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(Izaya dream P.O.V.)

I was a thirteen year old child when I woke up for the first time I woke up in that pristine white bedroom, on the bed that normally held one such lonely teenager, a bed that could easily fit six. The memories of falling onto the carpet came back to me, of being kissed for the sole purpose of knocking me unconscious for the second time... well, maybe not sole purpose. With that thought I sat up with a jolt and jerked the sheet back. I expected to be naked, maybe even tied to the bed in some way I hadn't noticed, I sighed deeply. I was fully clothed and free. I guess I should have been grateful, but I was honestly a little annoyed. I only knew a couple of things that were actually worth drugging someone over, and only one that actually ended with the person alive.

"Is it too much to ask for a little predictability?" I wondered to no one in particular, falling back on the bed. I heard the sound of the elevator opening and decided it was time for me to get up, I peeked around a corner to see Izumi sitting on the couch and her jiseki coming in, "Chang-san, the kid, he-"

"It's already been taken care of." Izumi said between slurps of ramen noodles.

"He's still here!" her jiseki shouted in surprise, "That child is a menace! He attacked me and stole my clothes."

"I am very well aware of what he has done, jiseki," she said dully, "my father was here."

The jiseki stared at her, eyes wide, "And he's still alive?"

"My father has his price." she sighed, referencing such a sick act as commonplace.

"I can't even comprehend why you would do that, the kid obviously doesn't even want to be here."

"He doesn't want to leave either, the kid likes being in danger, I think he gets off on it. "

"Sounds a bit unstable."

Izumi's face twirked into something like a smile, "I don't know, I like him, he's very disrespectful to me."

"You say that as if it were a good thing," said jiseki.

"It's certainly more entertaining then what I'm used to."

"You've killed people for being insolent before," said jiseki.

"This is different," she touched the gouge in her arm, "normally people treat me with no respect because they consider themselves in a position of power above me, Izaya is an injured prostitute I saved from spending the rest of his life in a brothel... I could kill him... I could tear him apart any time I wanted," she smiled then, the emotion in her wide blue eyes completely unreadable, "his entire existence sits in my hands..." she laughed softly.

"It's not right, sir, every sane person will always bend to you... it's just human nature."

Izumi looked down, the light reflecting in her silver sunglasses, "It's the very nature of humanity I hate." she looked away for a second, "I don't know, maybe keeping him around will cause this feeling to wear off, but for now, no one is touch him, no matter the price."

"And when it does, I mean it's not like you can just let him back into the general population."

She gave a smile then, a small, unnatural smile as she straightening her sunglasses, "Yeah, speaking of which," she stood up and got in front of her jiseki, it happened in a second, she raised her leg and slammed him down the floor, standing on his hands, "why were you so foolish as to let him overpower you?'

The younger slowly and feebly raised his head, looking up at her submissively, "I didn't do it on purpose sir," he said weakly.

"Intentions are immaterial," she said, her voice hard and unforgiving, "I gave you a simple task that you didn't complete, that's all that matters." she shifted he foot slightly; her jiseki winced. My eyes widened at the next thing she said.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't break them."

Her jiseki looked up, his back and shoulders visibly cramping from the awkward position, "Excuse me sir?"

"You have 60 seconds to give me one reason why I shouldn't break your hands." her voice was so cold it was almost robotic, the only part of her face that seemed to move at all were her lips. Her eyes staring down at him in fixated disdain.

"Please, sir... I need my hands."

There was a dark sparkle over Izumi's sunglasses when she said, "That's not a reason."

"Please, sir," he grumbled pathetically, keeping his eyes downcast in traditional respect, "I didn't mean to let him go. It was an accident, I swear. I have always done just as you say down to the letter, I have been obedient and loyal-" Izumi moved her foot slightly, causing him to cry out in pain.

"Not good enough."

"Please, sir... I'm sorry... I'll do anything to make it up to you."

I watched as Izumi sighed and reached into her coat, pulling out a clean white handgun, her jiseki laid his head down and sobbed. She stood there, rubbing a shine into the gun with her coat.

"Do you know what would happen if I shot you, jiseki?" she asked casually, as if she were talking about the weather, "Another one just like you would take your place, if I killed him another one would come and so on and so forth..." she murmured thoughtfully, "There isn't a single soul on this earth that can't be replaced." during the entirety of her speech her jiseki hadn't raised his head of the floor. He lay there, obviously expecting Izumi's to be the last voice he would ever hear. Izumi stepped off his hands and sighed, "So don't screw up again." she said without looking at him.

The young jiseki raised his face from the carpet, there were tears on his face and his nose was running, "A-again?" he immediately prostrated himself, "Thank you! Thank you!" he said, rocking back and forth as if in the presence of a god.

