A/N: I am so sorry. This chapter is muchmuchmuch shorter than I intended it to be.
-pokerfais-
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Clutching at my bruised stomach with one hand, I occupied my other arm with the task of keeping me from falling face first into the pavement.
"Oi! Flea!" the blond addressed me, "Get up."
On trembling legs, I tried to do exactly that to no avail. The pain made it impossible to stand.
"The hell is wrong with him?"
"I'm not sure," the calmer of the men knelt beside me for the second time that evening, "Sir…? Do you need help?"
Determined that the nausea and cramps would pass if I gave myself a moment, I shook my head adamantly. "F-fine," I claimed between clenched teeth. "I… ngh… I…"
I couldn't keep it back any longer. The sway of the world lost its magic as my face became much too hot and a pounding headache developed at the back of my skull. A few dry heaves tugged at my stomach, making me shiver once – violently – before the fourth was my stomach admitting defeat.
Just like any ordinary night, I thought it best to let it all out until I opened my eyes.
Black.
A shiver ripped through me.
As I stared at the substance I knew exactly what I had done to myself. I knew I had finally taken it too far. However; my focus on such a revelation was short lived when another gut wrenching heave forced more of the disgusting substance out of my stomach.
Choking, I suddenly found it difficult to breathe while my heart slammed painfully against my ribcage.
It was all I could do to blink back tears and stare at the man towering over me, silently begging for help.
My body was finally giving up on me, and I was far from ready to die.
Serious concern came over the man I had only just been flinging insults at. Now, I needed him. For some sick reason, I needed him to save me.
While Tom stared in shock, the blond joined him, kneeling at my side; all the while, staying careful not to get my puke on his boots. Reaching out with a tentative, trembling hand, he brushed my hair out of my wet eyes.
Frozen still, locked one-on-one despite my agony, I suddenly knew why he seemed so familiar. And my heart began to beat faster.
"Izaya…" he whispered, "Orihara Izaya."