~Last Chapter~
Chapter 35: Goodbye Old Life; Resolve.
Warning: Blood, Language, Character Death.
By: MystialShard
"Let the flames engulf the disgracing ones, for they have taken more from the person than they already know. That person they have stolen from will rest in a better place, I presume."
The prickling leaves of the bushes they were shrouded within kept them invisible to any sight, the moon refusing to kiss them with its life. The clouds swam in the dark black sea above them like swarms of fish, but none hid the silver lighting that brushed aside any shade. They were approaching the dirty abandoned warehouse, all broken up, windows bashed, the doors rusted and busted over, broken down cars resting dead across the sides. It was a disgusting mess even if they knew it was an old abandoned warehouse.
Wind carried dust within its wings as it brushed their cheeks and sent a cool feeling through their cheekbones. Izaya's dark lashes fluttered softly but his eyes of blood rage carried the silhouette of a revengeful spirit bursting with blissful, sweet vengence. He was fully aware how he would carry out this mission, this set that would decide his future and how he will deal with this problem forever. It was simple, really, he was just sending the demons back to hell like any normal person. These demons were unavoidable, that was proven. They constantly arose from their hiding spots, peeking, screaming, shouting insults that ridiculed his reputation.
He didn't take it a misfortune, Shizuo would be by his side because he had won him over. His previous plan was to fool, seduce even, the blonde into his command and use him to get revenge onto those who had ruined him. But somehow, that proved to be somewhat difficult.
Izaya's eyes fluttered. "Alright."
"Let's show them a good time~"
Shizuo frowned. "So exactly how are we going to do this?"
"Well, look at you Shizu-chan! Actually coming up with a plan before going in!" The raven mused out. "I guess you have proven that you have more than just one little cell floating around in that noggin of yours~"
As always, the blonde scowled at that remark and could feel his blood rush with slight anger heating up his veins and riling him up. "Yeah yeah, is that a problem that I do?" He growled softly trying not to give their voices away. "It's a problem and at the same time a compliment. Who knew I would give you that grace?" Izaya smiled, settling himself on a crouch steady position and crawling careful towards the shattered glass on the ground that portrayed the broken window on the warehouse. They could sneak in through there. He could faintly hear the blonde murmuring in snarls which made his lips curl into a devious grin. It was a good start, getting him even more mad so he could take it out on them.
The sand and dust glided and grazed his dress shoes within each step, the crunching cries of the chunky sandy dusty dirt beneath him felt hard like concrete. Shizuo wasn't far behind him and they drew nearer to the dismembered window that awaited them. Once met, they rested their sides upon the cool rusted metal of the warehouse's side, planting their ears closer.
They heard voices. Far voices that were hard to hear.
"Why do we have to be in here anyway?!"
"Have patience. Whatever the boss says must be important."
They heard a man growl.
"We have an opportunity to take his little 'prize'!"
"But he told us to stay here and guard. I have a funny feeling somethin's gonna happen..."
"No fuckin' shit bro! Nice solvin' things, 'sherlock!"
It felt like that one guy had a short fuse and a familiar voice that sent chills down the raven's spine like a spider or circuits full of electricity. 'So they were expecting us...' an idea was given. 'This man is pretty intelligent, I'll give him that. Let's play that game, then.'
They waited for the opportunity to strike, reading their opponent's every move, where they stepped, the sounds they made, the topics they brought up like speech bubbles in a simulator game. It was easy for the mastermind hidden from their view with his trusted guard dog. They would never expect to have their 'target' be there for as long as they never knew and expect their movements. The shrill air of the crispy air breathed into a hot breath of pressure and it made Shizuo's anxiety rush. He hated waiting, it was one of the flaws in his life that he couldn't control. His skin sighed out beads of sweat from the anxiety. What if they were caught? Why should it matter? Shizuo would beat them senseless and they would stand no chance. Although, that day not too long ago when he was fiercely injected with the paralyzer, it coursing through his veins like venom and instantly draining his strength bit by bit - but it wasn't enough to stop him. He was strong and he knew it.
Awaiting Izaya's next command, he obediently sat beside the raven and listened in as well. "So I'm guessing they expected us, huh?"
Izaya eyed the blonde. "Seems like it. Their boss isn't as dense as I thought he'd be. He's very organized and planned out. That's something, he's almost unexpected."
Whether it was a full blown war about to happen at the night, the raven couldn't help a smile slip onto his features with the sudden thought coursing through his mind as fast as electricity. He could picture it now, them ready and approaching the men without them having a glimpse of them. Although, they were expecting them so that was slightly out of the bag.
Looking across the clearing, he couldn't exactly pinpoint it, but he smelled the strange odor of oil and sulfur. Of course, it could have been the warehouse which had broken cars and was oldly used for the trading for the substance, but it didn't feel right. Narrowing his eyes and knitting his brows, Izaya observed his surroundings. This time the moon wouldn't allow them to see any of the evidence around but just dark trails. It seemed that they have indeed been expecting them.
They must have been standing there for longer, since it was 12:51 AM when he careful reached for his phone for the timing. They would strike at 1 am sharp. Not sure of barging in which would cause suspicion and what they were expecting which wouldn't be a smart move. "We strike at 1 AM." he murmured making sure the blonde understood, in which he nodded. Sneaking was the best and smartest option, the one he was going with anyway until they were caught. It would be slightly difficult with Shizuo and his barking demeanor but he saved the beast for when the time was right; if he was needed to be used and something was telling him that he would be of use at this moment or perhaps any moment.
Gritting his teeth when the moment was right, the clock at ticked into 1; the number setting the mark to initiate their hidden assault.
"Now!" The raven whispered quietly but loud enough for the blonde to understand. Without a moment's waste, Izaya hoisted himself off of the dusty ground and leaped straight into the warehouse and landed quietly on his swift legs. Shizuo was right behind him and it surprised that Shizuo was actually quite obedient and quiet, has he changed? No way.
