OP M.I.F.P (Sequel to I'm Not As Evil As You)

Who It Was

Shinra felt sick all over. "Sh...Shizuo... Did you...actually?" His stomach lurched forward as he fell on his weakened knees, allowing his glasses to fall right off his face. Trembling, he slowly crawled all the way over to the edge of the roof, where Shizuo had once been mere seconds ago.

I can't... believe it... Shinra thought with disbelief, clutching onto the corner of the roof with his fingers. He was there...and now he's not... And...I didn't even stop him... I just... Let him go...

After a few moments of thought and silence, Shinra braced himself, and peered over the edge, fully expecting to see a dead Shizuo Heiwajima lying there on the pavement.

Dead Shizuo Heiwajima.

Those words sounded so... So....wrong. So...weird! Well, whatever it was, it was something you definitely didn't hear on a daily basis.

But when Shinra took it in with his eyes, he thought he would've fallen off the building, too.

For Shizuo was alive. Yes, he was alive! He was walking away, and was in horrible shape. The side of his head was bleeding continuously, and his bartender get-up was shredded. His skin was covered in scratches and welts.

Shinra wasted no time. He speeded down the building in the blink of eye, and caught up with the surprisingly-alive beast, who wasn't too far away.

"...Shizuo?" Shinra said carefully as he approached him.

Shizuo turned around, revealing a cigarette in his mouth. "What?"

"Shizuo!" Shinra gave him a tight hug, then got off, his face tied in a bright beam. "Look at all those injuries! And h-how are you still alive?! That building is at least-"

Shizuo sighed. "I dunno." He gave Shinra a solemn look as he took out another cancer stick and lit it, then put it in between his lips, taking a big, long breath. "When I hit the ground head-first, I felt pain in my entire body, especially my head. I realized I was still alive when I could hear my loud heartbeat. So, I got up and...yeah."

Shinra was silent for a few seconds, then he furrowed his eyebrows in concern. "So... Uh... What about I-"

"Izaya, I know. But he says he doesn't love me anymore, so what can I do about it? I've already tried. I've tried a lot. But he didn't budge. So, I'm... Tired. Done. I'm finished with trying."

When registering Shinra's confused, blank stare, Shizuo sighed. "In other words, I don't love him anymore."

...

It felt like a huge wave had just washed over Shinra's chest. "R-really...?"

"Yup."

"...'Kay. Let's go to my house. I'll get'cha fixed up," Shinra said, trying to shift his glasses, and then realizing that they had fallen off. He hit his face, blushed, and then started to lead Shizuo to his place.

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When reaching Shinra's, Shinra quickly discovered Izaya had fallen asleep on his couch. Dried tear stains were marked on on the raven's cheeks. Before Shizuo could see, Shinra swiftly moved the snoozing raven into a bedroom. Then, he got started on Shizuo, which took a lot of work.

Shizuo thanked Shinra, then went off outside. He began to walk absent-mindedly and, somehow, mixed in his thoughts, Shizuo ended up in Shinjuku... Right in front if the building Izaya usually lived in, before the hospital had technically become his new home.

"Hmm?" Shizuo thought aloud. "How'd I wind up here? I was just going to my place." He was just about to turn away when he wondered what Izaya's apartment now looked like. Since Namie lived in it, had she made any changes to it? Was it in better shape now that the raven was gone?

Filled with curiosity, Shizuo strode in there and made his way to Izaya's door.

Standing in front of it, the blonde's heart ached with memory. He knew the way to Izaya's door by heart; he had made so many trips there.

Finally, he knocked.

As predicted, Namie answered. She had a purse slung over her shoulder. She raised an eyebrow at Shizuo as he stood there, scratching the back of his neck. "What?" She snapped suddenly, startling the blonde.

"Erm, can I just have a look around Izaya's apartment?" It felt like Shizuo was on a mission. A mission to venture through Izaya's things.

Namie rolled her eyes and Shizuo blushed. It did sound silly. "Whatever. I'm going to go meet my brother, so here," She tossed him the extra-apartment keys, and then she was off.

Shizuo clutched the keys and looked around. It seemed as though nothing had changed. Izaya's desk was the same, with a laptop placed on it, followed by some papers.

Izaya still had that weird Go! Game board on his coffee table.

His shelves were crammed with books.

Shizuo took his time looking through almost everything, smiling as he saw some switchblades randomly placed everywhere.

That was when he remembered.

A closet full of bodies, Shinra had said.

Even more curiosity grew in Shizuo as he turned away from a book on the shelf and headed toward the closets when-

He tripped and slammed to the ground. "What the hell?!" He struggled back on his feet and glared at the coffee table, which had caused Shizuo his fall.

But something on the table caught Shizuo's eye.

He slowly got down to kneel, sitting on his heels, and tucked them under the table.

It was a yellowish/baige-ish file that drew Shizuo's attention. "What's this?" He murmured, picking it up and then emptying it.

His eyes widened as he dropped the file and dug his nails into the midnight black couch behind him. Shizuo, once again trembling, managed to pull himself on the couch. He clapped his hand over his mouth to avoid letting out a yell of any sort.

He now knew who had run over Izaya. And on purpose.