DURARARA Vol.2, Shizuo interviewed? (Part II)
I was the one thing that was flying.
At a speed that could tear my consciousness asunder.
My back made a strong impact with the concrete.
"............AAARGH! AAAAAHHHHHHH......"
Numbness took over as tsunamis of pain washed over my body. I issued a pathetic scream from my throat, trying desperately to make out what just happened.
The exact moment Heiwajima Shizuo turned around, something strong had grabbed me around the neck and the next instant I was flying in the air.
It was like riding the projectile roller-coaster and being shot backwards. In that fraction of a second, what I felt must have been the muscles on Heiwajima Shizuo's wrist.
But were those really muscles?
It felt like I was being strangled by the slimmer version of a bus tire.
Tightly packed strings of fiber giving maximum strength while maintaining that slender appearance. I would put it like that. But in the nanosecond it was around my neck I had no time for such reasoning - all that rushed to my brain and limbs was fear.
- My neck's gonna break.
That was what I thought - as if the scythe of death was already around my neck. I had yelled "...Ahhh...I'm...I'm being teared apart!" silently in my head, probably due to the strong impact and the overwhelming centrifugal force as I was sent a-flying.
Clothesline.
Seemed like that was the wrestling move he used on me.
If you've seen it on television, you might be under the impression that it's far less lethal than fists or a facecrusher, right? Even if you've seen someone badly hurt by that move you'd probably think they were faking.
But you'd be very, very wrong. I once interviewed some professional wrestlers with a sports reporter and asked one of them to use some moves on me. Thinking that I was picking the lesser evil, I had said to him, "a clothesline would be just fine."
That professional wrestler made it only half as powerful as it would actually be, but I still fainted after being knocked out of the ring. I recall vividly that even though I fell off the ring, the moment his wrist made contact with my neck was still the most painful.
That was why I knew he must have used a clothesline on me.
......But hang on.
How on earth did this thin man just send me flying into the air with a clothesline? He only weighed half as much as a professional wrestler at the most!
I rubbed at my lungs which were in a spasm and saw a figure approach me.
Screw it, my eyes weren't working, I couldn't focus.
What could only be the figure of Heiwajima Shizuo stood there looking down on me, and said in a serene voice:
"I was trying to get away from you..."
His voice was still peaceful, but with a bone-chilling quality to it.
Icy voices do exist. That Orihara Izaya I just met, he had a voice of this type. But Heiwajima Shizuo's voice was a totally different level of coldness.
If Orihara Izaya's voice could make you freeze, Heiwajima Shizuo's voice would literally give you a cold burn...no, that's not even describing it. It was a voice like boiling liquid helium - extremely cold yet sounding like it's something so hot that it couldn't stop bubbling...
"...because you were asking boring questions, which was making me a bit mad."
It was the same voice from the same man, yet at a completely different temperature. Just a moment ago it had been nothing more than a voice you hear in everyday talk -
"I had to make myself leave before I start to beat you to death."
Now his voice was full of power.
Incantations...are different. He meant nothing more than what he said, so it was the sheer force with which he spoke that sent me into a spasm of fear. I panicked as I realized that.
At last regaining my vision from the shock of that impact of landing-
- and focused on the man in front of me...which was obviously the same one as before.
The same one -
- but how come...his sunglasses...suddenly suited him so perfectly?
A moment ago I had thought they were completely mismatched. Now they looked like part of him, an amazing combination.
Not that anything was different about his nose, contour or hairstyle. Nor was there a major change in his expression. If there was any change at all, it would be that slight smile around the corner of his mouth. But that was not it.
It was his vibe.
Should I say that his vibe was completely different now? That was the best I can put iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit -
"Who said you could dose off?"
I couldn't breathe when he grabbed my collar. All he did was lift me from the ground, yet the immensity of his power could unmistakably be felt.
Scary.
I was scary so scary jealous of my disappointed self a moment ago. It scary would scary have scary been scary so much scary better scary if scary scary the man scary scary in front scary of me scary scary scary were scary indeed scary scary weak. Scary scary scary scary scary scary scary HELP SCARY SCARY SCARY SCARY HELP SCARY SCARY HELP HELP HELP HELP I'M SCREWED HELP I'M SCREWED I'M SCREWD I'M SORRY I'M REALLY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY -
Inside my body cries started coming from everywhere.
"You were trying to make me mad, weren't you?...Ahhhh...I know that. I'm not stupid. But just because I know doesn't mean I won't be mad..."
There was no time to wake up the napping teenager or listen to the sirens coming from my animal instinct.
"So what was it, I lose if I get mad when you try to make me mad or something? Ahhh. I lose then. I don't care. What harm would it do me if I lose? Plus now I'm going to kill you who have just won..."
At that very word -
"AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGHHHH-------!!"