They were hidden behind a broken, battered car that shielded them from their opponent's eyes. Within the room there was a disturbing light that was not bright enough to shed its life across the entire warehouse and flickered dangerously. Would just that light be enough of a help? All the other lights were busted and never breathed any life. Peaking from the side, he examined a man with similar blonde hair approach in a sluggish manner, shoulders drooping and acting as if he was bored. He leaned onto the car, breathing out a heavy sigh. "God damn this is boring as shit...!" Yep, that annoying one.
Glancing around, all the other members were scattered and facing different directions, but it seemed as if this annoying one was driving all the attention towards him. Something would bring up their suspicion after he suddenly got quiet. One blonde, two wearing ski-masks, one large, tall, bulky, unforgettable, but wore an eye patch which triggered his questioning glare. Everything was as it was when he was first placed here, tied and bound in ropes that would forever leave marks, if not really, then spiritually. It sickened him to his stomach how he was able to remember everything from their place and where they were. He'll never forget a place like this.
"Oh shut the hell up already Tomoki!" one baritone voice spoke up. "Likewise! If my voice annoys you then deal with it!"
He was a blubber mouth.
Trying to ignore the voice blaring out curses, Izaya found a very intriguing spot to strike.
"Can't stand being here, isn't there anything we could possibly due to pass the time already?"
"For the love of god Tomoki, shut the fucking hell up and deal with it!"
"Take a chill pill ya dick! You're as bored as I am! Hell, don't you remember what he did to your eye Boro?"
With them instantly tying a rope of disgust and hate towards each other, the others failed to catch or hear the screech of a knife rippling through the air. A rusted and almost ready to break instantly broke upon impact with the knife because of how worn out it was and it released whatever it had in its hold. It was having a strangling grip upon a large enormous wooden crate that was chipped all over the edges and had a faded shade of brown dusted upon it. It instantly fell and crashed into the ground like a bomb, it carrying nothing but a dusty sand like substance adding a better distraction. An explosion of dust scattered and clouded their eyes in a stinging pain. The sound blasted like a sonic boom and it startled them all. It was so dusty everyone only saw silhouettes of black figures of each other.
"What the hell?!" One of them roared. "What was that?!" The other questioned in demand.
So many questions flew as to their misfortune upon not hearing the faded but light as a feather steps creeping up behind them. Izaya swiftly wrapped his arms around the blonde moron and clocked him mercilessly on the head, instantly knocking the consciousness from his mind. He couldn't even usher a squeak before he was down.
That was one. Instantly, he fled to the next opponent, one of the ski-masks man. He wasn't a problem or even a match when a fast kick slammed straight into his face, blood gushing out from the tunnels of his nose like a dam bursting from a powerful river. He could hear Shizuo decking the others from across the room, them immediately them going down like corpses after they met their demise. Of course, he knew that wasn't enough to kill them. The dust swarming in the air like smoke screen was clearing fast with the wind from outside.
His hearing was as sharp as an animal's, making sure that the only weak opponent left with how he was breathing and of course, the largest. "What is going on- Tomoki!? Shima?" Pathetic, really.
Izaya crept up against his prey like a snake ready to strike and strangle him. The urge was screaming at him to do it, that man was the one who brutally humiliated him in front of all of the men. He was the man who made Shinra burst out in tears which Izaya had never seen on his own. Shinra only cried when it was about Celty, joyous or sorrowful tears, it was still about Celty. But he found an opening to the unlicensed doctor and took it. This man was the first to come near him. He was the first to put his hands on him. He was the first to disrobe him of his clothes.
He was the one who stole his virginity.
He was the one who raped him.
The man may have only one eye, but he could still see the darkening figure as it drew close in a slow walk, threatening and sending chills of danger down his back. "Bastard! W-Who are you?!" he demanded in question. Izaya was still slowly approaching, a deadly smile staining his face for generations to come, eyes flaring with death and scarce predatory. He knew he was trying to inflict fear upon him, Boro stood his ground and awaited his movements.
In a flash, the figure turned straight into a blur, dashing straight at him. 'He's fast!
Boro tried to swing first despite the dust clouding his eyes and making them squint, but it wasn't fast enough to catch the shadow. He was too fast- too out of his league.
Izaya swiftly avoided the punch, swelling him to the side able to creep up behind him. Instantly, he captured the man's bulky neck in his arm in a choking head lock.
"Well hello to you too! It's been a while, hasn't it, Boro-san?"
That musing voice of a cat's purr rang into his ear and he shuddered from it. The fear of realising who this man was, who this person was was growing in the pits of his belly. He tried to struggle from the grip but the arm surrounding his throat collapsed inward with a tight squeeze everytime. "It's... you!" He rasped out through heavy gasps. His throat was sore and grew hot from the tension from the cage of an arm. He felt nothing more than an small rabbit being strangled to death by a snake, the man having the eyes of one as well. "Well, well, well! Isn't this a similar situation? Hm?"
Boro grit his teeth. "So the boss was right...!" It was hard to even breathe from the crushing threshold the raven had upon his windpipe. He knew something was up, but never expected it to be like this. "I won't lie, your boss is very intelligent when it comes to planning~"
"I know! Let's play chicken!" The happiness in his voice could be heard from just holding onto the man. Izaya could have his chance of revenge upon this man. "C-Ch-Chicken?"
"That's right my dear fellow! But it's a different type of chicken!" His eyes narrowing into a dangerous glare of a snake's.
Suddenly, a silver light shined in the corner of his eye until it was brought straight to his one working eye. That one eye widened in fear. Izaya held the knife dangerously close to the man's eye closing in. "You get to scream and cry out like the little bitch you are and plead or tell me about yoru boss. You're already a chicken so you've already lost, so I'll give you the punishment anyway~!"
