Wind and Stone(Izaya OC Mikado)

The Wind can break branches.

So noisy. It had been several weeks since I had come to this city. The loud noisy streets still gives me headaches. I haven't slept for a few days now, not since that job. I don't know how much longer I can last.

The park bench was the quietest place for several blocks. No shows or events are taking place here today so the crowd is small and other than the street music and cars it is calm.

I leaned my head back feeling the sun now warm my face with its rays.  Not long did I lay like this before yet again what happened in my apartment, the dream of the devil, flashed behind my shut eyelids. 

"Izaya-kuuuuuuuuuun!"

I jumped at the sound of an angry man yelling his name close-by. I looked up to see a pair of eyes mostly hidden by his sunglasses staring down at me.

His face turned from anger to confusion as he looked me up and down.

"Why do you look like that damn flea?"

I what?  I lifted my arm seeing the white cuffs on my jacket "Oh yeah. . ." I felt my eyes glazing over as I kept staring at it.

"Oi!"

"Yuuto-san?!"

"Mikad-"

Crap. I can't feel my arms.

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"-the great Heiwajima Shizuo brought a lowly little kid to my door? What is the world coming to?"

"He is a friend of a friend. Can you help him or not?"

I pushed my eyes open to see blonde hair and a little further past a young man with glasses and a lab coat looking up at me worried.

"He is waking."

The blond moves to set me down on the couch. The walls are moving and the colors are much too bright for my eyes. I squint at the man but my timing must be off because he suddenly shines a flashlight in my eyes.

"Can you understand me?"

I try to nod but the pain makes me grasp my head in a futile effort to stop the pain.

"Help me get him to the back room."

I felt the sudden overwhelming feeling of nausea grip my stomach before going out again.

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"Shizuo, hold his arm down, he is waking up. Celty, call him."

"I can't promise not to attack him if he comes."

I felt a prickling sensation on my arms.  My arms?  MY ARMS!!!

I flinched making something that was set on the table near my leg fall. Table? I start to smell alcohol and sanitizer. Oh gods. Hospital. Or something similar.

"Please hold still."

"No." I hear my dry voice choke out with a crack.

"Look, you were poisoned. Badly. We have to do a transfusion."

"You can't keep me here!"

"When we are done you will be free to go, until then. Hold Still."

"What the hell happened to you, kid?"

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A few days earlier.

The small paper led me too a large business building. Though it's only three floors tall the floors had high ceilings and tall windows. The door had an electronic lock.

I read the paper where the code is written and type it in. The clicking sound made me jump as the door propped itself open.

I pushed the cold metal door all the way open. Down the hall several people in lab coats were rushing about.

One of them saw me and waved me over to him. "Do you have it?"

I pat my chest pocket and he smiles happily. 

"Follow me."

The doors open automatically as we pass.

"Have a seat son." He motions to a chair in front of his desk.

I look at all of the charts spewed around his room. He walks up behind me. Before I can turn around I feel a sharp quick pain in my neck.

"Oww!" I jump up but whatever he put in me begins to pull me down. As I hit my knees he walks up beside me.

"Don't worry, if it works you will be more than satisfied."

He places his hand in my pocket and pulls out the small bag. Opening it reveals the small syringe with a dark red liquid that looked no thicker than wine.

He turns toward his desk and prepares it. I look toward the door that was cracked open.  As he tinkered I used all of my strength to push myself up and move sluggishly towards the door. I can hear him talking about what's within the mixture. My feet aren't moving fast enough.

The floor is thicker than loose sand but I'm making progress towards the door. I reach up to push the door quietly out of my way.

The hall is empty now and most of the doors are closed.

"Where do you think you are going?"