Alright I got this review that pissed me off to no end. I just wanted to clearify some things. 1) I didn't read the manga so I didn't know who Vorona was so I just made up her personality. I meantioned before that this fanfiction might be a little OOC so that's why Vorona doesn't seem the way she is. 2) I did put warnings for the rape, and for the whole double rape thing, yeah it seemed brutal but it's rape, it's not supposed to be gentle. Over the top, I won't lie the first one was unplanned, I don't actually remember so that's why it was there the second one was there because I'm trying to end this story and Shizuo already dealt with his crazy baby mother so now it's time for Izaya to stop running from his problems. If you would know Izaya never actually dealt with Hinata, he just ran away and now Hinata finally found him. Not sure if I made it clear so that's why. Other than that thanks for reviewing and enjoying it. Just realize that this story was started two years ago... I was 13 then. My writing skills have improved greatly and this story makes me laugh because of how bad it seems. But I'm glad I read this while I'm 15 and not 13 because I would've probably had a fucking breakdown and ended this story but I'll take your advice with Izaya killing Hinata... not that I hadn't planned it already.
WARNING: Very, very graphic. Like lots of blood.
"Let me go you bastard! Don't fucking touch me!" Izaya yelled, kicking and screaming as the guards dragged him out of the room he was in. He looked around the room for something, anything, that could possibly act as a weapon as he saw his attackers getting closer. He looked around until he saw a knife in one of their pockets, and another in their hand.
"Idiots," he mumbled as he lurched forward to grab the knife out of one attackers hand and stabbing them in the neck with unbelievable speed. The man choked as his windpipes were flooded with blood and feel to the ground holding his wound. Without hesitation Izaya thrusted the blade into the other man's chest right near his heart. His heart was beating eratically as he saw the bodies fall to the floor. There was one guy left and he also had a knife, holding it out defensively. Izaya smirked sadistically at his offender before throwing the knife overhead hitting the man in the eye. He let out a blood chilling scream and Izaya got up, pulling the knife out of his eye before slitting his throat.
"It's over, I'm going home," he said and looked around for the exit. He saw his jacket hanging over one of the chairs with his clothes and walked over to get dressed quickly, ignoring the blood that was on his hands. He saw his cell phone sitting on one of the dressers and ran over to it quickly turning it on to see over 100 missed calls from Shizuo alone. God he must be on a murderous rampage.. He thought, dialing Shizuo's number with shakey hands. He put it to his ear waiting as it rung once. Shizuo anwsered almost immediately.
"Hello!? Izaya!?"
"Shizuo, I need help. I'm on a ship, a cruise ship. It was Hinata, you have to help me Shizuo... call Yuko and tell him to tell Shiki that I'm on a cruise ship and that I need help. Please Shizuo, if I don't get off soon, they're going to kill me," Izaya pleaded. He heard silence on the other end, fearing that maybe Shizuo had hung up, or worse that his phone had died but he heard loud screams on the other end which sounded like Psyche and Sakuraya. Psyche... Sakuraya... Delic. I can't die without telling them how much I love them.
"Izaya, it's been a week. I-I'm glad you're okay. I'm calling now, please, please be safe by time I get there," he heard Shizuo say before Izaya nodded, tears swelling up in my eyes.
"Shizuo, I love you. I miss you. Tell the boys, m-mommy loves them," Izaya said, holding back his sobs.
"Shut up, those are dying words Izaya! You're not going to die. You're coming home. I promise. I love you flea, I'll see you soon," Shizuo said and Izaya nodded even though Shizuo couldn't see him through the phone. He didn't want to hang up, he didn't want to stop hearing his voice. It's been a week since he saw his Shizuo and he hoped that he'd see him sooner than later. However, would later even come? Izaya looked down at the corpses that were lying at his feel and he suddenly realized that he had murdered three people. He'd never murdered anyone before. Not with his own two hands. He swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat and looked over at the door. Escape now or never Izaya... He told himself and made a run for the door. He almost made it when something latched onto his ankle and he gasped as he turned to see a bloody hand gripping his jeans.
"Y-You're... g...na... die... bas...trd..." he heard him say and Izaya glared down at him before pulling the bloody knife out of his pocket and thrusting it into the back of the man's neck, feeling the already weak release completely and he let out a shakey sigh.
"Not before Hinata I won't," he said and opened the door, leaving a bloody handprint on the doorknob and ran out, down the halls that gave him horrible memories.
"HEY!" Izaya heard and he ran past two of Hinata's bodyguards and he stopped as two more appeared in front of him. Fuck... he thought and looked out the window, looking to see that there was actually a balcony before a story drop that led to to the main deck. He smirked as his attacker's charged at him and he jumped out of the way before stabbing one in the back and kicking him into the glass. He held his knife defensively, gripping the handle in the same one he would hold his switch blade and sliced towards the other offender so quick that the other two didn't see him move until the man fell to the ground with a simple thud. Without hesitation, Izaya attacked the other two, kicking the shorter one in the neck, sending him staggering into a wall. The taller man grabbed Izaya by the hood of his parka, pulling Izaya backwards. Izaya staggered before almost falling. He threw his hands back before kicking his legs over his head to kick the man square in the chest. He got back to his feet, watching as he feel into the wall, knocking himself unconsious. Making sure his attackers were actually down, he looked at the window and tried opening it, but it was bolted shut. He let out an aggravated sigh before running to his left, hoping that there was someplace he could hide until Shizuo got there.