"I get to take your other eye or get information about your bastard of a boss! Isn't that great?" He could tell he was having so much fun. When someone has power over another individual it forms a surge of lusting more after the power and taking control. But Izaya was always known for that. Beads of sweat turned into rivers slivering down his face, the moisture making it uncomfortable and the rapid beating on his ribcage from his heart was killing him. The dust that was once acting as a distraction and a blinding gust was completely dried out a while ago and he failed to notice. All his comrades had fallen onto the ground obviously unable to get up. And his eyes found a familiar blonde cladded in a bartender's get-up, his fear skyrocketing by this point. "So let's have it!"
"Which one?" The knife continuously shifted to his eye patch and his one eye as he heard the question leave the raven's lips. This felt like something off of a horror movie when a character can't prevent the situation nor prevent their injuries from happening. Izaya was the mad scientist, the knife was the lever, Boro himself was the machine. The weapon drew closer to his eye, a nail length away from colliding straight into the eyeball. "H-He's a fucking asshole!" He found himself rambling on.
"The man is fucking crazy obsessed over you! He said that you were his g-gift and wanted you back because you're rare...uh-he wants to break you! Fuck you so many times that you'll break and beg!" The man never understood why his mouth had a mind of its own, spilling out information of his boss that had taken his eye. But he had to confess, he hated that man. He wished he never met him, but he loved being inside the raven that was threatening him, he wanted the same power K had. He wanted to break Izaya as well, fuck him as many times as he wanted to, instantly filling the helpless raven with his rock hard cock over and over again until he grew tired or bored. But now seeing the raven had caught him in the jaws of danger, that proved to be impossible.
"I'm sorry, but you won't get the chance to see me like that again~" Izaya mused out in a joking manner, senting fierce jabs of pain through Boro's neck that grew weak. His vision was clouding with spots of black, the darkness eating away at it. "I do love humans, however, I don't take a fond of you."
"Now then, have a nice day."
His arm closed the free space between them and squeezed the air straight out of his lungs. Boro was gurgling out gasps, curses, trying to say something though it was cut short after he found his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Darkness had completely swallowed him whole and left his unconscious body to lay there like a corpse. Izaya retracted his arm and watched the pathetic weight of dirt that was a human drop to the ground.
Shizuo was glaring from the sight.
'Hmm, so he does have the patience.'
"Don't worry, just taking care of some business as alw-" "He's the fucker, wasn't he?"
Izaya lifted his gaze onto Shizuo, those intense eyes of red trying to read them. "You wouldn't be playing around with anyone of these guys unless it was the bastard who did this to you."
Izaya grimaced. "It's not the boss of course. But if you really want the truth, then yes." His eyes fluttered like it was a joke but deep down he was boiling with shrill anger which was uncommon for Izaya, a person who has no problem controlling his emotions. "He was the one who had stole my precious virginity."
Shizuo couldn't find his calming spot, even if the dark haired man before him was giving him a smile. It's obviously a fake smile and he could feel the pits of his soul raging with pure red anger. The man on the ground was indeed a sack of shit. The golden haired man still couldn't contain his anger within the many times he had tried. It was that disgusting lump of bulk laying faced down onto the hard floor of the warehouse that had gone and raped the flea in his weakening hour. It just felt like a rush of absolute hatred; loathing for that man.
"There's no need to get all riled up. He's already taken cared of and you certainly can't kill anyone nor would be able to. It's best if we just leave him here and rot."
He was right. But then there was clapping.
Clapping so loud that it rippled the air of its deafening silence and caught their attention.
"Bravo! Bravo! I couldn't have said or done it better! You're always as astonishing as ever,"
"my prize~"
Both of the men, or should I say lovers, glowered at the sickening shadow looming over them on the railing, his eyes smiling as well as his sickening grin. Shizuo felt the blood inside of him boil at the way he had addressed the raven - he was no fucking prize. He was a human being and to be treated like one, even if he was an asshole. "And it is of great honour of meeting you once again, Heiwajima Shizuo!"
The blonde felt like exploding. "I knew all along it was you, fucking bastard!"
The man had a short cut with a noticable color or shade of brown to black. His glasses rested upon the bridge of his nose and the glasses revealed a sliver of light bouncing off of them giving it a dangerous glow. He had a different hoodie on and his glare was however intimidating. "As you both already know, I am flattered that you both have come to see me! How adorable!" He continued to clap. The ring was visible and shined from the lack of lighting. Shizuo looked as if he was about to burst but the raven kept his ground and blew hatred towards the man through a calm face.
"Hiraya Kamito at your service!" The man brought himself down midway in a bowing gesture. Shizuo spat and Izaya's brows knitted.
"I guess I could say the same for you." He responded calmly, connecting their eyes. "I must say, I wasn't expecting my full plan to go out!" He crossed his arms and said in a nochalant manner. "You see, I was expecting Shizuo to not only come into contact with you, but suddenly he developed a close relationship towards you! Afterwards I just deemed my plan a failure." He explained, having doubt written on his features. "I was trying to use the blonde fortissimo over there to my advantage. 'Of course, since he had a grudge on you it was going to be a charm! He'll bring him straight to me!' I thought. But alas, that wasn't how it was going to go. I didn't steal your ring just because I liked it, and I do, but I also knew that this fine bartender would come across and I had to use it to my advantage. And it caught his attention but he never asked any question."
"That was rather disappointing." He continued like he was talking to everyday people. But they weren't everyday people, they were much higher. "But after so many encounters and how many times you foolishly let yourself into my hand, the more my brain was brewing!" Kamito laughed loudly, beaming straight down on the subjects almost growling at him. "I never would have thought that you would fall in love with him! When does the legendary Orihara Izaya even show emotions?"
"Or are you just using him to get back at me, lying about your so-called feelings for the brute?!"
Izaya's glare never wavered its potential. Though, the thought was brewing. Kamito was better at reading people then he had realized. He was becoming even more than a threat. He could feel the blonde's eyes filled with disbelief on him, but ignored it. "Tell me exactly, why are you so infatuated with me?" He questioned, eyes stern.
