A/N: Alright this is it.
Its the final chapter.
Mild Yaoi, don't like, don't read.
That simple.
Shinra had Shizuo sit down as he began to explain.
"As soon as I found out, I left high school so I could learn how to use my abilities. I learned that by manipulating the shadows on a small scale, I could possess the cells and use rapid healing. My body does this automatically. "
Shizuo stated.
What was going on?
Shinra was one of the Kamaitachi?
He was like Izaya?
So if he left high school because of that, then maybe…
"Shinra do you love me?"
Shinra's stomach tightened.
He lifted the blonde from the chair with shadows and opened the door, tossing him out and slamming it shut with a gust of wind.
Shizuo pulled himself up and beat on the door.
Shinra leaned on it, holding it together with a wall of shadows.
"Shinra!"
"I don't!"
Shizuo's arms fell heavily to his sides.
"Just go home Shizuo!" Shinra cried, his hands shakily trying to dial on his cell phone.
He waited until he knew the other was gone before he pushed call.
Izaya swiftly answered his phone, grinning.
"Yes~?"
Shinra slid down the door, sniffling and wiping at his eyes under his glasses.
"I-Izaya…"
Izaya's grin was wiped away.
"Don't move."
Shizuo had drug himself home and planted himself to his couch.
The ashtray on the table was overflowing as he shoved in his current cigarette and snuffed it out.
He lit another, took long drags, and waited a while before exhaling.
He figured if he deprived himself of oxygen for long enough that he'd pass out.
He was sick of this city…
And Izaya…
And Shinra…
And just living anymore…
He sighed out a cloud of smoke.
"Kasuka is drifting away…forgetting about me…"
He thought about Shinra and sunk down more on the couch.
"It figures one of the only people I love doesn't like me…"
He took an excessively long drag and exhaled slowly, snuffing out the cigarette.
He dropped his sunglasses on the table next to his phone.
He lay down, resting his head on the arm rest and closed his eyes for what felt like a second.
He opened them and looked at the clock.
2am.
It was the day of a the premiere later that day.
He grumbled and turned his head, looking up only to lock eyes with crimson orbs.
He made a startled cry and shoved himself from the couch.
Izaya was still leaned over the back of the couch, head turned to give the other a demonic glare.
"What did you do?" He asked sharply.
Shizuo stood and brushed himself off.
"What do you mean?"
Izaya's eyes narrowed as he walked slowly around the couch, stalking closer to the wary blonde.
"You broke his wrists. You made him cry. You made him cry!"
He flicked out his knife and pointed it at Shizuo's throat.
Shizuo stood his ground, and growled at the other.
"Get out."
Izaya shifted the knife and slashed across his neck, jumping back in an attempt to get out of the other's reach.
Shizuo cringed but thrust his arm out and grabbed the informant's collar, yanking him forwards.
"I've about had it with you Izaya…Get out of my life."
"It's a shame….I loved how you were…" The informant spoke softly.
Shizuo looked confused.
Izaya glared and pressed the blade to his neck.
"Put me down." His tone was a genuine threat.
Shizuo threw him to the floor, resisting the urge to kick him through the wall.
Izaya stood and encased the brute's body to his neck with shadows, squeezing to pin him nice and tight.
"If that's how you want to play, Shizu-chan…"
The shadow's crept up, tightening like a strong hand around the blonde's neck.
Shizuo choked and tried to struggle, but he couldn't move his body at all.
His breathing was totally cut off, his mouth like a fish's that's out on the beach.
He couldn't breathe.
Darkness surrounded him and his eyes closed.
Izaya watched the life leave Shizuo's eyes, and dropped the body once he was sure he'd been unconscious long enough.
He turned the blonde's head with his foot, talking to the half dead face.
"I promised I wouldn't kill you."
He hauled him up and dropped him unceremoniously on the couch, admiring the beast's body.
His eyes narrowed as flashes of the day he 'died' went across his vision.
He'd actually feared that Shizuo would kill him that day, so he'd tried for affection with the kiss.
But when the bullet exploded into his head, his powers had kept him alive.
He decided to maintain this false dead state and pretend to die in the man's lap.
He didn't say it didn't hurt, it was the worse pain he ever imagined.
His false death was enough to fool the doctors, and seriously bother Shizuo.
That was good enough for him.
That next night when he 'haunted' Shizuo, he forced his body to experience it again.
Why?
To keep himself in control.
To block out those annoying emotions that made his heart flutter.
To remind himself what Shizuo had done, keep him angry with the monster.
With a scowl, he sat on the blonde and dug around for his lighter.
He sliced the beast's shirt open and smirked at the toned body.
He wanted it.
To have it.
To fuck it.
To destroy it.
He picked up the box of cigarettes and shredded its cancerous contents onto the man's stomach.
"Its cold Shizu-chan, lets make a fire~"
He found the lighter and tried to make it work, but he only ended up hurting his thumb on the damn thing.
He figured it was empty.
