|Sakizou's Sapphire at Otakuthon 2013|
Smoke Scented RoomSmoke Scented Room by KyuubiDemonKitsune
"The scent of smoke. It's not here today." Izaya thought to himself as he slowly opened his red eyes and noticed that his body was even sorer, so the drugs must have been wearing off. The room was different than his last one. Why had his room change? Oh that's right. The man who shot him before had come back to try to finish the job but failed miserable. "I guess that smell, the smoke, it must have been from Shizu-chan. But, why is it that he seems to have been here almost every day as of lately?" Izaya seemed to ask himself in thought. It was true though, ever since the attempted murder, Shizuo has been in and out of the room, waiting for Izaya to wake up. It didn't make any sense. Maybe it was because Shizuo wanted Izaya dead when he woke up, killing him was really the only reason why Shizuo paid any attention to him.
But for now that didn't seem to matter. The nurse came over as she noticed that Izaya was up and started to add some more medicine. "You gave us a bit of
Save Me, From My NightmareSave Me, From My Nightmare by KyuubiDemonKitsune
Shizuo gazed at Izaya who was in worse shape than the first time. This time Izaya seemed to be unconscious this time. The breathing mask covering his mouth and nose while the hot air seemed to fog it up before slowly disappearing. The heart monitor beeping to show that Izaya's heart was slow but steady. The sight alone was bringing Shizuo to the point where the tears would have started to fall down if it wasn't for the fact that he was trying really hard to hold them back. But yet he was grateful for his sun glasses to keep from having Izaya seeing him in such a state like this.
For some reason seeing Izaya in this state, it was just hard enough to watch. How could a bullet do something like this to Izaya? Sure Shizuo had been shot but he never felt it. So how would Izaya had felt being shot like that? It didn't make sense. "You should have been able to dodge it. So why didn't you?" Shizuo asked as though expecting Izaya to wake up and tell him what had happened. But it w
Please Let Me SleepPlease Let Me Sleep by KyuubiDemonKitsune
The rain came crashing down, the lightning seemed more furious at this point. Blood staining Shizuo's hand while the body of Izaya Orihara rested on the concrete ground in front of him. It wasn't from Shizuo killing him. No, the mysterious gun man seemed closer this time. The site before him was unbearable. "No." Echoed a mumbled voice from Shizuo as his eyes began to burn. Not with fury of anger from having his chance to slip away. But the site of that flea dead from someone else caused foreign tears to start streaming down his face. "You can't die like this." Shizuo continued as the blood seemed to become larger as it flowed towards him.
Suddenly Shizuo found himself sitting upright on his futon with a cold sweat dripping down his face. "I-It was a dream? It had to have been a dream." Shizuo replied as he felt something trickling down his face. Placing a hand on it, he noticed that it was close to his eye and consisted of a watery substance. "W-Was I crying?" Shizuo as
Hospital VisitHospital Visit by KyuubiDemonKitsune
Something didn't feel right, and Shizuo could feel it deep down inside of him. The whole thing seemed like some sort of set up. Sitting out in front of the hospital, Shizuo was still trying to wrap his mind around the whole thing. Was it a hit? No, this seemed like an amateur with the way that the gun was held and where the location of the wound was. It wasn't just once that Izaya was hit, it was twice. One in his leg and the other was into Izaya's gallbladder. They had to do surgery in order to remove both bullets of course and to sew up the wounds. This would slow Izaya down for sure, but yet why did Shizuo care? He could kill the flea now if he wanted.
But still, what was this feeling that Shizuo was getting? Simply shrugging it off, Shizuo put his cigarette out before finally entering the hospital. Already he could feel the guilt almost seeping in. It was bugging him, more than what the flea normally did to annoy him. But either way, Shizuo had gotten the information wh