"Tell you? Of course I'll gladly tell!" His arms spread open like he was welcoming them. "I like you a lot, Orihara! But you proved to be meddlesome in the town. After coming across your 'gracious' friend of a doctor, I found my opportunity and took it in with my very own hands! You're a hard-boiled person who only cares for his amusement, not ever about anyone else's feelings! Like me!"
"Oh but when you were caught and placed right on the flooring of thie warehouse I couldn't stand not being near you! You were so vulnerable and caught in a trap, like a fly caught in a spider's web~!" His grin sickened into one of a demon's. "You were just sprawled out onto the floor waiting for someone to fuck you right! Of course I let worthless little Boro over there take your virginity forcefully, but when it was my turn I couldn't resist!"
"I want to break you. I want to hurt you. I want to destroy you. I want to take everything from you. I want to see you squirm under me~"
Kamito wrapped his arms around himself as if he was trying to contain his happiness. His eyes fluttered closed, he tried to contain his lucid imagination but it let lose. "Oh you were so beautiful all bruised and hurt! Tears that would sell of a high price! You're screams and muffled words after he took you were magnificent! Boro roughed you so much you couldn't help yourself either!" This man was sick. He was laughing and had the face of a masochist.
"Ah, Boro~ Stop, please! You're too big for me! Unh~' Was what I heard from it! And when I finally took him - fill him inside with my cum, he looked so beautiful all covered in the substace and pools of crystaline tears~" He laughed sickeningly with a crazy one of a villain's, clutching himself hard.
Shizuo couldn't believe what he was hearing and everything inside his being was screaming to murder that man. Kill him. Rip him to shreds. Leave his body parts - limbs shredded and thrown to the birds. His blood wasn't has hot as they were with everyone else - even with Izaya. It was hotter, if he would demonstrate what he was, he would say a blue star in splace close to imploding and taking everything around it with it. His fists clenched dangerously hard. Not only were the knuckles of his hand pure white, but he was drawing blood, the scarlet colored liquid streaming down and dropping down lifeless. Izaya looked the same if a person was only judging by his eyes, but his face was still calm.
"Hmm? Why did the audience grow quiet? Did they actually acknowledge what I said?" He said in a teasing manner.
"Shut the fuck up you disgusting pile of shit."
Kamito stopped smiling and took on a frown. "Huh?"
"You heard me..." The growl had not ever gone unnoticed. He stomped his footing straight through the concrete of the warehouse, denting it and the cry of the floor pierced their ears. "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DISGUSTING PILE OF SHIT!" Shizuo roared in utter anguish as anger completely took over his body. The spirit of anger had entered him and there was no turning back, this was actually the angriest Izaya has ever seen Shizuo for the longest they have met.
"Oh? Has the beast finally decide to show his true colors? Could he not take that his lover was always a slut-" "I SWEAR TO FUCKING CHRIST SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
"I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU! YOU ROTTEN CUNT BAG!" The blond hurled himself forward launching himself straight into the air by one kick to the ground denting it even more like a meteor crashed straight through the roof of the warehouse and destroyed the flooring. The air had grown dangerous and Kamito suddenly couldn't breathe normally. "What is this feeling...?" he whispered as low as a mouse's squeak. He was scared.
Izaya watched as the blonde skyrocketed after the man who he had such hatred for. What if Shizuo might actually kill him?
Kamito lurched himself to the side, dodging the blonde's attack. The attack destroyed the whole railing and metal floring that kept him elevated. "Shit!" He cursed, grabbing the railing and keeping his weight up with its support. Shizuo had leaped himself back up and ravaged the metal Kamito was supporting himself off and tugged it, easily ripping it off of its hinges like flapping a blanket. Shizuo had lost all sense of human emotions. All he felt was anger.
He was going to kill that man.
The brown haired man quickly leaped off onto the next safe spot onto the ground, bracing his fall by rolling. "GET BACK HERE!" The blonde was shaking the entire warehouse just by his shrieks of anger piercing and rippling the air. Kamito began running, if not, trying to tease the blonde into chasing him. Izaya yanked the knives from his jacket and slung them left and right like bullets. Each cutting or grazing the man's hoodie and skin. He was not going to get out of this alive.
The sudden disgusting smell of burning ash snapped Izaya out of his senses and he glanced around for the scent. It was too strong as if there was a fire-
Looking out of the battered windows of the shed they were in there was a dangerous illuminating light of a rich orange growing brighter and brighter, its light bouncing off of the walls and glass. The smell of oil and sulfur from earlier, it wasn't a coincidence. Izaya was right to be on edge, Kamito was expecting them so this was his plan.
"Don't follow him! It's a trap!" Izaya shouted, but Shizuo trailed after Kamito, demolishing everything in his path. Nothing survived behind an inch in his way. There were dark lines that were circling around the warehouse because it was a ring of oil. They were caught in a warehouse surrounded by a ring of fire ready to engulf and swallow everything. The sound of crackling was present and the smoke was starting to seep into the air better, it's blackening cloud of ash looming over everything. The heat began reaching the inside of the warehouse, beads of sweat beginning to trail down the raven's brow. This was his plan all along. And the sulfur inside the the warehouse would cause a huge explosion, destroying any evidence but it was a risky choice. Anyone caught in it would possibly die. Would he really sacrifice his men just to get what he wants? He truly is a force to be reckoned with.
"You know he's mine! I want to take him, fuck him everyday as he moans my na-" "GO TO HELL!" They were at it, their 'game' of cat and mouse, ready to slaughter each other. But Kamito was using a similar method that rang straight in the depths of the raven's mind. He was acting like Izaya - always tempting and dodging Shizuo no matter what he did. He knew that was the only way to rile up Shizuo to his maximum, but it was getting too out of hand. Shizuo was destroying everything and causing everything to fall down, the man in the hoodie instantly laughing psychotically.
No more games.
