'Okay. Okay. I can do this.' Izaya assures himself. He's currently sitting on Shizuo's chest, fiddling with the helmet attached to his monsters head. He's been examining the machine and all the wires, trying to find labels so he can understand what's what and not further damage Shizuo's pea sized little brain.
It's not going well. And Shizuo must not like it, as his face is creased in a frown. His emotion meter, too, is spiking an odd mixture of anger and depression. Izaya wonders if he's at all aware of what's going on, but it's unlikely.
"Damn it... Why couldn't Shinra just label stuff. Or better yet, make an off switch?" He demands under his breath, frowning. Tch, last time Shizuo woke up am Izaya needed to do was kiss him.
"Aah... I'm not sure I'm up for that again." He mutters, glaring down at his unconscious prey. Originally his idea this time had been to just pull the helmet off, but it seems there are needles inside transferring drugs directly to Shizuo's brain. "What, too monsterish for them to take effect the normal way?" He taunts. No response.
"Tch... Fine!" He hisses, leaning down and giving Shizuo a quick kiss. Nothing happens. He tries again, and again, and again until he's feeling less like he's waking someone up and more like a hungry chicken.
'Ggh... This is pointless.' He thinks, agitated now. It's late, he's sore, why is he so determined to do this now? He should just climb back into his own bed and forget about this for now.
'What if it's your last chance?' That sounds like Mairu this time. He can almost see Kururi nodding along in his head. Is he losing it now?
"It isn't. Shizuo is fine, he'll wake up soon enough. Isn't that right, monster?" He pats Shizuo's cheeks, smirk wide and eyes promising cruelty. "Cause if you don't, I'll have to take over Ikebukuro! I'll destroy your city, Shizu-chan, so you better wake up and stop me!" He coos, jumping on Shizuo's chest.
Nothing. Nothing at all. Even though he's gotten reactions from Shizuo before, right now he's the same as before with furrowed eyebrows and troubled frowns. 'Tch! Stupid beast, you never do what's expected.'
"I hate you!" He hisses, pushing Shizuo's head up so he can shove a tongue in the monsters mouth. It's not pleasant, but he does it until he gets a small groan from Shizuo. It's only after he pulls back that he realizes it was probably discomfort from the knee he has lodged in his stomach. The baseball game blares in the background.
"Whoopsie daisie..." He laughs, shifting to pull his knee from Shizuo's flesh. He laughs harder when Shizuo moans, fighting to keep himself quiet. Its just so funny, suddenly. Everything is just a big joke and he's going to prove it to this monster.
He knows he's in a bad state of mind, knows he's manic. His head is spinning and his heart pumping so fast with adrenaline he feels like a rabbit. Shizuo's is too, heart monitor starting to get faster and faster until it's just as quick as his own. They beat together, Izaya's echoing in his ears and Shizuo's though the room.
"Haha, fuck it!" He laughs, ripping some wires out of Shizuo's little helmet. The helmet starts sparking, suddenly, and his surprised jerk causes some needles to rip through Shizuo's skin. Blood spills out, and the machine makes an angry hiss. "Ahahaha~!"
Luckily, that gets him his reaction. When Shizuo squeezes his eyes shut and groans rather loudly, he practically squeals with sick joy. Blood trickles down from where the needles were ripped free, and liquid drips from the black helmet onto the bed. It's clear Shizuo is still in la la land, partially hooked to the machine and drugs still pumping somewhat, but the helmet won't come all the way off like he needs it too.
Shadows leak out when he tugs harder, wrapping around Shizuo's head snugly. They won't break or move when he tugs at them instead, and he considers grabbing a knife. He doubts it will help though. The room smells like blood then, scent reaching his nose, and it makes him stop laughing. He breathes in sharply, breathes in that achingly familiar copper smell, and breathes out to the sight of golden eyes.
"Hnng..." Shizuo groans, eyes looking unfocused and darting rapidly around the room. His heart monitor is working overtime now.
