Prologue: Only for you

Heavy breathing echoed throughout the darkened room, the sound of panting and soft, feminine moans unable to be dismissed by audible ears. Pain wracked her small frame even as pleasure elated her senses. This was nothing new, yet Izaya couldn't help the cheshire grin that spread over his lips as the girl beneath him clung onto his shoulders, nails digging into his pale flesh.

She never spoke, every time they did this intimate act, just sighed and moaned, egging him on with her lustful lips. Izaya loved humans more than anything else but this was one of the things he loved the most. Manipulate their feelings and your request is as good as done.

Looking down at the exhausted girl beneath him, he spares her a smirk.

"Enjoy yourself?" She says nothing as he removes himself from her fragile frame, sitting on the edge of the bed. She wants to yelp at his harsh removal but restrains her turmoil behind steely eyes. The light from the window illuminates his figure but the girl does nothing to show she is upset with his unwillingness to continue.

He never was.

Rolling onto her side, all the shame that had gathered inside of her after all this time rushed to her stomach, a nauseating urge to vomit overtaking her. But she didn't. She was too prideful to ever show weakness in front of the one and only Izaya Orihara.

The bed sunk in further beneath her as Izaya leaned towards her, his breath caressing her ear.

"Are you ready for your job?" Another question that the girl would leave unanswered. But Izaya did not fret. Laying his long fingers on her exposed thigh, he continued to speak smugly into her ear. "We had a deal after all."

A deal. The girl finally produced a reaction as she scoffed quietly. This was much less a deal than it was sexual persuasion. In the end though, they both knew she would oblige, no matter his request. Because this foolish girl "loved" him~. The thought made Izaya want to laugh but instead he continued to prod the girl, earning him a reaction much more worth his amusement.

Small blond hairs rose along her spine as Izaya drug his fingers up her back.

"Won't you kill… Shizu-chan~?"

In that darkened room, where silence was now the only sound, the girl stared ahead of her with a glazed over vision. She nodded.

"Yes."

Izaya lips curled upwards into a menacing smirk.

Heiwajima Shizuo was as good as dead.