Izaya through his knives with no hesitation directly at the prancing man. At least four of the weapons found his skin and sunk painfully deep within, blood gushing out like a fountain and a pained grunt escaped his lips. Kamito fell to the ground with a sickening thud. The warehouse was practically gone from the damage and the beast of flames outside devouring everything around it. The roof was already clouded in flames and debris fell, chipped, colliding into the ground sending dust flying. Who knows, the police would be there soon. The men they had taken care of earlier had all realized the situation after the flames had screamed them to wake up, the heat making it hard for them to breathe. They instantly knew the situation and made their way out, all except one.
The debris played a game with the people below, them not knowing when it will strike in their way with flames, pieces endlessly chipping and falling down. Izaya looked over at the two center of attention.
Shizuo had caught the rat in his fist, lifting him up by the hem of his hoodie. He might actually kill him.
"Aww, did I make the monster mad?"
"Shut the fucking hell up and go die."
"I would but you're going to do that for me, aren't you?" Kamito was trying to portay Izaya's trickster like way of playing. And he wasn't bad, but it was playing all too well into his plan. "I know you wouldn't kill me, you don't have what it takes, no matter what. Because that would make you a monster that everyone knows you are." He smiled.
The busted car they were hiding behind suffered from the flames - an unexpected explosion blew across the clearing. Izaya flew face forward from the explosion that errupted behind him, sending him skidding across the flooring. Shizuo had toppled off of Kamito and they both flew on different parts.
The shrill pain of a burn stained Izaya's back slightly, the warmth being more than it could. Not until a rough force pushed him back down, stilling him there. "Fuckin' got'cha!" A rough masculine voice sounded. "Shit- Izaya!" Shizuo called. Izaya weakly pressed his weight upon the ground, pushing him up with whatever strength he had left against the unknown force. Kamito wasn't anywhere by the blonde nor in his sight, instead, he was limping towards them.
"Good Boro! Nicely done!" He called out to the man holding the raven down. Boro held pride in what he had done, looking down at the wounded raven below him. That explosion must have done a good number on him due to him being right in front of it by a meter. "I caught him for ya boss." He sounded proud. Izaya brought his blood irises to the men, giving them the absolute face of annoyance; anger. Kamito crouched down to his level. "Of course you're a slut. It's obvious you slept with the blonde brute over there."
He smirked. "You'll always be a slut."
Shizuo was growling, almost foaming with anger trying to get his weight off of the ground. Not until suddenly a little warm sensation coated with a little jolt of pain came from his waist and his legs. It was pooling under him and he couldn't help but notice. A scarlet colored substance had been leaking from his waist. A pool of it was nearly created and that's when he noticed. The shrill pain wasn't just something out of the ordinary but it was accompanied by a large long pillar. A large thin beam that looked of burnt chip from the ceiling and chips lodging themselves straight into his legs. It must have collapsed and stabbed straight through his skin, but not deep enough. It was only his side and leg, his skin was tough and hard, it wouldn't hurt nor would it bruise any internal organs. But there was a slight pain that accompanied that and he disliked it.
He slowly lifted his frame off of the sizzling ground slowly not to injure, but instantly didn't care anymore and rose to his own two feet. Not only did everything suddenly get quiet after a shout that sounded of a gun shot rippled out and echoed like a song that stunned the audience.
It wasn't until his mouth had dropped from what he had seen.
Boro was losing balance, falling backwards with a shocked face of disbelief written all over his features. There was a noticeable dark red spot longed into the center of his noggin. "I'm sorry my friend, but I did overhear what you said about me. You were only perfect for this very moment. It was quite well working with you." Kamito pledged with an evil smile.
There was a gun in his hand. And he had shot Boro with it. His own comrade.
The shock was overwhelming that not even the crackling song the fire made was enough to snap them out of their trance of shock; it was even getting harder to breathe with the smoke creating a dome around them. The fire was no doubt enormous that there was no way around it, they were stuck in it. It was like that stereotypical movie character witnessing a murder that they were not expecting to see.
"Now then, I guess I get to have you as my 'prize' again."
Kamito leaned down catching the raven's chin fiercely, looking him dead in the iris of crimson. Izaya loathed this man all to hell but he wouldn't let the man gloat over his weakness so he kept all his emotions hidden on his face, but his eyes were screaming bloody murder at him. That hand forced his head forward, crashing their lips together. Izaya felt the bile rising to his throat upon intact, feeling the mushy muscle of pink invade his mouth and brush against his teeth. Feeling the disgust create pressure in the air and squeeze his chest, the raven persisted in pulling away from every chance he had, but eventually went on with the show. In the corner of his eye, he found the blonde struck frozen on the spot unable to even twitch a leg forward from the event occuring in front of his very own eyes. The air felt like it would retreat from his lungs from just watching him.
Kamito was enjoying this little present. The sight before the ex bartender was enough to not only break his calm state, but it was enough to prepare him for another beat down.
Not until Kamito retracted fast with a loud grunt, dislodging their lips and straightaway released the dark haired man's chin, letting him rest his head onto the ground harshly. "Ouch. That actually hurt." The glasses wearing man hissed in a sarcastic tone. Blood had trickled down his chin from his lips. Izaya spat blood to the side and gave him a glare of amusement. Izaya bit his tongue midway to stop the kiss.
"Now, that wasn't very nice!" He brought his foot in the air and crashed it down on the Izaya's head, smashing it within the battered floor. Kamito laughed. "Huh? You're not going to put up a fight?"
Shizuo didn't feel his legs taking a mind of their own, step after step, stomp after stomp, growl straight into a roar. "You...!"
Kicking the dust beneath his heels that created an eerie trail behind, Shizuo bolted with lightning speed straight at the man not caring if the wound in his side would get worse; he can't really feel it anyway. "KAMIIITOOO!" He was bubbling mad.
Kamito sought the chance to get moving, but felt a warm sensation on his leg; a hand clenching tightly upon it. "W-What?" He gasped out. Izaya squeezed upon the man's leg like it was his death grip. Slightly lifting up his head, he gave that sinister, sadistic smile of someone who would enjoy it. Kamito felt his heart sink and the beat slamming against his ribcage like a stereo's bass. He yanked and yanked from the hand that were like teeth biting straight into his leg, but it wasn't any use. Feeling no sense of hope or anyway to escape, Kamito flew his gaze towards the menace approaching him at full speed, fear instantly clenching him in its pits, hauntingly.
