Well, this story (for some reason, don't ask me) is doing pretty well. Seriously, I thought that as a writer of angst, no one would care to read my crack but somehow, ya'll enjoy it.
So another chapter, just for all of you wonderful people.
Enjoy!
Shizuo was pissed, he had every right to be.
As he'd discovered over the course of the day, seeing the world in red was not only fucking annoying, it was really really difficult. After a while, everything started to blur together. Tom had of course noticed something was off from the get-go.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Tom asked, for what was possibly the millionth time after watching Shizuo almost knock yet another debtor into next week.
"NO!" Shizuo finally snapped, denting the mail box beside him and knocking it over. It creaked sadly. His vision pulsed red, which you'd think you'd get used to but no, it was still as terrible as it had been at seven that morning. "No," he repeated, with a marginal amount more calm in his tone. "I am not."
Tom just sighed. It was one of the problems of working with Shizuo, occasionally, he just got too tightly wound to do anything but create and cause chaos. Shizuo could see what was coming before it happened, despite the red staining his vision. "Take some time off Shizuo, you're just going to end up putting more people in the hospital."
Shizuo opened his mouth to protest, as always, but closed it again because honestly, this was bad enough that he was willing to take the concessions offered to him. "Fine. I'm sorry about this Tom-san."
"No no," Tom waved his apologies off. "It's not everyday someone suddenly goes color blind. Just get it figured out if you can, okay?"
And that was how Shizuo ended up with just too much time on his hands.
"Annoying annoying annoying," he muttered under his breath, glad for once that most people got out of his way when he started mumbling to himself like this. The sky kept glowing in angry shades of fire, potentially breathtaking if he hadn't been seeing it all day. It all reminded him of one person.
Izaya.
Which pissed him off.
"DAMMIT!" he yelled out of nowhere, the bricks of the building next to him suffering the brunt of his anger. Whatever was going on with his vision was wreaking havoc with his mind. He'd never known how much color could affect one's life until all he could see was red everywhere.
Everything was hell, everything looked like hell.
For once in his life, Shizuo almost wanted to see Izaya. The man was convenient stress relief in a neatly sized body that always got out of the way just in time. Annoying, yet good because he didn't have to worry about actually killing Izaya. If he actually did, it wouldn't be that much of a problem anyway.
Because the man was a pest. Who would miss him?
Attempting a deep breath, Shizuo tried to direct his mind elsewhere. Pulling out his phone, Shizuo contemplated going to Shinra's for a moment. It would be a decent use of his time after all with the rest of the day off. Better still if Shinra could fix his problem. He did just say to drop by… With a shrug, Shizuo snorted and directed himself towards Shinra's.
And he would have been fine, if he hadn't smelled the unmistakable stench of shit.
His focus narrowed. Izaya. Of course he'd show up the moment I'd settled on doing something else.
Searching the throngs of people, all looking like distorted demons through his red vision, Shizuo looked for Izaya, half pissed he was there at all, half-relieved to have a chance to relieve some stress. Like some god of chance was smiling on him, the crowds parted momentarily, revealing the despicable man.
Without thinking, Shizuo roared. "II-ZAA-YAA!" People around them took notice and began to scatter. Thank god, Shizuo hated when their fights hurt innocent bystanders.
Turning on a dime, Izaya faced Shizuo, sending the man reeling internally.
The fuck?
It was like looking at a black hole and an explosion at the same time. Izaya's coat seemed to suck the light from the surroundings, which were already oppressive enough, except for the fur, which looked to be streaked with blood, just how Shizuo had always imagined it was. His pale skin looked sinisterly red, so much brighter than the faces of the people around them, like he glowed with hellish light.
But the thing Shizuo couldn't look away from were the man's eyes. They swirled and danced with fire, passion, cruelty, life. The moment he saw them, the rest of the world ceased to exist, like he was a cat chasing a laser. Maybe it was his imagination, but Izaya's entire figure glowed brighter than anything else around them, even the sun. It made the rest of the landscape look dull in comparison.
