Blinded

Chapter 8: Feelings

"Did you hv any dream last night, Orihara-san?"

His head turned slightly to where his senses detected the doctor's voice then back to his original state, mumbling a small "No" in reply.

"Are you sure?"

Izaya stayed silent. The doctor was honestly a lot more annoying than his friend, Shinra; why do doctors kept disturbing others' life annoyingly?

He had been asking him the same question for like, what; 2 hours? The raven knew he was an informant, profesionally but never had he pestered others' life the way doctors did; neither did he used to ask the almost same question since the last 120 minutes.

"Orihara-san, I'm asking you—"

"I'm tired," Sighing he turned his head away, laying back down on the bed, ignoring and cutting the doctor's words all at once. "You can stay there and ask me unimportant questions while humans all around the world are dying without your duty and profesion for all I care,"

There was few moments of silence before shuffling sounds of papers were heard, which Izaya deducted was the doctor gathering his papers before another kind of shuffling sound was heard throughout the room, the door being opened before being shut again—

Finally, a chance to a peaceful mind.

He let out a sigh when he knew he was finally alone in the room. Being in a total darkness really limited his actions and hobbies since Izaya is a very socializing person. He didn't know what to do except for staring into the darkness, thinking of a way to recall his memories so he could actually get out of this hell hole faster.

The nightmare last night was now so vivid he hardly remembered the images he saw. All he remembered were his own words repeating in his head endlessly; "I'll see you soon, Shizu-chan,"—

What does that moron needs to do with me anyway?

Speaking about the devil, Shizuo looked a lot calmer around him after the whole incident happened. He no longer labelled Izaya with the flea nickname, which was refreshing for the blindness he's experiencing.

Though also, it bothered him that they're no longer acting as enemies; they acted a lot more like friends—

Long lost friends.

And it was disgusting.

Very disgusting it makes him mentally vomited every time the incident was mentioned by his memories.

"Click—"

The door was opened once again and he turned to the sound.

"Yo,"

The devil is here—

"I figured you'd be needing my help and since I finished work earlier, I managed to meet you,"

Why was his voice sounded so calm and sincere? Izaya hated this, and Shizuo should be more than disgusted to be saying something to him in that voice.
In that sweet and caring voice.

The monster was never sweet nor caring, neither was he ever calm and sincere in front of him.

So why was he doing this?

"Izaya?"

"Go away,"

The raven mumbled incoherently, looking away from the blonde monster whom he despised with so much passion—

But the feeling had slowly turning into something else.

Something that spread warmth to his chest every time the sweet voice spoke—

Something that made him wonder about his hatred towards the man—

Something that's—

Disgusting.

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