For the first time I'd seen, Izumi's shoulder's were shaking with anger. She spun around, eyes blazing, "GET OUT!" she screamed at the small male, he picked himself up and ran out of the room, Izumi face softened back into expressionless as she flopped back down onto the couch. "You can come in any time you want, Izaya."

I wandered out of the room, steadying my tired body against the textured white walls, "How long have you known I was awake?"

"Since you muttered something about predictability." she pulled off her glasses and rubbed her eye gently, "I'm sorry, I'd forgotten how lonely that room can feel when you're young.

"Pardon me," she continued, replacing her glasses with a blank expression, "did you sleep well?"

"Very well," I said with crossing the room so I was standing behind the couch she was sitting in, and leaning forward on my elbows whispered, "but I guess that just shows the effectiveness of chloroform." in her ear with a smug smirk. She looked back at me with a glint in her glasses and before I had time to pull away, she grabbed me by the arm and in one swift motion pulled me over and onto the couch beside her, only upside down so my head dangled slightly off the edge.

She pulled away and not looking at me she explained, "I didn't want you to have nightmares."

Her explanation left me genuinely startled, I pulled myself up onto the couch and sitting on my calves so we were at eye-level I stared at her, her expression caught between bored and subtle melancholy, I leaned forward slightly and found myself toppling stupidly into her lap.

She grabbed me and gently pulled me back up so I was sitting, "Sorry, your rather lithe so chloroform has more lasting effects." she apologized.

I sighed tiredly and closed my eyes, my mind beginning to race slightly as the events of the last day and a half crossed my mind, "Who are you? Wh-what are you?"

"I am Izumi Chang," she stated simply as if that explained everything, she gently grabbed my chin and pulled me to look at her, "For now that's all you need to know." our eyes met for a long time, as if the first to look away would be revealing some unknown weakness, suddenly, her lips were on my neck and her thumb was caressing my cheek. I shifted uncomfortably, pulling away from her, her other arm quickly curled itself to the small of my back, effectively putting an end to that. I squirmed as I felt her tongue poke out during one of the kisses.

"I-Izumi..." I stammered out, my voice halfway between scared and breathless, I could feel myself become flushed. I'd been touched before, but not like this, when people touched me they were taking something away from me... It didn't feel like that, it felt like she was searching for something, something deep inside me, and I was scared. Her hand moved from my face to slide under the thin black cotton of my t-shirt, slightly cold it made me gasp. Slowly, her hand slid up and down over the center of my chest, stopping over my heart and just staying there. I knew she could feel my heart racing, and that scared me too.

"The human heart is such a fragile thing..." she said softly, "It can be broken with a single word... such silly ideas.. " she murmured nonsense, her fingers tapping gently across the center of my chest like the limbs of a spider.

It felt nice and wrong at the same time, my chest twisted not completely uncomfortably. Her tongue poked out gently over a scar near my collar bone, I whimpered and felt my own body tighten. The whole thing felt surreal, and for the first time I could remember there was a part of me that wanted to close my eyes, relax in her arms and let it happen. Whatever "this", whatever "it" was. It couldn't cause to much harm.

But it could, I had almost forgotten how I had gotten that scar. Daichi was moving on top of me, demanding I give him something, to fight him or love him and when I refused he wrapped his hands around my neck and started to choke me. I started laughing, my chest constricting painfully as tears refused to stop flowing. He asked me if I thought my situation was funny, and when I continued to laugh grabbed the pen off the bedside table and told me he would silence me forever. I assume his plan was simply to puncture my voice box, judging by the angle which he stabbed my throat. I probably would have bled to death if Arata hadn't heard my screams become quiet ad given Daichi a warning about damaging the merchandise.

If I let her manipulate me I'd be the little whore I was always accused of being. I squished my arms between our bodies and shoved her with all my strength, kicking and twisting. She didn't budge, "St-stop!"

Suddenly, she just let go, my body slamming down onto the couch, I stared at her as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, not looking at me.

"Sorry, I should have guessed you were ticklish," she said.

My eyes widened, did she really think that was the problem?

She chuckled, looking at me over her glasses, "I'm kidding, I said I wouldn't hurt you and I won't."

I said nothing, just attempted to rub the feeling of her lips off my neck.

"You want something to eat?" she asked, sliding off the couch.

"No thanks," as if just to spite me, my stomach gurgled.

"You like ootoro, right?"

I nodded.

(Izumi P.O.V.)

I gently caressed his cheek and pulled away, I smiled as one of his hands came up to gently rub the touch away. Ticklish.

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