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Izaya's pov:
"Say aaa izaya." The bartender spoke while lifting the spoonful of food up to my mouth. I weakly smiled and opened my mouth, quickly chewing it down. He gently placed a hand on my cheek " why so sad?" He asked with a frown. I sighed and looked away. "I'm just... tired." I lied. I was actually in shock after last nights events. Shizu-chan's bloody image won't get out of my head. It was dreadful.
"Im a bit worried." The bartender suddenly spoke. I looked up at him with a confused expression. "About what?" I asked. He looked towards me with a somewhat sad expression and sighed. "That underground doctor got away. What if he comes after you again?" He sighed. He was extremely worried. But I was more worried about him. "I'm sure he's had enough. He won't come back." I assured him. He smiled and pulled me close, softly kissing my forehead.
"I'm gonna go outside for a smoke alright?" He got up pulling out a pack of cigarettes. I sighed but nodded. I hate this habit. It's so bad for ones health. But I know he just does it to ease his mind. Five minutes after shizu-chan left for the balcony, I got up and headed towards the kitchen. I need to do it. I can't avoid it anymore. I want to do it. I need to do it. Opening the first kitchen drawer, I pulled out a medium sized kitchen knife and headed towards the bathroom. I sat down in a corner and rolled up my sleeves. Taking a deep breath I slowly slid the knife across my arm. A small yelp escaped my mouth.
Ah~ it's been a while. Such an oddly satisfying feeling. I continued to make more and more slits and cuts on my arm. It felt so...good. I knew I'd end up doing it again, even if it were to break my beloved monsters heart. I couldn't stop. Tears steamed down my face and dripped onto the cuts. It stung. But I liked it. I liked the burning sensation. The door suddenly swung open making my heart stop. There stood a paralyzed blond with a shocked look on his face. I...I hate my life...!
He slowly walked towards me and kneeled down in front of me. He snatched the knife out of my hands and rolled up his own sleeves. By now I was at the peek of confusion. The protozoan looked down at my bloody arm and slowly slid the knife across his own. "What are you doing!?" I panicked as blood started to trickle down his sleeve. He then made another cut identical to mine. I tried my best to snatch the knife away from his grip but he was just too strong. "Shizu-chan! Stop it!!" I yelled. When he made one last cut which went the deepest. I snapped. I unconsciously raised my hand slapped him across the face. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!??" I literally screamed at him.
He dropped the knife and stared at me with a pained expression. "From now on, whatever happens to your body happens to my body." He spoke with hurt in his voice. The whole bathroom floor was painted crimson red. The bartender opened up his arms and I immediately fell into his embrace. He hugged me tightly while gently stroking my back to calm me down. "Never do this again. Please izaya." He begged while tightening his grip. I was at a loss of words. "Sh-Shizuo! You idiot!" Was all I could manage to choke out before everything went black.
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Depression (shizuo x izaya)
FanfictionWhen izaya came to realize that he had somehow developed feelings for the monster of ikebokuro, he tried to hide them. But everytime he would face the protozoan, it would become harder and harder for him to control himself. What will happen when he...
