[Orihara Izaya] Ne, don't tell me you aren't the slightest interested?
[Tsukumoya Shinichi] Not this again.
[Orihara Izaya] You might have locked my file, but that didn't exactly stop me from finding out about the others~!
[Tsukumoya Shinichi] You are playing a dangerous game, informant.
[Orihara Izaya] Life is a dangerous game Tsukumoya-san. You either chose to gamble or not play at all.
[Orihara Izaya] Besides, how can you not be so thirsty to know all the information? All the small details that nobody have figured out yet?
[Orihara Izaya] Take a look at Awakusu Hakume~! The third leader of the Awakusu mafia since Awakusu Dougen's death. Just by hacking into the old camera system the last place he was seen; the all famous mafia get together~! I could see that he was clearly murdered by the way he was pulled into that elevator. But by who, is indeed the question. You can only see an arm in the view after all.
[Tsukumoya Shinichi] "The all famous mafia get together"? You make it sound like an old high school reunion. How cute.
[Orihara Izaya] Of all the things you decide to comment on, then it's that?
[Tsukumoya Shinichi] The house had a camera system?
[Orihara Izaya] And that.
[Orihara Izaya] But yes, the old reunion house surprisingly had a camera system. But they are small and are placed in the most unexpected places. Quite smart. No one would know they were being watched.
[Tsukumoya Shinichi] Of course the Awakusu would be careful. It doesn't surprise me.
[Orihara Izaya] Hakume also recieved a phone call exactly one minute before his death. I am however working on the details on that one. This case sure is difficult.
[Tsukumoya Shinichi] I bet you're not even breaking a sweat.
[Orihara Izaya] Maybe, maybe not~?
[Tsukumoya Shinichi] You're playing a very dangerous game informant. There's no going back now.
The raven sat still. The darkness around him scheming to attack him if he dared to move. He only sat there, and stared up at the clock hanging on the wall. The only thing moving, besides the nearly invisible dust floating around in the darkness. Izaya knew he was dreaming. It was more than clear. And he had yet to decide whether this was a nightmare or a dream.
His eyes moved from side to side. Trying to catch a glimpse of his surroundings, his muscles moving as much as a stone.
The ticking from the clock grew louder and louder. Until it eventually just stopped. Izays stared at the clock with curious eyes. Waiting for something— anything to happen.
He felt a hand on his shoulder. The raven almost tensed up. It was like he could feel the icy cold fingers through his V-neck shirt. The slender fingers softly drummed on his shoulders, but Izays didn't dare moving, afraid of the monster in the darkness.
The fingers moved upwards, up to his neck. He could hear them brush his alabaster skin, and his own heart began to pick up speed.
The extremely gentle fingers brushed the raven's hair away from his neck, and he could feel a fingertip drawing on his skin. It wasn't just a circle or something completely random. It was a japanese sign.
Everything about the situation was revolting, but the informant found the strength to focus on the drawings currently being drawn onto his neck and between his shoulder blades.
Izaya's eyes widened when the gentle finger suddenly dug into his skin, tearing and ripping the skin as the person behind him kept drawing.
He wanted to scream at them. Scream at them to stop. Ask them who they were, and what the hell they think they were doing. Blood was dripping down his back, and all he could do was stare down in his lap, no sounds could escape his mouth. It didn't even sound like he was breathing.
The person stopped. And Izaya had felt everything. Every single thing. And he recognized each japanese sign.
"Death on you all."
Izaya rushed up from the bed with wide eyes, his knuckles as white as snow from the deathgrip he had on his matress. Izaya almost pitied the ruined furniture in the back of his mind. Meanwhile the Izaya that was outide was cringing in discomfort. He almost blacked out from the sudden movement, and he blinked several times to try and clear his vision.
A voice was calling out to him, but it sounded so far away. And the ringing in his ears did not help the slightest. He tried swallowing his spit, but his throat was strangely sore, almost as if his throat was made out of sandpaper. What in the world was going on?
