Bittersweet Dreams (Sequel to Nightmares)

Trouble In Paradise

Merry Kinda Sorta A Little Late Christmas Babies! Hope you all enjoy Chapter 1 of my new Installment of Nightmares called Bittersweet Dreams <3 

~~AnimeAndDavidTennant~~

I stared out my window, watching the steady rhythm of snow fall from the darkened skies of West Shinjuku. The darkened sky had matched my uneasy mood today, as it had only in the past. An ominous feeling was nagging at me all week now, and I didn't know what I should do about it. I looked over at the clock, which read 2:45 p.m. Shizuo would be home in an hour and 15 minutes. He had started to be more consistent with Tom because he noticed how uneasy and upset I had become in recent weeks. 

I could feel a headache coming on, and my hunger was scarce, even though I hadn't eaten as much as a morsel all day. I looked at my wrists, which were pink and raised due to my nervous scratching every now and then. I could only pray to the God I didn't believe in, that I wasn't relapsing. I didn't want to start this journey over again, nor did I want to cause Shizuo pain, but I couldn't help the dark clouds that cast over my mood. 

I got up from my spot next to the window in my kitchen in search of a blanket. An ice cold draft had been nipping at my bare neck and shoulders throughout the time I was gazing down at my humans. It had only started to bother me recently, as I was deep in thought for so long. 

As I walked through my house barefoot, in only a pair of grey sweatpants I borrowed from Shizuo, I realized the headache in my head was not dulling in the slightest. After the surgery I had, the doctor had explained to me that the headaches would never fully go away, but they would dull in intensity over the years. I would say he was full of shit, due to the throbbing of my skull, but I hadn't had a headache in all this time until now. A coincidence? I think not. 

I walked into my bathroom, and ravaged my medicine cabinet for some pain pills. As soon as I found the bottle labeled "Aspirin", I practically ripped open the child-proof lid, and poured two pills into my hands. After securing the lid once again, and shoving it back into the cabinet, I found myself back in my kitchen swallowing down my painkillers with just a gulp of tea. 

I dragged the blanket off my bed and wrapped myself in it, seating myself at my window once again. I gazed down at the humans who scurried about on the streets in heavy fur jackets that looked impossible to move around in. Out of all the people who scurried about, only one caught my attention. A 6 foot blonde in a fuzzy grey-hooded sweater walked toward my apartment doors, in nothing less than a haste. I gazed at my clock. The red LED lights flashed 3:00 p.m., which made my clock wrong, or Shizuo an hour early. An event, I hadn't anticipated.

I tried to put the most genuine smile I could on my face, but even the distorted reflection off my microwave knew I was lying. Shizuo turned his keys in the door and entered our apartment, and yelled he was home across our sizable house together. I waved to him from my blanketed heap near my kitchen window, and he jogged over to me.

"How was your day? You're early," I asked, with genuine intrigue. What was different today, that got him out of a 16 day consistence? 

"It was a really slow day. Tom only had one job for me, so it was over relatively quick. I got home as fast as I could. I figured you'd want some company hun," Shizuo smiled down at me with his gentle honey eyes. I couldn't even fathom how I used to despise that stupid face I called my own.

I opened my arms, as a silent command for a hug, and instead of giving me a normal hug, Shizuo picked me up and held me tightly against him. I wrapped my legs tightly against his waist, amazed at how all 5'9" and 128 lbs of me didn't prove the slightest challenge to Shizuo's strength. To him, I was a feather. 

He looked into my Auburn eyes, before giving me a peck on the lips. "What's wrong Izaya? You look a little upset. Have you eaten?" I shook my head. No part of me wanted any sort of nutrition. Maybe higher strength Aspirin, but that was a different story. "What do you want me to cook you?" Shizuo asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

"I'm not hungry. I don't want anything Shizu-chan," I mumbled. His eyes widened only the slightest bit, enough for me to notice his concern. "I'm sorry, I just-"

Before I could finish my sentence, a pain shot through my head that made me involuntarily yell in pain. I grabbed at both sides of my head, thinking that that would somehow dull the pain, even in the slightest. Shizuo set me down on the kitchen floor, holding my shoulders tightly, but not tight enough to hurt me. 

"Izaya? Izaya?! Fuck, I knew something wasn't right!" Shizuo tried to pull me out of my thoughts, but it was too late. I had already gone in too deep.

The Nightmare from 2 years ago flashed across my thoughts, making itself apparent again. I was relapsing. I put my hands in front of my face, trying to read what was happening to my body. I was shaking violently, the tremors, not ceasing anytime soon. I dug my nails into Shizuo's arm, showing him I was scared, and that I needed help. I could feel my breathing picking up at an alarming pace, and soon, it was a struggle to actually get air inside my lungs.

"Izaya, I need you to look into my eyes" He gently placed his hands on my cheeks, like he had done the first time I panicked in front of him, and guided me to look into his eyes. I averted my gaze, and darted my eyes all over the room. I couldn't look at one spot, there was just too much to take in. "Izaya Orihara look into my eyes right now!" Shizuo raised his voice, forcing me to gaze into the beautiful honey eyes that could melt my heart over and over again.

I couldn't breathe and my vision was beginning to blur, and Shizuo could tell, as I was starting to blink rapidly. In a split second idea, Shizuo took in a deep breath of air and pushed his lips against mine. He breathed his life force into me, supplying myself and my lungs with the two things I needed. Shizuo and oxygen. I swallowed down the borrowed air, letting it sink into my lungs, in a last ditch attempt to get me to breathe.

This proved futile in the end though, as I felt myself start to slip away. Shizuo was only a silhouette at this point. I felt myself go limp in his arms. The last words I heard him scream at me were something along the lines of  "Breathe God dammit!". As I slipped into blissful nothingness, my last thoughts were those only a troubled sociopath like me would think in a time like this.

I guess paradise was never cut out for someone like me.