-๑-๑ ஜ ๑- Chapter 42: Rinse and repeat - -๑ ஜ ๑-๑-
The building was fancy. Constructed by a famous architect for sure with all those glass elements and windows.
Standing in front of it Shizuo sure felt out of place.
People gave him odd stares, but he couldn't really give less of a damn, because he had already laid eyes on his target.
With quick steps, obviously in a hurry the woman rushed out of the complex.
Shizuo was quick to stand in her way.
"Mrs. Orihara," Shizuo greeted shortly, quickly, immediately earning a glare on her part.
"Go away. I don't want to hear your lies, I-" But Shizuo wasn't going to have any of that. Not right now. "I'm sorry but I won´t."
And with that he had thrown her over his shoulder.
This wasn't the time to be polite, neither was it the time to drag out a conversation he wasn't going to win.
"Are you crazy?!" She struggled, but gladly enough Shizuo was in the best constitution to carry a woman like her without even swaying. She was going to see what Izaya's father was like.
He was going to make sure of that.
They were going to bust his cover.
At least that's what Izaya had said in the safety of Shinra´s apartment.
And yet, right now, nearing his home Izaya couldn't help but feel more and more helpless with each step he took.
They had parted ways right after exiting Shinra´s apartment.
Shizuo had headed to his mom's workplace. He said something about dragging her here. Honestly Izaya's hopes laid low in that regard. Shizu-chan was capable of a lot, but convincing others wasn't exactly his strength.
It was his.
Honestly they should be exchanging places. Izaya should be the one trying to win over his mother and Shizu-chan be the one to face his father. It would be a blast really. Maybe even literally considering in what kind of manner Shizu-chan had beat up his father.
Just remembering the scene caused chills to flash down Izaya's spine.
Fidgeting with his phone, Shinra was walking next to Izaya. Phone ready and charged he kept opening and closing his camera app.
"Making sure we can get good evidence?" Izaya asked, trying to lighten the situation at least a little by talking. He only achieved the opposite though. The words felt heavy as iron on his tongue and Shinra seemed to feel similar.
"Would suck if we didn't, no?"
It didn't take long until they arrived at their desired destination. House towering in front of them like the domain of a monster Izaya couldn't help but feel himself hesitate. They had left Shinra´s house almost immediately after his father´s visit.
Judging how he was always using his car to get everywhere Izaya knew they had been faster using the underground trains.
They had a window of like half an hour, maybe less.
Not a lot of time per se, but enough to enter the house unseen.
Disregarding the ice kneading his conscience to a stop izaya quickly stepped forward. The door of the entrance was opened.
Almost immediately Izaya's eyes scanned for the shoes.
His father´s to be precise.
They weren't there.
Just as planned.
"Alright, it's safe," he announced quickly, slipping inside the hallway. Following after Shinra´s didn't seem to be all that sure as his nervous glance took in all the details of Izaya's home. It was actually the first time he had come here. In all those years, it had always been Izaya who had visited Shinra, never the other way round. There was a staircase, leading to the upper floor. A giant mirror, a cupboard, a grotesque vase of poor taste in the corner of the door.
"Where am I supposed to hide?" Shinra questioned, hands shaking as he opened the camera app for the umpteenth time.
"If anything then in there," Izaya was quick to answer, pointing towards the very cupboard Shinra had just eyed. It was small, but large enough for Shinra to fit inside. Hinges flying open Izaya made room by shoving a couple of winter coats aside.
"I don't know why but I guess from all the places this is the spot he used to beat me up the most in," he continued, referring to the hallway they were standing in.
It was meant as a matter of fact. Just to convince Shinra that this was indeed the best spot to aim for. But it weighed heavily on Shinra´s mind.
He couldn't help but imagine his best friend. Beaten. Countless times. Exactly where they were standing.
"Alright-" he quickly said, as he slipped inside the cupboard. A serious glance was cast towards Izaya. "You can do this."
The raven couldn't help but smile a hesitant smile.
"I know."
A lie.
They both were aware this was one, but neither felt the need to point it out.
The hinges were shut, leaving only a glimpse for the camera to catch the hallway.
And it was just then that they both heard steps.
As if on cue, really.
The entrance opened, and Izaya turned, facing the new guest in a soft whisper.
