Written in response to this prompt:

Izaya and Mikado are a team, a criminal team. They are serial rapists and/or killers.(A!anons choice) Izaya started it and coaxed Mikado into joining him. The only reason Mikado goes along with it is because he likes how exciting it is not knowing if he'll be caught or not. I don't care when it is written(Izaya getting Mikado to join him, them killing/raping people, them getting caught, etc.), but I don't want either of them feeling guilty about it.
Bonus if it's really bloody and gory.


There she laid, silently screaming in permanent terror, her organs splayed across the dusty field, half hidden in the tall grass. Mikado stood, his hands dripping still with the warm blood. Izaya laughed, picking up a handful of dirt beside her body.

"I am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord," Izaya began, with mock solemnity. "He that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live: and whosoever liveth and believeth in me shall never die."

Izaya threw the parcel of dirt over her body, and Mikado watched as it slowly dissolved into the blood, still silently, still in horror.

"Forasmuch," Izaya continued, smiling, "Forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty God of his great mercy to take unto himself the soul of our dear sister here departed, we therefore commit her body to the ground; earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust; in sure and certain hope of the Resurrection to eternal life, through our Lord Jesus Christ; who shall change our vile body, that it may be like unto his glorious body, according to the mighty working, whereby he is able to subdue all things to himself."

Mikado was sincerely solemn, his head hung low, covering his face in darkness. "Izaya," he said, lowly, "Stop it."

"Stop what? This? You aren't even a Christian, Mikado."

Izaya paused, looking into the sky, the night's stars obscured by the terrestial lights, as Mikado continued to keep vigil over the body. "It is the murdering, isn't it. It is your first, so you might still be affected by this guilt thing? Don't worry, you will lose it soon enough."

"I killed her." Mikado finally said, softly, "She didn't do anything, but I killed her..."

"What difference does it make," Izaya cheerfully replied, "if it weren't us, it would be some other thing that does her in. Beside, you've been cutting up Cats and Dogs and Corpses in Med School, what difference is there between that and this?"

"No," Mikado quietly replied, "Its not that."

"What then is the problem?"

"I enjoyed killing her, I enjoyed the excitement, the rush, but I shouldn't. I know I shouldn't."

"Mikado, you are really absurd." Izaya laughed, walking back to the car, Mikado shakily following him, "Extremely absurd. You know, your mother, God bless her soul, was right when she wanted to keep you away from me. The first time I masturbate..."

Mikado blushed, "Please, don't talk of these things."

"No, this is important, beside, you're a doctor, I am sure you've heard of worse things. The first time I masturbated was when I was thirteen, you were five at the time, which reminds me, how is dad coping with the loss of your mother?"

"He got remarried." Mikado said bitterly.

"I see, anyways, I was thirteen, you were five, and I wanted to masturbated, because everyone was all on about how great it feels, and I tried to imagine busty girls, men, everything. Guess what I masturbated off to."

"Please, I don't want to talk about this."

"This is important, Mikado, I masturbated off to you, when you were five years old. Don't worry, it isn't paedophilia, it was only you Mikado, it is only ever you. I knew then that I would never be normal, and now, it seems, neither will you. Must be in our dad's gene somewhere, even if he was a normal enough guy. Point is that there is no use fighting against the insanity."

Mikado looked back at the dead body, before entering the car.