The man with the eye patch had large beefy hands and sausage fingers. It seized him by the throat and hoisted him up against the wall. He could feel the bricks imprinting themselves into his back. His feet dangled in the air, and he tried to push up against the brick with his toes to clear his airway. His thin fingers clawed futilely against the hand around his throat.

"You look good like this," the man hissed in his face, spittle flying out between rotting teeth. The man had an eye patch and he smelled like booze.

"C-can't breathe," gasped Izaya. "Your breathe…smells too bad."

It was the wrong thing to say. Izaya realized it when a hand flew across his face. Still, he couldn't stop the feeling of satisfaction he got from the way the man's face turned red. He couldn't stop the way the sly smile that curled up one side of his mouth wouldn't go away.

The man squeezed his throat until Izaya's vision went black, and right before he passed out the man dropped him. Izaya landed on the ground at the man's feet, his vision gradually clearing. He was coughing and gasping in air and spitting up blood because the inside of his mouth was cut from the slap.

Izaya shakily got to his feet, legs like jelly. "Hey man," he said, straightening his back and fixing his fur-lined hoody. He smeared bangs out of his face. "I don't know what your issue is or who you are, but obviously you have something against me." He cracked a smile. "But I'm a really lovable guy, and I try to stay f-"

His voice was cut off when a fist the size of his face flashed out and hit the wall beside him, splintering bricks. His eyes went wide and he blinked up at the man glaring at him. "Th-that was dangerous," reprimanded Izaya. "You shouldn-"

The second fist found its way into his solar plexus, and he doubled over, gasping. Fuck, it hurt.

"You don't remember me?" barked the man. The fist pulled back, then hit him again in the same spot. "You don't remember how you turned me over to the Red Patch gang as a spy? How much did you get for telling them that? Was it worth this?" His fist landed in Izaya's stomach again. Izaya would have crumbled to the ground but he was being held up by his hair.

So this was all about gang drama. Izaya should have known. "Some people," gasped Izaya, "are so unreasonably sensitive about such things."

"You ruined my life!" cried the man. "They took my fucking eyeball!" He yanked off his eyepatch and there was a red empty socket staring at Izaya, two inches from his own eye. It had yellow pus in it and it smelled like rot.

Izaya flinched. "I think you ought to disinfect it," he advised.

The man grabbed the front of Izaya's shirt and tore it off in one motion.

"I know all about you." the man screamed, his one good eye was bloodshot and bulging in anger. "I know what you do. I know people have killed themselves because of you, and that you enjoy it. I know you like finding out people's secrets and exposing them. And now I'm going to punish you. I'll make sure you remember me this time. You won't be able to hurt anyone ever again, because you'll be so broken and so scared you'll be the one jumping off buildings."

Izaya wasn't sure what the man was going to do, but he definitely didn't expect the man to lean in and start to lick and bite his ear.

Izaya yelped and twisted. "Is this unrequited love?" he asked. "Or did I sleep with your wife and this is revenge?"

The man didn't reply.

Izaya was still sarcastic and slightly amused. This oaf was angry, but he was just a stupid human with a lot of muscle and no iq. Once Izaya found a way to get away he'd have a good laugh at this whole thing, and he'd find some satisfying way to get revenge, too.

He didn't start to panic until the man pulled out a pair of handcuffs and locked both of his thin wrists in one side. That was when Izaya felt his heart beat a bit faster, and when his sly smile faltered slightly.

There was pipes running down the side of the building and the man clipped the other handcuff to a pipe over his head.

"You have beautiful white skin," the man whispered. His eyes were glazed with lust as he looked down at Izaya. "I can hardly believe you're not a girl."

"My mom always told me I was beautiful," admitted Izaya.

The man ignored his comment and yanked down Izaya's pants and boxers in one pull.

The man looked back up at Izaya to smile sweetly. "Soon you won't have any more witty comments. You won't be able to do anything but scream," he said, grinning.

The man pulled his cellphone out of his pocket. "Do you remember Bert Garsser?" he asked, dialing a number.

Izaya blanched. He wished he didn't, but he did. Three months ago Bert's brother had committed suicide. It wasn't Izaya's fault, exactly, but Izaya was there.

"Hey, Bert," the man said, "I got 'im. Yeah. Ok see you soon. You know the spot. Tell Mike Tao."

Mike Tao, The name sounded familiar. Who was he? Oh yeah. He had the hot girlfriend Izaya slept with about a year ago. Oh, he had a hot sister too. Izaya had slept with her a few months ago. Satisfactory all things considered, but she didn't swallow if he remembered correctly.

Fuck, this wasn't going to be good.

The man tweaked Izaya's nipple. "Looks like you have a lot of enemies," he said.