"I hate these…"
He hopped off and slunk into the bedroom, digging in the nightstand drawer for matches, or another lighter.
He happily snatched up a pack of matches, but something caught his attention.
"oh?"
He lifted a magazine out of the drawer.
"Neh Shizu-chan is dirty~"
There was a picture of a blonde, half naked slut on the cover.
He skimmed through it, getting bored and taking it back out with him.
He plopped back on the blonde once more.
"so lets try this again…"
He opened the pack and tore out a match, quickly straightening the bent stick.
He swiped the head on the rough surface, getting glorious tingles as the match hissed to life.
He held the match to the magazine, watching as the girl's beautiful face burned and melted, until nothing but a hole remained.
He blew out the tiny flame, then carelessly tossed the match and magazine somewhere behind him.
"Now its time to warm up~"
He struck up another match and lay it on the pile of shredded cancer on the blonde's stomach.
He held back giggled as he watched the flame grow and expand over the pile, burning away the cigarettes.
And Shizuo's skin.
"the only thing I regret…is that you wont react to this pain…"
He sighed and lifted the man's hand, lacing his fingers between those of the larger hand.
"you're too much of a threat…"
He pulled his hand away and caught the wrist, holding it so the man's palm was facing down.
"At least you'll feel it later."
Another match was lit and held under the palm.
He happily let it burn the tough skin.
The same was repeated with multiple matches but used on his fingers.
He watched as the unique fingerprints were burned away.
He repeated with the other hand, until both the man's hands were shiny and red.
"My, what shiny red hands you have~" He giggled.
He stood and eyed Shizuo's groin.
He excitedly went for another match, but the pack was empty.
"Aw…that's no fun…" He pouted.
He scanned the other for traces of the previous torture, but all that remained were scars.
"Ah…you truly are amazing, Shizu-chan…"
He stalked into the kitchen to raid the fridge.
Celty unlocked the door and walked quietly into Shinra's apartment.
She slipped off her helmet and walked to Shinra's desk.
He was sitting, blankly looking over some notes on the computer screen.
Celty reached over him and opened a blank document and began typing.
'what's wrong?'
Shinra sighed.
"Izaya's the one who hurt Shizuo…"
'why would he do that?'
"because that's how Izaya is…"
'I heard on the news that hew was dead. But you were just over a few days ago.'
Shinra nodded.
"Its Izaya. He faked his death…"
'you've been crying…Shinra…'
she wrapped her arms around his neck.
He sighed and put his hands on hers.
She reached out to type again.
'let me make you something to eat.'
He smiled slightly.
"that would be nice Celty…"
'*smiles*"
He giggled as she pulled away and walked into the kitchen.
He followed and sat at the table, "you're so lovely Celty~" He cooed.
the flow of black smoke from her neck billowed with her embarrassment.
Shinra grinned and spouted compliments until the ceiling was hidden by 2 feet of black smoke.
Shizuo awoke to a crash and someone's voice.
"Shit!"
He blinked dazedly, trying to remember what had happened.
Had he only fallen asleep?
Was that all a dream?
A painful swallow and stinging in his throat quickly dispelled that thought.
He got up quickly, staggering sleepily into the kitchen.
Izaya was scowling and pushing pieces of a shattered plate into the trash.
He paused then turned to look at Shizuo.
"Good morning, Shizu-chan! Hungry~?" He grimed and leaned on the counter.
Shizuo scowled and went to the fridge, cringing and jerking away when the cold metal touched his hands.
Izaya giggled and pulled the fridge open for him.
"there~"
Shizuo scoffed and searched out a bottle of milk, ignoring the pain as he picked up the cold glass.
"I left you one~" Izaya chimed.
Shizuo kicked the fridge shut with a loud thump, and proceeded to pry the lid off the milk.
"I thought I told you to get out" he growled.
Izaya shrugged.
Shizuo glared and drained the bottle, throwing it at the other.
Izaya gracefully dodged and kept an eye on the blonde.
He seemed to be watching very intently.
Shizuo snared and dug his slick fingers into the metal fridge, starting to lift it.
But suddenly he felt dizzy.
The informant before him shifted in and out of focus in an odd blur.
Izaya smirked and held up a syringe.
"It may not go through your skin but it goes through the top of you milk~"
He shook his head.
"You should know better, Shizu-chan."
He pulled the blonde away from the fridge and pinned him to the adjacent wall.
Shizuo's only reaction was a low grunt.
Izaya slipped his fingers between the blonde's, pressing the palms firmly, drawing out a pained gasp from him.
"Shizu-chan…"
Izaya stood on his toes and pressed his lips to the blonde's, licking around them slowly before attacking his mouth with fierce dominance.
"M-mm…!"
Shizuo didn't know how to react.
Well, he did, but he couldn't make he body obey.
With his mind in a daze, body unresponsive, and Izaya dominating his mouth, the best he could do was groan.
Izaya cringed suddenly and broke the kiss, hissing at the bartender.
"How dare you…"
"Unn…?"
