Blinded

Chapter 1 : Darkness

"Doctor, his heart is failing!"

The rattle of metals reached his ears, but not loud enough to actually wake him up from his deep slumber.

"We're running out of time!"

'Clang-' another rattle of blade against the metal tray could be heard. His eyes were closed and his mind tired, but that didn't stop his senses from perking its way, guessing every sound around him even in an unconscious state.

Despite that, he felt calm and relaxed. The sounds were almost music to his ear, soothing him even with the worrying words that came out of the surgeons' mouth.

"Quick! Give him more oxygen,"

He could sense his beloved humans doing things to him but for some unknown reason he didn't mind. Let them do what they want, he said to himself. I'm their God after all, I could never die.

Slowly, he began to drift away into dreamland.

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His eyes shot open, wide as he stared into the endless darkness, surrounding him like a huge monster ready to eat him alive. His mouth hung agape, his breath ragged as he recalled the voices from his dream.

He knew; the dream wasn't really a dream, but the resurfacing of his own memories.

Slowly he pulled himself up, grunting ever so slightly as his body shook in tremor, making him feel weak since forever. He felt stiff and tired, pain started to register itself all over his lithe body, numbing him to the back of his skull.

His eyes shifted around, searching for any source of light that could possibly brighten up his day even for a second. But no matter how hard he looked, the only thing present to him was the darkness, engulfing him.

Once again he shivered. Not because of pain, but because of fear; yes, fear. The great Orihara Izaya was finally in fear of the possibilities that something had happened not only to his figure but also to his sinful eyes and vision.

He vaguely remembered the incidents that occured seconds before he passed out. The only thing pasted in his memory was the name of a certain blonde monster, and the voices of nurses and doctors echoeing as they tried their best to save him.

He couldn't even remember how the hell did he get here or what actually happened, but he was certain he needed help. And even if the great informant of Ikebukuro never seek help from other people, he needed it now as to solve the mysteries bugging his mind.

Slowly but none-too-gently, his fingers reached around for the red button, calling the nurse in charged. He didn't know how his current expression looked like, but he was sure he was nowhere near feeling good.

His heart thumped loudly as he tried hard to ignore the torturous feelings in his chest, waiting for the nurse and the doctor to come in and have a look on his condition.

Until then, he waited; sighing to himself in an attempt to soothe his own feelings as his mind reeled for an answer he knew he'll never get.