Cheating Fate

Genres: Angst, hurt/comfort,

romance, horror

Paring: Shizaya

Chapter: 1

(Izaya's POV)

Waking up screaming, out of breath, eyes blinking open in a flash, and shaking uncontrollably, with a layer of sweat rolling down his face, was not something usual that Orihara Izaya was accustomed to when waking up. No, nothing ever scared Izaya this much, not even the monster of Ikebukuro, Shizuo Heiwajima, whom everyone else seemed to fear. Izaya couldn't remember the last time he'd ever been this afraid, or afraid at all for that matter. After all, it was just a dream, right?

Unclenching his fists from the bed sheets, Izaya placed a palm over his face, struggling to control his breathing, as his thoughts strayed back to the dream he had.

***dream***

Blood..., blood was everywhere, pooling around the informant in a sea ofcrimson. All he could hear was blood dripping off of randomly discarded

bodies, with no faces. All he could taste and smell was the metallic taste

of death. All he could see was red. And all he could feel was the red

stickiness covering the bare flesh of his legs, as he waded

knee-deep into the substance.

He suddenly stopped as he felt excruciating pain carve into his body,

as he looked at himself in the reflection of blood. Barbed wire

surrounded his body, cutting deeper and deeper as he tried

desperately to escape its deathly grasp. He flinched more

as he felt muscle tissue tearing and stopped, unmoving.

'Where the hell am I? Just what is going on? Am I... dead? No. No, no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no,no! I'm not dead. There's no

way! Impossible. Then where? Where am I?'

More blood began to rain down and Izaya screamed out in horror as his form submerged underneath the only visible matter around him, drowning as

he sank deeper and deeper. He attempted to swim, only to find out, to his

alarm, that the barbed wire still encased his body, permitting any

movement, whatsoever, least his body be torn apart.

Death. Izaya was truly frightened now.

He was going to die. Then in a flash,

everything went white.

Memories. 'Who am I? Where am I? What is this place?'

Everywhere the boy turned was white. Everything was

so... blank. He didn't know what to feel in this sort

of situation. He couldn't feel anything besides

the feeling of loss, but even that emotion

was taken from him, having no memory

of what it was he was feeling.

Sleep. He was beginning to feel tired. Not much longer could he fight off the feeling of sleepiness. Not being able to comprehend any emotions he was feeling, and not understanding his very existence, the boy, who once was known as Orihara

Izaya drifted into an eternal sleep.

***End of dream***

"What was that? Such an unusual dream. I don't understand... I'm supposed to be an informant right? I'm supposed to know everything, ne? So why is it that... I can't understand just what the hell it was that I saw...?" He asked himself, frowning.

Shaking his head in dismissal, Izaya just got out of bed and went over to his dresser, pulling out a random outfit, without looking, which turned out to look quite nice on him. Walking around in his socks, he went to the fridge and pulled out some orange juice and cereal, pouring himself a bowl. 'Wonder what time it is, anyway?' He questioned, glancing over at the clock. 6:00 am. "WHAT? Isn't it a little too early to be awake right now?" Izaya groaned, spooning his food around, before deciding he was done, and throwing out the leftovers, putting the dishes in the sink. 'I'm on break and I wake up this early, what a pleasant surprise.' Rolling his eyes, Izaya hummed, taking out his laptop. '

'No new emails. No one's online to chat, either... What to do, what to do... Maybe I'll go out. I still have that dream stuck in my head. What a pain, but nothing a little visit with my oh so loveable humans can't fix, however~!" Izaya sang, grabbing his shoes and hurriedly putting them on, as he grabbed his coat, skipping out the door, locking it behind him.