Like he was staring at his own personal supernova
"Shizu-chan!" Izaya all but purred, giving a slight bow of greeting before his eyes widened. It was funny, Shizuo had gone his whole life sort of just knowing what Izaya was feeling because to him, the man was an open book. Now, he could see each thing perfectly and it annoyed him in an odd way. Why is he surprised, why does he look awed? The fuck?
But no, that wasn't the point of this exercise, the point of this was to attempt to wipe Izaya off the map. That had always been the goal after all. Why mess with a good thing? "What are you doing in Ikebukuro, I-za-ya?" Shizuo drawled, enjoying stretching out the name as he advanced on the hellish Flea. He could clearly see the moment where the man snapped back into the present and started backing up.
"Oh, just enjoying a day on the town Shizu-chan," he riposted arily, totally not in line with the way his eyes kept traveling over Shizuo, like he was looking at a god. It was so easy to see what he was thinking when every feeling translated into the shifting crimson of his eyes. "But enough about me, Shizu-chan, how have you been?"
Shizuo managed his first smile of the day. A twisted and terrifying replica of a smile if he was being honest, but a smile. "Pissed," he answered, practically pleasant. Of all the things he'd seen that day, Izaya was the hardest to look at, but only because of how intensely he burned. Hell, condensed down into one limber vessel, a microcosm of destruction.
For some reason known only to Izaya, the answer delighted the man. "Ha? Are you ever not?" he mocked, his feet quick as they brushed over the pavement, hardly touching as if Izaya was ready to take flight. Shizuo noted the way his fingers twitched over his pocket, saw the flicker of a sneer that melted into his familiar smirk and loved every bit of it.
For once, he felt like his wild rage had condensed into a focused beam. There was something about the hellspawn before him that allowed him to do that, channel what usually came out in erratic bursts. In this moment, he was almost calm.
Just with more rage bubbling under the surface. A tempest, brewing.
Curling a lip, revealing teeth that looked almost bloodstained, Izaya added, "Shizu-chan has always been an instrument of pure, unadulterated rage."
"Yeah?" Shizuo growled, not bothering to decipher the mess of words that had just tumbled out of Izaya's mouth. Cracking his neck, feeling very much like a tiger stalking his prey, he admitted, "Well, I've been a bit more pissed than usual I-za-ya." Shizuo found he liked the way Izaya's eyes sparked with fire every time he said his name like that. He'd never seen Izaya look like this before. Maybe it was because the color had hidden his true form, maybe because Shizuo had never been so intensely focused on one thing until this moment.
Either way, Izaya's presence filled the world, dangerous, taunting.
"Oh?" Izaya's false sympathy dripped off his tongue like venom from the fang of a snake. It must have been poison because Shizuo could feel his blood rising to a boil once more, familiar rage filling him, compounding the stress and frustration already there. "And pray tell me Shizu-chan, what has your panties in a twist today?"
"You want to know?" Shizuo ripped the nearest metal object from the ground easily, liking its even weight. He noted the blade sliding into Izaya's palm, still closed, but ready. What metal was visible looked red hot in the sun, like Izaya was holding molten metal in his hand, sealed together only by the dark handle encasing it.
He took another step forward, the blade flicked out. Both of them were primed to fire, the only thing left was the spark, igniting yet another fierce battle. Another feverish chase. "Oh Shizu-chan," the nicknamed dripped off his tongue. "Don't leave me hanging, tell me!"
And there was the spark, next came the blaze. Hefting his potential projectile, Shizuo roared, "IT'S BECAUSE I'VE BEEN SEEING NOTHING BUT RED ALL DAY!" and threw the street sign.
If asked about it later, Shizuo would have claimed he saw nothing, but at that moment, there was no mistaking it. At his words, Izaya froze for a moment and those red eyes flickered with absolute, gut-wrenching terror, before he flipped backwards, avoiding the street sign like nothing was wrong.
