Ah, I've had a bad week. I didn't feel like writing and had some writers block along the way and I got bitten by a spider on my right hand- which is my dominant- and couldn't use it for a couple of hours. The spider wasn't poisonous, it just stung my hand so hard it wouldn't stop twitching and it looked pretty normal so... but I still wanted to get this out of the way so you guys wouldn't have to wait! And I heard about Paris and Japan. Enough of me, time for this chapter. #PrayForJapan #PrayForParis God have mercy and protection over your souls ❤
Chapter 7: Impure Fortune
I do not own Durarara! Only the story. Enjoy~
"Whoa- What the helldo appened!?" Exclaimed the doctor. Celty rose from her seat after hearing Shinra's yell of shock.
"This dumbass has a fever." Shizuo said as he walked past Shinra with a motionless raven in his arms.
"That's not what I'm shocked about!"- The man in the lab coat hollered again. "It's the fact that YOU brought him here! You're supposed to hate each other, remember? And how can I be so sure that you didn't do this to him?"
"And just by doing this you think all my hatred for this bastard suddenly disappeared?" Shizuo glared at Shinra. Shinra gulped loudly but a feminine figure trailing with smoke came from his behind.
[What happened!?] Celty raised her phone so fast that she could've hit Shizuo in the face with it. Gladly she didn't.
"Like I said, this dumbass has a fever and I could only think of bringing him here."
Celty stared with her nonexistent eyes, baffled. Then she realized the informant in the blond's arms looking paler than he always was- paler than the color white that he looked like a ghost- and a faint but growing shade of red danced across his cheeks. His breathing wasn't in any good condition and his hair was messy along with dark circles under his eyes. He didn't look like he was in good shape at all.
"Alright, bring him to the guest room. I'll see what I can do." Shinra spoke up only to lead Shizuo into their destination. Once they were inside the small room, gold eyes darted to a small futon on the floor and began walking towards it. He set Izaya down into it and watched as Shinra approached with a small medical kit. He left the room but was greeted by Celty standing in front.
[I don't mean to pry, but if you want to talk to me, please do. I want to know.]
Shizuo nodded and walked into the living room with Celty and sitting down on the couch. Guess it was time to spill it?
"I talked to Izaya like I said I would."
A sigh escaped his lips "But we got into a big misunderstanding and he freaked out." He said as his hand slipped into his dyed golden locks and trailed down to the nape of his neck.
[And?]
Shizuo looked down avoiding contact with the headless woman. "...He slapped me, and I had to calm him down." He noticed Celty perk up and shadows started spiking slightly.
"I managed to calm him down, but I didn't realize he had a fever and he just kinda passed out." Celty could see Shizuo was avoiding to look her way and had an embarrassed expression on. Whatever he said wasn't all that happened obviously, but she let it go. 'Oh yeah, totally forgot to say I held and embraced him until he passed out.' Totally normal...
[I'm sure you had your reasons. Whatever happened wasn't your fault. But I am pretty surprised myself that you brought him here.]
"Yeah, I know. Fucking flea needs to give it a rest." he sighed looking at the clock. It was way passed 11:00 and it seemed surprising since the day went by pretty quickly. But he completely forgot that he let sleep take a hold of him when he was cuddling with Izaya. Red flashed across his face and he quickly turned away avoiding further embarrassing questions. Once he felt calm and was sure his blazing blush was gone, Shizuo brought his gaze back to Celty.
...
A door creaking open silently sent both of them beaming their vision over to the suspenseful noise. Shinra had walked out, but he had a straight face. It took a little longer than it should have- giving someone with a fever medicine- but it took about a good 10 minutes.
"Shizuo, mind telling me why you brought him here? It's surprising that you were the one." He said adjusting his glasses and sighing somnolently.
"Like I said, he had a fever and I could only bring him here." The blond sighed as well.
"That's not what I mean."
Shizuo turned over to meet Shinra's curious stare. "I just went to talk things out with the bastard and he went all crazy and passed out. Next thing I know, he has a fever and I couldn't leave him there." He said as calmly as he could. "I see." Said Shinra looking around, "Nothing else? I'm just curious on why you did it." Golden eyes met hazel ones through glasses but the hazel ones were narrowing as if it were studying the blond. Was he examining him? Whatever his purpose was, probably didn't lead to good. It was rare seeing Shinra with a straight face and no cheerful vibe that came like it used to.