"Shizu-chan?" Izaya gasps, heart speeding to a painful level. Shizuo doesn't react, eyes still darting about, until izaya grabs his jaw and forces Shizuo to look at him.
"When did-" Shizuo's voice just stops, cuts off there. He doesn't try to elaborate, Izaya isn't sure he's even aware he spoke.
"Shizu-chan listen to me. You've got a lot of drugs in you-"
"Orihara-kun!" Shinra gasps, flipping the light on and rushing in. He immediately notices the sparking wires of the helmet and works to fix them. "I can't believe you!" He hisses, rushing to a cabinet to grab something. Izaya ignores him completely, Shizuo's eyes are starting to focus on his and this is more important.
"Fight it, beast." He commands, grip tightening to emphasize his point. Shizuo stares back at him, almost in awe.
"He can't!" Shinra snaps, shoving him aside a bit to adjust something on the machine. He grabs Shizuo's hand, pricking a needle full of something into his veins. He pulls a second one out and does the same. Shizuo gives him a wide eyed look, before his eyes droops and start to go unfocused again. His already lax body slumps, too, and Izaya hisses in frustration.
"Izaya-kun we can't force this, he has to get out on his own! I can't believe you messed with the controls!" He rushes over to the other side of them and puts another sedative in Shizuo's left arm, to be safe.
"Fight it!" Izaya insists, almost desperately.
"Iza... I don't understa-" Shizuo chokes, but his eyes are again starting to lose focus. Izaya shakes him, wishing he'd had more time.
"Stupid!" He hisses. "You're so useless!" Shizuo doesn't seem to hear him, though, only. "I hate you..."
"Sorry..." the monster breathes, faintly. His eyes slip closed, and Shinra shoves Izaya off Shizuo to mess with the helmet. He slips numbly to the side, sitting back against the railing. Slowly, he starts to chuckle.
"Heh. Hehehe!" It builds. Laughter bubbles up from his stomach to his mouth and out into the air to announce his crazy.
"Hahaha! AHAHAHAHA!" He laughs still his stomach hurts, laughs till he wants to cry, laughs till Shinra slaps him hard across the face.
"Stop it!" The doctor hisses, readying another needle. Izaya tries to jerk away but has nowhere to go with the railing behind him. "It's not funny, you might have seriously messed both that machine and Shizuo up! Celty will not be happy if either of the two break, you know?" He demands, arm shaking with trying to hold Izaya's own still.
Izaya wants to speak, but his mind is reeling and he can't breathe. The needle slides into his arm, down down down into his vein and fluid is injected into him. His voice pitches high, something like the very start of a scream and that gets Shinra's attention.
"Hey, Izaya!" He calls, but Izaya's eyes stay in the needle still buried deep in his flesh. "Hey, breathe. Breathe." He doesn't. He can't. 'Shizuo apologised. He knew it was me, and he apologized.' He can't help but repeat it over and over in his head.
"Well," Shinra sighs, when Izaya chokes trying to breathe. "I guess you be calm in a minute. Though I don't know why you're freaking out when I'm the one who woke up to such a big mess."
"Why...?" Izaya clears his throat, dragging air in through screaming lungs. He keeps his voice as steady as possible, hides his weakness even if it's hurting him. "Why will I be ca-aalm?" He stuters over his last word a little, coughs to hide it but taht only makes his chest burn.
"In that needle was Benzodiazepine Flunitrazepam. Mixed with Ambien!" Shinra informs him. "That'll put you riiiiight to sleep, you crazy bastard." Izaya can't help it, he starts laughing again. He tips sideways on the bed, falling down next to Shizuo. The needle slides out of his arm, finally.
"Hehehe~ How mean, Shinra." He coos against the sheets.
"Sleep well. I'll be fixing your little mess. Oh, and when you wake up expect to find yourself retrained and in your own bed, oka-?" Shinra cuts off when he sees the sudden panicked look Izaya shoots him. Shinra smiles at him, dark and clearly he's mad for real now.
'Worth it.' Izaya thinks, blacking out much the same Shizuo had mere moments ago.