A/N: Okay so this is chapter 2. It's a bit longer than 1.
I tried my best to describe what i was letting flow out of my mind through the pencil.
I've NEVER seen anything like what i've typed. This is all what i've imagined in my mind.
Shizuo stared at him as the unlit cancer-stick slipped from his lips.
"What?"
The doctor nodded.
"He was shot in the head, but...even though the shot did alot of damage, he could have slimly lived. It seems he died from the gunshot, and previous complications."
Shizuo blinked. "Previous complications?"
The man flipped through the papers on his clipboard until he came upon izaya's.
"Yes. It seems he had head trauma and a concussion. His nose was shattered and would have needed to be cosmeticly replaced, and his left hand was crushed." He settled the papers and looked back at Shizuo.
"Did he get hit by a car?"
Shizuo stared at him.
Complications?
Trauma?
He's dead?
Does that mean the damage i...
The man's question echoed in his ears.
'Did he get hit by a car?' He paled.
"Heiwajima-kun?"
Shizuo shuddered slightly. "I want to see him."
The man seemed surprised.
"Why?"
"Because i want to see him."
The man shifted a bit, weighing out the possible consequences. then nodding in approval.
"Alright...I'll let you see him..."
The morge in the basement of the hospital was cool and damp.
The floors, the walls, even the ceiling were starched white.
There were circles of faded yellow on the ceilings from the old grade lights.
The tables were spotless rectangles of stainless steel, the concrete bases firmly planted into the floor. Metal carts with various tools and knives were placed respectivly alongside the tables.
Powerfull, mobile lights were positioned over the tables, similar to the lights they always blinded you with in the dentist's office.
The wall in the far back of the open room was made of metal, with what looked like large, round, filing drawers, each with a paper tag stuck in a slot over the handles.
Their footsteps echoed as they walked, tricking their ears into thinking someone was trailing eerily behind.
The doctor led Shizuo across the room, stopping at a drawer in the middle, about abdomen level.
The tag was clearly written.
Orihara Izaya.
When he pulled it open, Shizuo half expected Izaya to jump out and scare him.
Come out and laugh about how he'd been tricked.
Insult him in some way, with that typical taunting tone.
The usual Izaya mannerism.
But nothing happened.
The sheet over the form didnt stir.
Even so, he was still convinced it was a big gag, until the doctor pulled the sheet down to just above the body's naval.
He instantly recognized the body.
It was Izaya.
He stared at the man's bare form, putting a hand carefully on the man's chest.
His skin was so pale...and cold...
There was no gentle rising and falling of his chest.
No vibrating pulse of the man's heart.
Just stillness.
He looked at the man's face, at his eyes.
There were no crimson orbs glaring sharply at him.
No taunting smirk on the man's lips.
He looked past them at the wounds, so clearly lit by red in contrast to the white skin.
The notch in his forhead, the skin loosely settled on the wound.
The disfigured nose.
The crushed hand, shards of bone sticking out here and there in his crinkled fingers.
No one had bothered to clean him.
Dried blood, the color of rust now, caked to the man's dead flesh.
Shizuo curled his hand into a fist against him, furious that they hadn't cleaned him at all.
He looked over the corpse slowly, Izaya was thinner than he'd thought.
His eyes traced down the man's curves to his waist.
The fluffy jacket had always hidden his feminine build, the slender, agile form of his body.
He was very skinny, but did have muscle.
Maybe that's why he could run so fast.
He looked flexible.
Maybe that's why he always twisted out of reach.
He looked back at the man's face.
He looked so relaxed...So calm...
He wondered if Izaya looked this way when he was sleeping, all snuggled in bed at night.
He stopped admiring the brunette, when he saw the hole.
The hole.
That gaping hole in the side of the former informat's head.
Splinters and shards of skull were sticking out, some in his hair, some had fallen out onto his drawer.
Muscle, scalp, hair, skull and brain were mixed together in a sickening jelly, drying and shrivelling, oozed out of it, some had pooled on the drawer.
Suddenly a large chunk of the drying mix fell out and landed on the pile with a squishy plop.
He covered his mouth out of fear he'd throw up.
As it slowly set in, fear rose, floating his heart into his throat.