A deafening roar shook the entire alleyway.
But it wasn't coming from me.
I was too afraid to make any sound at all.
It was coming from Heiwajima Shizuo himself.
As if forcing out all the anger he had suppressed in his body, the liquid helium suddenly turned into hot and boiling oil.
"AHHHHH! I told you I 'hate violence', didn't I? Yet you tried to make me 'use violence'! What are you? What do you think you are? God? You think you're God? Ahhh?"
- How could one reason with this man -
I thought as I was sent a-flying again.
There was no element of technique like facecrushers or anything.
He simply tossed me into the air like a baseball.
Though no one would actually do it, a man of some strength should be able to toss kindergarten kids into the air like this. But I weigh several times more than a kindergartner - possibly even more than Heiwajima Shizuo himself -
So why was I flying almost horizontally in the air?
If this were an American cartoon, I would be hitting the wall of the building opposite to me and making a man-shaped hole. And I thought I was going to, the way I was thrown - but things did not turn out so peachy. In fact, I only flew for a few meters before hitting the ground and having to roll on the concrete.
- Ahh...am I...getting killed?
The fear had gone the instant I was tossed into the air. I savored this as I lay face-down on the concrete.
I don't wanna die.
But I'm getting killed -
As I began to analyze the situation, the fear came rushing back.
That was the exact moment when I heard the voice of my savior.
"Hey~Shizuo~"
The voice sounded somewhat familiar. It was Tanaka Tom, whom I spoke to several minutes ago.
"....What is it, Mr. Tom?"
"No big deal, just that your Cup Noodles's been sitting for more than three minutes now."
"......Screw it."
Without the slightest hesitation, Heiwajima Shizuo simply ignored me and went back inside the building.
......So three minutes was all he had planned on giving me in the first place?
But I couldn't bring myself to care now.
All I wanted to do was savor the fact that I was alive.
Mr. Tanaka came out of the building again after some time and said to me still lying on the ground:
"Ahh~ahh. And I thought I told you to not piss him off...but then although that guy's got a low boiling point, he cools back down fast as well. Glad to see you're alive, Mister. Don't try to get the police if this has been awful for you..."
What he was saying still didn't make much sense, but I nodded anyway.
Mr. Tom, looking satisfied with my reaction, returned to the building without another word.
Leaving me lying supine on the ground and looking up at the sky.
Not that lying on the concrete made me feel comfortable; I just couldn't stand up due to all that pain in my body.
At a speed that could tear my consciousness asunder.
My back made a strong impact with the concrete.
"............AAARGH! AAAAAHHHHHHH......"
Numbness took over as tsunamis of pain washed over my body. I issued a pathetic scream from my throat, trying desperately to make out what just happened.
The exact moment Heiwajima Shizuo turned around, something strong had grabbed me around the neck and the next instant I was flying in the air.
It was like riding the projectile roller-coaster and being shot backwards. In that fraction of a second, what I felt must have been the muscles on Heiwajima Shizuo's wrist.
But were those really muscles?
It felt like I was being strangled by the slimmer version of a bus tire.
Tightly packed strings of fiber giving maximum strength while maintaining that slender appearance. I would put it like that. But in the nanosecond it was around my neck I had no time for such reasoning - all that rushed to my brain and limbs was fear.
- My neck's gonna break.
That was what I thought - as if the scythe of death was already around my neck. I had yelled "...Ahhh...I'm...I'm being teared apart!" silently in my head, probably due to the strong impact and the overwhelming centrifugal force as I was sent a-flying.
Clothesline.
Seemed like that was the wrestling move he used on me.
If you've seen it on television, you might be under the impression that it's far less lethal than fists or a facecrusher, right? Even if you've seen someone badly hurt by that move you'd probably think they were faking.
But you'd be very, very wrong. I once interviewed some professional wrestlers with a sports reporter and asked one of them to use some moves on me. Thinking that I was picking the lesser evil, I had said to him, "a clothesline would be just fine."
That professional wrestler made it only half as powerful as it would actually be, but I still fainted after being knocked out of the ring. I recall vividly that even though I fell off the ring, the moment his wrist made contact with my neck was still the most painful.
That was why I knew he must have used a clothesline on me.
......But hang on.
How on earth did this thin man just send me flying into the air with a clothesline? He only weighed half as much as a professional wrestler at the most!
I rubbed at my lungs which were in a spasm and saw a figure approach me.
Screw it, my eyes weren't working, I couldn't focus.
What could only be the figure of Heiwajima Shizuo stood there looking down on me, and said in a serene voice:
"I was trying to get away from you..."
His voice was still peaceful, but with a bone-chilling quality to it.
Icy voices do exist. That Orihara Izaya I just met, he had a voice of this type. But Heiwajima Shizuo's voice was a totally different level of coldness.