But of course, Shizuo could care less. It was Izaya's job to move or Shizuo would remove him. Permanently.
Taking off, Izaya chuckled a little too loudly. "Oh Shizu-chan, that sounds like a medical problem." A vending machine found itself lodged in the side of a building, setting off the alarms inside. Shizuo tore after the man, all else forgotten but the words coming out of Izaya's mouth and the chase at hand. "I do hope you've gotten that looked at. I'd hate my favorite monster to end up dead after all."
A stoplight was ripped from the ground before it was sent hurtling in Izaya's direction. There was such familiarity to the moment, Shizuo almost found it comforting. As expected, Izaya danced over it, only the tip of his shoe hitting the metal before he vaulted up to the second story roof of the buildings beside them.
"It's funny," Shizuo growled, fingers digging into crumbling brick as he launched himself up after Izaya. "The entire the world is the same color as you. It really-" An exhaust unit was ripped from the roof. "PISSES ME OFF!" Izaya threw himself off the roof, plummeting just in time for the flying hunk of metal to go over his head.
Falling in such a way that could have been mistaken for flying, Izaya hit the roof of the building below at a run. Shizuo followed, the shock traveling through him as he hit the ground and took off after the devil he was chasing.
"Like me?" Izaya took a moment to perch atop a weather vane. "Oh Shizu-chan-" He wasn't even fazed as Shizuo used a flagpole to destroy the unfortunate roof ornament. "I'm simply flattered." Using the pole as a launch pad, Izaya flipped over Shizuo, managing to smirk at him as he flew over his head.
For a second, time slowed and Shizuo saw the panic in Izaya's eyes, the denial and the fear.
But then the moment was over as he landed behind the blond and simply leapt off the roof to the street below. With an all consuming roar, Shizuo took off after him. Over the edge of the roof, back to the pavement. Feet struck, power rushed. Without even thinking twice, Shizuo lifted a nearby vending machine over his head.
"It wasn't a fucking COMPLIMENT!" Izaya was almost too slow but once again, he got out of the way too easily. Glowing steel flashed and Shizuo roared out of principle as dark crimson stained his shirtsleeve. Though it was vibrant, it came nothing close to matching the wild light in Izaya's eyes. Even to matching the aura pulsing around him.
"Complements are objective," Izaya said slyly, swirling behind Shizuo, forcing him to give ground to avoid the sharp bite of his knife. "As is anything that is opinionated. For instance," Izaya danced back out of Shizuo's reach before sing-songing, "You're positively glowing today Shizu-chan!"
"The hell is that supposed to mean?!" Shizuo snarled with a twisting smile, grabbing for a new street sign, sweeping it out, trying to knock Izaya off his feet. Like the snake he was, Izaya bent backwards out of the poll's way. The metal just barely ruffled the fur trim of his coat. By the time Shizuo was coming back for another go, Izaya was already somewhere else.
"You're just pulsing with light," Izaya answered, almost like his mouth was moving without his consent. "Like the sun, god strike me if I lie." Another strike, another crafty dodge. "I swear, you're practically golden, I would almost say you looked like a wrathful god."
Somehow, coming out of Izaya's mouth, it all sounded like a bad thing. "SHUT THE HELL UP!" Charging, Shizuo felt his fist connect with something. Surprised, he froze for a moment as he watched Izaya go flying over the tops of the cars rushing through the road before slamming into a vending machine on the other side of the street. When was the last time I actually hit him? Shizuo wondered, plowing ahead despite the traffic. Most cars stopped, the ones that didn't suffered the consequences.
Izaya, for his part, shook off his daze quickly, eyes already snapping back into focus. With a grin that was more of a grimace than anything, Izaya drew a second knife and hissed, "See Shizu-chan?" Blurring in Shizuo's vision, just a trail of fire, Izaya carved up the arm Shizuo extended to keep him from hitting anything vital. "All flattery is relative."
