WARNING! : Mentions of violence and implied rape. You have been warned.

A/N : Here's another story that I've written but put on drrrkink. Currently I'm rewriting it because I was a bit not satisfied with the last few chapters I've written for it. I'm just putting this here for easy editing. For this story, I'm changing my writing style a bit, going for more depth and stuff. Anyways, enjoy~

"What are you so happy about?"

Yagiri Namie tossed the paperwork in her hand on her table and sat down on the chair, swivelling it to face her current employer. The woman raised an eyebrow when all she got was a devilish smirk from him.

Izaya traced his weapon of choice in the air, creating invisible arcs and delicate swirls in his ecstasy. He was totally lost in his own world, completely disregarding Namie who was still waiting for an answer. After a few more minutes passed, he posed a question to his only assistant.

"Tell me, Namie…It's so obvious that Shizu-chan will win."

"That wasn't a question."

Izaya gave Namie an amused look. The merry glint in his eyes was clear and devoid of innocent intentions. In response, he merely shrugged and walked towards the other's workspace. Leaning his elbows on the tabletop, he glanced up to Namie.

"Details. Mere details, my dear Namie. So?"

The woman clad in the green turtleneck looked away from Izaya's stare and sighed.

"Well of course he would. I'm just surprised you still manage to find anyone who would willingly cross path with Shizuo."

A quiet chuckle reverberated in the spacious office located in Shnjuku. Izaya slid his elbows of the table and sat on it instead. He toyed with a paperweight placed on top an old picture depicting Namie and his younger brother during their childhood and hummed a tune familiar only to him.

"It's just as I've said before, Namie. Humans are unpredictable. Given a situation, some would do this and some would do that. Their spectrums of behaviour are just so intriguing, so amusing that I just..."

Izaya pushed the paperweight of the table and watched it fall to the floor with a heavy thump.

"…Can't help but love them."

"Aaah? Another one?!" growled a blonde man in a bartender uniform. He turned around to face one final attacker who was armed with a metal baseball bat and his face half-covered with a generic orange bandanna.

All around him, he was surrounded by a mass of writhing bodies that were contorted in pain from his powerful punches. Some were bleeding and gasping short breaths in agony; others with fractured bones or passed out from contusions.

For a while, none of the two moved an inch. The silence that permeated between them was only broken with the occasional groans from the downed assaulters. In a blind flash of panic and rage, the last of the assailants rushed forward and brought down the heavy bat. It hit Heiwajima Shizuo square on the left shoulder blade, the sound of a sickening crunch followed.

For a man who just got his collar bone smashed, he didn't even so much as bat an eye as he also sent the man flying into the opposite wall. Unfazed, he lit up a cigarette calmly and walked out if the area littered with sprawled bodies. Sliding out his cell phone, he placed a call to the hospital to send a few ambulances there

After finishing the call, he took another long drag of the stick. A frustrated groan left Shizuo's lips as he ran his fingers through his hair tiredly. He truly didn't want to hurt these people. He hated violence with a passion, but when you're against a crowd trying to snuff you out, there isn't much option.

It's do or die.

"…Fucking flea."

A/N : If you absolutely can't wait until I rewrite the whole thing, then...I've written up until chapter 13 on the drrkink part X page 35. Though, I'd really hope you wouldn't since there was a few parts I wanted to change a bit. But who am I to stop you? Haha... If there are any comments, feel free to review. Constructive reviews are welcomed.