"Welcome home daddy."
Briefcase hitting the ground, the man paused in his motion. He had been about to pull off his mantle when his eyes fell onto his very much unexpected visitor.
"You-" Surprise, of both pleasant as well as disdained nature reflected in his eyes as his body straightened itself again.
"I'm just getting my things." Izaya quickly spurred to word, acting as though he hadn't expected to meet his father here.
A minute of silence passed, as his father's eyes traveled. Left. Right. Checking for any witnesses at hand a mocking smile drew upon his features as he laughed.
"Your things?" he asked, "The things I pay for you mean. They are going to stay. You have done nothing to sustain this household." A bitter smile drew upon Izaya's features.
"Of course," he agreed, sucking up to his father as he usually would. And yet- Feeling something hot and irresistible bobble up from his chest he couldn't help but feel a tinge of anger.
"Say, why do you hate me this much?" Bold. Rash. "What have I ever done to you?"
It was a question that had lingered on his mind for far too long already. Ever since he had been a child, ever since his father had threatened his sister. It was a question he had never dared to ask.
But if not now then when?
He needed to trigger his father´s sadistic urges anyway.
Silence followed as his father´s expression grew indiscernible.
Izaya prepared himself for a beating, for an array of arguments as to why he deserved the treatment he had received over the years.
Yet none of that came.
Calm, as if nothing in the world could disturb the man, his father slid off his coat. He wrapped it up, placed it next to the cupboard.
The suitcase on the ground was ignored and for a moment he just glanced at his son.
"You seem awfully confident today," he spoke slowly. "Nothing like the scared piece of shit you usually are." His eyes glinted with a spark of what almost seemed like joy. "I wonder why."
It sent involuntary goosebumps down Izaya's spine.
What was that reaction? Why was he not flipping out?
Feeling the confidence his father had just pointed out diminish, Izaya glanced shortly towards the cupboard. Shinra.
He was there. Everything was going to be okay. No matter what his father had planned, he was going to record it and they were going to make a run for it if things went south.
It was okay.
And then it wasn't.
Expression blank he looked back to his father´s eyes. Eyes that were suddenly looking at the cupboard.
"In there, huh?" And Izaya's blood froze cold as ice.
The hinges of the cupboard were torn open, a short yelp escaped Shinra´s lips as a fist found its way inside his hair, dragging him forcefully out of the small confinement and threw him to the ground.
Unexpected by the sudden shift Shinra lost his grip on his phone. It bounced on the ground once, before finding a shoe stomp on its screen in a sickening crack.
Body thrown into action Izaya quickly flew to Shinra.
"Are you okay-"
"You must really think I am stupid." The words hallowed like a death sentence in the air. They were calm. Way too calm to be surprised.
Facing his father Izaya's guts plummeted to the ground. He wasn't even mad. He had seen it coming. For some reason he had figured out what Izaya had tried to do.
Fear must have reflected in Izaya's expression, because as soon as his father saw it his features sprang to delight.
"You think you are hella smart, don't you? Who do you even think you are? Not getting in any money, just leeching off of us like this, huh?"
Taking a step backwards, Izaya's back hit the stairs´ railing.
"I have never leeched of you, I even started earning some money at school so mum would-"
"Izaya." His father´s voice had turned threateningly low. "Are you saying I'm a liar?"
Izaya's blood froze. He was starting to get mad. Involuntarily, as if on autopilot his lips moved.
"No, I just-"
"Oh, you didn't?" His father laughed, "What your mum told me was a lie then? Are you saying your mother lies?"
Confusion wrecked Izaya's brain as he tried to follow the conversation.
"What?" What was his father talking about?
Humming softly his father sighed in a theatrical fashion.
"She told me about the awful deeds you accused me of."
Guts burning with rage and frustration Izaya's brows furrowed. "I only told the truth!"
His father merely laughed. "The truth?" And a distorted tinge of malice drew upon his features. "Want me to tell her why Mairu is so fucked up? Want me to tell her that it was you?" Not having expected his father to bring up the twins, Izaya prevailed.
"What?"