Before Shizuo could utter a reply or even turn, he heard Izaya brightly announce, "But I must be going Shizu-chan. Ta ta for now!" And with that he was gone, almost like he'd never existed.
Except he had, the crimson staining his arms was proof of that.
Growling under his breath, Shizuo tilted his head back and let out a short laugh. While he was still a little bit shaken by the fact that he'd actually managed to hurt Izaya, he couldn't deny the fact that he felt better. Much better.
Of course now he definitely had to visit Shinra's. No doubt some of those cuts would need stitches. Rolling his shoulders, ignoring the cars honking at him, Shizuo meandered back to the sidewalk and continued towards the doctor's house, mind much lighter than before.
If only the man wasn't such a shitty Flea…
~•~
A few streets away, up on a roof four stories up, Izaya collapsed to the ground, unable to breathe.
This wasn't, of course, because of the fight he'd just been through. No, he could survive through one of those merry jaunts without so much as breaking a sweat. This was a different kind of out of breath, this was a oh-deary-me-I-might-be-going-into-catalytic-shock-what-a-shame kind of inability to breathe. Rolling over onto his back, Izaya had to let out a disbelieving laugh.
Because the unthinkable had happened and he wasn't sure what else to do.
Haha, my world is coming down around my ears, isn't it just hilarious?
Izaya's laughter quickly turned to pained gasps of air as he curled up and hid himself from the world. No, this couldn't be happening, he refused to believe it. It was a mistake, it had to be a mistake. There was no way that Shizuo Heiwajima, terrifying monster and general destructive force of nature could possibly be his soulmate. It just wasn't. Possible.
No.
It wasn't.
Izaya was dimly aware that he was shaking in fear. No, not fear, I'm fine. Everything is perfectly fine. Except no, no it wasn't fine. It was the furthest thing from fine.
Soulmates.
The word echoed through his mind. Shinra's smile accompanied by the words, isn't it amazing?
He was probably going to kill the doctor next time he saw him, if he ever saw him again. If Izaya didn't pitch himself off of the tallest building in Ikebukuro first. Because he was soulmates with Shizuo and that made death look pretty tempting.
There's probably a perfectly reasonable explanation…
But there wasn't, Izaya already had his answer. Opening his eyes blearily, Izaya stared at one of his trembling knives, still stained with Shizuo's blood. It glowed in the sun, bright honey standing against the sickly yellow of the steel. He could still remember what it had looked like to cut into Shizuo, like he was wounding an ancient god, spilling light over the world.
Like he glowed, inside and out, almost like a door to heaven.
What's wrong with me, why am I thinking like this?
Huddling up tighter, Izaya tried to think through the situation rationally. If- if Shizuo was his soulmate, that meant the gold he'd been seeing all day really was his eye color. And Shizuo's been seeing mine, poetic justice if I'd ever heard of it. And the only way to cure this color blindness was…
To kiss Shizuo.
Because something else was now the master of his fate and Izaya was powerless.
Izaya's already upset stomach rebelled and he found himself on his hands and knees as he was violently ill. No, no no nononono. This is not okay. I can't, I WON'T! There was nothing in heaven or on earth that could make Izaya do anything like that with Shizuo. He was in control of his own life! His stomach heaved again, and Izaya felt sick as he watched his breakfast and lunch make themselves known on the rooftop.
His throat burned and his eyes watered. Izaya wondered if this feeling of absolute helplessness was what hell felt like.
The sun beat down on him harshly as he scrambled back from the foul mess he'd made but the brightness was nowhere close to that of Shizuo. Closing his eyes for a moment as Izaya tried to control his trembling, he saw a clear image in his mind's eye. A glowing ethereal being, not much different than an angel really.
Beautiful.
Terrible.
Terfiying.