"YOU'RE DEAD!" The huffing man clenched a fist and brought it in the air strikingly. Kamito winced upon impact of the fist, it meeting his broad face and slamming him backwards. The force was immensely strong he felt a crack within his cheekbone and teeth dislodging from their current spots, blood splurting from both his mouth and nose like an endless fountain of red. It sent him flying through the air, shredding every last bit of smoke in his wake and slamming straight into the debris still being enfulged by the flames hungrily.
Shizuo couldn't help stumbling straight after the hit. His legs had failed to sustain his weight from the pillars lodged into his waist and leg. He was at least 3 - 4 feet away from the raven. Izaya had been carried slightly with the impact, but was not that far off. Izaya raised himself off of the warming ground with his arms, pushing his weight off of the ground with whatever strength he had left until he had prompted onto his knees and straight into a crouched stance. He wobbled slightly, but caught his ground beneath his heels. Shizuo was trying endlessly to get off of the ground with ease but continuously toppled onto the ground. He couldn't feel the pain like normal people should, but his body would disobey him. Cursing to himself, Shizuo grabbed the small debris pillars and chunks that were dug straight into him and yanked them out with ease, but winced. The smoke surrounded its victims with its disgusting scent of burning ash, however the blonde never mind for he was used to the smell.
The air was persisting to enter, but the flames protested and scorched even more with its flames. The cry of a horse rang and pierced the sound of crackling fire. The black rider was softly approaching from a very very far spot, gaining momentum from the cliffs. Shizuo gave a small smile after realising who it was. "Well, we're in luck." He heard the raven mutter from behind. The blonde brought his gaze from the urban legend and rested halfway on his lover; if you could call him that. Then a sudden thought shot in his mind.
'If this is all over, then what's gonna happen now...?'
Cocking his head softly to the side to get a better view of the man, his soft pearl like skin was still have crystaline as it was before, but bruises edged at his jawline and a faint streak of dried blood strained his nose. His clothes were tattered with the blanket of dust and dirt but it wasn't a problem. It was becoming a slight problem when Izaya couldn't breathe in this temperature and climate, the flames were beginning to rest for the lack of food for it to devour, but the smoke still surrounded them in a dome. Though, the flames were still high.
"Izaya..." Shizuo smiled. It was over. They will all be taken cared of now. Shizuo felt his feet skid across the floor and approach the raven who awaited him.
Izaya looked relieved but not really smiling. It would all be fine.
The blonde had only taken three very short steps closer and found his happiness brewing. This was their story.
BANG
Time suspended itself.
Shizuo had frozen and his eyes carried a wave of worry. Izaya looked at Shizuo with an unidentified look. A look the blonde had never seen him wear before. It was the look of surprise, shock, the look of being in a trance. Izaya stumbled back softly and angled his view downwards. Izaya eyed the spot of red trickling from his chest until it bloomed into a great pain. Utter horror had taken over his eyes and he brought his eyes of suspense onto the blonde.
"...Shizu...chan...?"
He couldn't hold himself up anymore. He suddenly found himself falling harshly onto his knees, the concrete slamming a pain through them. Izaya wobbled slightly until he fell backwards, laying there.
Shizuo was frozen and the flames' curses could not encourage him to move or thaw his movements.
Izaya had been shot.
Shizuo had whipped his entire behind to look behind him, and saw a hand shaking with a weapon in it. Kamito was buried in flaming debris already trying to eat away at him. He had a smile and his glasses were on the floor, cracked and broken for eternities to come.
". . . If I . . .can't have my prize, then. . . neither can. . . you . . ."
Blood had turned into lava and Shizuo couldn't sustain the beast destroying its cage within him. "YOOOOUUU...!" He hoarsed out through a sore voice of anger. Before he could even take a step towards the sickened dirt back, a flaming blanket of metal had collapsed straight from the roof and bury the man. The hand that was reached out had fallen and never twitched.
Shizuo cursed to himself before catching the biggest problem within his mind.
"Izaya!" He raced instantaneously to the laying man. Not until more debris had fallen straight into his path, blocking the entry to see the hurt raven. Shizuo was panicking with the most he had ever in his life. Izaya was going to die and this debris was in his way. It almost squished the raven. The taunting flames that dared stand in his way didn't waver him and he brushed the debris off easily like air. Celty was speeding at this point and screeched her bike to a halt, the wheels digging straight into the dirt and leaving a trail.
Izaya's arm was under a small piece of wood and the blood, gushing terribly like a water spout. His brows were knitted in pain and he refused to flutter his eyes open; his sort dark lashes casting a curtain of shadow.
"Fuck! Izaya!" He called again after shoving the wood and metal that had captured his arm; him kneeling down and picking up the raven in his arms carefully. Izaya winced softly. He held Izaya upright by one hand and casted his layer of worry only on the weak raven in his arms.
Celty casted her shadows of dark straight into the fire, the shadows fighting a fierce battle with the flames. The orange substance refused to be devoured by the shadows but was no match, easily succumbing to it. The fire was clearing out and Celty was rushing over.
"...I...used you..."
Shizuo frowned. "He was right, I...used you..." Izaya softly fluttered his dark lashes upward revealing his pained orbs of crimson. "It's not the only reason...why..."
"...You were more than a...help... but..." He couldn't keep speaking like this, his voice felt sore. His chest was blooming with numbing pain that refused to subside. "Ever since we met... I've always wanted to be... close..." He said in a joking manner, but it was cracking with pain and he knew he couldn't keep this up for long. Shizuo was clenching the raven even tighter, refusing to let him go. "Can you believe that...? Me... wanting to be close? That's hilarious..."
". . . Isn't it. . . Shizu. . . chan . . . ?"
The man had enough of the raven talking. He was frowning. "Don't talk!"
