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Izaya wasn’t sane to begin with, or that’s what the ones who had met him thought. The raven-haired man was obsessed with humans and being superior to those humans, along with the fact he enjoys playing forces that weren’t to be reckoned with. Yes, those who met him and actually got a good sense of who he is, won’t call him sane. But he isn’t insane as well, well not fully. He knew the dangers and have never actually kill someone. Frame someone with crimes? Yes. Drive teenagers to suicide? Yes. But never actually got his hands dirty and bloody. He’ll give you a scare for you to remember, but that’s it. Plus, he was smart and quick. He knew the consequences and evaluates his actions before doing something.
So the conclusion is that Izaya isn’t sane nor insane. But when all is lost and he have gone to depths of hell, will he remain like that?
Probably the first time of being in so deep in darkness, he’ll live. Just not as functional or sane as he would first had been, which would been at some point in his life. Maybe the second one would sent his sanity into a ravel mess, seeing the true darkness of life yet still alive and pretending to be normal. ‘He distance himself from everyone though he was close to everyone.’ Something Shinra described Izaya when they were in middle school. Maybe the third time will give everyone a good reasoning to be wary of Izaya, he becoming wicked and risking his life to annoy a man with a short temper and monstrous strength. Partially asking to dance with Death himself
But maybe the fourth is what everyone should fear of…. Izaya’s saneity has been cracked and broken for a long time ago, everyone sense that. What they can’t sense is that one more time to darkness is what it can take Izaya to enter the realm of insanity. So when Izaya sudden disappearance happen, they didn’t expected for Izaya to reappear in a year or his behavior…
‘Have you heard!?’ One would start a conversation nowadays.
‘About what?’
‘Izaya has been seen once again!’
‘After all this time, why now?’
‘Don’t know. But guess what witnesses said they saw.’
‘What?’
‘Izaya was wearing a crazy smile and his hands were bloody!’
‘What!? As creepy that sounds, that doesn’t seem like Izaya, he never gets his hands dirty.’
‘I know right! But they swear they saw him and his trademark coat.’
Yes, rumors spread like wildfire. It didn’t take time for all citizens to hear about the rumor at least twice. Well everyone but a certain blonde wearing a bartender suit, but it seem it's about to find it’s way to be heard.
Shizuo’s P.O.V
“Have you heard?” Tom said, leading the way to the next bastard who hadn’t paid his debt. “Izaya was spotted around, maybe just yesterday.”
I gritted my teeth, of course the flea would come back. I was waiting for his arrival, knowing he would come back like the louse he is. It was always the time when I’m starting to feel peaceful (excluding the times when I get angry during work) that the flea appears and ruin my peace. Little did he know, this is my time to get rid of his ass and claim my peace!
“I probably shouldn’t had mentioned him.” Tom whispered to himself but I was too busy imagining ways to kill the louse to replied to that or say sorry to Tom for scaring him.
Meanwhile~~~
Shinra P.O.V
‘This is not happening.’ I thought to myself, trying to calm myself down. ‘I mean, this is obvious not Izaya. It could be someone who looks like him an-’
///Are you alright////
I jumped slightly but read the text the same. “I’m fine, Celty. It just I can’t find myself to believe this rumor.” She nodded (in her beautiful way) in agreement. ///Have he ever contacted you yet?///
I shook my head, concern and confusion start eating my thoughts again. I called him once a month after his disappearance, concern that Izaya might do something dangerous and got himself killed. I gave up in the past three months of trying to contact him, but now he finally been found. Though rumors are just rumors, I still can’t shake the confusion or concern for my friend. I started calling him through his home phones (he has more than one) once again, just for it go to voicemail. I gave up with that and decided to call his personal phone, getting a robotic voice saying the phone was turn off (like it had been over for the entire year).
Before my dear Celty could comfort me, there was a knock at a door. I sighed and told my lover that I would get it. Putting my smile, I opened the door.
“What and who be needing me?” I asked playfully, as I opened the door. I froze and felt myself go stiff.
“Yo.” Izaya smirked, hands tucked into the depths of his coat. He enter without an invitation or explanation, but I make no move to stop him. I closed the door and followed, watching him closely as if he might disappear once again if I don’t. It’s possible though for that to happen, so I’m actually acting wise to do so.