Using an exposed pipe, Izaya dragged himself to his feet, pretending like his legs weren't shaking. Jerkily, he wiped his mouth, knowing, even though everything looked gold, that his skin was ashen. I can't deal with this right now.
At least Shirna never said anything about more than one symptom manifesting itself. Izaya had to admit, out of all of them, other than the clock stopping one, this was probably the best possible scenario. The idea of having to deal with some of the other things Shinra had mentioned had Izaya almost grateful that this was his lot.
I should go see Shinra, Izaya thought, staring out blankly at the yellow world around him. I should see if he can help me. His stomach turned again and he shook his head. No, he wouldn't give the man the satisfaction, he wouldn't go crawling to him after what he'd said on the subject. He had more pride than that.
But what if this ends badly...
Clamping down on his fear, Izaya swallowed back the acrid taste in his mouth and started slowly towards the fire escape. He'd be fine.
As long as Shizuo didn't find out that they were soulmates, he'd be fine.
Perfectly fine…
~•~
Shinra was in the middle of bandaging some mid ranking gang member when the knock came. His heart froze because he knew that sound, knew what it meant without having to be told. Oh god, I'm going to die. This is not going to end pretty. Farewell cruel world.
He heard some mumbled conversation outside the room, tried to drown it out by rattling off some healing requirements to his patient, who hadn't yet realized something was amiss. "Just don't do anything too strenuous and you shouldn't reopen any wounds. If you have any complications arrange a follow up appointment." If I'm still alive at that point. "And try not to get shot."
Again.
As the man was leaving, Celty leaned around the door. [He hasn't destroyed anything yet. That's progress, right?] Her hope was endearing.
"Oh Celty my love, we can only wish." Straightening his coat, feeling like he was walking out towards his execution, Shinra stepped into the living/waiting room and attempted a pleasant smile at Shizuo that came out as a grimace. "So, Shizuo-san, what seems to be the trouble?"
Unexpectedly, the man held out his arms. "Izaya cut me up again. I think a couple of them need stitches." Shizuo sounded so blase about it that it almost threw Shirna for a loop. He'd expected more rage. "Fucking flea," the man added, as if anyone had needed him to reaffirm his hatred of the man.
Shinra certainly hadn't, it only made him that much more apprehensive. What do I do? If I tell him, he'll kill me! "Ah, I see." And then, because literally nothing, not even his imminent death could curtail his curiosity, "How is Izaya by the way?"
Looking up at him with no small amount of suspicion, Shizuo grunted, "Same louse as always." An expected answer, but honestly, not the one Shinra was looking for. I would have expected more screaming and crying. "But he was glowing and shit. Like, it was really fucking weird." Shizuo pondered his own words for a moment, then shrugged. "I dunno."
With a slight frown, Shinra mindlessly peeled Shizuo's sleeve off of his wounds and probed, "Glowing? How?" When Shizuo shot him another skeptical look, gave him a surrendering shrug. "Purely curious, purely curious. Besides, it might be important."
Huffing, Shizuo shifted, almost as if he were uncomfortable. "Everyone else is red, yeah? Everything and everyone cause that's the only color I can see?" Another awkward moment of shifting, leading to Shirna glaring at the man so he'd stop making his job harder. "Yeah, well he was… brighter. Like everything about him was brighter. It was like looking at the fucking sun." Trailing off, he stared at the wall hard, like it might reveal the answers to his predicament.
Part of Shinra felt for his friend who was currently experiencing such concentrated colorblindness, the rest of him rejoiced because his experiments had worked, albeit in the worst way possible. Giving an awkward laugh, Shinra said, "Well, I mean, it could be worse, right?"
"Is this what it's like to be Izaya?" Shizuo asked irritably, not listening to Shinra at all. "Is that why he's such a bastard? Because he has to deal with seeing the world like this?"
Shinra opened his mouth, shut it again, then said, "Shizuo-san, didn't you learn anything in science back in highschool?"
