**Beneath the Bruised Surface**

Shizuo felt sore when he woke up, Vanitas's cum dripping between his legs. "Fuck, my back hurts so bad," Shizuo groaned, hissing in pain. His ass and back hurt so badly that he could barely move. As he tried to get out of bed, he noticed a note on the table. "Shizuo, this is not going to work, but I can admit you were a great fuck. Love, Vanitas," the note read. Shizuo's eyes scanned the note, and his face twisted in anger. He crumpled the paper in his hand, balling up his fist as he slammed the table, breaking it into pieces. There was also a large sum of money left on the table, which only added to Shizuo's rage. He wanted to cry, but his anger took over. He ran out of the hotel, grumbling to himself because his ass hurt so much. As he stormed down the street, he bumped into his rival, enemy, and the person who also hated Izaya Orihara - Nobuo Akagi, but Shizuo didn't notice it was him at first. Izaya noticed Shizuo's anger and also noticed him limping. "Shizu-chan, what's wrong?" Izaya asked, concern etched on his face. Shizuo turned to face Izaya, his eyes blazing with anger. "What does it look like? Just leave me alone," Shizuo growled, trying to push past Izaya. Izaya caught Shizuo's arm, holding him in place. "Hey, wait up. You look like you've been through a war. What happened?" Shizuo shook Izaya off, taking a step back. "Just mind your own business, Izaya. I don't need your help." Izaya raised an eyebrow. "Shizu-chan, you're not exactly in a position to be pushing people away. You look like you're about to collapse. Come on, let's get you somewhere safe." Shizuo snorted, trying to play down his pain. "I don't need your help. I can take care of myself." Izaya sighed, his expression softening. "Shizu-chan, you're not exactly known for your subtlety, but this time, you're being really obvious. What's going on?" Shizuo's anger boiled over, and he took a step closer to Izaya. "You want to know? Fine. I just got used by some guy, and now I'm paying for it. Literally." Izaya's eyes narrowed. "That guy, what's his name?" Shizuo spat on the ground. "Vanitas. And he's going to regret ever crossing me." Izaya's eyes gleamed with interest. "Vanitas, huh? I think I know him. Let's get you fixed up, and then we'll take care of him together." Shizuo raised an eyebrow, a spark of hope igniting within him. Maybe, just maybe, he had found an ally in his quest for revenge.