He grinned. "I remember it, you above your sister, squeezing her neck so tight she couldn't breathe." In a flash of seconds the images of the past poured into Izaya's mind. The day he talked back to his father. How he threatened Izaya to keep shut about what he had done. The moment he walked over to his barely one year old siblings. That sick grin to his expression when Izaya screamed and helplessly pulled at his father's hand to pry it off Mairu´s choking neck.
Anger of an unknown kind bubbled to the surface as Izaya spat venom.
"That was you!"
His father merely smiled. Innocent. "And who do you think your mother is going to believe?" It made Izaya feel sick to the very pit of his stomach. He was a monster.
"You are so sick-"
A frown crossed his father´s expression. "What?"
"You heard me, you are sick, something is wrong in your head-" Stepping closer Izaya couldn't help but involuntary flinch.
"Watch your tongue, Izaya." Calm. Collected. The words were a warning and despite being whispered they couldn't have sounded more threatening.
"Why? Because you can't stand the truth?" Izaya laughed, trying to keep the fleeting glimpse of confidence he had left, "If mum knew what you have been doing all this time she would divorce you. Kick you out of the house."
His words seemed to only serve for amusement as his father broke into bellowing laughter. "I would love to see her try. You take after her, weak, gullible and annoying."
"If you think that way about mum, why don't you just leave her? Why don't you just leave us all alone?!" Gritting his teeth Izaya could feel his fists tighten.
All these years- if they all were such an annoyance why didn't he just leave? He would have done them all a favor!
But his father merely shrugged, the grin still all over his rotten face.
"Oh, your mother has other qualities."
Disgusting. Izaya had never felt this appalled of a person in his life before.
"You are sick."
The fist met his face quicker than he had anticipated it. Head throbbing, vision blurring he choked on a gasp of pain as his temple hit the ground.
"I'm really getting sick of you insulting me, Izaya," his father growled, and stepped closer.
"Stay where you are!" It was Shinra who had yelled the words, quickly having moved in front of Izaya he had spread out his arms, as if to shield his best friend. "I already recorded enough evidence needed. My phone was connected to a friend and-" But his words were cut short.
Hard, harsh, like a brick smashing a window, Izaya's father´s kick connected with his stomach. Wincing the bespectacled friend sank to the ground.
"Shinra!" Pushing himself up Izaya's arms circled his friends back. He was retching, heaving and his brows knitted into a frown of pain.
"Do you really think I will fall for the same trick twice?" the man suddenly laughed, "Caught me off guard, really, that syringe. It took me a few minutes to realize you were bluffing. That liquid, what was it? Water? All of you, really- are you trying to make a fool out of me? Izaya?!"
This was bad.
They had to get away, come up with a different idea.
The situation was getting out of hand. With dread Izaya realized what they had gotten themselves into-
Somewhere- far in the back of his mind, Izaya had assumed his father wasn't going to do anything to them as long as there was a witness. From the moment he had caught Shinra, Izaya's concern had only been how they wouldn't be able to get any proof of his father's actions.
The violence displayed right now changed the entire situation. He was willing to hurt Izaya despite a witness.
He was willing to hurt Shinra.
"You aren't going to get away with this." Shinra heaved, despite better judgment, "My father will believe me once I tell him about you, he will get the police and then you will be done for."
Silence followed. Then a humm. A chuckle- turning into a soft sigh of defeat.
"You know, this is really starting to become one hell of a hassle." Izaya's father sighed, running his hand through his hair as he glanced towards the clock, dangling above the entrance.
"Three hours, huh?" he mumbled absentmindedly. Those eyes far, far away. And suddenly they focused on Izaya. Cold and deadly.
"Enough time to clean up the mess."
Time stood still for just a fraction of a second.
His father moved.
Slowly.
And Izaya's eyes widened.
He was going to kill them.
He was going to kill them both.
Grabbing Shinra by his arm he pulled his friend off the ground.
Shinra didn't know his father, he had never interacted with him before and yet right now even he understood what his intention was and as bolts of fear spurred his body into motion.
They bolted towards the kitchen-
The front food was blocked with the maniac in front, the next floor a dead end- but the kitchen, the window-
It was their only escape.
They dashed around the corner, fast as lightning. But they were two people. And in this case being outnumbered came to his father´s favor as he only needed to catch one.