"We had another falling out yesterday and he started freaking out after I caught him. After I realized what had happened I went to go talk to him, thanks to Celty I got there. Once I got there that's when my other side of the story happens and the damn louse passed out from a fever I didn't even know he had."
"Shizuo you're not avoiding to tell us something, are you?
"What do you mean?" Shizuo glared at the doctor- eyebrows knitting- Shinra gave a small smile. What was he doin-
"So you're telling the honest truth?" He said beaming his sight back to Shizuo like a mirror reflecting rays- back and fourth. The sudden feeling of doctor studying him gave an uneasy chill crawling down his spine.
"Yeah I'm not holding anything against you." He sighed. Shinra suddenly turned his head away from the blond and placed his hand onto his chin.
"...Don't tell me it happened again..."
"What?" Shizuo snapped his head back to the clueless man in a lab coat completely unaware that he had spoken his thoughts aloud.
"Oh nothing! I'm sure Izaya has caught the fever again!" He said putting his hands up in defense. No shit he has a fever.
Celty pondered on whether she should either intervene but gave away to the instinct that told her not to. Shinra seemed so in thought that it even looked like he was frowning- no, he was frowning. He paced back and fourth until his footsteps became quiet and the sound of a door opening and closing was heard. Seems he went to go check up on Izaya again.
Celty turned over to the blond, but he started laying down. His arms wrapped around the back of his head making a soft cushion for his head to rest on and just stared at the ceiling.
[I'm going to bed. You can stay here for the night if you'd like.] Read a sudden message that had slipped up to his face. Shizuo nodded and smiled a weak one before the headless woman waltzed out of the room.
Shizuo blew a somn sigh from his lips and closed his eyes. Whatever was happening was not settling in his mind right.
Why.
Why was Izaya so shaken up?
Why were those eyes filled with fear?
Where was his sadistic grin he always carried?
He sighed again full of annoyance. "Damn louse. Got me thinking about your shitty problems..." he murmured through tight lips. The lamp light that illuminated the room had disappeared and darkness engulfed the room. He could finally get some rest.
...
Sniffing
"...?"
Sobbing
"Hey- is anyone there?"
No light was visible, so where was he?
There was no floor.
There was no air.
There was no reflection.
Was he just floating in black space? Flowting endlessly and flying anywhere he could was what it seemed like.
Crying.
What the hell was going on? He floated forever and the heavy weight of worry began to wear at his shoulders. Where was the crying coming from?
"...Please, anyone...help..."
The voice echoed again. Shizuo looked around- above- below- anywhere- but was greeted with the same black space. Where was it?
"...Don't let them take me...Help..."
The voice trembled outward again. For a short notice, a faint light began growing in the distance. Honey eyes caught the light, drifting his body towards it.
"I don't want to be alone... please..."
The more he got closer, the more the light was brightening up. Shizuo flew to the outlined object in the light- a hand. A dark hand had grasped his leg and began tugging it backwards. "What the hell?!"
"...Don't leave me alone...!"
He turned his gaze off the recent hand grabbing him and tried to come closer to the figure. The outline of it looked like someone crouching and tugging their hair- a fur lined coat. Raven colored hair and pale skin.
Blood red eyes the color of crimson were stained with continuous streams of tears.
"...Help me..."
"...Izaya?"
The figure did not answer nor did it bother to look up. Furious forces were acting around his legs. When he looked down out of annoyance- more of those dark hands from the shadows had clung onto his pants. What the hell was this!?
"Get them away from me..."
Shizuo's eyes widened. Not only was the form he believed was Izaya cowering before him, but was surrounded. Surrounded by the same dark hands that were tugging at his limbs. Only that Izaya was surrounded completely by them- touching him, keeping him down. "Izaya-!" He shouted.
He didn't hear.
The hands were now pulling hard and Shizuo was having a hard time pulling away from them. "Dammit- Izaya!" He shouted again, kicking and thrashing out of the shadows' hold.
"...Help..."
Laughing was heard ev)erywhere. They were teasing, mocking- smiles grew bright and giggling.
'Impure, violated, disgrace' they chanted all together. Voices of men, women, children all chanting the words in unison.
"Shut the hell up damnit!"
Impure
"Izaya-!" He reached out.
Violated
Shadows fully engulfed Shizuo's body but his face was still out from the shadows.
Disgrace
He grabbed the raven's arm.
