This is the part of Izaya's life that he liked to refer to as the Unpredictable Part. Also known as the force that is Shizuo. He could feel the wind knocked right out of him as he was brought down by the monster and he felt a flickering moment of runrunrunfuckingRUN but it was far too late to flee from this. He was trapped and it was by far the most horrifying predicament he'd ever found himself in. He laid flat on his back and almost tried to lay flatter- like maybe it would finally allow him to sink through the ground and deep into the earth. That, of course, did not happen.
Instead, he could only stare up at Shizuo, his eyes wide as Shizuo pulled out another blade and started to talk. He flinched as his clothes were torn and he listened- oh did he listen. His teeth were grounded together, like a feral animal trying to defend itself but knowing that it's already losing ground. Just like that, the white king had made his move and declared the ultimate check mate. And Izaya was fucked.
The knife in his hand was useless. It wasn't his knife. It wasn't the situation he had created. This was all unpredicted. It was out of his control. And for once in his life- Izaya was rendered speechless. The knife in his hand trembled, the tip bumping harmlessly against Shizuo's revealed chest.
"I'm not worthless," he said coolly, his grip tightening and becoming firm as he finally found his footing. "And I'm not a coward. I'm not anything you think I am. You don't know me whatsoever," he said and he pulled his hand back and then plunged it out, driving the dagger straight into Shizuo- all the way inside of him.
Except. It was right through his chest. Just one inch away from where his heart actually was.
"I don't want your heart," he spat, using the knife as leverage to lift himself off of the ground, using his elbow in support as he crashed their foreheads together. He twisted the knife in Shizuo's body.
"Not like this."
And then pulled the knife out. He lowered himself back away from Shizuo, a spiteful look on his face as he glared at the one man who knew just how to destroy everything about him.
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Instead, he could only stare up at Shizuo, his eyes wide as Shizuo pulled out another blade and started to talk. He flinched as his clothes were torn and he listened- oh did he listen. His teeth were grounded together, like a feral animal trying to defend itself but knowing that it's already losing ground. Just like that, the white king had made his move and declared the ultimate check mate. And Izaya was fucked.
The knife in his hand was useless. It wasn't his knife. It wasn't the situation he had created. This was all unpredicted. It was out of his control. And for once in his life- Izaya was rendered speechless. The knife in his hand trembled, the tip bumping harmlessly against Shizuo's revealed chest.
"I'm not worthless," he said coolly, his grip tightening and becoming firm as he finally found his footing. "And I'm not a coward. I'm not anything you think I am. You don't know me whatsoever," he said and he pulled his hand back and then plunged it out, driving the dagger straight into Shizuo- all the way inside of him.
Except. It was right through his chest. Just one inch away from where his heart actually was.
"I don't want your heart," he spat, using the knife as leverage to lift himself off of the ground, using his elbow in support as he crashed their foreheads together. He twisted the knife in Shizuo's body.
"Not like this."
And then pulled the knife out. He lowered himself back away from Shizuo, a spiteful look on his face as he glared at the one man who knew just how to destroy everything about him.