With a yelp Shinra choked on his shirt as his father pulled him back. Izaya turned, latched onto his arm, bit it in pure desperation. A groan followed and a fist aimed at Izaya's head. Shinra was quick to react, pulled at the arm just so much it failed to connect.
But with a quick yank to the side Shinra was thrown off balance, his face meeting the ground face first as his glasses went flying.
Smiling, Izaya's father turned and suddenly his face was directed at Izaya. Pushing away the raven tried to create some distance, but too late. Before he knew it there was a hand on his arm throwing him to the ground.
Izaya tried to escape, shoved his body backwards, only for his back to bump into the wall leading to the kitchen.
And suddenly there was a hand at his throat.
Squeezing.
Hard.
Flailing Izaya's hands clawed at the skin- raw, desperate lines of scratches aligned on his tormentor´s skin. But he didn't budge. Like iron the grip persisted as Izaya's supply of air decreased.
It hurt-
"Izaya!" Izaya gasped, flailed, his eyes searched for Shinra, but without glasses he was about as useful as a mole. He was hitting his father's back, pulling at his shoulder- To no effort. Izaya searched for anything to turn the situation around, but all he could see was his father´s expression. It couldn't have been more demonic as he waited for him to die.
His vision grew blurry.
His father grinned.
Shinra screamed.
It was over.
"Good night, Izaya."
Suddenly there was a crash. Izaya couldn't pinpoint where it came from nor what it was. The only immanent characteristic was its volume.
Its loudness.
And the way the tension suddenly lifted from his throat.
Heavy coughs wrecked from Izaya's throat as his desperate lungs gasped for air.
His eyes were watering, he couldn't see shit-
"Izaya!" Ears perking he recognized the voice before he was able to see. "Are you okay?!" Shizu-chan. Relief like a hot shower on a cold day washed all over his body as his eyes teared up all the more.
Quickly he wiped them away and refocused his sight.
His father was on the ground. Seemingly out of it. Shards were scattered everywhere and in front of Izaya he was kneeling. A very, very much concerned Shizu-chan.
Izaya felt so relieved he couldn't contain the tears. A nod was all he managed as he laughed- for what reason he really didn't know.
"Yeah. Yeah I am-"
"Izaya-" feeling his best friend Shinra feel around on the ground for directions before lunging at Izaya for a hug, Izaya couldn't help but choke as his throat constricted in the most beautiful way.
Movement to the right was the only thing disturbing the moment of relief as his father groaned.
"You-" but Shizuo was quick to react. Eyes bloody cold and raging Shizuo reached for the man's arms and jerked them behind his back before securing him in a tight lock.
"Move and I will kill you, I swear." Flinching softly, Izaya picked himself from the ground. His legs were shaking. "Get off me!" His father bellowed. "I will fucking murder you, you damned brat!"
Shinra had gotten up from the ground as well and Izaya felt his hands on him as he pulled Izaya back from the scene.
Eyes locked on his father, Izaya couldn't help but catch every move. Every action. Just to affirm he was still contained. He wasn't going to get up again.
Suddenly there was another hand on his shoulder and Izaya jerked around.
"Yes. We need immediate help." His mum. Phone at hand she was talking to someone it seemed- her expression was lifeless, broken and disturbed. Her voice broke halfway through the sentence.
Just when she had appeared he had no idea.
"My husband is behaving violently and threatening to kill my child," she suddenly continued, the hand resting on Izaya's shoulder tightening the slightest bit at the words. Izaya couldn't help but swallow some tears.
Wordlessly he reached up for her hand and grasped it in unspoken mutual understanding. She believed him. She knew he had said the truth.
They had no evidence.
But they didn't need it anymore.
All further words his mum said on the phone blurred into a stream of syllables as Izaya's conscience caught up with the events.
She knew.
The police knew.
His father was going to be arrested.
His siblings were safe.
Shinra was safe.
Shizuo-
Izaya was never going to be beaten again.
He would be able to come home without fear.
Without calculating the times he was home, without watching his words, his moves, his every breath.
Suddenly Shinra was there, hugging Izaya. His shirt started to get wet. Izaya didn't realize he had been crying.
It was over.
It really was-
The howling of a police siren took over the scenery as blue and red light flashed through the open door and windows. The police had arrived.
So fast.
