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His body shook in the coldness of the night air. He could see the stars again. How long has it been since those little lights disappeared from his sight? Years, certainly. Fresh air played with his hair that now flashed yellow like stars shine. He was free. Free after all those years of torture and humiliation. He was free!
Pain in his cheek snapped him out of the daze and his hand flew up to the wounded area. He looked at his palm, his own warm blood glistening in the moonlight. Blood he seen so many times before. His eyes traveled up and locked on the pair of familiar maroon orbs that glared dangerously at him.
"I…Izaya?"
Teenager, for that was the form that Izaya was in right now, did not respond. His eyes were blank, a void of all emotions, as small silver blade played in his hand, dancing around his fingertips in the way that only Izaya could make it dance. Was it Izaya? Was Izaya the one who cut him?
No Izaya would never do that.
They were friends.
No.
Not friends.
They were…
Another sharp blade flew past him, launched from Izaya's hands. This one cut deep into his shoulder, spilling the crimson liquid and staining his shirt. His eyes were wide in surprise as he watched the younger one take out another blade. What was he doing? They were out, where they not? Why was he trying to fight him?
He knows that he will lose.
He knows that he will…
…die.
Shizuo was surprised at his own conclusion, but that look in Izaya's eyes was clear. Izaya was going to die today, tonight. And Shizuo was the one who was supposed to cut his life strings short. Izaya was afraid. That every-cocky, bigmouthed little flea was shaken to death. He didn't want to die, he wasn't ready to die.
Not yet.
Not yet.
Not yet.
Shizuo didn't want to kill him, he is not going to kill him. Then why? Why does he feel like he needs to kill him? Like that is his mission? His…destiny?
Izaya lunges himself towards Shizuo, edges of his fur-trimmed jacket dancing in the night, fluttering like the pair of wings. Black wings on the black raven, and the monster is about to rip them off. Knife flashes in Izaya's hand, like a talon of a hawk, extended out with only one purpose.
To kill.
"Izaya, what are you doing?"
He wants to say.
But his body doesn't listen to him no more; it just dodges the attack aimed for his heart. That would kill him. Izaya, of all people, was trying to kill him. An angry bubble of betrayal boils in his chest as he grabs the raven by his neck, lifting him up so his legs dangle helplessly around. The look of fear is obvious in his eyes now as he kicks his legs, trying to set himself free.
Izaya…
…you were always such a coward.
Pathetic.
He doesn't even notice when his grip starts to tighten around the pale boy's neck as panic grows in maroon eyes. He was always so frail, so breakable. Like a fine chine, he is a pretty decoration, but too fragile to be handled roughly. One of Izaya's legs manages of kick him, but it's already so exhausted and powerless that he barely feels it. Just like fleas bite.
Izaya's eyes are begging him now, as his nails dig deeper in Shizuo's hand. Begging him to let go, to spare him, to…forgive him? Shizuo doesn't comply to his pleas and light in those eyes shines weaker and weaker, his legs and arms falling down in defeat. Izaya tiredly looks at him, finally accepting it, accepting that he is going to die, from Shizuo's hands none the less.
And he…
…smiles.
CRACK
Shizuo lunges up in his bed, panting heavily, shaking with his full body. Sweat drips from his forehead as he tries to subside his shaking. He pulls his knees up and buries his head in them, shaking it in horror, trying to chase away the bloody image that was the last picture in his dream. Izaya's neck, cracked in half, his spine sticking out and his blood spraying from the wound, staining the flawless, porcelain skin. All because of him.
"It was just a dream, just a dream, just a dream." He repeats the words like a mantra hoping that the nightmare won't find its way to the real life.
He opens one of his eyes carefully, fearfully, checking on the small, black bundle next to him. Izaya was still asleep, safely tucked away in the dreamland, drooling ever so slightly over the pillow he was hugging and murmuring something about pudding. Shizuo sighed in relief and shook his head in amusement; all of those stupid injections must have messed with his head and made him have such a weird, such a… horrifying dream. He smiled and laid back down, wrapping his arms around Izaya, who in return abandoned his pudding-pillow and turned to the warmth of the other boy's body, digging his head deep in Shizuo's chest. Shizuo couldn't help but giggle at "the all-mighty-and-everything-knowing Izaya" who was now curled up against his chest like a little kitten. He laid his head on top of Izaya's and fell in dreamless sleep.
A.N: A completely pointless chapter…or is it?
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