OH MY GOD, I'M SORRY FOR THE WAIT. I've been really busy since everyone is going back to college and we were trying to do far too much in a short amount of time. Not that you care, you're here for the fic! XD I WON'T HOLD YOU ANY LONGER.
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"Get behind me." Shizuo demanded, his voice low as he held an arm out to push Izaya back, "I'll take care of them."
Izaya obeyed, his guard up as high as it could possibly be as the possessed passengers began closing in.
"Let's go." Shizuo said, shoving the first person out of the way.
Those with sharp objects on their person pulled them out, charging at Shizuo and Izaya with wide glowing red eyes.
Izaya merely followed the path Shizuo created as he shoved each person aside, clearing the way to the door to the compartment.
Looking behind him, he could see a few begin to stand up again, while others who landed rather hard remained on the ground, probably unconscious.
They had to force the door open, making their way into a surprisingly empty station.
"I don't like this…" Shizuo said, looking around.
"Me either." Izaya agreed, reaching for his flick blade in his pocket.
He didn't want to have to cut anyone considering the pain would only make it easier for whoever he cut to be influenced by Saika, but if he was backed into a corner, he was prepared to do what he needed to get out safely.
"Come on," Izaya said, gesturing for Shizuo to follow him, "Let's hurry up and get this over with"
They climbed the stairs out of the station, not surprised to find the streets were just as empty. It was unsettling to say the least.
The two glanced at each other, sending a silent message to the other that they would have to be careful.
It was strange to see a typical city completely dead just after sunset. The lights on buildings and billboards flashed their bright colors while the street lights illuminated the empty roads. Izaya suppressed a chill at the realization that the entire city must have been taken under Saika's control. They were going to have to fight. He just hoped they'd be able to hold up long enough to destroy Saika.
"So which way should we go…?" Shizuo whispered, although the sound carried much farther than it should have in the middle of a city.
Izaya closed his eyes. He could still feel Saika's presence, though it was difficult to pinpoint exactly where it was originating from. Releasing a slow breath, he allowed himself to focus on nothing other than that small twinge of Saika's energy. It seemed to be just slightly stronger in one direction than anywhere else.
"To the left." Izaya responded, "I can feel it a bit more over there."
Shizuo nodded. "Okay."
Just as Izaya was about to move, he felt a warm hand wrap around his own, lightly pulling him along.
"Stay close to me." Shizuo muttered, tightening his grip on Izaya's hand.
Izaya could only stare at their hands for a moment as they walked. He vaguely wondered how they had gotten to this point so quickly. Not that he was complaining. He liked that he finally had someone he could feel comfortable around.
But he couldn't think about those kinds of things now. He had to stay focused on destroying Saika. Once that was done, he and Shizuo could finally enjoy some peace together—as odd as that sounded in his head.
They made it a few blocks down before Shizuo suddenly stopped.
"Shizu-chan…?" Izaya asked quietly.
"Shh." Shizuo put his finger to his lips, "I thought I heard something…"
They stood still for a moment, both on high alert, standing back to back as they scoped out the area.
Izaya could hear it too. There were whispers. Nothing coherent that he could make out, but there were definitely voices.
He tried to figure out exactly where it was coming from only to realize it wasn't just from one area. There were hushed voices speaking coming from every direction.
And as the voices grew a bit louder, Izaya could hear footsteps as well.
"They're coming." Izaya whispered, "You ready?"
Shizuo grinned. "I was just about to ask you the same."
Just a few seconds later, Izaya could see people pouring into the empty streets. Large groups of them came around corners and some came out of buildings and apartments.
All of them holding sharp objects.
All of them with glowing red eyes.
Izaya's hand unconsciously gripped his flick blade tighter as he began to ready himself for the attack.
Slowly, the possessed people of Saitama surrounded them in the middle of an intersection until every gap was filled in by a knife-wielding child of Saika.
"Oh, Izaya…" one woman began, stepping forward from the crowd, "I'll give you once chance to leave now. There is no way you can possibly win this. If you turn back now, then maybe I'll spare you and your little lover-boy."