Izaya growled and roughly bit his neck, drawing blood.
"Aah! Izaya!"
Shizuo squirmed the best he could.
His inhuman strength was gone.
"How dare you!" Izaya snarled and pulled away, keeping hold of the enormous hands as he drug the man from his apartment.
Shizuo could walk, but beyond that he didn't know anything.
He dazedly stumbled along.
The scenery around him was surreal.
Everything was a blurry mess of colors, or things would seem to 'glitch' around him.
Into a building.
Up some stairs.
And more.
And more.
And more.
Down a hall.
One more set of stairs.
Out a door.
A breeze blew past him.
Was he on a roof?
Izaya sighed happily as he pushed the other down, twirling and letting his jacket slide to half down his arms.
Shizuo stumbled then fell, grunting at the impact and sitting up slowly.
Izaya slipped around pausing and staring at a pile of construction supplies left behind.
Bricks.
He picked one up and walked slowly back to the other, smirking demonically.
"Go to sleep, Shizu-chan!"
He laughed sadistically as he smashed the brick into the side of his head, blood splattering to the concrete upon impact.
Shizuo fell sideways in an awkward position.
Izaya dropped the brick and sighed once again, wiping the blood off his hand onto Shizuo's shirt.
He cheerfully skipped to the rail and leaned over the edge, a strong breeze blowing against him.
"Ah…"
He smirked to himself.
"The stain is still there…"
Shizuo was jolted awake by a shock of cold water.
He jerked a bit and rolled on his back, scanning for the culprit.
Izaya giggled and carelessly tossed the bucket behind him.
"Yay you're awake~!" he cheered and spun on his heels.
"I thought you'd died! But you didnt! You've surpassed my expectations again! You're so amazing!"
Izaya yelled with excitement and looked to the sky, arms thrown up.
If there was one.
He was thanking it.
For a beast like Shizuo to play with.
Shizuo put his hand to his head, hissing and pulling back at the feeling of cool, sticky blood.
His head was throbbing, and his body trembling like a wet kitten.
Izaya put his hands on his hips and leaned in the bartender's face.
"Withdrawal is a bitch isn't it?" He smirked.
As if he knew of course.
After a few seconds he smirk melted, forming a cheerful smile.
"Neh you slept all day~ just like I wanted~! Perfect for waking up now~!"
He grabbed Shizuo's hands and jerked him up, making the blonde gasp in pain.
He tugged him to the railing.
Without a smirk, he leaned close and whispered to him.
"everything is being taken away from you, Shizu-chan…your brother….your love…"
Shizuo stayed silent, but listened.
He…
Izaya hopped over the rail onto the ledge, then coaxed the other over.
He leaned back on the rail happily.
"Do you know why Shinra wont love you?"
"hnn….?" Shizuo dazedly blinked and looked at him.
Izaya smirked sadistically then leaned in close.
"Because he loves me…"
Shizuo's eyes went wide.
Shinra…
Loved Izaya?
No…
It cant…
His eyes fell half lidded and his head tilted to the ground below.
He was right. Izaya hopped back over and put his hands in his pockets, walking away.
"No one loves you, Shizu-chan."
He…was right.
He walked up the stairs.
"The world doesn't want you"
He was right.
With that, the informant disappeared through the door.
Shizuo swayed slightly in the breeze.
No one…
He began to tip forwards.
Wants...
No.
Wait.
A sudden gust of wind knocked him off balance, sending him into a forwards fall.
His hand instantly tried to grab the rail.
Wait!
The burnt hands only slipped on the already slick metal.
And he fell.
WAIT!
Panic overcame him for a moment, then he suddenly relaxed.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad.
Maybe things wou-
His thoughts were cut off by a girl's scream and he came back to reality.
NO!
WAIT!
He looked out through the alley, across the street.
There was a group of people.
There were in front of the theater.
The premiere…
Kasuka stood in the middle, among his fans
. Kasuka.
Kasuka.
The young actor watched as his brother fell.
Shizuo blinked, confused for the moment.
Kas-
He hit the ground.
Head first.
His head practically exploded, splattering blood, flesh, skull, everything out onto the ground and walls around him.
Izaya sat at the top of a higher building.
Watching.
A demonic smirk plastered on his face as he looked down at the red stained blonde.
"Sorry, Kasuka-kun~" He whispered into the wind.
Kasuka's face drained, turned a sickly pale.
His usually dull eyes were open wide in the horror of what he saw.
This was no movie.
It wasn't a stunt.
The world went silent, as the actor let out a blood curdling scream, that echoed thought the city.
Mikado paused and looked back, blinking curiously as a gust of wind roared past.
"Hn? What was that?"
Kida shrugged and put his hands on his hips.
"Who knows."
He looked up at the sky.
"It is Ikebukuro after all."
A/N: Finally!
Yes its over!
Im sorry to anyone who didnt like this, neither did i.
Oh well its a nice change from all the smut out there in my opinion. Thanks for reading!
~Tidal