Hello everyone~
New chapter, mainly because my internet, tv and phone are all dead till tomorrow and I'm bored out of my teeny tiny mind till night fall so why not write for a bit. XD
Chapter 3
'Nine years… nine years of chasing that little flea swearing I'd catch him, swearing to kill him… but now, only once it's done, why does it feel so wrong.' Shizuo clenches his teeth, his hands balled up tight to his sides as images of his fight with Izaya swirled in his mind.
'There is no way he survived that, the flea is not indestructible, he's not some inhuman god as he so claimed to be… Once caught… Once caught, he was human, just a plain easily broken human, and I'm… I'm just a monster just like he always said, a monster that breaks people without even really trying, even someone that seemed so untouchable as Izaya.'
While Shizuo was absorbed in his self loathing it had started to rain at this point it was a raging down pour, the blond was soaked were he stood at the side of the road on looking where he'd finally taken the sly little raven down.
The blood and any indication of the scuffle long since washed away by the rain, all the people long gone either in fear of him or to flee the storm. Either way the streets were dead quite aside from the down fall of rain, no cops showed up, people probably too afraid to call or the police didn't want to get involved in the yakuza's informants death, not that there was a body or even any signs that a death had occurred only hours before.
Shizuo pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, placing it between his lips only then noticing the rain and that the stick along with himself were drenched. He let the soggy stick fall from him lips to the ground bellow and gave a long shaky sigh as he sank to the ground leaning his back against the side of a wet building. "Damn it…" he growled; now simply listening to the rain as it pelted the pavement around him.
Though as he sat there calming down one noise stood out, it didn't sound like something being produced by the rain, it's was almost like a scratching followed by a sloshing splashing sound.
'Well that's odd… anything's better than staying here any longer thinking about… that' the ex-bartender slowly got to his feet and started walking around trying to find the direction the odd noises were coming from.
After awhile Shizuo found himself wondering into a rather dreary back ally, he approached a large dark shape that seemed to be the source or the distressed scratching noise. 'its coming from a dumpster huh?' "Tch well ain't that just perfect…" The bodyguard proceeded to peer into the rancid space looking for what could be making such a sound from inside the dumpster.
As the moon light leaked in and lit up the dark contents, he spotted a small cardboard box, rain water sloshing out at the frantic movements from within. Pulling back the soggy cardboard flaps he saw what looked like a small paw breach the surface, the blond quickly reached into the filthy water and pulled the struggling creature free.
Holding the worn out little critter Shizuo reached for the box and carefully tipped it over, draining the water, inside lay the corpses of two other kittens.
'For fucks sake, what kind of bastard throws a box of small kittens in dumpster, in a storm no less.' "Damn it damn it damnitdamnitdamnit" the blonde started muttering under his breath like a mantra.
"Bastard should be drowned in a dumpster himself, see how he likes-" Shizuo paused 'Damn it is my every thought going to lead back to images of that flea's corpse.'
The blond bodyguard grids his teeth as he cradled the small black kitten close to his chest careful not to crush it's fragile little body as he attempts to provide the little fella with at least a little warmth as he quickly makes his way back to his apartment.
"Well at least I can do more than just hurt huh little kitty? …I hope you'll make it."
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Izaya was pulled free from the weight around him, his tired eyes focusing below him. 'Water huh' As his weak lithe body was lifted from the water he simple went limp in exhaustion making the small effort to tilt his head around the surroundings form where he was lifted by his savior or soon to be killer, he saw a soggy cardboard box positioned in… a dumpster.
'Seriously even if I don't believe in gods and such, it sure feels like I'm being messed with, mocked is more like it, I already died once under a dumpster and now I almost died again, in one… what a sick joke… This doesn't make any sense, but I'm too… tired.' His heavy eyes refused to open again to further evaluate his situation. 'Whatever, if I'm going to be ripped to pieces I'd rather not be conscious… for it anyway…' Curling his little drenched body into the warmth Izaya fell into a deep sleep.
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Shizuo looked down at the little black kitten on his lap, now that he got a better look at it in the light it was so small and skinny, it looked so fragile he felt apprehensive to even touch it again.
Well at least thing seem to be going a little less painful for little Iza-niya. I'm really writing out of order, not only did I write this chapter, end, start then middle but I mostly wrote some chapters that are way down the line closer to the end of this story, so even though I did lots of writing today its only one chapter update. XD
Review neh? They really do motivate me to update.
Kir~