Okay guys im like, so sorry for making you wait so long Ive been so busy with school its not even funny. Ive been tutoring people and making some stuff for classes and have loads of hw to do so I try to make time for you guys I really do but anyways here is the next chapter hope you enjoy~

Chapter 10: Izaya's P.O.V

I felt the sun come over us. The light now filled in the gaps that were once dark and basking me in a warm glow. The man before me seemed lost in thought, his eyes were not focused on any particular spot in the room, and seemed to be drifting in pools of honey.

I didn't want to move from this position, this hold that I was in. Scenes flooded my mind every time I blinked, sending shivers down my spine. The sun could only provide so much warmth, as I felt an overwhelming chill come over me. It bit at my skin and nipped at my eyes, stinging what ever it touched.

With the chills came the familiar throbbing from the back of my head, circling it in a pulsing sting. Everything seemed to be washed over with discomfort and pain. I closed my eyes for a moment, breathing in slowly trying to will away these feelings, trying to imagine a place of comfort, but nothing really seemed to make a difference.

"Izaya, are you alright?" I heard Shizuo say, his voice was barely above a whisper.

I opened my eyes for a moment, the light only working against me at this point. I closed them and looked for words to say to answer him, but everything seemed to be too much. The pressure only intensified and sent me into a nauseating state.

"Pain Shizu-chan," I said. I could hardly choke the words out of my mouth at this point.

I curled into a fetal position, trying to find a way out of this. My senses felt dim and I felt the world slip from me as I fell back into a motionless state. Everything around me was dark. Everything was cold. Shattered glass floated around me, glittering as they fell past, showing me clips and phrases of myself.

Red seemed to stain them as they fell further, resembling that of trickling blood. There was nothing to do. No where to go, nothing to feel. Only bitter chills.

Why is it that I always fall into these things? A never ending paradox that only allows me to reminisce. My consciousness is taken from me and replaced by this. But what is there to think about ne? Shattered glass. That could be anything. Maybe it means I'm finally falling apart. And these dreams, these dreams are always shifting. Resulting in the same plot, but always a twist at the end. Choice of words to throw me off? Graphic images to bask me in. All from a past that I never want to see again, yet I'm thrust into it as if it were my future. Heh, how funny, a future of being molested and pounded into the concrete, what a rude awakening indeed.

I continued to think of this for a moment until a piece of glass landed in my hand. A light cut was made evident by the slight sting and the line of red that now appeared. I looked at the glass in my hand, turning it over slowly until I saw thick black letters dancing across it.

BROKEN, ALONE, GONE

Isn't that interesting. I could have sworn I wrote something similar to that.. oh. I see. So these walls have finally crumbled eh? Haha, that's quite humorous. To think that I spent years buliding them in my mind, supporting them, and now they are finally falling. No longer bound to such a room anymore, so it's just a bitter-sweet oblivion. Hmm, but if there is no room, no walls, no contricting tape, that means there is nothing to support me ne?

"You know that's wrong Izaya," a raspy voice came. I searched but found nothing, just glittering reflections.

"And why might you say that," I questioned.

"You're a smart guy Izaya, so why must you play dumb? You know that room was only a lie itself. Walls supported by lies, tape supported will, letters inscribed in doubt, none of it was 'support'," he finished.

"And you know this how might I ask?"

"Because I know everything that you know. And let me reiterate here, this idea of 'support,' you know its wrong," he said, words gliding in the air.

"But these walls held my mental stability together, ne? Without them, there would be nothing to keep me from going insane," I said, now questioning what I was saying.

"See, you know that's wrong too. You just want to lock yourself away, protect yourself from anything subjective, you did it out of fear,"

"I fear no such thing of subjection! Who the hell are you anyways?"

My eyes snapped open as I found myself laying on the couch again, a damp feeling on my head. I reached up and peeled off the cool cloth sitting upon it, and then eased up onto my elbows looking around. I glanced down to see that I was drenched in sweat, a slight dizziness playing on me with what felt like a migraine. I looked over to see Shizuo fast asleep on the floor next to me, the t.v humming very quietly across the room.

I looked to the wall and read the time, which was a little past 3:00. I swung my legs over the side of the couch and made my way to the bathroom, relieving my stomach of all contents that were once in it.

I light tap on the door brought my attention to it.

"Hmmmm?" I called, wiping the corner of my mouth, getting on ne knee and using the counter for support as I lifted myself up.

The door opened slowly and the water swished as I flushed.

"Hey, are you alright, I thought I heard you just pu-"

"I'm fine Shizu-chan, don't worry that pretty little bleach blond head of yours," I said, a light smile on my face.

He still frowned, his features only showing genuine concearn.

"But you passed out this morning, I thought I was gunna lose you there. I mean, you were buring hot, sweating like crazy, and just, it wasn't normal Izaya," he said, sighing at his lack of words.

"Please don't worry about that, it's a virus, something people get nearly everyday, and that almost no one dies from anymore. You should know me better Shiz-chan, it takes a lot more to knock an Orihara down~!" I sang to him, now walking across the room and about to exist, a contricting feeling present in my chest.

I felt him grab my arm before I could exit.

"Izaya, please, you don't need to hide anything from me, I only want to help you anyway I can, but you have to be able to let me in," he said, his eyes searching mine.

I looked away, searching for something to say.

"I will be fine Shizuo. And as far as letting you in goes, I think you have a better chance of getting in than I do."

Okay peeps that's it for now. Please review review review! Love you guys~

Happy Reading,

~Eri-chan