The laughing ceased and the smiles disappeared. The shadows were no longer in sight as if they were sucked away by a vacuum or never existed there in the first place. He opened his eyes to see the small informant cased in his arms and face sobbing in his chest. They were floating in the new space except
They,
They were the ones emitting the light. It was a glorious bright light of either pink or orange. The light smiled across their skin and the embrace was warm filled with a sudden feeling of happiness. Was this really them?
He glanced down to see Izaya who was still buried in his grasp. He unwrapped his arms from Izaya but when the raven lifted his face- it was of uncertainty. Uncertain fear.
Suddenly thick black hands grabbed the raven and snatched him away.
You cannot have dirty things.
"...!?" Shizuo threw his arm outward to catch the raven- falling. He had tried to reach for Izaya but suddenly he couldn't float or stand anymore. He was falling. He was falling while those hands restricted Izaya. He was falling and would lose Izaya.
Lose him...
Dirty things are a waste anyway.
"Shizuo!"
"IZAYA!"
A soft shout blew from the blond's lips as if he was hit by a train and knocked the air out of his lungs. He had rose up and was sweating. Where was he!? Noticing the small couch he was on, Shizuo remembered that he had went took a nap on Shinra's couch after Celty. Shizuo inhaled and exhaled the pure air trying to calm himself. What was that?
Shizuo looked around and at the clock.
'3:45'
"What the hell kind of dream was that?..." he groaned laying back down on the couch. Whatever it was, it didn't go well like the other events that have happened in the past few days. Shizuo closed his eyes once again.
...
"NO GET AWAY FROM ME!"
"!?"
Shizuo rose up so fast that he looked like a vampire waking up from its coffin.
"NO!"
That voice...!
"Calm down- Izaya!"
"DON'T TOUCH ME!"
Shizuo jumped to his feet and dashed through the room. He barged open the door.
"Izaya calm down-!"
"I SAID GET AWAY FROM ME!
It must have been a horrible sight. Shinra was holding Izaya's wrist but was keeping his distance abs tried to calm him down but Izaya. He looked terrified- filled with fear. He tried to thrash out of the doctor's hold but made it worse.
"Shizuo- help please! I can't do this alone!" Shinra called over to the man who stood like a rock at the door. With that call, Shizuo snapped out of his thoughts and rushed over.
"Izaya it's me, Shinra-!"
"NO! NO NO! STOP!"
It was heart wrenching to see this, especially if you were one of the people trying to restrain the frightened raven. Celty froze at the door horrified at the scene; shadows prickling.
Izaya wouldn't, couldn't stop thrashing and screaming. Shinra tried but it had no effect. Shizuo grabbed Izaya by the shoulders and shook him firmly but not too hard. "Dammit Izaya it's us! WAKE THE HELL UP LOUSE!" He shouted. He didn't stop shaking Izaya. Not now. Not until he woke up.
The screaming was replaced by a thick layer of silence. The screaming and thrashing had stopped. Izaya's eyes suddenly fluttered opened through small tears. Shinra had let go, but Shizuo was still holding on.
"...Shizu...chan?" He whispered softly.
Shinra sighed while his lover ran to his side. Celty was frightened by what had happened, but she still seeked comfort.
"Are you awake flea?"
Izaya only stared into Shizuo's eyes. They didn't bore any hate, in fact, seems like they had concern. Strong firm hands were still gripping his shoulders while the blond was seemingly close. He didn't say a word, just nodded. Shinra had crept up once again but Izaya suddenly tensed. And Shizuo could feel it.
"Are you feeling better now, Izaya?" Shinra spoke. Izaya just nodded slowly before turning back to face Shizuo. He just glared but then a very noticeable blush emitted from his cheeks. At first Shizuo didn't understand until he realized he was still gripping Izaya. He immediately let go and apologized lightly before turning to Shinra who was just grinning like an idiot.
"I see things are better so I'll finally get to sleep!" He chirped before waltzing out of the room ushering a small "G'night!" while dragging Celty along too. Shizuo was going to follow but a tug at his arm stopped him. He looked down to see Izaya holding onto his sleeve.
"Don't go..." he whispered.
Shizuo's eyes widen at the sudden moment and the raven took his hand into his own. Heat rushed to his cheeks.
"...I won't." He said. He found s chair next to the bed and brought it closer to Izaya's bed.
Izaya laid back down but entangled his hands with Shizuo's. Before time could even announce, the black haired man had drifted into sweet slumber.
At this moment, Shizuo didn't feel tired at all. Not one bit.
He would stay like this for the rest of the night to see that peaceful expression instead of one covered in fear.
He truly was fine.