Blinded

Chapter 15: Relations meant Complexity

So sorry for not updating much lately!! Things came up and I am having an unstable emotional state ;;;;;; I'm not dead yet guys!! Please do enjoy this chapter and I will love you moar and more okayyy♡♡♡♡♡☆

The beautiful vision was replaced with something else entirely as his feet crumbled to the floor, trembling in mere shock and fright.

Dark, hollow and horrific images followed soon after; filling the space of his magnificent dream thus turning it into a space of nightmaric visions.

"No..." He breathed; come back.

His lips quivered, eyes bulging in fear as shadows started to take form in front of him, fueling his irises with images he so wanted to forget and stayed away with; perspiration trickled down his forehead; cold, just like the darkness consuming him at the moment.

"How have you been, Orihara-san?"

The dark and menacing voice pierced his eardrums, belittling him as he covered his own ears, shivering in sheer fright.

"What's wrong? Not so smart-mouthed now, is it?"

Footsteps were heard approaching him, shaking him in tremors as they grew nearer towards his direction.

Stay away, whoever you are!

Izaya screamed loudly in his head, body crouching as he held into his previous position, unmoved and still trembling in fear.

As much as he hated being frightened by such a voice, he couldn't help but to be afraid of that particular voice. It sounded all too familiar to him, yet he couldn't make out whose voice did it belong to.

All he knew was that the person actually knew about him or perhaps even his infamous profession.

A bang was heard as he stayed silent, curled up on the floor. The person was angry, he knew. But there was nothing he could do except this.

"How does it feels to become a victim? Huh, Orihara-san? You were always torturing other people as your personal pleasure, claiming you loved every human with full passionate yet you toyed them as if they're mere puppets-" Another bang- "Did you think I would just let you keep committing your crime?!"

A chuckle was then heard, startling the frightened raven as he looked around and recognized that familiar voice. It sounded too similar to his own voice that he started to worry if he was losing his mind; that's when he realized what he saw.

A crumpled up figure laid on the ground. His lithe body moving slightly as he continued to chuckle in pure disdain and cockiness he always had towards his beloved humans.

Orihara Izaya was a man who claimed himself as the Almighty God and was always high above this worthless humans he so loved; such disdain manners was what made him infamous in his field of work.

"I have never committed any murder before. What proof do you have that could force me into such accusations?"

He questioned rather boldly, before resigning into a coughing fit, followed by a kick landed harshly on his stomach.

"You filthy louse! I curse you to hell!"

A smirk formed on his lips as a sign of provocation, wanting to press the button of the man in front of him further even with his current state.

" 'As long as I exist, I don't care if I go to hell, or if there's only suffering there',"

With that the visions stopped, forcing the previous Izaya to wake up from his deep slumber.

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After several minutes of calming the raven down, Shizuo managed to put him back to rest. Though, Izaya didn't sleep as he was afraid that the dream would come back, haunting him again towards a restless sleep.

He never let go of his nemesis' hand, and the blond didn't complain that much either as he understood the raven's current state.

To be frank, Shizuo was rather shocked and surprised when Izaya showed such human emotions towards him as the raven was always masking it by showing the blond his asshole and that rather annoying side of his. He must admit that he felt bad for beating the man before without even learning how he actually felt.

Karma hit him like the hurtful truth it was, slapping his face in the served your right manner it often used.

He sighed. He wanted to make things right again for the raven, if possible. But he didn't know where or even how to start with Izaya being unable to see anything before his eyes.

A pang of guilt and pain tugged in his chest as he stared at the thin figure in front of him. The man was laying slightly on his pillow as he stared emptily into thin air, perhaps thinking of something Shizuo would never understand. His thumb rubbing small circles on the raven's delicate hand in order to further soothe him down as his mind reeled to find a solution towards his current state.

Their current relationship was already a problem, but that wasn't the most important thing to be bothered now.

Therefore, he tried to engage his partner into a conversation as a distraction for Izaya-

"As long as I exist, I don't care if I go to hell or if there's only suffering there" -Izaya
I love this quote very much as it showed how sadistic and how much of an atheist Izaya is *-* //though I must say that this quote is rather against my religion-
But well, they're just my opinions on Izaya's attitude so no harsh feelings kay!☆

Thank you for reading and supporting me! *sprinkles love everywhere*☆☆╰（￣▽￣）╭✨☆