Rushing out of their cars and to the house it only took a few seconds for them to grasp the situation at hand. Seeing as Shizuo was slowly but surely struggling against the trashing father, they hurried quickly to take over his job of keeping the man down.
Eyes flared as more and more hands grabbed ahold of his father. "Let go of me!"
Quickly stepping out of the house Izaya's mother, Shinra and Izaya made room for the officers as they dragged the violent man out of the house. Venom shot from his eyes as he glared at his family. "You will regret this I tell you! You will-" his words drowned out as the officer pressed his head down into the car.
It really was delightful. Seeing his father that way. And yet Izaya couldn't help but feel no true joy at the sight. He was exhausted.
"Izaya, I'm so sorry, I'm the worst- I-" Izaya's mother cried, tears streaming down her face all the same. "I should have believed you- I should have listened- All these years-" a sob wracked her body, "how could I not notice a thing?!"
The sight was heartbreaking. Shizuo had initially planned to at least tell her what a bad mother she had been for disregarding Izaya's words right off the bat.
But looking at them now-
"It's not your fault." Izaya's voice cracked softly as he tried to comfort his mother, "He made sure you wouldn't. He made sure I wouldn't tell either."
"I'm so sorry, Izaya-" Trapped in a tight hug the remains of the family just stood there, the light of the police car adding a cold touch to the scene. Even the officers seemed pressed by the mood as they stood and waited for a moment to approach the two for a statement.
Feeling all the pent up anger dissipate from his conscience, Shizuo sighed. Izaya's mother loved her son after all. It wasn't her fault. She had been manipulated just as Izaya had.
As all of them had.
No one noticed a thing- if he were to blame Izaya's mother he might as well blame Shinra and himself.
Glance redirecting itself towards their best friend in question he looked at his friend. "Are you okay?" Blind as a mole, yet deeply moved by what he was able to perceive, Shinra nodded while wiping some tears himself.
"Yeah. I'm fine," he smiled, "The plan was a success."
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-Two weeks later-
"Ohhh, they suit you!" laughter filled the kitchen as Shinra got on his knees to let the little siblings examine his face as well.
"Right?" Shinra agreed, a very satisfied grin drawing across his features as he bathed in the compliments he received.
Only Shizuo seemed to fail to notice any difference. "What?" he questioned, a quizzical expression decorating his face.
Izaya chuckled, "The glasses Shizu-chan. Honestly, how can you not notice?"
Two weeks had passed since Izaya's father had gotten arrested. The police had dragged him away like some raging bull ready to be shot for meat. It had taken quite the blow to everyone´s guts, really. But especially Shinra.
He wasn't blaming himself for not having been able to help Izaya, but losing his glasses and being rendered helpless had certainly woken him up.
"I opted for contact lenses," he informed once more, seeing as Shizuo didn't seem to have paid any attention the first time he mentioned the change.
Face lighting up, he seemed to appreciate the change.
"They make you look somewhat cool even, I'm impressed," Izaya added, taking a seat at the dinner table. It was barely past midday. Izaya's mother had invited them all over for lunch as a way to thank the two friends for helping her son.
"Right?!" Shinra cheered, his face taking on a very satisfied expression as he continued. "Guess who else loves them?"
Shizuo snorted. "The imaginary girlfriend again?"
Cheeks were puffed and arms crossed as Shinra complained, "Hey, she isn't imaginary!"
Izaya hummed, "You know what, actually I believe him. After all, you can't get any cooler than Shinra with a syringe at hand. I would fall for that."
Pressing the mood just the slightest bit a bitter smile spread across his lips.
But Shinra was quick to react. "Hey, nobody gets to threaten my best friend!" he announced loudly, leaning down to pick up one of the two girls. "I'm a knight in shining armor, ready to rescue maidens in need~!" Giggling laughter bubbled from Mairu´s cheeks as Shinra raised her high into the air.
"Still can't believe you did that," Izaya chuckled, "And so fast."
Carefully setting the child back down, Shinra grinned.
"You are not the only one with quick wits at hand."
Stepping out of the kitchen the mother couldn't help but chuckle a little as well.
"Shinra, do you want seconds?" she asked, referring to the meal they had just finished.
"No, no, thank you Mrs. Orihara," Shinra quickly declined, already having done a very neat job at overeating himself in the first place.
