Chapter II
"You bastard!" Izaya screamed. He went hysterical. Ripping off his coat faster than Shizuo had ever seen him move, he bent down on the floor and cupped his hands, gathering the powdery material up and dumping it on his coat. He collected as much as possible and wrapped the coat up and held it close, shutting his eyes.
What the hell just happened? "Flea? What in the world…?"
"Shizu-chan you bastard, protozoan, brute, fake blonde, shithead. Do you know why I disappeared? Because something happened. There was a giant accident two weeks ago on the intersection next to Shinjuku and four people died. Those four people were my whole damn family." His voice cracked. "All four of them died. Mama and Kururi died in the hospital and Mairu and oto-san died on the spot. A damn drunk hit them. And he drove away like nothing ever happened. That was them you just smashed. The ashes were delayed because of a problem and I just came here to tell Shinra, Celty, Kyouhei, Simon and you I was leaving Japan!" his breath hitched.
His voice turned deadly silent. "I'm alone." He bit his lower lip hard to keep from crying but failed miserably, even after drawing blood and having it trickle down the side of his mouth. Shizuo had the sudden urge to…lick it? Crushing the jacket close to him, he ran. He just ran. As fast as he could and as hard as he could. He had to get away. It was too painful.
The ex-bartender just stared into the distance, dumbfounded. He didn't know anything anymore. Izaya had looked so broken, frail, and fragile he wondered if that punch had hit him, if he would have just shattered on the spot.
After a long drag of his cigarette, he trudged after the informant. He didn't know why. He just did.
Shizuo Heiwajima had walked all the way to Shinjuku just for the fucking flea. Why the hell did he do that? The bodyguard guessed it was because of the face Izaya gave him. That face stabbed the blonde millions of times and killed him slowly from the inside out without really killing him.
At Izaya's apartment, he slowly opened the door with a click, shocked that the door was unlocked. He never left it unlocked! Maybe because he was too torn over so many deaths at one time. It must have been a lot to take in at once.
He tiptoed in and made his way further into the complex. He paused at the sound of hiccups and sniffles and frowned deeply. 'Nani? He's…crying?'
He stalked towards the bedroom door and flung it open, to find the one and only Izaya Orihara on his bed, hugging his knees with his face buried, crying his heart out.