Blinded

Chapter 9: Subconscious

Rattle.

Izaya spun around to where he heard the sound came from. He could see, he knew; he's currently in a parallel universe where he could see. Why?

Because he was no longer bounded by an endless field of darkness, but instead his crimson orbs were greeted by a clear image of himself, sprawled on the floor with various types of wounds and injuries on that lithe figure.

There was a grin plastered on his face, one that shows too much hurtful emotions it's now empty and incomprehensible.

A dark and low chuckle was heard in the background, but he couldn't make out whose voice it belonged to. The chuckle managed to change the image's face even for just a split second, masking it perfectly once again before he answered;

"I'll still keep my mouth shut no matter what,"

Thump.

A foot stepped onto his back, a cracking sound was also heard as his face contorted in pain but his mouth refused to give in to the pain and agony he's experiencing.

He coughed. Blood. Once, twice, thrice-

"You bastards aren't going to get anything from me, you know. His information was far too precious and even though I love humans, you people are the most pathetic ones-"

Was the only reply he managed to come out with before a punch landed on his beautiful but now distorted face, silencing him all at once as he passed out, again.

"You're so stubborn, Informant-san."

A gruff voice spoke, menacing yet calm.
Somehow Izaya couldn't see that particular figure standing in front of him, but he knew the person was somehow linked to his loss of memory.

For now, he could only watch that image being replayed again and again, seeing the image of his figure being tortured repeatedly as darkness slowly came seeping him once again, shutting the dream all at once.

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Izaya woke up from his slumber, feeling rather stiff and exhausted. Maybe from many hours of sleep; he didn't know.
Slowly he moved his hand to support his own weight, but instead it moved to brush a smooth texture beside him.

Another hand.

His head shifted slightly to the side, hand trailing to feel the soft hair of the other's. His breath calm and peaceful. Izaya recognized the soft texture of hair clutched in his hand, loving the way it soften under his touches and the way he breathed in his sleep calmly-

Shizu-chan.

Even his hair felt like the fur of a beast, of an animal; perhaps a persian cat to be sure. And with the blonde color he still remembered, the look made the monster looked cute, rather than terrifying.

He blushed, taking his hand away from the blonde. Suddenly he recalled the incident beforehand, before he had suddenly passed asleep.

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"What's wrong with you?" Shizuo asked him, contemplating between throwing a chair to the sick figure or to just grit his teeth and held his anger.

"I said go away." Izaya replied, his voice radiating off an angry vibe. "You're not helping even for a little. And have you forgotten what we are?"

"No, I haven't, but why won't you just accept my kindness?!" He started to yell in reply, trying to hold his growing anger from pouring out onto the raven.

Shizuo Heiwajima was never a patient man, and because of that too, Izaya Orihara decided to test his limits by pressing further questions to the blonde's throat.

"Because enemies aren't supposed to be kind with each other!"

"Then care to tell me what the note and you visiting my front door in pain about?!"

Silence greeted them as Izaya couldn't find the right words to reply. His head hurt badly right now so he decided to end the conversation there.

"My head hurts. Please just go away before I get the security-"

The only thing he heard was Shizuo's voice calling his name out before he was completely unconscious.