The mother hummed.
"Then at least take some home with you. You live alone don't you? You need some fresh meals here and then." A gentle smile spread across Shinra´s face.
"... alright. Thank you very much." It was obvious he wasn't quite used to being catered to. Shinra's father was a loving one, for sure. But the lack of sheer presence had forced Izaya's friend to get a little bit too accommodated to living alone.
"Honestly you can just come over too." Izaya announced, pushing himself up from the table.
The sudden sound of a phone ringing shortly interrupted their conversation. Quickly scurrying to her phone the mother picked up the call.
"Or you come to my place," Shinra grinned.
Izaya snorted. "Oh god no-"
"Oh god, yes!"
"Alright, thank you for informing us." Turning his head Izaya looked towards his mother. The words had sounded somewhat agitated. Looking at her and her expression something must have happened.
"What's wrong?" Sadness, as well as a certain kind of relief displayed on her features.
"That was the police. He has been sentenced to 20 years in prison."
Almost instantly the mood shifted. She didn't need to clarify who she was talking about. "We won't see him ever again."
Relief spread overall, ruling out all other conflicting emotions as the four looked at each other.
"I sure hope so." Shizuo declared, nodding slowly.
"Shizuo-kun. I-" Izaya's mother suddenly started, her glance guilty and posture upright. Before he knew it she was bowing. "Thank you for that enthusiastic ride."
She was referring to how Shizuo threw her over his shoulder just to get her to go with him. Slightly flustered Shizuo got up from the desk.
"No, no, that was pretty rude, I'm sorry for just grabbing you like that-" he quickly said, but Izaya's mother shook her head.
"No, it was necessary. If not for you, I-"
"It's okay, mum." Hand touching her shoulder she looked up at her son, now standing next to her. His expression was gentle, assuring- not the slightest hint of resent was present in his eyes. It was a miracle, really, after everything that he had had to go through.
Swallowing thickly, Izaya´s mother straightened herself again before trapping her son in a tight hug.
"Ah, that reminds me, I need to get some homework done." Shinra quickly said, trying to ease out of the mood that was taking over the kitchen. "Care to join me for a tutoring lesson?" he questioned, addressing Shizuo who felt equally uncomfortable.
"Sure."
Quickly they removed themselves from the private moment. After everything that had happened those two probably needed to have a very long talk. It would take a while to heal the damage that had been done to the family, but this was a good beginning.
Stepping out of the house Shinra quickly stuffed his hands into his coat´s pockets. It was cold and his breath started to slowly form clouds of fog before his eyes.
"It's really over, huh?" Shinra mumbled absentmindedly, "No more roughed up visits at night," too often had he seen Izaya like that. "No more lies about injuries." Too often he had backed down when Izaya had kept quiet about their origins. "No more secrecies."
Standing right next to him Shizuo nodded, adjusting his scarf so his hair wasn't getting stuck in it.
It was then that the entrance door to Izaya's home opened once more.
"Wait, you forgot something!" Coming out without a mantle or anything warm whatsoever the two couldn't help but shudder at the sight.
Handing out a box filled with leftovers from their lunch, Shinra 's face lit up in recognition.
"Ah, right-" Pushing the box towards Shinra, Izaya turned quickly to face Shizuo.
"You too."
Perplexed Shizuo blinked. A glance was cast up and down his body as he searched for what was missing. He was wearing shoes, his jacket, his backpack from school-
"What did I forget?" he questioned, and Izaya flashed a smile.
A step was taken forward- cold hands cupped Shizuo´s cheeks. And suddenly there was a kiss.
A moment of peace. A glance- and a very confused but delighted Shizuo.
"Say, Shizu-chan." Izaya started, cheeks flushed from the cold. "Now that everything is settled and all-" Shizuo couldn't help but flush a little himself. "Would you like to date?"
Suppressing a whelp of joy Shinra quickly made it a point to cover his mouth with both hands as he watched the scene in front of him unfold.
That matchmaker was having the time of his life and Shizuo would hear no end of it. Chuckling softly, Shizuo couldn't help but smile.
He was embarrassed, overjoyed, but most of all- just happy- and for once Izaya wholeheartedly shared the same emotions.
"Aren't we already, flea?"
THE END
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