The raven rubbed his eyes and took a deep breath, eventually calming down from both his nightmare and the strange situation. But when he glanced up, he wasn't entirely sure if he was still asleep. A strange looking blond was sitting in a chair by his bed, and by strange looking he meant, they were covered in blood. His unbuckled straitjacket that hung losely over his arms was soiled in crimson blood, the same went for the white skinny jeans and shoes, making it look like he had been in a bloody war. Did he even know the man? He wasn't sure—
Like somebody had turned him on like a lamp, his brain brightened and he remembered the sociopath that had stepped into his apartment, his memories of the night before flashing before his eyes. How the blond had even ended up at his doorstep was still a great mystery.
"What the hell happened?" He was opening the door to Shizuo, and the next thing he knows is he's waking up in his own bed, birds chirping outside and the sun just barely up yet.
He glanced at the blond, who was staring back at him with empty eyes that sent a shiver down the raven's spine, whether he liked the action or not.
"You fainted." The deep rumble of Shizuo's voice made the shivering worse, but Izaya did not let anything show. Instead, he glared at the blond, scooting a bit away from him. "Orihara Izaya does not faint. Now, kindly tell me the truth of what happened yesterday?" He had snarled a bit in the start of the sentence, obviously disturbed by the idea and instantly knew it was a lie.
There was a very small glimpse of embarrassment within Shizuo's eyes. Izaya noticed it, but it faded as quickly as a spark dies.
"You wouldn't stop screaming... And I kinda squeezed.. Uhm... Too hard?" Izaya gasped very lightly, it was more like a short and fast inhale as the last puzzle to his memory fell into place.
"What are you doing here?!
"Please don't be so loud—"
"You're supposed to be locked up in a cell!—"
"Shh, please—"
"How did you get here? Wait, you were in that elevator weren't you—!"
Izaya gulped visibly. He could clearly remember the rough hands wrapping around his neck before he could finish his sentence. Squeezing until Izaya didn't have any air left, and was welcomed with darkness. Shizuo had worn an almost pained expression for a short moment, as if the bitter words Izaya had squeezed out were too overwhelming for him. He couldn't stop the hand that softly reached up to his bruised skin and trace small soothing lines over the aching skin. Then again, hadn't Shinra said something once about him not liking loud noises?
Shizuo looked down in his lap. "I'm sorry..."
Izaya's eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "You're sorry?" The informant could see the guilt hanging around the blond like a heavy chain. He could only see it in his eyes though, as if he had abandoned all emotions from his face. "You're sorry?"
Izaya did not even know this man on a personal level, and he already felt like he was scolding his own child. Shizuo fidged a bit around with his fingers in his lap, obviously uncomfortable and guilty over the fact that Izaya was angry with him, for some reason Izaya didn't know.
'I've fought with a girl with a demonic sword inside her, and a headless woman works for me. I also know a black russian who is unnaturally strong and sells sushi. I'm surprised that I can still become surprised...' Izaya glared at Shizuo as he thought.
The raven decided to not dwell on the situation too much, and slipped out of bed, automatically reaching for something on his nightstand that wasn't there anymore to the raven's surprise. Izaya immediately turned to Shizuo and crossed his arms like an angered parent. "Where is my phone?" He tapped his fingers on his arm.
Shizuo looked up again but didn't say a word, instead he fidged more around with his fingers than before. Looking ten times more uncomfortable.
"Uhm... It kept buzzing and ringing while you slept... And I didn't want you to wake up because you looked so sleep deprived..." Shizuo's sentence trailed into mumbles that was pure nonsense until his eyes met the raven's again, the stern glare made the blond speak loud and clear again. "—And I kinda crushed it in my hand by accident..." now Shizuo looked REALLY uncomfortable. And it amused the raven to no end. But then he remembered what the sociopath had told him, that his phone had been buzzing and ringing while he slept. His stern glare turned even more serious as he watched the blond from the other side of the bed.
"Heiwajima-san, where is my phone now?" Shizuo's lips drew together in a tight line, almost managing to look like a little kid while doing so. Izaya didn't tear his gaze away from the childish blond. "Heiwajima-san!"
"It's— Uh— why do you keep calling me Heiwajima-san?"
Izaya rose his eyebrow for a moment at the question, but immediately brushed it off. "Heiwajima-san, where is my phone now?" he repeated.
"It's in the trash..." Shizuo muttered, sounding a bit guilty. Izaya sighed loudly and pinched the bridge of his nose, needing a couple of minutes to think the situation over properly. So first of all, he had a mentally unstable murderer in his bedroom. Fucking fantastic. Izaya wouldn't however, say he wasn't all that surprised at this point with anything that happened to him in his life.
