Snake[Izaya X Reader]

Lost

"[f/n]?" walking down the stairways. Pumped by adrenalin, angry anxious feeling as you're in a stew trying to gather thoughts together. How can you simply accept Luke's offer when he has done so much harm to you? But do you actually have any real choice? Your people betrayed you! At least you'll get a chance to return tit for tat; if you go down, they'll go down with you.

Well...There is still so much questions that you want to get an answer for; like perhaps why Luke wants you? Why was Orihara there? Why do..?

"Hey [f/n]!" it feels like familiar voice called for unfamiliar name, he's unworthy of your consideration nor respect.

"It's all your fault!!" At the same time Shizuo's screams echo and soon bashing follows. So bothersome.

"[F/n]! Wait!" someone runs outside; Nick. Just before as you take a seat in the car in which is Luke waiting, only just slightly glancing at Nick. How easly people neglect others.

"Izaaaya!" something smashes. At next moment Orihara jumps outside from the bottom of the building, exhausted making his way out. Strange. The car takes off and you're on your way. In silence you're seating next to Luke, finally having a chance to think.

The headless rider and Shizuo, right? They came along with Nick and Jean, and their people. They work with them? It appears they do. Luke was supposed to be their partner, but he captured Ivan and offered Troys, Nicks and Troys head; it appears that they recognised Luke's scam and came to save Ivan and kill the enemies. It looks like Shizuo isn't your friend after all...Maybe an accident which put you in coma wasn't an accident after all?

Bastards!...it makes sense...that means Orihara is involved too? Hmmm... He sold data, that's it... Still there is no particular reason he was captured, people like him get killed on street like dogs. What about Kida Masaomi? Yellow scarves don't seem to be involved. And even so...you can't trust anybody, anybody.

Lil fucks.

"Azza" slightly you tilt head. The adrenalin begins to drift away and a harsh pain chains you to the seat. Lightly touching thigh; it feels like a fruit which fell on the ground, beaten. The back, in front, arms, legs; your whole body is in pain.

"at evening we'll meet. By that time make yourself comfortable and take a rest" the car stops and someone opens the door. There is someone waiting for you, in front of nice apartment. Respectfully he nods.

"this way" keeping it short following him jaded; like your about to die any moment. Up to the fifth floor. He stops on the end of the hall, unlocking the door. The flat feels spacious.

"there's everything that you need. The car will pick you at 6 pm. If you need anything I'm in room R32" again he bows leaving the place. Well...it appears like everything had been planned; that you'll end up in this kind of position. A big place, with basic furniture? A huge window down on the town. Beautiful. But everything happened so quickly. It's kind of weird...

Tired you find a bedroom smashing on the bed. Since you haven't sleep last night and again it hurts...bruises are all over your body. Only now you notice them. B-But how? Last night?....eergh last night? Groggy, scattered...worn out...last night...Ivan...Luke...Izaya...pain...small pieces of pictures. And somehow confusion over grows into quiet panic. Why can't you clearly remember? Damaged brain? And quick development of events mixed with terrible pain which seems to come back to you, up to the strong emotions which seem to be the only real thing that remains at the current moment. Everything happened only a few hours ago before you fell a sleep. What exactly happened? Suffocation! Burning pain. Just like burning emotions. Emotions...connected to...the past, present, future. It's all a big circle, it's all connected to your childhood and your brother. Up to the very moment that is going on right now....You can clearly remember what happened after you woke up, lying on mattress; there were Izaya and Ivan. Then...glade? Flowers? For fucking sake are you completly lost, not able to separate your imagination from reality? A glade; you gotta be kidding, there was no such a thing. And yet what happened before...before you woke up? Your burning home! A child...it makes no sense? Then terror, pain, suffocation,...,..you weren't totally sane,...water? Pain...somehow you just can't recall the memory...only feelings...It doesn't go for nothing that people remember the way you made them feel, more than what you said, what you have done.