Izaya was really dead.
He stared at the lifeless body of his enemy as guilt began to build and overpower him.
"Heiwajima-kun?" The doctor touched his shoulder, his voice filled with concern.
Shizuo nodded slightly and moved away.
"I'm going now..."
He turned and slowly walked across the white floors to the metal framed door, the echo following softly.
The sky was late twilight, clouds were rolling in quickly, distant thunder following and occasional flash.
Streetlight flickered to life one by one up the line of the street.
Shizuo walked heavily, slowly, head tilted down slightly, a few stray locks of hair blowing in the breeze from his walking, just in front of his sunglasses.
He looked blankly ahead at the concrete in front of him, feet draging a bit as he made a bee-line for the appartment building approaching in view.
A drop of rain ploped harshly on his nose, startling him back into the reality outside his thoughts.
He quickened his pace as it began to rain softly, then harder, then straight into a downpour, drenching him from head to toe, the locks of hair sticking to him.
He walked into the lobby of the building, dripping on the carpeted floor, and making his way to the stairs.
He slipped halfway up, hitting his knee and grunting slightly.
"I need to just relax...And dry off..."
He got back up and made it up to his room.
He fished the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door, a soft jingle echoing in the hall.
He walked into the room and closed the door, leaning on it and taking off his shoes, socks, and sunglasses.
A cool breeze blew over him and he shuddered.
He scowled at the thermostat and turned off the air conditioning.
The apartment was open, the living room connecting to the kitchen, separated by a table island.
There was a sofa and a small table.
A decent sized TV was on a stand.
He walked across the wood floors to the bathroom, shaking some water out of his hair and looking in the mirror.
He stared at himself, then imagined what he'd seen.
Izaya in that drawer, the hole in his head, contents oozing out and...
He jerked away and collapsed to his knees over his toilet, proceeding to finally lose it and get sick.
After a few minutes, he got up and flushed down his former lunch, groaning slightly.
He looked at his shower thoughtfully.
"I need to relax..."
He removed his bowtie and unbuttoned his vest, sliding it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor at his feet.
He did the same for the shirt underneith.
He undid the belt around his waist and dropped it, unbuttoning his pants and letting them fall to his ankles.
He pulled his briefs off as he stepped out of his pants.
He stretched and groaned slightly, arching forwards and poping his back.
His body was lean and tight.
He didn't really work out, except his battles with Izaya, but his muscles were well defined.
A trail of blonde feathered down from under his naval, to his groin.
He bent over the tub and turned on the water, putting his hand under the flow and adjusting it until he found the perfect temperature.
He turned on the shower and stepped in, pulling the curtain shut and melting to the rough caress of the steaming cascade.
"Aaah..."
He sighed and smiled, relaxing.
He closed his eyes, hoping to relax further, but the images of the corpse flooded back, threatening to make him sick again.
"...It's my fault...I killed Izaya..."
He stood for a while, wallowing in his own guilt, before pouring a generous glob of shampoo in his hand and working it into a heavy lather in his hair.
He massaged his scalp for a bit.
"Mmmm..."
He sighed contently and after a thurough rinse, the water getting cold, he turned off his cascade and stepped out.
He grabbed the towel and patted his skin dry, putting the towel on his head and rubbing vigorously, then wrapped it around his waist.
Smoothing out his hair, he walked out, and into his dark bedroom.
He heard the sound of the electricity surging, then tried to turn on his light.
Nothing.
He flipped the switch back down and shut the door behind him, assuming the power went out again, and shrugging it off.
"It's about time you got home, Shizu-chan~"
Suddenly his breathing faltered, getting caught in his throat, eyes going wide with a sudden shock.
He knew that voice.
"Izaya..."
A/N:Alright so that's chapter two! ALL HAIL CLIFFHANGERS! Good one? Did you see it comming? I'm excited about this story really. Unfortunately it isnt going to get better for Shizuo...Chapter 3 is what will be for the 'M' rating. You'll see. We'll see what happens when the lights are out and the man you just saw dead is in the room with you naked, and he's not happy. Next chapter should be up in at least a week, depends on my class. Rate and review pleases3
Tidal~