"Huh?" Shizuo finally took notice of him. "No, I was usually on the roof chasing Izaya at that time."
"Figures." Sighing, Shinra gratefully accepted the medical tools Celty had brought him and got to stitching up the deepest of Shizuo's lacerations. Really, they weren't as bad as he'd anticipated. Usually, Izaya cut deeper, cleaner too. An idea forming in his head, Shinra carefully asked, "Did Izaya seem… different to you today? Off?"
"Didn't you just ask this?" Shizuo grumbled, glaring at Shinra, but not with as much force as usual. It was funny, the doctor would have almost described him as sated, like he'd been satisfied and now could sit back and relax.
Pulling at one of the stitches a bit too hard, Shinra said, "Humor me."
"Yeah," Shizuo muttered, looking at Shinra seriously, soberly. "He looked fucking scared." Feeling his stomach sink, Shinra nodded and refocused his attention on the stitches. If Izaya was scared… Well, Shinra had almost hoped the man would be angry at him, fly off the handle even, but this? This wasn't good. He'd never liked the prospects of dealing with a scared Izaya. It made him worry.
"So why don't you tell me about your eye problem," Shinra suggested lightly after he'd finished dressing Shizuo's injuries, most of which were always healing. Pretending to examine Shizuo's eyes, Shinra continued, "When did it start? What exactly are you seeing? Details in general."
Shizuo snorted, but held still as Shinra shone a penlight in the blond man's eyes. When is he going to catch on to my lie and how much data can I collect before then? He really shouldn't stick his neck out like this but he couldn't resist. "I dunno how long, I woke up with it this morning."
From behind him, Celty held up her PDA. [Shinra, stop being an idiot!]
"I'm just seeing everything in red mostly," Shizuo continued, oblivious to Celty's words or Shinra's internal struggle. "Like… The color of Izaya's eyes." Another moment of silence that was only tense for Shinra and Celty. "It's fucking annoying."
Reaching for his clipboard, Shinra started rapidly taking down everything that Shizuo was saying. It matched up perfectly, it was almost frightening. But, Shinra was willing to bet that has something to do with Shizuo's lack of an agenda. Izaya would've been trying to spin it, he was never candid after all, never quite willing to admit when something was wrong. It made Shinra's job a lot harder. Shizuo, at least, was honest.
Shizuo Heiwajima is soulmates with Izaya Orihara.
Then again, I'm in love with a headless fairy.
"Do you have any idea what's wrong?" Shizuo asks, watching Shinra dubiously, almost like he knows that the doctor knows something he isn't letting on. The blond is generally an idiot, but Shinra knows the man can be unfortunately perceptive when he wants to be as well.
Glancing up, Shinra catches Celty waving her screen insistently. [Just tell him Shinra. For the love of god, don't do something stupid.] Shaking his head, Shinra smiles falsely at Shizuo.
"Nope!" He laughed awkwardly and babbled, "I have no idea what happened, it must be a crazy new disease and besides even if it wasn't I'm not actually a doctor, I'm just a practicing one but whatever is wrong I swear I had nothing to do with it so-" Shinra cowered as Shizuo's eyes narrowed and he started to rise. "Please don't kill me," he squeaked.
"What. The fuck. Is wrong with me?" Shizuo growled, no longer calm. Shinra gave another high pitched laugh.
"I mean, other than the fact you're only able to see Izaya's eye color everywhere, absolutely nothing!" Shinra held up his clipboard like it was a shield. "You're the very picture of health!"
His clipboard snapped in half. Trembling, Shinra stared over the top of the broken plastic at Shizuo, who was wearing a dangerous look that could be interpreted as a grin. "What did you do?"
Shinra whimpered. "Woe is me! I didn't mean to do this, I am but the victim in this situation!" There was the sound of breaking glass and splintering wood. Hah, the coffee table was ugly anyway. "Shizuo-san," he pleaded pathetically. "L-let's think about th-this logically."
