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-JokerSmiles 3
Chapter Nine: Unknown
Storming inside their home Shizuo slammed their door with a great force breaking the hinges. As soon as it slammed shut he fisted his fingers into his hair and screamed so loud his face stained red with fury.
"What the fuck?" He whispered, still hunched over. "What the FUCK?" The blonde slammed his head full force into the closest wall to him making the wall crack and blood begin to slowly roll down the surface. Pulling back his head again he forcefully hit it again repeatively. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK FUCK FUCK!" Shizuo stopped with his fist against the wall. Slowly he began to ready himself for another face off against the wall, but with better judgement just gently set it back lightly against the now blood stained wall.
His head was pounding from the treatment and his thoughts. Every single image of that night was burned into his skull. Lazily he let himself fall against the wall to the floor burying his bruised, bloody face into his hands.
"Why did he say that?" The brute whispered to himself. "Why would he say that to me? He knows how I feel and how hard this relationship is on me. He knows that I am afraid too." The blonde nearly whimpered to himself. Soft, silent tears fell slowly down mixing with the blood on his cheek. "Izaya..."
Gathering his strength Shizuo lifted himself off the floor. His head suddenly rushed down upon him making him grab onto the wall for support. With his vision slightly blurry the blonde shuffled himself to the bathroom sink. Running his hands under the coolfaucet he let his fingers fiddle with the rushing water cleaning the blood away. Pooling some water into the palms of his hands he rinsed his face washing away the red on his face revealing a bruise forming on his forehead that would be gone in mere days. After peeking into the living room Shizuo sighed to himself after seeing his lover was not home yet. Returning to the bathroom the once debt collector began to peel away his clothes to enter the shower. Beginning to step into the area he thought about taking a bath instead. Deciding on that option he began running the hot water in the tub. Pouring some soap into the bath bubbled began to form. Stepping into the steaming water he hissed slightly at the burning feeling hitting his skin. Shizuo leaned back slightly to relax. Thoughts raced the brute's mind about his boyfriend. Things like any worrying partner would think about if their love wasn't home. "I should have walked him home..." Shizuo hid himself in the bubbles.
After soaking for nearly an hour Shizuo stepped out of the bathroom with a towel hanging low on his waist. Not caring about exposing his body to the atmosphere the blonde looked around once more the apartment for any sign that Izaya had come home. Still finding none he turned to his phone to see a text message from his lover himself.
Flea:
I will be home late, don't wait up. Go to sleep already.
Shizuo smiled to himself at Izaya always knew when he was awake. Smiling even more to himself glad knowing that his flea was ok. So he texted back.
Ok, see you soon. Get home safe.
After thinking for a moment he added something extra.
Ok, see you soon. Get home safe. Love you :)
It was so unlike him to be mushy like this, but he felt after today he needed to give his flea some extra special treatment. Even if that meant being an adoring boyfriend he would do it.
Taking his phone with him the blonde made his way to his and his lover's bed. Burying himself in the sheets with his phone in his grasp he let sleep over take him.
It was nearly three in the morning when Izaya entered his shared apartment. Bags under his eyes he shuffled to the bathroom to wash his face. Noticing the puddles of water around the tub he smiled weakly to himself knowing there were only certain times his Shizu-Chan would take a bath over a shower. If he was upset or if he himself insisted they take one together so it was simple to understand the situation at hand.
Washing his face in the sink he seen the slight color of blood on the edge of the sink. Curious Izaya went and looked around the apartment to see any sign of Shizuo hurting himself. Easily he found the wall where Shizuo had abused with his skull. Sighing Izaya's eyes changed to hurt as silently making way to their bedroom. Eyes landing upon the mess in the sheets he saw Shizuo holding the pillow on his side of the bed tightly with his phone in his hand. Snoring echoed in the room as the brute shifted on the mattress.
Leaning closer, his expression pained he kissed his boyfriend on his lips. Not even knowing he was doing it, Shizuo kissed back in his sleep making the grip on his phone lessen. Sneaking his hand into Shizuo's, Izaya took away the phone and placed on the end table. Running his ringed fingers through the blonde's hair he whispered silently to the blonde's ear.
"I'm sorry Shizu-Chan."
The morning sun woke Shizuo up from his deep sleep. His lips felt tingly for an odd reason. Lifting himself up he sat up against the headboard and glanced to the other side of the bed seeing his lover was not next to him as he should be. Frowning to himself he looked around his bed for his phone knowing he fell asleep with it. After tearing apart the bed he finally noticed it was on the table on his side. That sign alone was a hint that Izaya had been home. He grasped the device and dialed the number without a second thought. Instantly his call went to voicemail.
Heading out of their room, Shizuo ran throughout the house searching for any sign of Izaya. A note, a clue, something.
Giving up he made his way to the fridge for a bottle of milk to calm his frantic nerves. Opening the fridge door he saw a piece of paper folded up and taped to the glass container.
Shizu-Chan,
By the time you read this I will be gone. I figured by the time you find this you probably searched for me all over the apartment. Nothing of me is there, I have moved my belongings from the apartment all except our photos on the coffee table.
Not beliving what he was reading, Shizuo stopped and ran to their room and pulled at the drawers of their dresser. It was true. No clothes in the wooden furniture but his own. Grapsing the note he continued to read.
I am sorry Shizu-Chan, but I can't do this anymore. We honestly are too different, we can't be together. Tom was the first and the beginning of our wakeup call. We should have never started this.
But I don't regret it. I do love you Shizu-Chan. I just can't be yours. Please for me don't search for me. For your saftey...please don't look for me.
Don't do anything stupid,
Izaya
Grasping the paper tightly in his hands Shizuo felt hot tears prick at his eyes. "How could you?" He shook his head violently. "How could you do this!" He punched himself. "I made you do this?" Frustrated beyond all belief not knowing what else to do with himself he opened a window and screamed at the top of his lungs. "IZZZAAAAAYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAA!"
Entering a limo the informant paused hearing a painful scream pierce through the skies into his ears.
"IZZZAAAAAYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAA!"
Tears pricked his eyes, he forced them away.
"I'm so sorry Shizu-Chan."
Slowly and now regretibly he entered the limo accompaying another male as they drove away.
It has now been over three weeks since the disappearance of Izaya Orihara. Though now most people in Ikebukuro's information was now remaining secret the city seemed to suffer now more than ever. Shizuo Heiwajima first began running up tabs at local bars drinking himself in pity. Soon after not paying back with no job he was continously thrown out into the street.
It was always one thing or another depending on the day, he would either tear apart the city with his rage and short fuse or he would suclude himself in his apartment away from everyone.
It was a matter of time, until he became a complete shell with the loss of his flea...Izaya Orihara.
Authors Note: Sorry For the wait 3 But I hope you enjoyed it, I will update ASAP because I have a real good idea continuing next chapter sooooo REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! 3
-JokerSmiles