liar (shizaya)

Chapter 17: Dreaming

Riiiiiing. Riiiiiing.

Izaya groaned as he woke up from the ringing from his phone. He held his head in pain.

He ignored the call, not even caring if it was someone important.

The phone stopped ringing and the room was silent again. Izaya sat there in the silence, confused.

Was last night all a dream?

Because here he was, sitting on his desk chair as if nothing happened.

Just what happened last night?

Riiiiiing. Riiiiiing. Riiiing.

Izaya groaned again as he finally picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Izaya! Um I'm just calling to make sure you're feeling alright."

"Hey Shinra, I'm fine, but I'm in so much pain...Do you know what happened to me last night?"

"You don't..remember?"

"I mean I remember working last night, but I don't remember what happened next.."

"It's best if you forget anyway..I'll come over to give you some pain relievers."

"Hm Okay...Was it something to do with Shizuo?"

"No. Shizuo has nothing to do with it."

"Then..."

"Don't think too much of it, Izaya"

"Alright, Shinra."

"Well gotta go! See ya!"

"O-"

Beep.

Izaya sighed. He was now curious about last night. What was worth forgetting? And why did he forget?

Maybe he-

He shook his head.

No, that probably never happened. Like Shinra said, he needs to stop thinking much of it.

It's better to forget it anyway, like he said.

Izaya got up and stretched. He winced as a sharp pain came through his body.

It hurt to walk, but he forced himself to ignore the pain.

God, he needed the pain relievers now.

He decided to get them himself. Shinra wouldn't mind, right?

So he made his way to Ikebukuro.

He headed to Shinras place but came to a stop when he spotted a something shiny in the corner of his eye.

He walked over to item, which was in an alleyway.

And there he found a pocket knife.

His pocket knife.

What is my pocket knife doing here?

He reached out for it, his heart racing for some reason.

Then a trash can fell, making Izaya jump and almost fall over.

He sighed in relief.

It's nothing. It was just the trash can. Nothing to worry about.

He hoped no one saw that.

He quickly shoved the knife in his pocket and continued to make his way to Shinras.

Why am I so paranoid?

...

"Ah Izaya! I wasn't expecting you!.."

"Give me the pain relievers."

Shinra blinked, "Oh Ok..I'll be right back!"

Shinra went to go get the pain relievers, closing the door, but not all the way.

Izaya could hear three voices coming from inside the apartment.

One voice being Shinras, but the other two...he didn't know who they were.

In seconds, Shinra was back and handed him the pills, "Here you go! Hope you feel better!"

He shut the door quickly, as if he just wanted Izaya gone.

Izaya sighed and made his way back home.

He just wanted to get rid of the pain already.

....

As soon as he got home he drank the pills.

He laid down on the couch with the TV playing in the background so it wouldn't be too silent.

He was growing tired of the silence too.

Sooner or later, the pills began to give in and he began to doze off, slowly drifting to sleep.

..

Can't sleep...

..

"What a whore!"

"This what happens when you mess with us, Mr. Informant."

Laughter.

And more laughter.

Then a voice..two voices...

"What happened to him?"

"..He got raped..."

"Izaya got raped? W-"

"Shizuo, please don't bring it up when you talk to him. At all. There is a chance he won't remember anyway."

"Okay," He sighed, ",No one deserves to get raped anyway. Not even him."

I don't want your pity.

I don't want anybody's pity.

Especially because I didn't get raped.....

Izaya Orihara couldn't get raped.

He just couldn't.

..

Hmm..

Maybe I'm just dreaming.

Yeah, maybe this is all a dream.

Maybe I never was Kanra.

Maybe I never fell in love with Shizuo.

Maybe I never cried over Shizuo.

Maybe I never injected heroin into me.

Maybe I never overdosed.

Maybe I never went out last night.

Maybe I never was raped.

Yeah, maybe that all was just a dream...

...

What a shitty dream...

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