts. What I said to him. He didn't deserve it. He didn't.
Not even Mairu knew what he did after he was ran out of their house that day, but after he left, their father got better and their uncle left again. She and her sister got the chance to grow up peacefully.
But Izaya didn't come back.
Not until the day he framed me.
Izaya's father really had died, like Shinra said, but that wasn't exactly the problem the three of them had. They didn't have any other relatives in Tokyo, besides Izaya, so staying with him was the obvious choice. However…their uncle didn't like that idea. He came back to Ikebukuro for a custody battle with Izaya, and (oddly enough) Izaya had won. For one reason or another, he too hated Izaya, and he didn't want him to become Mairu and Kururi's guardian. So he made a deal with Izaya.
The deal was simple: He gets to observe Mairu and Kururi's home environment with him, and if anything were to happen that was bad for the twins upbringing (like he had any reason to talk about that), he would be left completely in charge of taking care of the twins. It was, apparently, legal. ( even more bullshit)
Mairu didn't tell me anymore than that, but I could figure the rest out for myself.
That bastard was doing a little thing called sabotage. And Izaya knew it. He was the one making Izaya suffer now, and those cuts and bruises…
Sick
Sick
Sick.
….
I didn't know what to say. Mairu sat there, tears falling freely from her eyes. I'm sure she remembers things she rather wouldn't, and for a moment, I regretted asking her to tell me anything. But no, this was a good thing, I know the problem, so now I could fix it!
That man…
She didn't tell me his name…
But I'd find him, and I swore I'd make him pay.
Whoever that fucker is I'll make sure that he gets what he deserves ten times over.
Mairu and I walked out of Russian Sushi, where Kururi had been waiting patiently. We said our goodbye's and the moment they were gone from my sight, I began my search.
At that point I knew I had to find him.
I searched all over Ikebukuro. Every store and alleyway that I could, and came up with nothing. No one had even seen. At about 5 o'clock in the afternoon, I took a bus to Shinjuku. I was going to find him no matter what.
Shinjuku was big. I didn't know where to start, not to mention I was unfamiliar with the area. I began my search once again. I asked around, checked the alley's (again) and looked just about everywhere I could, and for what? Nothing. I walked around aimlessly in Shinjuku for hours, feeling like a completely failure. I couldn't find him, and the frustration and pure exhaustion was killing me.
I didn't know what to do.
Where else was there to go? Where else could I go? I was at a complete lose. Almost feeling like I failed him as a….friend? Lets go with that.
"Heh."
I was practically laughing at myself now.
I finally gave up. There was nothing else I could do except hope I run into him on the streets again like that night.
I sighed.
I didn't want to stop looking. I wanted to see him so badly it hurt. I wanted to be there for him, and I couldn't.
I turned around and began heading to the bus stop I had passed earlier that day, ready to just go home and pass out.
And then I heard a noise.
A cough.
Coming from the alleyway right beside me. I held my breathe, slowly entering the small dark space hoping, praying, I'd find who I was looking for.
The alley was cold and damp, the only things I could see were a crappy spray painted trash can, empty soda bottles, and other garbage littering the small space.
The smell, awful.
Corn chips and ass. That's what it smelled like. Seriously. I had to swallow the vomit in my throat, once that offending odor assaulted my nostrils. And there, among the piles of garbage, was Izaya.
Standing just a few feet away from me. I didn't know what he was doing. He just…stood there. Staring at some place on the ground. Once again, it seemed like he didn't see me.
"Izaya?" I said curiously, waiting for a response.
He didn't look at me.
Something about this situation didn't seem right.
And then I thought of his uncle.
'Damn it…this is his fault!'
That was the only thing I could think of, as I walked closer to him.
"Izaya?" I said again.
Nothing.
It was starting to creep me out. He just stood there, completely still.
"Izaya!" I was starting to panic.
He just wasn't moving! He stood there like a statue, he didn't react to anything I said.
"Izaya!" I said once more grabbing his arm, that got his attention.
"LET GO!" he was suddenly screaming, as he clawed at my hand on his arm, desperately trying to free himself.
It completely caught me off guard, and stupidly, I released him. He tried running past me, stumbling over himself and falling onto the cold concrete. I grabbed him by the arm, hoisting him up onto his feet, the moment my hand touched him, he began to struggle.
"NO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO! PLEASE!"
He pulled and scratched at my arm as tears began to flow down his face, I was stunned silent.
"PLEASE! LET ME GO! I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY!"
It was as if his body just lost the will to move at all, suddenly going limp as he fell to his knees, sobbing apologies
over and over again…
"Izaya…" I said quietly.
He sobbed loudly, tugging one last time at my arm.
"I'm sorry, sorry, so sorry, I'm sorry…please…"
I didn't even know what he was talking about anymore, he didn't even realize it was me.
'Damn that man!'
All I could think about was my hatred for that man. I didn't even know he existed until a few hours ago, but already I know I hated him so much more than I ever hated Izaya.
I kneeled down in front of him, putting both my hands on his shoulders, as he began to hyperventilate.
"Izaya…It's okay…Izaya, you don't have to be afraid, stop apologizing." I said as soothingly as I could. He cried harder.
"I-I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm s-sorry I-"
He sobbed again.
With my hands still on his shoulders, I pulled him into a sudden hug, not caring what kind of trouble it would most likely cause later or who saw.
It didn't matter.
"Shhh, It's okay. You don't have to be scared. Its me. It's just me."
He began to squirm slightly as I tightened my grip.
"Its alright."
You don't have to be afraid.
"It's me."
Don't cry anymore.
"It's just me…"
Please Izaya…
"Its Shizu-"
It's just me.
"Its Shizu-chan. I'm here. Don't me afraid."
He suddenly stopped all movement. I couldn't even hear him crying. Slowly he craned his head upward to look at me. His eyes wide, with tears still in them, his mouth open slightly as he gazed up at me.
I had snapped him out of it.
"Sh-Shizu-ch..chan?" He said, stuttering over his words.
I smiled lightly.
"Yeah its me. You're ok now."
His hands suddenly gripped the front of my shirt as he buried his head in my chest and…
He cried.
Authors notes:
MI-CHAN66: WOOHOO! We're are finally caught up to the beginning of chapter 1! YES! Now I can start writing some Izaya POV's. and Kurgy can help with writing about the sad stuff too!
Kurgy: I hope you enjoyed it! This was seriously my first time EVER writing in a fic before so please go easy on me. ^^
MI-CHAN66:
Ok so! This chapter was longer than any of my other ones and I'm really happy about it! J however, I'm not so happy about the semi-explanation of Izaya's life. I didn't want to put to much information into it because a lot of it was supposed to come up in later chapters when Izaya decides to tell Shizuo about it himself, but because I left out so many things, it didn't turn out as good as I had hoped it too. I'm also not so sure I like the story line anymore…it seemed good at the time but…adding an the uncle doesn't seem like such a good idea anymore. I don't know. I'm just so satisfied with how this chapter turned out. L Actually, it again seemed really rushed to me, but I'm glad Kurgy helped write the last part. I was so tired! （；ﾟДﾟ） anyway, I at least hoped you enjoyed this chapter enough to continue reading the story, because it is far from over. Also, I didn't specify the uncles name because I couldn't think of one. （￣へ￣） Does anybody have any idea's? It would really help me out. Thank you.
Any and all reviews are greatly appreciated! Thank you for reading chapter 7!