You can't simply do something without a reason, can you? No, you cannot. So when the man answered that he had no reasoning for doing something of the likings of this, Izaya could not understand.

Everything had a reason. Whether it be the most stupid, disgusting, horrible reason out there, everything and he meant everything had a reason behind it.

Izaya bucked in the seat he was currently tied to, groaning through the duct tape that was over his mouth. He could feel the ropes rubbing his wrists raw, and he could tell that if he kept struggling, the chair would eventually flip over and wind up hitting his head on something, but he was absolutely determined to get out of this hell-hole. How he ended like this, how he ended up like this was completely horrifying to think about, and it made him thrash a little more against his restraints, which were all rope, keeping him confined to this chair he sat upon.

"Mmf," sounded the brown headed male, lifting his head and glaring up at the man who had put him like this. "Mfou fuuffm bimch!"

It was like trying to speak, but you were mute. It was practically impossible, and already Izaya knew that the man wouldn't be able to understand his simple sentence: "You fucking bitch."

The man leaned close and grabbed Izaya's chin in his hand, lifting the head a little more than it already had been. He brought himself dangerously close, Izaya noticed, close enough to thrust his head forward and hopefully hit the man's head, too. Though, thinking of the consequences at this moment in time...

"This is what you get, Izaya," whispered the man with gold hair. He was a man that Izaya did not know; nor did he want to know, either. "Because you fucked with my girlfriend, I will make sure your last hours will be pure hell."

Izaya's crimson eyes widened when suddenly everything came back to him. He knew who this male was, and he remembered him quite well, actually.

If he could, the brunette would have smirked. Shizuo couldn't possibly do anything to make Izaya's last hours hell, because he would never accomplish in killing the informant. The thought of it was impossible, because Shizuo had not come close to killing Izaya in the past, and now... now... he would do the same. He would rough him up, then he would let him run off and chase after him. Just like every other day... like every other time they met in this place.

When the blonde male pulled out a familiar flickblade, however, that's when Izaya's blood ran cold.

He had not remembered everything from what he had forgotten. Only, now he did.

You can't be too-sure you're going to get out of this one when you literally fucked with someone else's girlfriend, in said someone's home, in said someone's bed.

"Ihh wfff omlhh cho grt choo chelus." said the brunette, despite the duct tape covering his mouth still. It was only to get you jealous. However, Shizuo didn't seem to exactly like this practical joke.

Go a little too far, this time?