"Not a chance." Izaya said coolly, "I'd never be able to sleep at night knowing that my humans are left in your hands."
"Ah, that's too bad… That was your only chance. Ah, well… Goodbye, Orihara Izaya and Heiwajima Shizuo!"
Izaya stood his ground as the group charged. Abandoning his knife in his pocket for now, Izaya sent a harsh kick into the first person he could find, knocking them to the ground along with a couple others that had been too close.
Knives came at him and hands grasped at him to try and hold him down, but Izaya didn't stop fighting. He disarmed as many people as he could, slipping their weapons into his pockets at any given chance as he continued to knock down Saika's children.
Sparing a short glance in Shizuo's direction told a similar story, except with Shizuo's strength, he was taking out a lot more of them much more efficiently.
A sudden punch sent Izaya to the ground, prompting any children who were close enough to slash at him. He moved his body as quickly as he could on the ground to avoid getting cut, but there were just simply too many of them.
One man jumped on Izaya, straddling his waist with his legs while others moved to hold Izaya's limbs down, until he couldn't move an inch.
"SHIZUO!" Izaya screamed as the man over him raised his weapon, ready to stab him in the chest.
And then he was gone. And one by one, each other person holding him down was sent flying over the crowd.
A solid round-house kick from Shizuo sent all of the people within a 5 meter radius crashing into each other, knocking a decent amount of them to the ground.
"Izaya!" Shizuo called, quickly bending down to help him up, "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?!"
"I'm okay." Izaya assured, moving closer to the blonde.
He wasn't made to fight like this. In the middle of the street there was nothing for him to use. Nowhere for him to hide, or protect his own back, and nothing for him to use to get an upper hand. He simply wasn't physically strong enough to fight this many people at once.
And Shizuo seemed to sense that.
"Let's just keep pushing through," Shizuo said, punching out the next wave of Saika's children that dared to get too close. "Just stay right behind me and don't stop running until we're through them all, got that?"
Izaya nodded ass Shizuo took his hand again, pulling him towards the crowd.
"GET OUT OF THE WAY!" Shizuo bellowed as he shoved them all aside with only his one free hand.
Izaya ran as fast as he could, staying close behind Shizuo as he cleared the way for them. He watched as groups of ten people at once were thrown aside, knocking over another ten or so with them.
He was practically awestruck. He knew Shizuo had fought Saika's army off before, but he hadn't actually been able to see it happen with his own eyes until now. Shizuo's strength seemed to be limitless. And Izaya couldn't help but wonder how the hell he'd managed to survive all of the fights they'd had in the past. If Shizuo had ever caught him in one of their fights… Well… The man just threw five more people into the air with a brush of his arm. Izaya didn't want to imagine what that might feel like.
Finally, they made it through the swarm, but the remaining members of the army who hadn't been knocked unconscious still continued after them as they ran.
"Which way, Izaya?"
"This way." He said, pulling Shizuo to the left.
They continued down the street until another group of Saika's children came from around the corner in front of them, blocking where they were headed.
Momentarily dropping Izaya's hand, Shizuo grabbed hold of the nearest street light and yanked it free. The sound of crunching metal and breaking concrete was heard over the sounds of the children's voices.
Holding the lamp like a baseball bat, Shizuo signaled for Izaya to follow him, swinging the streetlight from side to side, clearing a path much more efficiently than with his fists alone.
And despite the situation, Izaya could hold back his smile as he followed close behind.
He was smiling because he knew Shizuo must care about him a lot.
Because he would never have agreed to do something like this for him just a month ago.
Shizuo who cursed his own strength and wanted to be rid of it was protecting Izaya with everything he had, and Izaya would be lying if he said he wasn't touched by the thought.
When Shizuo took his hand again, Izaya followed without a second thought. Because he didn't need to think twice.
Wherever Shizuo would take him, he would be happy to follow.
Even if he knew that right now, he was only headed farther into a war he wasn't sure he could win.
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And this is where we find out that I suck at writing action scenes. XD I really struggled with this chapter, but I guess it's not too bad…?
THANKS FOR READING! :D