"...Is this really upsetting Shizu-chan...?" He giggled in a hurt voice. His eyes drooped down into a half-lidded stare of bliss, his smile weak. It wasn't much until his vision began darting between clear and vague, dark spots plaguing his sight in clouds. "Don't be sad... At least I'll be gone now... right...?"
"God damn it shut up already!" Shizuo cursed to himself. He couldn't handle this. Was Izaya planning this all along? He was already losing color. A salty substance began clouding his vision and it stung the edges of his eyes. "Save your breath for later. We're getting out of here..."
". . . Shizu-chan . . . ?"
His limbs wouldn't obey him. He couldn't get off of the ground. It was like Izaya had casted a spell that turned him into stone by just saying that word.
". . . Maybe next time. . . Can we be close there . . . ne?"
He was losing too much blood. The delicate liquid staining both of their clothes but pretty much dyed the front of the raven's. There wasn't much time. Celty had finally taken care of the fire and had stopped rushing over, standing midway in shock.
Izaya's eyes had begun to flutter downard, his dark lashes casting the blanket of shadow over his cheekbones, the once colored skin of pearl now pale as a ghost, no color in those cheeks. It wasn't until Shizuo grasped his hand and held it tightly. The raven nodded with a genuine smile. A smile that was normal. A smile that spoke of kindness. It wasn't until those eyes had shut, those crimson eyes never being seen, for this was their last show.
'Don't leave me.'
His frail fingers were slowly untangling with his broad ones.
'Don't Leave Me.'
He was getting cold.
'Don't. Leave. Me.'
He felt the wave of utter uselessness wash him away. There wasn't even a weight in his arms. The once warm and bloodied frail fingers that were entangled with his were slipping out of his hand and the blonde couldn't stop it. There was nothing he could do.
Shadows wrapped around the figure within his arms.
[We have to get him to a hospital! He won't last much longer! Come on!]
The device was brought to his face, the trance he was in was stronger. Celty yanked him up, knowing she would need to fit three individuals on there, the bike transformed into a mystic looking carriage. They made their way in it and the horse puffed smoke out in acknowledgement. Shizuo snapped out of his trance and he prayed to whatever god would listen to him.
Hope was all he had.
Three weeks.
Celty sat onto the couch, dropping her shoulders low. The memory still present.
"Celty dear, I think I've recieved a message from Izaya..."
She looked at him with her nonexistant eyes. [And what does it say?]
"He needs you help. I think he's going to do something dangerous again..."
She would have never made it there on time if it wasn't for her fiance. She was glad. But she felt terrible for Shizuo.
The blonde had completely shut himself off from everyone. No one in Ikebukuro dared to approach him even after that incident with the truck driver. He seemed more menacing but yet, sad. He wasn't in his right set of mind.
"Are you doing alright...?" He had heard Tom ask earlier.
"...Fine..." he wasn't. Tom knew it. Tom had let him go, since they ha no other clients and didn't wish to make Shizuo go through with any more problems that he had already had. Vorona had wished him good fortune on her behave, and her company was greatly needed. But it didn't last long in the afternoon.
The warehouse was still being investigated and the police would not allow any reporters to dwell onto the situation or investigate inwards. He was alone.
The day had dwelled straight into dusk, the rich orange pink sky with clouds of gold looked like something that was painted. It was too peaceful. He missed the peacefulness of having a certain raven by his side.
He missed him.
". . . Maybe next time. . . Can we be close there . . . ne?"
Was that his way of confessing? The blonde felt so much guilt building up inside him, not even the old things he used to do brought a smile to his face. He never had the chance to tell Izaya how he felt. He never told Izaya that he loved him. He didn't care how silly or unbelievable it was, he loved the moron.
Everything was quiet in Ikebukuro. Shinjuku wasn't even touched.
These weeks have scarred his happiness and all he could ever feel was sorrow. Those old eyes of red glaring at him with bedroom eyes and slight amusement pouring from them, the smile of a snake's. The movements swift and faster than anything and he was on par with Shizuo. He couldn't get captured. He was the only one that actually suited the blonde.
His heart clenched from the pain of remembering him.
He groaned. "Next time... huh?"
Will there even be a next time? Not even he knows.
His phone vibrated. It was a text from Celty.
[Hey, how are you holding up?] It read. She was like a sister to him, and always. [I'm doing fine, thanks for asking. How are you anyway?]
[I'm doing a little better, but there's something I need to tell you.]
He raised his brow in curiosity.
[What is it?]
[I need you to come to the hospital really quick. It's something you should know.]
And he made his way to the hospital with no problems. No one dared to get in his way, so there was no problem. The birds continued to sing their bedtime song before resting in their nests in the trees that were dancing along with the prancing wind. The clouds dropped a gold feeling onto the blonde and he never knew why. He saw Celty sitting on her parked bike waiting for him. She waved and strode towards him. [Glad you could make it.]
"What's this about anyway? Did Shinra get into anymore trouble?" he questioned. If Celty had a head, she would have chuckled. [No, not what it seems. But I need you to come with me.] She brought her phone up in an honorable manner. Shinra had been healing very well and he was actually starting to get up and at it with crutches. There wasn't really anything to worry about with him unless if he slipped or needed physical therapy. They strode into the hospital, waving and greeting the nurse at the counter warmly. Celty lead the way to one of the top floors, Shizuo growing suspicious.
[He didn't want me to tell you yet, but I think you need it.]
'He?' Shizuo thought. It wasn't until they were presented in front of a door, '35C' it read. Shizuo looked at Celty. She pointed at the door. Almost as if she was smiling.
The thought hit Shizuo and he opened the door only to freeze on the spot.
There was someone laying up in the bed. They had dark hair that was sleek like oil, skin as pearlish and lean. It wasn't until those eyes of crimson settled on him that he knew he wasn't dreaming. The raven glared with slight surprise before he gave a small smile.
"Shizu-chan..."
He felt happy. "...You're not dead..."
