Title: A Twisted Sense of Altruism
Rating: M
Pairing: Shizuo x Izaya, Izaya x Psyche
Prompt (DRRR!Kinkmeme): Abused!Roppi is found by Izaya who takes him home and cares for him. When Roppi starts meeting with Shizuo, angst, drama and fluff will follow.
Disclaimer: Don't own Durarara! or the characters ^^''
AN: Sorry it's been a while since my last update xD I've actually had this part written for over a month... I just never got around to editing it... -looks away nervously- 8l anyway at least some stuff progresses yup yup~ please leave a review: it's super encouraging XD
"Are you done now, Shinra?"
Izaya crinkled his nose at the annoying hospital smell. Even in a private doctor's house, the stench of rubbing alcohol and medical equipment wafted through the cold air, leaving him with a familiar and unwanted feeling of discomfort.
"Yeah… He's a normal human being. No mechanical parts or anything… Unless my eyes are playing tricks on me…" the doctor leaned against the doorway, eyes wondering restlessly around the room as he spoke to his high school friend.
"Go on…" Izaya urged.
"Well, his body's a little… weird… I'm not really sure what to make of it…"
"Clarify please?"
Shinra bit his lip and scowled. "…Well, after doing some x-rays, I found out some of his organs are shaped oddly… They seem to be somewhat unnatural looking, actually… It's as though someone shoved a liquid form into a mold and let it dry… They look artificial. But it seems they work just fine."
The informant was silent for a moment, staring thoughtfully at his intertwined fingers before pressing on. "And what about the other things I asked you to check?"
The doctor sighed. "His pulse is regular, he hasn't contracted any strange diseases, his appearance is completely natural as far as I can tell, and his blood type is O."
'My blood type,' Izaya noted silently. With a groan, he stood up and lessened the distance between him and the other man. "What about the other thing I asked you to check?"
Shinra's casual expression quickly fell. "Yeah, I think you were probably right about that. He was pretty torn up inside… Though it's been a while since it happened and the tissue is healing fine, without infection."
"I see." Izaya continued, tapping his foot impatiently. "So regarding those artificial looking organs… Do you think he could be a clone?"
The doctor's cast his gaze to the floor, eyes narrowed. "I have no idea. But I'd be careful with that boy... He's both physically and emotionally damaged… It was hard to get him to stop struggling for the checkup; I had to sedate him."
"Yeah," Izaya muttered, eyes shifting impatiently to the closed door within which his lookalike was resting. "Can I take him now? If he doesn't turn out to be useful I can just make him my slave." With a brazen grin, Izaya spun around gracefully and wondered into the checkup room. The small boy lay passed out peacefully on the bed, his bruised chest slowly rising and falling with ease.
"Be careful taking him home. You'll need to carry him… He won't wake up for a few hours, if not until tomorrow." Shinra waltzed into the room with a confident smile, clearly amused at the image of Izaya with an adolescent boy on his shoulders.
Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Izaya carefully lifted the boy onto his back before heading to the door. "Oh, Shinra, how old is he?" He stopped for a second at the doorframe and turned curiously toward his friend when he didn't catch a reply.
"Sorry, I didn't hear you. Repeat that please?"
"…I don't know…"
"…Eh?"
"I've got no idea," Shinra repeated with a frown.
"Clearly you are a very skilled doctor." With a sigh, Izaya turned and started out the door. If Shinra found it entertaining to toy with him, he wouldn't need to waste another minute in his apartment.
"No wait! Izaya, I'm serious! I can't seem to find any promising evidence since his body structure is so strange... Though, looking at his face and height, he appears to be about fifteen…" Although Shinra's voice trailed off, Izaya's attention had been caught.
"Hn…? Interesting." Without a word more, Izaya hurried out of the apartment, mind racing.
"Call me if he speaks to you!" Shinra shouted after him, undisguised excitement filling his voice. It was obvious that the doctor wanted nothing more at this point than to lock the boy up and experiment on every bone in his body, but Izaya wouldn't allow that.
'Not until I proceed with my own experiments…'
It was thrilling- the uncertainty he felt. For once Izaya truly had no idea what to expect.
When they reached his apartment, Izaya found his assistant, working diligently at her computer. The last couple days had been distracting enough that he had completely forgotten she was to come over today, but instead of questioning her presence, he greeted her with a playful smile. "Hi there, Namie-san. Isn't the weather beautiful today?"
"Shut up. Your annoying, and I'm working." Her voice was nauseating enough to make Izaya want to throw up the little amount of food he had eaten today.
Trying to get the nervous boy to leave the hotel room early enough so that they could eat before the plane arrived did not happen. It hadn't been easy to get a ticket for the seat right next to him on the day before the flight either. He had been putting in quite a lot of effort for this one boy and the thought made him feel even more noxious.
"So cold, Namie-san." Izaya covered his eyes sarcastically with his palm. "Are you sure you are actually working? Or maybe you are just looking at naked pictures of your brother and don't want to be disturbed?"
"Shut up, asshole!" Namie spat. She briefly glanced up from her computer screen to properly deliver her next insult but hesitated when she noticed a small boy resting peacefully on her boss' back. "So you finally decided to go out and kidnap children, I see. It's about time you became more honest with yourself." She smirked, satisfied as she leaned back in her chair with her arms proudly crossed.
"Well now, don't you know me far too well, my dearest Namie-san! I was actually just heading upstairs to sexually assault this sleeping child whose face looks exactly like mine!"
At this comment, Namie cut her smile short and stood up to get a better look at the boy. "…Is that a clone? Or a brat with a face lift?"
Izaya didn't feel like answering. He, himself didn't really know and he was aware that he wouldn't have much of a chance at finding out anything until the child woke up.
At her boss' silence, she cocked her head back and the all-too-common smirk returned. "I doubt that's a human being. There's no way that any god would ever create another person with your hideous face… Unless he was a sadist who loved to watch people's lives ruined... Just like you!" A plastic smile announced her satisfaction at what she assumed was a clever insult, and without another word, she carried her cold eyes back to her computer screen and continued to tap away at the keyboard.
Gladly ignoring his regularly impolite employee, Izaya quietly wondered off to his bedroom feeling the boy's sleeping body bounce lightly with each step he took.
Sighing, he grabbed the handle and turned, pushing the door open with his shoulder as he walked inside. The room was dark, despite it being only midday which should have been made clear by the large balcony to the left of his bed. However, Izaya kept dark curtains tightly drawn at all times. He found sunlight to be annoying and distracting. The only time he bothered to open them was during the night when the city lights illuminated the streets of Shinjuku, giving off a radiance that had always set his heart at ease.
A bit more satisfied than before, with the sweet memory of one of his favorite feelings in mind, Izaya pulled his blankets back and set the boy down on his bed. With a little luck, he wouldn't wake up until Namie left… It would be even better if he woke up the next day so that Izaya could relax for a while. The strange boy was now tucked into bed and Izaya was finally granted time to return to his work.