“Idiot, don’t move, you’re bleeding.”
“*gasp* Mika-chan? *gasp*
“… Is that you?”
“…..Idiot….What that heck are you doing?”
His consciousness finally slipped away, and man, that felt like an eon. His cold fingers ran raggedly down his sides and landed with a tiny splash of his own blood on the cardboard bed. His face looked…peaceful.
I made another sigh as I pressed my hand tight round his bleeding wound. Then, I took a long, deep breath. My grip loosened. And I slowly rested the black-haired boy’s body against the make-shift bed.
Then, watching his sleeping face, I heard myself make the lowest chuckle.
An idiot, he still is.
“Well well, isn’t this quite a sight?”
I caught my tongue just before I was able to rant out a curse. That mocking tone never ceases to unnerve me, it always gives the hair-on-end feeling every time, as if he was implying something entirely irrelevant.
“Can’t you just shut your mouth?” I snarled, snapping my glare to a smug-faced brat.
“Oh, my most sincere apologies,” he was still staring at me with those playful eyes. AND THE VOICE…
I glared harder. He flinched, eyes wide. And to my relief, he was now stammering, “Hey, it was only a joke. Don’t get mad at me. I swear it was only a joke. Your poker face is killing me!”
I sighed, “Do you have something ELSE to say?”
“Well, I was going to ask about whatever plans you have for him.”
He was pointing a slim finger to Izaya. I pursed my lip, knowing that ‘protocol’ doesn’t seem to affect him in any way. “My plans-” I replied, “-is leaving him alone, and that means, NO ONE bothers him.”
He raised a dubious brow at me, “Skipping ‘protocol’?”
Reading my indignant pause, he clapped his hands together. “Ahh!” he squealed in delight, though the malice was still evident, ”So is this who Masataka was talking about? Oh my, if that’s the case then-”
“-leaving him alone will be impossible.”
AUTHOR’S POINT OF VIEW
Izaya woke up feeling woozy, and a sharp pang on his forehead made him scrunch the thin sheets of his bed. Another jab of pain jolted him upright. Shaking his head, he glanced around quietly, noting that he was in his room and not on some make-shift cardboard bed in the middle of nowhere.
….The cardboard…he thought, snapping his fingers to refresh memory. Deeply suspicious that something important has slipped through his mind, Izaya made a grin. He definitely forgot something – something very important.
*FLASH*
Then, a flash blasted in his mind, sending waves of memories swirling in his brain like a vortex. The humans attacking him, almost getting killed, and being saved….
He felt himself jump.
“Mika-chan,” he almost gasped, forming a pleased grin on his face. He remembered everything, even if it was all a blur, he knew that it was her. Mikazuki was there, and she was the one who saved him from his untimely death.
She was there. She came back.
The question now was…’where is she?’
What did she do to the other humans?
YOU ARE READING
Gentlemanly Psycho (Izaya Orihara x OC)
Fanfiction(An acquaintance of the original author has taken over this account in order to complete the fanfic purely out of love lol.) Story Synopsis: The fragility of the human mind. What could be true now? Another urban legend awaits to be unearth...
