Chapter 3 at last! Computer complications kept me from being able to post.
There is some mild yaoi in this chapter.
Shizuo stood, frozen with shock.
'There's…No way….No…'
"C'mon Shizu-chan say something to me~" The voice chimed from where the bed was.
He didn't move.
Hell for all he knew he stopped breathing.
There was a small creak from the bed as a weight was lifted off.
Muted footsteps on the carpet, dragging slowly closer.
The window was cracked, allowing a small breeze to enter the blackened room. With it, carrying the smell of blood as it flowed around him.
He could feel the presence getting closer, and when something touched his chest, he slammed himself back into his door.
Hard enough to make the hinges moan in agony from the strain.
"Why so tense Shizu-chan~?"
The being put its hand on his chest again.
It was so cold.
Lifeless.
"I-izaya? No way it cant!"
"Shizu-chan I'm right here with you..."
It's cold body pressed up to his, dried blood chipping away and rubbing rough against him.
A crushed hand was placed on Shizuo's cheek, shards of bone sinking in like heavy gauge needles.
Shizuo screamed and shoved the hand away, pressing back on the straining hinges.
"I-izaya!"
His bulky hand fumbled around for the door handle, and when he finally got a grip on it, it was yanked away into the shadows of the room.
"W-what...?" He sounded dumbfounded.
How did that just happen?
He felt a sudden push, then was being tugged towards the bed. He jerked his wrists away but they were quickly snatched back up and yanking him forwards.
Something wrapped around his legs and they pulled him to the bed forcing him down on his back.
He could feel something wrap around his neck, wrists and ankles, binding him down to his bed.
A startled gasp escaped him as it pulled his legs apart and tore the towel away from his body.
The form crawled up over him, one leg between his legs, and ground its knee into his groin, receiving another startled gasp from the blonde.
The smell of blood was slowly carried away by the breeze and the knee on his groin suddenly felt warm.
When the being ran its hands up his chest, they were also warm, smooth.
"I-izaya...?"
He looked up where he thought the face was.
A streetlight outside flickered to life, shining in on them, illuminating the being's face.
Izaya.
The brunette was smiling down tenderly at him. He was naked, but his body was spotless, clean, not a scratch on the pale skin.
Definatly not dead, that was for sure.
"Izaya?..." Shizuo's voice sounded almost relived to see something semi-normal now.
Izaya's ruby eyes shimmered in the light as he leaned into Shizuo's face, getting closer and closer.
"Shizu-chan..." A gentle voice left the informant's lips.
He pressed his lips softly to the other man's, locking them together in a magnetic kiss.
When a warm tongue pressed to his lips, Shizuo growled and refused it's request. Until, he felt the man's slender fingers wrap around something, down low, and eliciting a gasp.
Izaya smirked, and of course he took the opportunity to slide his tongue into the blonde's warm, moist cavern. Curiously exploring it, poking around here and there, charting out this unknown territory, and forcing gasps out of the stunned man.
Shizuo writhed in his bindings as much as we could, battling back the brunette's tongue.
Izaya growled at the refusal, and gave his length a good warning tug, making him groan and give up the battle.
Thrilled at his victory, he went to claiming the muscle, nibbling and sucking at it, before giving a rough bite and making him yelp.
He licked around the wound, a stinging apology, before pulling away.
He kissed down his jaw, to his neck and through to his chest.
Smirking, he leaned back up to the blonde's face, licking his lips.
"I bet all of you tastes this good...Shiiizuuuu-chaaaaaan..." He voice became slowly distorted.
The streetlight flickered for a moment, then died with a buzz.
A drop landed on Shizuo's chest as Izaya sat up, the light suddenly exploding back to life.
"Hn...?" He looked up at Izaya's face.
Izaya gasped slightly for breath as his hand suddenly crinkled and crushed itself against Shizuo's chest, bones shattering and shards piercing out through the pale skin.
The ribs in his chest cracked and snapped, the noise echoing in the room as the broken bones poked under the skin, threatening to burst out.
His nose smashed in, blood nearly exploding out as it it poured down his face and dribbled off his chin and down onto Shizuo's stomach, down the curve of his abdomen, and off the side to stain the bed.
Shizuo stared, horrified as Izaya's body disfigured itself.
Then suddenly, a gunshot rattled his ears, and Izaya's head jarred sharply, the man gasping slightly.
