He could feel his life draining from him. The tightening hold around his neck was crushing his breath, even as blood pooled in the snow around him. He watched as the crimson color sullied the ivory ground, staining its innocence. He weakly laughed at his thoughts. He had never been much of a poet. And yet, here he was, in the final moments of his life, thinking silly romantic things like the forceful taking of innocence. It was pathetic.
A bitter smirk crossed his face. ‘Am I thinking about my own “innocence” being taken? It’s a funny thought. I would never have described myself as “innocent”. No one would. I’m Izaya Orihara, the info broker. I’m always involved in the worst of the worst, from gang wars to money laundering to blackmail. I’m not a good guy, and I’m sure as hell nowhere near innocent.’ he thought with amusement.
He gasped reflexively for air as the hand at his throat crushed his larynx. His thoughts began to fade to black. ‘But even so... if I wasn’t innocent...why am I...crying...for what was...stolen from me?’ His last vision before the world disappeared was entrancing scene of scarlet-dyed snow.
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Broken Ace (Shizaya story)
FanfictionIzaya Orihara disappeared for six months, only to be found bloody, broken, and beaten in the streets of Ikebukuro by a shocked Shizuo Heiwajima. He's forgotten everything, now only a shadow of himself. Just what happened to him while he was gone? An...
