PART 5
DURARARA!! KINK MEME PT.5
part 1 | part 1 Overflow | part 2 | part 2 Overflow | part 3 | part 4 | part 4 Overflow | part 5 | part 6 | part 6 Overflow | part 7 | part 7 Overflow | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 | part 11 | part 11 Overflow | part 12
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The sun burned down on the city, the birds chirped innocently, despite there being not many trees around, and Orihara Izaya felt like everything in his proximity was trying to laugh at him and mock his current state.
With sweaty palms, he smoothed his slightly torn shirt, before closing the zipper of his favorite jacket to hide the bruises littering his neck and the purpleish bitemarks on his collarbone and chest.
He was a mess, and he knew it. Usually, he wasn’t left in this state. Sometimes, he was even shown enough mercy to be dropped off at his apartment after the ‘meetings’, or at least allowed to take a shower to wash away blood and other fluids, to give him at least some kind of semblance of relief.
Not so this time. With a snickering laugh, he had been shoved out the door to the Awakusu-kai and left out on the street.
The sun was burning every inch of him and his already sweaty hair began to dampen again. The dull throbbing in his skull evolved into a full blown headache because of the sun’s blinding light, and he felt tingling waves of nausea ripple through his stomach.
Cynicism always had his back, and a smile was tugging at the corners of his mouth, albeit weak.
Using the hand he could still move somewhat properly without it feeling like the limb itsself was going to fall off, he wiped his face, making sure to get rid of the crusted blood, which had dried messily from his nostrils down to his chin.
After he decided he looked somewhat decent, so that his beloved humans wouldn’t have to worry about him, or try to attack him now that they thought he was weak, he tried his best to walk without limping.
Some of the people passing by shot him curious looks of recognition. Many of his dear humans were interested in him, almost as much as he was fascinated by them. The usual crowds that might have looked like a dull gray mass of people to anyone else, faceless and uninteresting, consisted of so many interesting individuals to him, he would have liked to have the time, and energy, to talk to and see through all of them. Another reason that made him so desperate for immortality.
Pushing his useful hand into the pocket of his jacket, he pulled out his cellphone, looking through a few text messages waiting to be read and answered. Maybe he was just trying to distract himself, but he pushed the thought back, because he was not like the humans around him, who needed to distract themselves from unpleasant events to block them out. Then again, denial was another thing humans were so very good at, and so prone to doing.
Anon!Author has to take a shower now and will probably update tomorrow-ish.
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And it's good that you try on daily updates on this. But take as much time as you need for this.
This story will be awesome. I feel it xD
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i don't want this epic fic to be missed out! :3
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When author!anon thinks of a title, I will be editing the Delicious entry with GLEE and tagging it "_filled", hurray~
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I'd be very, very grateful if you could change that OTL...Actually, I already had a title, but I went back just to make sure I wouldn't misfire and forgot to change the subject again...
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