What is Stronger Than Love? (Shizuo Heiwajima X reader)

(Chapter 21) Lead Showers and Red Rain

NOTE: (y/ln)=your last name
            (y/fn)=your first name
            (y/ec)=your eye color
            (y/hc)=your hair color
            (y/hl)=your hair length
            (y/w)=your weight
            (y/fc)=your favorite color
(y/sc)= your skin color
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"I want Shizuo Heiwajima dead."

The little bit of sanity left in your clouded mind began to rebel against your impaired judgement.

Izaya couldn't actually have Shizuo killed could he? Shizuo was too strong, he could never die because a couple of hitmen right?

But what if Izaya succeeded...

--- Izaya's point of view ---

She was blinded by her thoughts...

For some reason (y/fn) didn't even notice the closing of the deal as the Yakuza left.

She was involuntary shaking. Her lip trembling. Her eyes widened in fear. The (y/ec) orbs that were so glazed over and clouded with drugs were suddenly clearing. In that split second her (y/ec) hues shimmered with tears for fears of Shizuo's life.

Izaya seemed to notice the sudden change in his toy.

He glanced over at her. "How interesting, she was still consciously affected by things she holds dearly," Izaya thought.

He only continued to smirk and decided to entrance her with himself once again.

He spoke to her, hypnotizing her once more. She lacked the ability to grasp the meaning behind his words. Maybe injecting her entirely was not the smartest idea, yet he was so eager, so determined to get her to submit to his will.

No human defied him, but a goddess... A goddess needed to be tamed, much like that of a beast.

The allure of his now appealing voice called to her,

He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in tight.

He heard her small gasp as he laced his cool fingers around her gentle curves.

He had been wanting this. Wanting this for so long. Almost so much that he couldn't contain his need to take her right on his desk and make her his. He's been wanting. Wanting her to want him... Not that damn monster. Now here she was. While Shizuo was left alone and probably suffering from the inability to find her. Izaya was happily with (y/fn), and although she wasn't happy to be with him he had convinced himself that in time she would be. At the same time Izaya enjoyed a good fight his sadistic needs were met by her retaliation.

As long as she was his it didn't matter.

"Don't make me make you fall in love," he warned her as he trailed kisses down her jaw line to her neck. Getting her to squirm to the point that he couldn't tell if she was resisting him or enjoying the pleasure.

"Don't make me make you fall in love with a man like me (y/fn)-chan."

--- Shizuo's point of view ---

---time skip: THREE DAYS LATER---

Shizuo had finished a job with Tom.

He was just beginning to give up on finding (y/fn). However giving up on her meant giving up on everything.

Shizuo found getting out of bed and continuing with his daily life even harder than it was the day he broke her heart.

Now he barely ate. He barely smoked. He found no energy to re-dye his hair. He was prepared to let his roots show and maybe never be blonde again. His skin had gone fairer. His eyes had sunken in and gone a no longer stunning honey. Now his eyes were filled with the true and official loss of the woman he loved.