Ever since the day of the warehouse, the blonde thought his lover had succumbed to the arms of death, never to be seen again. He watched the body drain of life and Celty take them away to a hopsital. Celty had told him that Izaya was not going to make it; that he was dead. Shizuo felt nothing but anguish every since. Destroying a lot of things in the process, even one of the walls of the hospital. But it was all a plan from Izaya. Celty disagreed at first, not wishing to hurt her friend anymore but Izaya said it was for the best. After a while, she couldn't stand seeing him in this type of manner anymore and just exposed the fact that Izaya was alive.
He was alive and well.
Though he had a patch on his cheek, a bandage on the bridge of his nose and he was wrapped in a hospital robe. "No, I am very much alive." He smiled.
Shizuo frowned. "Then why didn't you tell me?"
"I wanted to surprise you I guess."
Celty had left the room for her deed was done. They might be happy now. Seeing them finally reuniting. "I got Shizu-chan good, didn't I?" He chuckled softly. He damn right did get Shizuo. "But, I didn't plan that. I thought I would actually die, surprisingly." He said through an honest glare onto the floor. So it wasn't planned all the way to his death, that was good to know.
"Ah shut up. You caused a lot of trouble for me, louse." Shizuo cursed softly but smiled. It was good. He was alive. "And by the way, you have no idea what hell you've put me through."
"Well, you were certainly prepared for that!"
And he was. Despite everything, he couldn't stop himself from bringing himself towards the raven and hugging him. The sudden gesture catching Izaya off by surpise. The feeling of being embraced by warm arms that were glad to even have you made him feel... happy. He felt happy.
"I don't fucking care what anyone else says, I need to say this..." He squeezed the raven softly.
"I love you."
The words that trailed from those lips left a flower blooming within him. He finally said it. There was no going back. "I can't stop thinking about you, I can't; won't let anyone touch you, it's boring here without you..." He hugged tighter. "I love you so much..."
If Izaya were to express this, he'd say 'He really is unpredictable.'
The blonde wanted to forget about the markings upon his lover's back, he wanted them to fade away like the pests that had done it did. And Izaya had told him before that they were fading away, but would slightly scar. He didn't care. As long as they were together. "Shizu-chan really is a protozoan."
"Shut up. Can't you ever realise what I'm trying to say?"
Izaya smiled. "Of course I can." He brought his finger up and poked the blonde square onto the nose in a teasing way. "And you know what~?" Shizuo could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. "I like being close to you too." He chimed. Shizuo was ready to recoil the sentence but the raven had brought his lips onto his. It was a sensual but calming kiss. Izaya broke off slowly and gazed his glossy eyes into those honey ones of sweet. "I guess that's my welcome back present~"
They smiled at each other. "This is my ugly past, and brewing into a better, possibly more beautiful future~" He joked and poked the blonde again. "I guess it is, but don't get all mushy now." He snarled. "Who said I'd ever get mushy now? Shizu-chan is so mean!"
Indeed it was. They would live life as it was, but keep it hidden. No one but Celty, Shinra, and Dotachi-I mean Kyohei would know about their relationship. Oh, did we forget little Erika? They shrouded their love within the city, but the town would see them the same.
And they were happy. They would chase within the city, but be happy. They would have sex and be silent.
This was their Beautiful Future.
The End.
~IMPORTANT A/N~
~Please read~
YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! It's finally finished! It's been a pleasure writing this story for you all! But I MUST tell you something gravely important.
Since November when I created this story, I was having a blast and had the story all planned out. The original, someone close was actually going to die, but I didn't want to torture you guys so I let Izaya live.
I also wanted to say when I watched "Durarara! Ketsu", I was very much let down on how much they had taken from the novels; I have read the novels. They had taken a lot away in the anime and most of the scenes were Izaya (Like... 9 - 13 scenes?) XD But aside from that, when Durarara ended I felt so uninterested to continue the story. I lost interest so many times that I was going to drop the story. I was really going to drop it because I was growing bored. But then I remembered that "What good would it do to drop the story? That's what will hurt the fans the most!" And you all kept me going. You all kept me going and I'm so thankful that you were patient. Thank you all so very much, I was in tears by some of your reviews!
Iminlovewithshizaya was the one posting reviews the most which made me giggle like an idiot, but everyone who reviewed and enjoyed this story made me feel so damn happy-ALL OF YOU MADE ME FEEL LIKE I BELONGED SOMEWHERE! It wasn't only her, it was all the guests! Thank you all so much, I really couldn't have finished this story without your encouraging reviews and telling me you all liked/loved it! You're so sweet and kind and this was my first story that wasn't 100% rushed and it was my longest story. I swear though, my other stories are trash! They were when I was first starting out and didn't know how to write. I learned how to write like this on my own, so eh.
Now I said I COULD put a bonus chapter on the events that happen after it. But I'm not so sure; it's a 50/50. For the people who don't know who died: Boro obviously died and Kamito DID die. The Yakuza had enough of his shit and just decided to torture him to death. Everyone of the crew were arrested because remember, Kamito's group was a secret notorious group that was causing trouble in Tokyo. They moved to Ikebukuro later after hearing upon the infamous information broker. I won't lie, the ending I rushed a bit because my father needed to use the laptop and oh god I could never let him see this! But hey, I got you all GOOD with Izaya's near death, didn't I? I'm also thinking about writing a Final Fantasy 7 Fanfiction but I don't know if I should. I really think I need a break, it's summer so I should cool off; I seriously have heavy bags under my eyes! When summer ends, I can't go to school with them! XD
Since it's July 4th Today and I'm an American, I must say this to everyone even if you're not an American: Happy Fourth of July! Happy Independence Day! I'm glad I met you all and was able to finish this story!
I apologise for the long Author's Note. I really needed to get this out to all of you guys! Tell me what you think of this story; please be honest. I won't lie, I'm pretty bad at taking honest opinions when there's a flaw and make me feel terrible, but that's life. I need to learn to face these problems head on.
I can finally rest now. It was so wonderful I got to write to you all. Have a pleasant day, my fellow fans~