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?" Shizuo thundered, lifting Shinra by the lapels of his coat and shaking him like a ragdoll. "Tell me," he said, voice dropping to a dangerous growl. "Or I swear, I will fucking-"
There was a sudden swirl of black smoke and Shinra felt Shizuo release him as the blond was dragged back a fraction by Celty. [Shizuo, I'm sorry but we can't talk about anything if you're going to hurt Shinra.]
"Oh, I don't want to hurt him!" Shizuo said, freeing himself forcefully from Celty's restraints like they were paper. "I just want someone to tell me what tHE FUCK IS GOING ON!"
Scrambling to hide behind his couch, Shinra squeeked, "I may have performed potentially unlawful and definitely unannounced experiments on Izaya for the sake of science."
The couch was lifted into the air to reveal Shizuo. "What is that supposed to mean?" His voice was surprisingly calm for someone so furious. "Why the hell does this have anything to do with me?"
"Um, well…" There was a creaking sound as Shinra's couch lurched alarmingly. In a rush, Shinra babbled, "YouandIzayaareactuallysoulmates oh god please don't kill me!"
There was a moment of silence as Shizuo processed what Shinra had said. You could practically see the rusty gears grinding into motion. "Fucking what?" he asked at last, staring at the cowering doctor in disbelief.
"I… Um, well you see…" Shirna dithered until his couch found a new home in the wall. "I found out that soulmates are real so I wanted to know if you could induce the symptoms in people artificially so I tried it on Izaya just to see but I never thought it would end this way and I'm really sorry if I'd known I never would have done something like this so please please don't kill meee~"
"Are you trying to tell me," Shizuo said slowly, ignoring Celty who had rushed to Shinra's side to help the shaking man to his feet. "That I'm soulmates with the fucking Flea?"
Ignoring Celty's screen that said, [I told you from the beginning that this was a bad idea.] Shinra straightened his glasses and said, "Yes. You are."
"Can you fix it?" Shizuo asked, his golden eyes simmering with rage held just below the surface, a second from exploding.
"Shizuo-shan," Shinra said, his usual doctor voice suffering under the pressure. "There's no fixing things like this. I'm not the one who decides who are soulmates and who aren't. I just induced the symptoms. Izaya and you were already soulmates, you just didn't know it."
"There is no way," Shizuo's eyes were possibly smoking, his skin was definitely steaming. "That I am soulmates," Shinra took another few steps back, terrified of the possibility of Shizuo going nuclear. "With IZAYA!"
"But you are," Shinra insisted, cringing when his armchair flew through the wall of his operating room, leaving a nice gaping hole in its wake. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize this would happen. I mean, what were the chances of you and Izaya actually being-"
Celty slapped a hand over Shinra's mouth, finally shutting the doctor up.
"Okay," Shizuo said, pacing around the now mostly empty living room. He didn't even blink when the couch he'd thrown through the other wall groaned and broke in half under the strain. "So let's just say that this bullshit is true." Rounding on Shinra he demanded, "How the fuck do I make my vision go back to normal?"
Pushing aside Celty's hand gently, Shinra, know that this might be the final nail in the coffin, softly said, "You have to kiss Izaya."
For a moment, it really looked like Shizuo might lose it, then the man took a deep breath, turned around, and walked out of the room. A second later, there was the sound of the front door slamming, rattling the very foundation of the building. After a moment of shocked silence, both Shinra and Celty let out their own versions of relieved breaths.
"You know," Shinra mumbled, picking up a chunk of plaster and staring at it forlornly. "That could have gone marginally better."
There was loud crash as another piece of the operation room's wall fell to the street below. [You think?]
Haha, oh boy. How long do you think they're going to survive?
But on the bright side, Shinra's still alive. Don't think that's going to last long but we can hope.
You have to feel at least a little bad for Izaya, all that stress is getting to him, poor child.