Blinded

Blinded 25: Iris

A loud bang was heard when suddenly the door burst open.

Shizuo's head snapped up immediately before dodging a bullet that almost went through his head. His eyes narrowed at the sudden intrusion as his teeth clenched in anger, hands itching to hurl something; anything in the room towards that man—

"You—"

"Ah, I missed," Said man pointed the gun at the blond again, his face wore a tired and bored look. Shizuo remembered that face with bangs that covered his eyes; his anger quickly bubbling up within him.

"Who the hell are you?!" He growled, walking over to protect the unconscious raven while the gun was still pointed sharply towards his moving figure.

"No one for you to know," The man replied in his ever so mysterious voice but Shizuo ignored it—

He ran towards him in an attempt to knock the man down when suddenly—

Red filled his visions.

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"Shizu-chan"

"Shizu-ch—

"Shiz—"

"SHIZUO!"

Izaya's eyes flipped open.

The setting was dark and cold. He couldn't recall where nor what the time it was but his crimson orbs scanned the place thoroughly yet desperately.

His head turning from side to side in search of the blond he had claimed to know for years of undying hatred. His movements were frantic as he ran around to look for him in fright of danger.

He could see, so he knew this was a dream; but—

But—

Where the hell—

"Knock knock, Shizu-chan~"

He heard his own voice chirped in the air when he stopped all of a sudden. The voice was slightly cracked though still composed yet he couldn't throw away the remorseful feelings tugging at his chest.

He silently watched the scene where his bloody figure fell into Shizuo's arms when the brute finally opened the door, murmuring a soft apology underneath his trembling lips before slipping out of consciousness.

He knew this scene! Shizuo had—

Shizuo had told him—

"Not so cocky now are ya, Informant-san?"

Izaya saw his visions flickered before it changed into another scene he had been seeing a few times already.

There he was; the crumpled figure of his own being on the floor. Red streaks forming all around him as he coughed some more, mumbling a little speech when a kick on his stomach knocked the air in his lungs and the blood in his throat.

It was horrifying, but strangely Izaya could feel the pain right now.

It was as if he had just experienced them all right at this moment.

He moaned.

Laughters filled the air before hearing his own voice spoke,

"Heh, let me just die already.

"Nakura."

There's the revealing~~~
Ahaha I really can't think of anyone except him though xD

And no, it won't end in several more chapters (I think) since there's still conflicts about how Nakura is connected to Izaya's suicide attempts—
I'll lay it all out soon in the next chapter if it's possible so I'm sorry that this chapter is really short ;w;

Thank you for tuning in!