If Orihara Izaya's voice could make you freeze, Heiwajima Shizuo's voice would literally give you a cold burn...no, that's not even describing it. It was a voice like boiling liquid helium - extremely cold yet sounding like it's something so hot that it couldn't stop bubbling...
"...because you were asking boring questions, which was making me a bit mad."
It was the same voice from the same man, yet at a completely different temperature. Just a moment ago it had been nothing more than a voice you hear in everyday talk -
"I had to make myself leave before I start to beat you to death."
Now his voice was full of power.
Incantations...are different. He meant nothing more than what he said, so it was the sheer force with which he spoke that sent me into a spasm of fear. I panicked as I realized that.
At last regaining my vision from the shock of that impact of landing-
- and focused on the man in front of me...which was obviously the same one as before.
The same one -
- but how come...his sunglasses...suddenly suited him so perfectly?
A moment ago I had thought they were completely mismatched. Now they looked like part of him, an amazing combination.
Not that anything was different about his nose, contour or hairstyle. Nor was there a major change in his expression. If there was any change at all, it would be that slight smile around the corner of his mouth. But that was not it.
It was his vibe.
Should I say that his vibe was completely different now? That was the best I can put iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit -
"Who said you could dose off?"
I couldn't breathe when he grabbed my collar. All he did was lift me from the ground, yet the immensity of his power could unmistakably be felt.
Scary.
I was scary so scary jealous of my disappointed self a moment ago. It scary would scary have scary been scary so much scary better scary if scary scary the man scary scary in front scary of me scary scary scary were scary indeed scary scary weak. Scary scary scary scary scary scary scary HELP SCARY SCARY SCARY SCARY HELP SCARY SCARY HELP HELP HELP HELP I'M SCREWED HELP I'M SCREWED I'M SCREWD I'M SORRY I'M REALLY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY -
Inside my body cries started coming from everywhere.
"You were trying to make me mad, weren't you?...Ahhhh...I know that. I'm not stupid. But just because I know doesn't mean I won't be mad..."
There was no time to wake up the napping teenager or listen to the sirens coming from my animal instinct.
"So what was it, I lose if I get mad when you try to make me mad or something? Ahhh. I lose then. I don't care. What harm would it do me if I lose? Plus now I'm going to kill you who have just won..."
At that very word -
"AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGHHHH-------!!"
A deafening roar shook the entire alleyway.
But it wasn't coming from me.
I was too afraid to make any sound at all.
It was coming from Heiwajima Shizuo himself.
As if forcing out all the anger he had suppressed in his body, the liquid helium suddenly turned into hot and boiling oil.
"AHHHHH! I told you I 'hate violence', didn't I? Yet you tried to make me 'use violence'! What are you? What do you think you are? God? You think you're God? Ahhh?"
- How could one reason with this man -
I thought as I was sent a-flying again.
There was no element of technique like facecrushers or anything.
He simply tossed me into the air like a baseball.
Though no one would actually do it, a man of some strength should be able to toss kindergarten kids into the air like this. But I weigh several times more than a kindergartner - possibly even more than Heiwajima Shizuo himself -
So why was I flying almost horizontally in the air?
If this were an American cartoon, I would be hitting the wall of the building opposite to me and making a man-shaped hole. And I thought I was going to, the way I was thrown - but things did not turn out so peachy. In fact, I only flew for a few meters before hitting the ground and having to roll on the concrete.
- Ahh...am I...getting killed?
The fear had gone the instant I was tossed into the air. I savored this as I lay face-down on the concrete.
I don't wanna die.
But I'm getting killed -
As I began to analyze the situation, the fear came rushing back.
That was the exact moment when I heard the voice of my savior.
"Hey~Shizuo~"
The voice sounded somewhat familiar. It was Tanaka Tom, whom I spoke to several minutes ago.
"....What is it, Mr. Tom?"
"No big deal, just that your Cup Noodles's been sitting for more than three minutes now."
"......Screw it."
Without the slightest hesitation, Heiwajima Shizuo simply ignored me and went back inside the building.
......So three minutes was all he had planned on giving me in the first place?
But I couldn't bring myself to care now.
All I wanted to do was savor the fact that I was alive.
Mr. Tanaka came out of the building again after some time and said to me still lying on the ground:
"Ahh~ahh. And I thought I told you to not piss him off...but then although that guy's got a low boiling point, he cools back down fast as well. Glad to see you're alive, Mister. Don't try to get the police if this has been awful for you..."
What he was saying still didn't make much sense, but I nodded anyway.
Mr. Tom, looking satisfied with my reaction, returned to the building without another word.
Leaving me lying supine on the ground and looking up at the sky.
Not that lying on the concrete made me feel comfortable; I just couldn't stand up due to all that pain in my body.