Unknown (Shizaya)

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It had started as another peaceful day in Ikebukuro. Or so Shizuo thought. In fact, he thought that it had been quite peaceful in Ikebukuro for quite some time now. The reason being? Izaya had yet to show his face. It's been a long time since he's pranced his way over to the city that had something strange lurking in every corner.

Shizuo just didn't give a fuck.

Celty seemed to be off lately too. She still delivers things here and there, but she seems different. Shizuo can tell. And Shinra, well Shinra was just like Izaya. He hasn't been out and about anymore, not that he ever really was, but still. Every time Shizuo would go visit, Celty would only tell him that he's out with another client. Guess he was just really busy.

Shizuo was too oblivious to notice anything too big or even care. He just kept on his merry way, going wherever he pleased.

"Heiwajima!"

He stopped in his tracks to see that he had followers. Men about his age, rowdy and not very friendly looking.

"Where's Orihara-san, huh? Did you finally kill him?"

Shizuo felt his blood boil at just the mention of the flea's name. He was in a sunny, chipper mood until these guys mentioned him. And not only that, but now they accused him of killing the bastard? Shizuo hated violence and as much of a violent person as he was, he would never kill someone, even that damn flea.

"If I were you guys, I would leave right now, before I kick all your asses into next week!"

"The Awakusa-Kai is not afraid of you!"

"Yeah, if you were really tough, you would have-"

That guy never got to finish his sentence, because Shizuo had picked him up and thrown him over the building right in front of them.

Everyone froze at that moment and then they all cried out charging at the blonde. He took them down one by one until a loud crack was heard resonating through the air.

Whoever hadn't left as this scuffle began, went running after they heard the gunshot.

Shizuo stopped and looked around to see that one of the gang member was holding a gun aimed right at him. He had a sadistic smile on his face, but that smile soon disappeared when Shizuo went stomping towards him. The guy panicked and started emptying out his pistol, until he shot the last bullet in haste.

Shizuo collapsed to the ground, his vision slowly fading to gray, then to a dark black...

Shizuo's eyes fluttered open, only to clamp shut again as the white light blinded him. He brought his hand up to rub his eyes and he finally opened them when he felt something strange on his thumb. He looked to see that there were IVs attached to his right arm. A slight pull and he felt a twinge of pain. He was staring up at the ceiling lying flat on his back. He tried to sit up but his left arm failed him and he didn't want to pull on his right. If the IVs came out and blood went squirting everywhere, he would probably get sick. The sight of blood didn't make him sick. He's been shot before and has seen his blood plenty of times, but he didn't want to see a tube fly out of his arm spraying blood everywhere.

Shizuo hated hospitals, they smelled weird and there was needles and a whole bunch of pointy things that made him think about all dissections Shinra had thought about doing on him.

He decided it would just be best to stay put and if a nurse came in later, he would ask to raise the bed.

He looked around and noticed that this wasn't a private room. There was another person in a bed next to him. The curtain was pulled to give them both some privacy but Shizuo could see their shadow through the curtain. They were lucky, they were sitting up.