It continues. . .
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Chapter 11: Eleven Phones A Ringing.
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Tom, being the nice guy that he is, decided to take Shizuo and Djali out to lunch at our sushi joint. "The boss says it's going to suck not having you around for a while."
"Trust me, I wish I could." The trio had to sit at the counter due to the brace keeping Shizuo's leg from bending. "Hate being home with nothing to do." Djali was curled up sleeping underneath the chair where Shizuo was sitting.
"So what happened?" Tom asked sipping his tea.
"Douche bags and chloroform." Shizuo sighed. "One moment I'm walking down the street heading home and the next thing I know there's something covering my face and I went blank. When I come to I'm surrounded by a bunch of assholes."
Tom nodded. "So how'd you get out of that sticky mess?"
"Celty and Izaya oddly." Tom's eyes widened. "I know it sounds weird, but he did."
"That's really out of character for him. Normally he's trying to get you in trouble, not out of it." Tom was really confused. And so was everyone else. Even though Celty and Shinra accepted the fact that bother foes had a strong attraction to the other, but even they were clueless on why. Then again, the universe works in mysterious ways. . .
Shizuo insisted on walking himself home. He knew Tom had to get to work and didn't want to be a burden. It was bound to be a boring day. . .
Same with Izaya. He was sick of this hospital already. One more day of this and we was going to lose it. He kicked his blankets off and got out of bed feeling a pinch in his chest. He grabbed his pants that Celty brought over for him and wiggled his way inside them. He pulled off the hospital gown and slowly pulled his shirt on. He flinched a few times but he got it on. The same with his coat. Knowing they wouldn't him just walk out the front door, Izaya decided to use the fire escape. He grabbed his phone and the cherry jello off the bed-side table and down the latter he went.
The air hit his face hard and his zipped his coat all the way up and clutched his good arm against his chest. His other arm was fine due to the cast. Now for the fun part-walking through the snow with a broken rib cage. . .
The cold air was hard to breathe in. It stung his chest, like little needles constantly poking him. He eventually decided to take a break and sat down on a near-by bench. The snow fluttered down in front of his face and started to weigh heavily on Izaya's shoulders. He hugged himself to try and keep warm. Then he felt something fall over him. Izaya looked up as Shizuo sat on the bench next to and lit a cigarette.
"Still inhaling that crap?" Izaya smirked as Djali sat down eyeing him.
"It's how I put up with you." Shizuo said taking an inhale.
"I thought that's why you threw vending machines." Izaya smirked. But it soon faded. "What happened the other night? Why did you-"
"Forget that happened. It was a mistake." Shizuo sighed. "It never should have happened." Izaya was partly relieved, yet heartbroken to hear it.
"Then I guess Shinra was wrong." Izaya whispered hanging his head.
Shizuo eyed him suspiciously. "Shinra?"
"Don't worry about it." Izaya pulled himself to his feet and continued on his way home. Shizuo just watched as he let this perfect chance slip by. This wasn't the time he told himself. They were both injured and confused. So now-it just didn't feel right. Shizuo knew that he had to confess his feelings, but how to do was going to be a completely different matter. . .
Izaya collapsed on his bed frustrated. "Fuck you Heiwajima!" He yelled out at the walls with an angry face. Why was he so angry all of a sudden? Was it because he was hurt? Or was it the simple fact that Shizuo was just a jerk? Whatever the reason, tears started to flow down his face. He rolled over onto his good arm and hid his face in his pillow. . .
"You know crying over spilt milk isn't going to solve anything." Namie said while poking a needle into a cap of a small vile.
"Whatever." Izaya frowned. "Are you sure this is going to work?"
"It's worked on all the other people we've tested it on. I see no reason why it wouldn't work on you." Izaya nodded as he tried not to flinch while a sharp needle was poked into his shoulder. Namie's medical company had an injection that helps one's bone reformation. It was testing on a lot of people with fractures and broken bones and their bones healed quicker. So, our favorite little information broker decided that he wasn't going to wait the usual eight to twelve weeks. "Now, don't try anything stupid. It'll take a good forty-eight hours before you can really start to move the arm and muscles." Izaya nodded and squeezed his eyes closed as a second needle met his arm.
"I don't care." Izaya said coldly. "I'm going to make him pay." Only Izaya knew what Izaya was planning.