"When Mikado had come here to Ikebukuro, I promised myself never to go back there again, to forget the past and just continue living my life normally. But these memories stick to me like glue. I could never forget. I won't ever forget. No matter how hard I tried." One-shot! (2nd chap in Izzy's pov)

Sorry! Sorry! So so sorry! My gawd, I haven't been here for a while! (actually just a few weeks or something, but whatever,) And I deeply apologize to the people who care! ; A ;

Anyway, to those of you who asked for a sequel for "In a Tangle of Yellow and Black"? You'll kinda have to wait, 'cuz I'm dying whenever I try to continue it. My parents look at me like some weirdo. (but it's actually pretty funny to see their faces when they see me) I was blushing just typing up THAT WORD/BODY PART that only guys have. Yeah, well, I told you before--I've never written anything lemony-smutty level before. D: Hope this (fail) fanfic will make up for it in some way? ^^"

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Durarara!!, otherwise it'd turn it into some sort of Kida-centric thing.

Anyhoo, thanks for viewing and hope you like it!


The door shut quietly behind me. Words froze in my throat as I looked up at the red-eyed man, Izaya. I gave him a weak scowl as he stared me down through hard scarlet eyes. The maroon orbs pierced me like ragdolls stabbed by daggers, sending a chill down my spine. I felt myself shudder in the dark cold office he owned.

"You're late, Kida-kun." he grimaced maliciously at me through the black room.

I let out a breath and didn't reply, now standing in front of his modern wooden desk while he sat leisurely on his onyx leather chair. I detested the way he spoke to me in such a casual tone. Because he wasn't being casual, the asshole. I gulped back a lump in my throat.

"Why were you late?" There was a snarl at the sound of his voice. He got up from his chair as he spoke, and walked around his desk with a few quick strides. I suddenly wished I were like Shizuo, who could throw a vending machine at anyone he wished. "Where were you?" Izaya demanded, now towering in front of me in an intimidating fashion.

If I could, I definitely would throw a vending machine right at his face--better yet, I would throw him out the window. My eyes trying desperately to look away from his glares, his blood-red irises caught my look, bringing me back into reality. I shift my feet uncomfortably.

"I-I was out..." I stammered, "O-out helping S-Saki with her groceries..." My words trailed to silence. We both knew anyone working under Izaya were to follow his game by his rules. I, on the other hand, made a huge mistake. I broke one of his rules. I took too long, too much time with her. And Izaya doesn't approve of it. Damn.

"There's lots of work to be done, Kida-kun." Izaya's eyes flashed like a bright city light, but his voice remained low. "People who don't follow my orders and loaf around, face the consequences."

"I-I know. I'm sorry. It won't happen again--"

He slapped me so hard and fast, tears came to my eyes. I blinked them back even as he grabbed my arm. His fingers seeped through my white sweatshirt and dug into my skin. I bit back a wince. "People who don't work see my bad side. But you. You've already seen my bad side." He abruptly let go of my arm.

"And you don't want to see that side of me again, do you?" he darkly tormented.

I said nothing. I feared any wrong word might just make the consequence worse. What he did - and still does - to me is bad enough.

"Five lashes as punishment, Masaomi."

I knew better than to protest. Protesting would only make the informant angrier. Instead, I turned around, fell to my knees, lifted my hoodie, and bowed my head against the pain I knew would come. It was only five lashes anyway. Silently Izaya drew his belt.

He whipped his belt at me and the first blow hit--I fought hard not to cry out. The velvet stung, but it wasn't all that bad. The second broke skin and sent stabs of pain down my back. I bit my lip and tasted copper.

Faintly, I heard him whisper angry words about how stupid I am, cursing me for all the "wrong-doing's" I have done and how many times I have done so as he continued to strike. He muttered about Saki, and how he swore to keep away from her if I followed his directions. Which I stupidly didn't. Three, I counted. Four. With the fifth hit, a sob burst from my lips.

"Weak," Izaya spat as he tied his belt back in place. "You'd have died by yourself, Masaomi. Remember that."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

"Now pull yourself together and come join me at Namie's place. No more delays."

I listened as his deliberate steps crossed the room and the door firmly shut behind him. Once he was out of sight, the threatening tears at the corners of my eyes spilled without my permission. I let my limping body sink to the floor, trembling from the cold or the pain, I don't know. The cool air in the atmosphere of his room brushed me on the back. It was rough against my skin.

I gagged on my own tears as they fell down my face. Then I lost control and just bawled. More sobs and cries flew out of my mouth, along with a throbbing ache that came with every breath. Fresh tears flowed down my hot face every time I sucked in some air, sometimes slipping between my parted lips. I tasted salty water as I noticed the pain only seemed to grow the more I wept.

"Dammit..." I dryly cried between breaths, "Damn it!" The salty streaks of water left on my face dried up as I sulked and miserably thought at how I came to this position.

Saki Makijima. She's very important to me. I wouldn't know what I'd do if anything were ever to happen to her. But that bastard, Izaya, swore he'd only protect her if I did as I was told. He wouldn't touch her. Nothing bad would happen to her.

And we both knew I had to take that deal. But only the damn bastard knew I couldn't keep to that promise.

I supported myself on my hands and knees, eventually staggering to my feet. My weeps hushed to soft whimpers as I struggled to keep my balance, holding the edge of the asshole's desk to help myself up. My white sweatshirt fell back in place, keeping out the cool air yet at the same time itching the skin underneath. I choked a couple times before finally clearing my throat and regained my cool posture. My back pestered me to no end, but I somehow managed to stay calm about it.

I headed towards the door and barely made it outside when the pain suddenly slid up a notch and I dropped to the floor again. I reached around and touched my back. My hand came away sticky with blood.

Huh. It wasn't normally this bad. I cringed as I tried to pull the cotton away to feel the skin beneath, but cotton and blood and skin stuck together. Redness shimmered before my eyes.

Damn, I thought, it really is that bad. I guess I really couldn't push myself to move. But then again, I can't stay here. Otherwise, who knows what'll happen? I strained myself once more and got on my feet. My head began to spin as I faltered forward to the door.

My hand touches the steel cold door knob. I turn it slowly and finally take a step outside the bloodied room. Breathing deeply, I limped and went on my way.

Okay, just to get this straight, if you like this story, you can kindly favorite it. Or review. Although both is highly recommended! :D (Extra goodies: you should try reading the book, "Bones of Faerie". [Author is Janni Lee Simner] She inspired me to write this fail angst stuff. And trust me, her story is better than mine. Even though it's her first time on angst-y stuff too.) Once you're done, it'd be nice if you scroll down and answer my bonus question in your review too. If you don't mind. (It's just for fun! You don't have to if you don't want to!)

If you don't like it, the least you could do is keep away from the flaming. I would really appreciate it if you would nicely review the problem, instead. That would be just dandy. (And answer the question please~) ^^ That's okay, right?

Now for the sorta-spoiler-but-not-really-I-guess bonus question!

"Who is Saki Makijima and how is she connected to Kida and Izaya?"

Answer in the most kindred way possible in your review and we'll see what goes on afterwards! Thanks!