liar (shizaya)

Chapter 8: Mistake

(A/N: Rewrites are done! Feel free to check them out. This chapter is a flashback about what happened before Celty checked on Izaya by the way.)

(!)Warning:Drugs(!)

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"You seem stressed, Orihara."

Izaya sighed, "Cant hide it, huh?"

Now, Izaya wasnt necessarily stressed. He was stressed, yes, but he was mostly tired. Tired of all the shit that has been happening. Tired of the shit he has been feeling.

Different emotions hit him like a wave and he just let himself drown in them.

"Y'know, I know something that can help you with that." He said as if he read Izayas mind.

"Ah, what might that be?"

Shiki got up and headed to a room, coming back with a box.

"Here."

Izaya recieved the box, not knowing what was inside.

"Thank you for the gift, Shiki! Well, gotta get going. I sure am a busy man."

Shiki nodded, "Im sure youll come back for more 'gifts', right Orihara?"

Izaya shrugged, "If I like it."
....

As Izaya got home, he decided to open his little gift from Shiki.

His eyes widened as he opened it.

It was filled with needles, spoons, and a white powder.

Heroin.

He knew the drug very well.

He has seen it being sold, used, and made. He was an info broker after all.

But it just wasnt his thing.

He was a healthy man. And he didnt want to ruin that.

Though how tempting it was.

"Do it." It told him.

He shook his head, almost like if it would shake off all those thoughts. He covered up the box again and hid it in his desk.

Maybe a nice walk will refresh his mind, he thought.

....

As he walked, he didnt even notice he was in Ikebukuro until he saw Simon.

"Whats with down face, Izaya?"

He shrugged, "I just have a lot in mind, thats it."

"How about otoro?"

"Sure."

He walked inside and ordered some otoro.

Few minutes later, he was given his otoro.

"Here is your otoro. Enjoy."

Izaya nodded then left. As he walked out, something caught his attention.

There was the man with the bartender suit, but he was walking with someone. A blonde woman to be exact.

It looked like as if they were a couple.

His frown deepend, if that was even possible.

For some reason, he felt betrayed? Hurt? Pain?

For what?

He didnt know.

His eyes began to sting. He just couldnt look away from the two like-couple.

It hurt. It hurt pretty bad.

He wished he just stayed home.

..(!)..

He threw his otoro on the kitchen counter, forgetting about how hungry he was.

"What the hell!" He yelled.

His tears began to stream down his face as he sat down on his desk chair.

He felt a burning pain as he cried. He wanted it to stop.

Anything. Anything that was able to stop his pain.

Then suddenly, he remembered about the box.

The box filled with needles and spoons.

He once heard heroin gave euphoric effects.

Could it be true?

"One won't hurt." It told him.

There was only one way to know.

He pulled out the needles, spoons, and the white powder. He got up to find a lighter, which was in his bedroom, to complete the set.

When he finished preparing the drug, he held the needle over his vein, unsure of the situation.

Fuck it, he thought as he injected it in his veins.

The drug quickly reached his brain causing him to feel high in a matter of seconds.

The room grew incredibely hot as his skin began to itch.

But that didnt matter. Nothing mattered at the moment.

Suddenly he had the urge to laugh.

He laughed happily, loudly, crazily, as if he laughed all his worries, all his pain, away.

He felt so relaxed.

Too relaxed.

....

It has been hours and the drug began to ware off.

His brain began to slow down as he began feel his normal self again.

But more depressing.

Knock.

Knock.

He groaned, 'Who the hell is knocking at this time!?'

He tried to stand up, but was brought down by a wave of nauseousness. (is that a real word?)

They knocked a couple more times, this time he was able to get up.

He opened the door and was met with a familiar face.

Well if she had a face.

"What do you want?"

She typed on her PDA, [Are you feeling okay? You look horrible.]

He ignored her question, "I do?"

Celty nodded, [Again, Are you feeling okay?]

Izaya blinked, "Why does it matter?"

[Just answer the question.]

"Question? Oh, thats right, Im feeling better then ever, Celty. You can leave now." He said. He didnt want her here anymore. He just wanted to rest peacefully, but he couldnt.

He began to close the door, but black shadows covered the door, not allowing it to close.

His stomach began to churn.

[Tell me the truth, Izaya.]

"Huh-"

He ran inside straight to the bathroom, where he threw up.

As he finished vomiting, he felt light-headed. His eyes began to slowly close as his body began to shut down.

And there he fell.

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(A/N: Sorry, I had to do it. Just to spice things up a bit. And also so the story can keep on moving more. Dont worry, everythings going to be good. At least I hope.)