Celty jumped slightly when Izaya came to the living room, not expecting the said man we were discussing a few moments ago. Neither was I. Once Izaya sat himself on the sofa, silence surrounded us.
I sighed and sat down a chair that was next to the sofa, Celty quickly pressed buttons on her phone and showed us both her message. ///I’m gonna go make tea///
Once we were alone, Izaya spoke. “I need a favor.” I look at him as if he was insane. If you disappear for a year and rumored to kill someone, coming up to your best friend as if nothing happened and asking for a favor isn’t something most normal people will do. But then again, this is Izaya… And I’m not exactly label as 100% normal as well. But still!
“Why don’t you explain where on earth were you at!” I huffed, seriously. There should be a limit on how people could worry others.
“To hell and back~” Izaya laughed humorless. “But back to the favo-”
“I’m not gonna do the favor unless you tell me.” I know something happened. How, you may ask. Well his eyes always held mischievous and today held no emotions… It’s frightening to see Izaya like this, as if he lives like a broken and lifeless doll. All tones and smirks seem like a mask that it’s creator painted on the said doll.
My answer must had dissatisfied Izaya, his eyes finally held emotion; rage. He jumped on me, hands on my neck and pinning on the floor. “Listen Shinra.” Izaya whispered to my ear with a tone that had me winced. “I don’t have the fucken patient to deal with any bullshit or to have explain my reasoning. So just listen and do what I say. Or do I have to give a head up about something?” I tried to pry his hands off my neck, only to had them pinned down by his legs. I stare into Izaya’s eyes, hoping that he would say something like ‘just kidding’.
His crimson eyes show only anger and seriousness. I guess that goes to my hopes. “Fine, just get off.” Stupid Izaya and his blackmail material.
Izaya sat back down on the sofa, eyes going back of a void of no emotions. As I settled down in the chair, Celty appeared with a tray of tea and two cups.
“I need you to get me something. Dilaudid hydromorphone, heard of them?” Izaya smirked was placed, acted as if he just didn’t threaten me or had his hands around my neck.
“Yeah, I heard of them. I usually prescribed them to some patients to deal with pain.” I quickly stated, refusing to destroy the eye contact with the man. “What do you want to know about them?” This doesn’t seem right… I was sure Izaya knows what they are, but there’s no other reason why he need them... I mean, he himself doesn’t seem to be in pain.
“I also hope you’re familiar with alprazolam.” I hesitate, something is telling me that I should refuse and play dumb. But I can’t risk of Celty finding her head, I love her too much for her to leave because she completed a mission. I nodded, feeling a like sick when his smirk grew. “Give me some.”
I felt my jaw fell open. Maybe I can understand why he might needed hydromorphone, probably to stock up or prepared a world of hurt and all. Buy alprazolam is something I don't understand, it’s uses are for panic attacks, insomnia, and social anxiety. Why on Earth does Izaya wants-unless he was planning to-no no no, that doesn’t seem likely-but….
Now I think about, bout drugs are commonly overdosed for relaxation and getting ‘a taste of heaven’.
“There were rumors.” I stated, taking a sip of the tea Celty made. “Is it true?” He looked at me boredly, but reach out to grab hold of his own cup.
“I wonder, is it? I honestly haven't been updated to rumors and with what my humans have to say~” He smiled at me, but I knew he knew exactly what I meant. “Care to explain?”
I looked at him blankly, eyeing him before playing along. “Izaya Orihara was found in an alley midday. Ones who saw him noticed his knife at hand was stained bloody, as well as his hands and clothing. He was wearing a smile that most will refer to crazy, others would, shivering as they do so may I add, describe it as a smile full of happiness.” He looked at me before throwing his head back, laughter filled the room.
“A-ha, how interesting.” Izaya finally said as he finally stopped his mad laughter. “And to answer your question, yes.” I choked on my tea, Celty patting my back to help me regain my composure.
“Now, that’s enough of questions. I want those pills now if you don’t mind.” Izaya said calmly, looking unfazed. I wanted to ask more about this topic, but I decided against it. Instead, I just went to fetch the pills and came back quickly. Before giving him the two bright orange bottle of the two pills (separated of course), I hesitated. “What do you need these for?”
He stared at me with those blank eyes before swiping them away. Once he pocketed them, he smirked walked out the room. “None of your business. Farewell you two~!” And he was gone once again.