I know I should be working on the rest, but we had a little twist in plans and my brain wants this. So yay. Feel free to throw some ideas into the game, since I came up with this on the spot and have absolutely no idea were is it going. Oh and this are the scientist if you were wondering.
Disclaimer: Nop, not owning, just enjoying.
The puffy cloud of air escaped through his lips. It was cold down here, it was always so cold. His crimson eyes darted around the metal cage, the cage that trapped his body, his soul. Shakes erupted through his body as unbelievable hunger started nesting in his stomach. Not for food, for love. His eyes twitched as once red became dark brown and then red again. Hunger, hunger devoured him. He lost them. He lost everybody that cared. His soul was empty, resonating with growls of the best. The best wanted to love. But there was no one to love. Where were they? Why were they hiding from him? He just wants to love. To love all of them.
Just like Saika loved him.
"How is the subject doing?"
"The pain should come in about now."
He choked on the air as beast hungrily clawed its way through his throat. It cared none for him; it wanted to love the others. The ones hiding in the back room. It craved to love them, so much. It wanted to love them, and it would not stop until it did so. Love destroyed him. He had no love to give to the beast and that destroyed him. Beast grabbed and grabbed and grabbed. Caring nothing for his destroyed soul. It rose from his stomach clawing its way out, falling again, and trying right after that. He pressed himself against the wall, trying to breathe, but the beast would not let him. He felt tears slip from his eyes and blood drip from his mouth. It hurt. It hurt so much to love. Especially when he had no one to love. His soul has been torn apart, for he was just a tool. A tool for monster to love with.
"Will he survive?"
"He has to."
Fire ate his skin away, climbing from inside, in hungry daze. He couldn't stand it. His mind was falling apart, not able to find logic in all of this. He was mortified, feeling the deaths chilling presence above him. He felt as it presses the scythe against his neck, whispering taunting words at him. He couldn't breath! Love ate away all his power to breath, there was nothing left, no air. He needed love, love was his air now. He is going to die without it.
"Go on now, give him what he needs."
The door opened. Small trace of light shined so bright in his desperate eyes. He closed them, as the pain threatened to kill him, letting the tears fall freely. He shook in fear, in desperation, in love.
"Shhh, everything is going to be okay."
He stiffened as the soft voice came. The beast in his stomach curiously turned his head, but he refused to open his eyes. To scared of the pain coming again. He shivered when warm finger went through his hair, comfortingly stroking him.
"Shhhh, it's okay."
He shook out of fear and out of happiness. Somebody cared. Somebody came for him, they loved him. Loved him so much that they touched him. He cried in joy of the moment, but fear of pain still lingered above him. He dared not to move, to lift his head and open his eyes, or whoever was above him might hit him, electrocute him, or worse…disappear. He did not want them gone. The beast's claws didn't hurt so much when they were here.
"Izaya, look at me."
He complied and shakily looked up. There was a girl sitting next to him. She smiled gently and pushed her fingers further into his hair. He broke. He lunged himself at her crying like he never did. Letting all the beast's love come and seep to her. The beast loved her so much, so Izaya decided to love her too. He needed to. He couldn't breathe without her love. He felt that.
And then the beast turned to love and love soaked itself in Izaya's five year old mind. The girl held him tight, smiling all the way through his blinding experience. All that love attacked his mind, rebuilt his soul for a new purpose, and finally devoured his heart. Made it work just for her. Just for the one that came.
He fainted. He fainted, overwhelmed by love. His head in her arms. She smiled as she trailed her finger across his tear-stained face, listening to the drum of his heart regain its steady beat. He breathed softly into her neck, addicted to her sent, the way she felt. The love she gave him.
"So Namie, do you like him?" the elder man entered the room, the same man who kidnapped the boy cleverly making it seem like he died.
"Yes uncle, this is the best doll you ever gave me." Seven year old Namie Yagiri clutched her fingers possessively around her new doll.