It lay cocked to the side before rolling loosely, chin resting on his chest.
Something hot, sticky, wet, riddled with shards of something hard, plopped and spread out on Shizuo's stomach.
The blonde screamed and struggled hard enough to nearly buck the man off, but choking himself on his bindings.
Useless thrashing.
Izaya opened his eyes, red orbs emanating a dim, red glow.
"Shiiiizuuuu...chaaaaaan..." The voice was further distorted, demonic even.
He grinned, ear to ear, teeth threateningly sharp as he leaned into his captive's face, blood dripping on his chest, staining the toned skin.
Shizuo thrashed and screamed, nearly breaking his own neck at the force.
"You killed me...Shizu-chan..." Izaya spoke softly, his voice normal.
"I...izaya?" Shizuo's voice was almost relaxed, he was beginning to think it was some twisted nightmare.
Izaya grinned again and his voice was distorted once more.
"You killed me~ I should kill you~" He chimed.
Shizuo's eyes went wide as stared at the demonic figure that was once Izaya.
Izaya pulled out a knife, turning it in the light, watching it shimmer, then turned his eyes back to the blonde, smirking even wider.
"So then..." He pressed the tip of the blade in the center of Shizuo's chest.
"Izaya wait! It was an accident! The yellow scarves killed you! They w-"
With that, a realization dawned on him.
They had been trying to kill him.
Not Izaya.
No.
Hitting him was a mistake.
He remembered when he'd looked at the group, the boy who'd fired was shaking, his gun unsteady but pointing at them, fear plastered to his face. He'd just cracked trying to wait for orders.
"They...Meant to kill me...I...I should have died...Instead of you...S-so its not my fault! Its not my fault Izaya!"
Izaya paused, his grin fading as he scanned the terrified blonde.
"Well..."
His grin returned and he pressed the knife into the thick flesh, blood oozing up past the blade.
"I'm dead because of you. Dead dead dead dead dead dead!" He roughly drug the knife down his torso, sighing with delight as the room was filled with Shizuo's glorious scream.
"Murderer murderer murder~!"
He chimed as he sliced randomly across his chest, not pressing hard enough to fully penetrate the strong skin.
He stabbed the knife in, just above his groin and twisted it in unison as he continued to sing the word, then slowly began to drag it up his body.
Shizuo's voice crack amidst his screams, his body arching back as far as possible, trying to get away.
Izaya giggled, dabbing his fingers in the rich blood, fingering the liquid in the wound and running them along the smooth slice.
He slowly pulled the blade out then wiped it clean on Shizuo's cheek, soiling his face with his own blood.
Smirking demonically, he put the tip of the blade to his stomach.
"I'll drain you out, and fill you up~"
Slowly the knife began its decent into his flesh.
Shizuo grunted in pain, glaring at the demon's red eyes.
Izaya caressed his cheek, smearing the blood with his splintered hand.
"Its okay~" He cooed.
"Y-you damn flea!"
"I'm no flea."
"Flea!"
"Nah nah~ I'm no insect~ "
Darkness suddenly flowed over Shizuo's eyes.
"What...?"
"You see..."
The darkness pulled away and he could see black ribbons that flowed smoothly from the fingers of Izaya's good hand.
Shizuo cringed as the blade continued to sink slowly into his abdomen.
So dreadfully slowly.
He looked down to glare at the hand, but it wasn't there.
The blade was wrapped in black.
Black ribbons.
He was dumbfounded.
The only person who could do that was-
"Celty-chan?" Izaya chimed in, as though he could read his mind.
"I'm no Dullahan, Shizu-chan. But I am another of the myths in Ikebukuro~"
The ribbons extended from the knife and snaked up Shizuo's body, slicing shallowly up him as they wrapped around his neck, the ends forming points that pricked him like bee stings.
He leaned down into his captive's face licking his lips hungrily and moving to his ear to whisper. "I am number 2 of the Kama-Itachi 3"
A/N: Okay so that was that. Gruesome eh? Hee~ So i've decided if you want any true smut, you have to ask and i'll maybe make a bonus chapter. I don't have access to the internet often so its very difficult to post. I've at least got chapter 4 nearly done. This story is NOT going to have a happy ending. And in chapter 4 I'll bring in 3 new characters. Shinra, Celty and Kasuka~! See you then. Plz rate and review! ~Tidal