Izaya Orihara hated dogs. Hated them. He always claimed that it was just because they barked annoyingly, but actually, he had been attacked by one as a young child. They still scared him, sometimes to the point of...well...he didn't like to admit it, but he'd always had a nervous bladder. As a child, he'd actually had to wear diapers well past the normal age, because he would wet himself when he was scared or anxious or anything, really. He had been bullied horribly throughout elementary school because of this-the waistband of the diapers was clearly visible whenever he bent over, and the other kids picked up on it very quickly. Now, at twenty-three, he wore thin pull-ups that wouldn't do much if he had a full accident, but hid small leaks quite well. And that was good, because those happened far more often than he would have liked. He tended to lose control when he laughed or ran, two things that he did on a daily basis.
It was humiliating to have a little "accident" while escaping from Shizuo. The monster never noticed, but what if the pull-ups leaked? What if he wet himself completely? What if his shirt rode up and Shizuo saw Izaya's childish undergarments? He'd never live it down, and that damn monster would tell everyone! And on top of all that, the information broker still wet the bed, almost every night. Namie didn't know, but there had been some close calls, nerve-wracking occasions when she'd almost walked in on him changing his soaked diapers, or commented on the smell of urine that sometimes clung to him in the morning. In fact, that was how he'd ended up in his current predicament.
Namie had come into his room just seconds after he'd taken the used diaper off, and he had to hide it behind his back, hoping that she wouldn't notice his flushed cheeks or the odor. Fortunately, she was still half asleep, and as such noticed nothing. After she left, Izaya was so thrown off that he forgot to use the toilet before leaving for Ikebukuro. He was off to annoy Shizu-chan, eager to ruin the blond's day off. He walked the whole way, humming under his breath and wondering what would piss him off She the most. There was a pressure in his abdomen, but he ignored it. There were bathrooms in Ikebukuro, he could wait. When he finally found Shizuo, he was about to run up to him...but the need to void his bladder was becoming urgent. With a sigh, Izaya looked around for a restroom. The nearest one was across the street, so he hid in the crowd as he made his way over.
Just as reached the door, something tugged at his pants leg. Izaya looked down and saw a huge dog pulling on him. He gasped and tried to push it off, not noticing that he was peeing himself. His pull-up became damp, then wet, then saturated. A dark stain appeared on his pants, and he only realized what he had done when the dog finally let go. Shame washed over him. How could he have done something so childish? Before he could figure out what to do, a familiar voice screamed his name. "IIIIIIIIZAAAAAAAYAAAAAAA!" Shizuo always did have bad timing.