Snake[Izaya X Reader]

Paralyzed

...все будет хорошо...

"Izaya" you mumble to yourself as the sound of your own voice wakes you up. Tired you open eyes then slowly look around, it's dark. For a moment you close eyes then rapidly open them and almost jump up. Tea bar! This is tea bar! You fell asleep? Here?! Slightly panicked you make a step with as little sound as possible and approach the door then open them carefully and peek into the main room.

With slight shaking move you grab the gun and support it with another hand, slowly walking out into the main room.

There's no one.

"Izaya?" you say quietly, there's no response.

"Izaya?" you say louder, there's no response.

"of course" disappointed you look around, no sign of Izaya; he left.

You hang the gun and sigh.

There's nothing more than you can expect from Izaya than mockery and betrayal. You look around, the place looks dull and lifeless. No hints, yet known shapes. First, you yawn then carefully rub eyes to get awake. Then, in hope to recall any memory you walk to a room, which was supposed to be your office. There is a wall made out of glass before it is a wide desk and a comfortable chair, file cabinet and two bigger cabinets and nothing else.

There used to be a computer on the right side of the desk. Usually some documents and files, which you would put into drawers in the desk. And a pencil here and there. Jean would often walk into the room and talk with you about- about something, dim memories of routine work and interactions; blue pill, blue pill. That's right. Blue pill. The drug went into commission before you got hurt and put in coma; coma. You still don't know all of the details about the accident; Shizuo.

The man always dressed in bartender outfit with superhuman power.

You look outside and think about random memories and associations. There's something about that new drug and the accident that put you in coma, only now you have an opportunity to explore and figure out what exactly happened.

Tired you walk out of the room then walk to the bar and lean arm against the bar counter, starting to think, trying to recall any memory. You take a deep breath and at once Neal's perfume distracts your thoughts.

"[f/n]" you look behind and point gun at the person standing next to the door; Nick.

"it's too risky" unknown grimness is upon his face, his dark eyes look in yours "you'll get yourself killed, I won't allow this" he starts to walk towards you.

"don't' move" you point gun at him but he doesn't stop "Nick stay back"

He walks to you and grabs sides of your face "[f/n] I can't let that happen, I won't let you sacrifice yourself again"

"you're saying nonsenses" in disbelief you stare at him, this can't be real.

"No, I won't allow this"

"Nick!-" he gazes in your eyes, he's so close.

"[f/n], I'll fix this" he murmurs gently.

"Nick- why?" confused you stare into his dark, vivid eyes full of burning desire and passion.

"I know I'm selfish, that's why" he leans closer and presses his lips on yours "I'll do this even if I know your heart belongs to someone else" he kisses you again, so much passion and emotion in his touch. Surprised you look in his eyes, searching for different signs, which might explain his intentions and real emotions. His dark eyes are burning with passion and desire, different emotions hidden in his expression and gaze.