Second of all, those calls could have been pretty important. And Izaya sure as hell didn't want to piss the Yakuza off now.
And third of all, it was deeply unsettling how the blond was covered in blood splatters, and if Izaya's worst fears were indeed true, then the former underground doctor's scream from yesterday, was connected with the situation. He didn't want to panic over nothing, so he tried his best to not assume too much and would get back to the matter later, since right now he had to retrieve some missing and perhaps very important calls from his older phone.
His knife was safely hidden underneath his sleeve, in case the blond tried anything funny on him. When the raven was on his way out, the asylum patient behind him had obviously intended to follow the informant down the stairs. But Izaya quickly turned around the moment Shizuo was about to get up from the chair.
"You!" The raven pointed directly at Shizuo, and the stern voice once again locked Shizuo in place as the blond only stared back at him with wide eyes. "You stay right there! I don't trust you snooping around in my apartment." He glared, before running down the stairs, and all the way over to his kitchen to the trash.
Izaya couldn't help but cringe, looking down into the bag. Shizuo had clearly gone for a snack or two while he was out. The disgusting leftovers of wet noodles still freshly damp. Why God, did he have to go through this torture?
He sighed and dug his hand into the disgusting mess of food. He felt goosebumbs over the feel of warm sauce and old vegetables from yesterday dinner on his skin. To his luck, the Gods had decided they had their fun for now, and the raven fished up a memory card from his old phone that was surprisingly in a good condition. He rushed over to his desk after quickly washing his hands (With lots of soap he might add), and sat down in his chair, pulled out one of the many phones he had in his little treasure drawer, removed the memory card and inserted the card from his older phone.
He waited several minutes, his muscles almost began to ache from his stiff position as he locked his attention on the screen. He didn't really care anymore if Shizuo had gone down to him anyway. The phone was his first priority at the moment.
The screen lit up, signaling that it was loading and processing the new information it had been given. And damn, if the raven wasn't such a patient person, he might've crushed and thrown the new phone into the trash as well.
And at last, Izaya could press in the password and all lost calls immediately popped up on his screen. He pressed the spammed number and took his phone up to his ear.
"Orihara Izaya. You're calling very late considering I called you hours ago." A not so threatening voice met the raven's ear. And he couldn't help but snicker. He couldn't believe that fish-head had called him!
"Ah~ Takaaki-san, if I'm not mistaken? I apologize from the bottom of my heart—" the raven glanced up at the top of the stairs where a curios blond was looking at him from the bedroom door. "—I seem to have run into a walking package of trouble that I have yet to take care of." Upon realizing that the informant had spotted him, the blond ducked quickly back into the bedroom with a soft yelp.
"But I am at your service now~!" The raven smirked.
"Good. We need you at the headquarter in Ikebukuro. I won't talk about it over phone, you never know who is listening."
Izaya agreed in silence and moved over to take his coat from the couch. Slowly, he slipped each skinny arm into the fabric. "Alrighty, expect me there in at least an hour then."
"It's about Shiki-kun."
Something akin to the feeling of an ice cube sliding down his spine spread on his back at those carefully spoken words.
"Expect me there in half an hour..."
"I thought so."
He hung up and threw the phone into his pocket. Without really thinking, he stepped over to his door, or rather what was left of it and was ready to walk out. But a voice in his head made him stop in his tracks.
"You could always hire a bodyguard."
Looks like he perhaps could bring the blond into the game anyway.
"Heiwajima-san!" The raven called out. The mop of blond hair once again appeard before his eyes by the bedroom door. And he couldn't stop his smirk from taking form onto his face.
"Take one of my shirts and jackets from my wardrobe and change into them. We're going to visit somebody!"
A/N: Aaaaargh this chapter has been rewritten OVER AND FUCKING OVER! I almost gave up at some point! Uuuuuugh just strangle meee. I can't believe I finally figured this chapter out! T-T I think this has been rewritten over 15 times xD btw for those who has messaged me, I'm so sorry for not replying! I'm not ignoring you, but everytime I click on my inbox the whole page basically goes blank. So I'm trying to figure that part out.
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