Guilt (Shizuo X Izaya)

Chapter 10: Reunition

Shizuo POV

Vorona's gun is still as she aims it straight at me. Her expression stays steady but the pain she showed just seconds earlier was no illusion. The guards around us don't move an inch and I can't blame them. Vorona's aura was exceedingly intimidating, enough to make even me shiver.

"Don't do this," I say.

Without warning, the girl shoots at me. If this was any other person I would've taken it; but I know Vorona. She uses tainted ammo. Immediately, I dodge it, Vorona not hesitating to shoot again. The guards run in a panic, doing all possible to avoid the assassin's circle of fire. Once again I relate; the Vorona right now is not the Vorona I know.

"Quit it!" I say, pissed.

"I can't!" Vorona yells, her expression stone stiff. "I can't see you in such pain, he's going to be nothing but danger. I'm doing this for you!"

I feel something in my head snap; possibly a popping vein. There's nothing that irritates me more than someone giving me orders. Izaya can confirm that better than anyone else in the world.

But something else catches my eye, interrupting my thoughts of slight fury.

Vorona is wavering. I may not be in love with her but that doesn't mean I can't tell when she's close to her breaking point. It doesn't mean that I don't care.

Slowly, I stand.

"So what you're sayin' is you don't care about me. You just want to keep me from people that I care about."

Vorona says nothing.

"That's doesn't make me happy. You don't know me. Please stop."

I watch my friend break. Her expression contorts into disbelief and shock and slowly shifts to an emotion none other than rage.

"I've been doing all I can, using up all my time to protect you from that beast," she says, shuddering. I shudder too. Vorona with no dignified disposition is nothing to sneeze at.

"It isn't that I'm not grateful," I say, gentle but firm. "I'm being nothing but honest with you. Keeping me from Izaya doesn't make me happy."

I feel a sharp pain in my shoulder- Vorona's tainted ammo. She got me while I was distracted. My entire head drops like a boulder in water, sinking further and spreading sharp tingles of pain down my fingertips and into my knees. They buckle and I sink to the floor, wincing. The noise around me is muddled and I hear Vorona making orders to carry me out of the building or something, but I can't concentrate. Hands of the guards wrap around my arms, lifting me halfway off the ground so my knees touch the floor. They drag me, not caring for any delicacy at all.

Then, with a sudden pause, I drop, face planting into the ground. The dull noises surrounding me turn quickly to a high pitched ringing, as if I were underwater during a crowd's applause.

I soon pinpoint the shrill noise around me as screaming.

My fingers grow cold and I can tell Vorona's tranquilizer is wearing off. My vision fixed itself- only to find a splatter of a warm, dark liquid spill next to my face and pool around my cheek. I will myself to stay calm but I grow impatient with the tranquilizer; if I don't move now I could get caught in what seems to be a mass murder.

As if God Himself was watching me, I find within seconds that I can move my arms, and then my legs, and soon I can bring myself to sit up. Around me, the mangled bodies of the guards are piled like wood preparing for a fire. Blood has decorated the once grand lobby and Vorona is nowhere to be found. Despite our differences, I still worry for her. But my only problem right now is the tall figure standing in the midst of the bodies. Adorned in a deep red lab coat and long black hair, a woman looms over the chaos. She wears an expression of subtle pride and pleasure as she holds a simple metal scalpel, gleaming and dripping with blood.

I stand and she notices me. Turning my direction, I see that there is someone unconscious by her side. A smaller figure, wrists tied together. I recognize this body- dressed completely in black, he's missing his signature fur coat, but I know it even from a distance.

"Izaya!" I shout.

Izaya doesn't move, but the woman snickers.

"Shizuo Heiwajima, yes?"

Her voice is raspy but at the same time...pleasant. Wiping away that private thought, the familiar wave of fury rushes over me, and I start towards the red coated woman, but I don't get far. She crouches down to Izaya and waves the scalpel in his face, teasingly but simultaneously threatening.

"Stop," she coos. "You haven't even let me explain myself."

"Explain yourself?! Look around! There's no excuse for a mass murder like this towards innocent people!" I say, baffled that she'd even try to defend herself.

The woman twitches, then stands, her back now facing me.

"What is innocent?" She asks. "You know perfectly well that no one is completely innocent. Everyone has been tainted by the challenges that this society has created. These guards deserved to die, each and every one of them. They just didn't understand yet, and I see you don't either."

"What the fuck are you talking about," I say. "I don't care about whatever philosophy you believe in. But killing all those people, you aren't much of a saint yourself."

"Of course, I plan to die rather soon. But it's my job to carry out the mission to terminate others who refuse to see the darkness in their hearts. This one especially," she sneers, pulling Izaya up by his hair. He grimaces, still unconscious, but his pained expression makes me angry. Who at, I can't decide.

"It's my job to give this one sheer pain for what he did to my niece and every other girl he decides to play around with for his own damn entertainment."

I watch the blood drip from Izaya's face as it come into contact with the scalpel, leaving a long red cut from his cheekbone to the edge of his jawline.

"Leave him alone," I growl. "Sure he's done some messed up things but punishing him isn't your job, his pain isn't for you to decide."

"Then you do it," she says matter-of-factly. She picks up the small Izaya Orihara and with a chuck, throws him in my direction. I'm still dazed by Vorona's friendly tranquilizer gun, so it takes all my power to even stand. But even so, I throw myself forward, sliding on the side of my body so that Izaya fell straight into the space between the floor and my chest. The impact hurt, but breaking all the bones in my body like I did as a child hurt more.

"You're crazy," I say.

"Maybe I am," she replies. "But you are far crazier. I'll leave him to you- I have more business to take care of. See you soon."

I hear the slaps of her shoes against floor, the blood splashing as if they were simple puddles of rainwater. She disappears in the stairwell and then, silence, leaving me alone and holding my unconscious enemy in my arms.

A/N: I'm so sorry for all the late updates! I'll definitely try to update within a smaller time but range, it's easier to keep up with that way. But my grades are dropping and I'm desperately trying to keep them up 😭 I also got accepted into an exchange program in my school so I'm going abroad overseas for an entire year!! Probably means I'll have a lot of time to write (haha). Anyway, thanks for reading and I'll be back soon with more Shizaya 😊😉