He so badly wanted to call Shizuo again, to hear his voice and his kids voice to calm his heart that was beating erratically in his chest. He feared for his life, and he feared for Shizuo's. How would he react if he died? Would he be able to take care of the kids on his own? Of course not, Izaya could barely take care of all three of them by himself half the time, but he managed because Shizuo was there. They were an important part of each others lives. They needed each other, and he knew that. He heard yelling from behind him and picked up the speed in his running. If there was anything Izaya was famous for, it was his speed. There was no way they could catch up with him. Izaya put on his signature smirk as he saw an exit. It had been so long since he had felt such an adrenaline rush. It was almost as if he had forgetten it. No, of course he hadn't forgotten, it was a part of him he could never forget. Damn it! How could he have forgotten who he was at that moment. He was Izaya fucking Orihara got heavens sake! He wasn't scared of Hinata! He wasn't the same teenager he was then, so why was he running away? Izaya reached an exit as that question appeared in his head. Why was he running? Images of Delic on his sixth birthday appeared and the smiling faces of the twins in his head. Memories of how happy they were to see him and the way he felt when he saw them came and he smiled sadly.
"I'm not afraid... I just don't want to ever see them sad," he whispered to himself, opening the door to be face to face with Hinata himself. Fuck... he thought as Hinata's shocked expression turned into one of anger. He hid the knife quickly in his pocket before taking a step back. He thought about running, but he knew that Hinata probably had a gun on him, and he knew he couldn't outrun a bullet even if he ran his fastest.
"I see my little kitten doesn't know how to obey?" he spat, taking a step forward and Izaya glared at Hinata.
"I'm not your fucking kitten anymore. I belong to Shizuo... not you," he growled and Hinata laughed.
"How funny, where is this so called 'Shizuo' character? If he really loved you Izaya, he would've been here the day you went missing, yet he's not," he said and Izaya's glare grew colder. There was no way he was going to badmouth Shizuo and get away with it. Izaya threw a punch at Hinata which he immediatley dodged. Izaya wasn't one to normally fight physically. Hell, did he ever get into a fight where he didn't have him knife? Nope. Not one. He ducked as Hinata threw a punch at his face and swiped his leg under him, making him fall backwards. Izaya took out his knife and thrusted it towards Hinata's face. Hinata's reflexes were almost as fast as Izaya's as he moved out of the way of Izaya's blade, grabbing Izaya's arm and twisting it painfully. Izaya let out a pained cry, gritting his teeth as he was forced to drop his knife. At that, Hinata pushed him backwards into the wall, making Izaya slam his head painfully against it. His vision went blurry, and his head throbbed but he was still capable to see when Hinata had picked up the knife and tried to stab him in his chest. He rolled out of the way, standing up quickly and threw a hard kick at his side. He heard Hinata grunt in what seemed like pain, and he saw that he had another knife attached to his belt. He quickly lunged forwards, grabbing the handle pulling it out of it carrior. He turned around just in time to hold it up defensively against the charge that was coming at him. His heart was racing as he searched for any opening of his opponant. Unfortunantly, like himself, Hinata had his guard up. He decided to speed up his attacks, throwing a punch on his left and thrusting the knife at his right. Unlike him, Hinata couldn't dodge his quick attack and the blade impaled him in the shoulder and he yelled as he grabbed at his wound, staggering backwards. Izaya took advantage of this and stabbed at him again, this time in his chest and Hinata sputtered as blood filled his lungs.
"Die! You don't deserve to live after what you did to me! Die you fucking bastard DIE!" Izaya yelled as he stabbed him over and over again, tears filling his eyes as years of fear and anger finally was unleashed from within him. He didn't hear when Shizuo screamed him name from behind him. All he was focused on was Hinata's lifeless body beneath him as he stabbed him repeatedly.
"Izaya stop! It's over, he's dead," Shizuo said, pulled Izaya off of Hinata's bloody body and into his arms. Izaya's hands were shaking and he was covered in blood. Shizuo gently removed the knife from his hands and Izaya immediatley wrapped his arms around him, burrying his face in his chest as he sobbed hysterically. So many emotions were filling his mind at once that he couldn't control him. They were feelings that he had locked deep within him for all these years, and now they were finally being released. He gribbed Shizuo's shirt with his bloody hands and Shizuo felt tears swell in his own eyes and he shushed Izaya, telling him everything was over, that he was safe now. He burried his face in Izaya's hair, kissing his head gently, before looking up at Hinata's dead body. He sighed, standing both him and Izaya up, and took Izaya's hand, ignoring that he was covered in blood.
"Come on, Shiki-san said he'd handle whatever happened here, said somethind about making it look like a deal gone wrong, let's go home," he said, and Izaya nodded before leaning into Shizuo, never wanting tp leave his side ever again.
And there we go. It's the end of that terror. Now this is literally my first time ever writing a fight scene just in case it was bad. I've never really done it with this much violence. I hope this fixed up out little problem there.
Izaya: Way to make that very gorey.
Saku: Thanks I try :) ANYWAYS I hope you enjoyed! LEAVE A REVIEW... Even though I'm kind of reluctant to read what you guys think now.