Puppet On Strings

The raven walked in the rain, his arms wrapped around himself trying to stay warm. His body shuddering, his steps wobbly. He didn't know how long he could continue walking, he was tired, tired of running, tired of hiding. He leaned against a concreted wall, he slowly slid down, his legs finally giving up. It was over, what now. Just accept it? 'I'm gonna die.'

That's it?

"Izaya!"

'Huh?'

The raven forced himself to concentrate.

"Izaya!"

'Who?'

"Izaya!"

'Oh, right.. That's me...'

Suddenly, a warm enveloped the shivering raven, warm, strong and comforting arms wrapped around him pulling him to his feet. Izaya had to tightly grasp the clothes of the one holding him up to make sure he didn't fall again.

"Izaya..." the other panted out, he was wheezing... Was he running?

"It's.. It's okay, I'm here now..." the stranger said as he tightly hugged the raven.

Izaya still couldn't see the face of his savior, his vision was blurry but he could feel the hand that tenderly cupped the side of his face, the thumb of said tender hand lightly running over his cold trembling lips. The other leaned down and light pressed their lips toget-

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"Gaahh! IzaIza! Why did you rip up my beautiful story! I w-worked so hard on it!" The sad girl whined, she wore a black dress, a black hat and had brown hair in a bony tail neatly tucked in her hat. Said 'IzaIza', a short haired raven, with paled skin, and thin frame, if his flawless feminine features didn't make him interesting, his eyes did. Crimson eyes with a very light hint of brown, but no one ever noticed it, or took the time to notice. Those mysterious eyes narrowed to glare at the sad brunet.

"Erika, for the 100th time, I am not gay, never have I been with a man!" He said slowly and loudly.

"Neither have you been with a woman.." She whispered to herself. He was clearly upset by this, tho this is not the first time the girl has written a story like this.

"Really Erika, really? Why do you write this, and not just write it! Show it off to me, or worst, people I know!" The raven glared now throwing the story in the near by waste basket.

"Aww, IzaIza... I'm sorry... You're.. You're mad.. Cause it sounds kind of like your dreams...?" She asked in a small voice. The raven shot her a glare and she could feel herself shrink.

"S-Sorry.. Just.. It really inspired me... And.. I mean.. You know..." She said scratching the back of her head quietly. Izaya sighed rubbing his forehead trying to get rid of the headache that slowly started creeping in. He usually didn't mind the stories, he really didn't, he actually found them fascinating, maybe even flattering but this... No... He didn't like that.

The story was inspired by a recurring dream of his, a dream that woke him up in cold sweats, and wet teary eyes, the only comfort were the warmth of the arms in the dream he would try to cling to.

"Uhm.. Izaya.." The brunet said a little louder. The raven looked at her and she was looking at him determined.

"I-I'm not saying you're gay, but if you are, I'm saying it's okay!" she said trying to be brave.

"Wah.. What?" he was surprised by this.

"I.. I can.. Sometimes hear how your father treats you... And how.. He calls you all those.. Rude things..." She whispered, she grabbed the ravens hands. Izaya eyes went wide at that, he didn't know, he'd hope she was oblivious but no.

"O-Oh..." was all that left his mouth, he trembled a bit at the mention of his father.

"I'm sorry.. You had to hear those things then..." He apologized quietly feeling ashamed.

"N-No! What I'm trying to say is.. Don't listen to your father when he says that, I think that you should love who ever you fall for, regardless of gender!" she said squeezing Izayas trembling hand.

He looked at her with wide eyes, and he giggled a little, then laughed. The girl was not effected like this, she didn't let go of his hand. After Izayas laughter died down he looked at the ground.

"You're so weird..." He said gently pulling his hand away from Erika's grasp. She let go of it with a smile.

"I know." She chirped, she grabbed her things and began walking out of the ravens room.

"I'll be back later!" she waved goodbye and closed the door.

"So weird... Thank you." The raven giggle.

Izaya Orihara, the son of a infamous informant, infamous, because he was a corrupt man. He was not an honorable man, not in the least. He did underground deals, that he himself didn't hold on too. He used people as bait with out remorse. Since Izaya was born, his mother tried her best to shield him from his father, but when Izaya turned 13 his mother died of an illness. Till this day, he still hasn't figured out how, the doctors said it was unknown. Deep down, Izaya knows that's a load of bull, he will find out. He now is 22, it's been almost 10 years since that, and with his mother no longer there he has had to rely of his father. Which is also not such a good thing, his father uses him as bait, sends him to deliver information, sends him to get information, he is his fathers legs, if it seems to dangerous, he just sends Izaya, over the years, Izaya has learned to defend himself with a small switchblade. He has become an expert with it, he uses it as if it were a part of his body, and always keeps it on him for safety. Being the son of a man, who many people want to kill, yeah, it be best to be on the safe side. Izaya just cant leave either, his father will find him. He is a puppet on strings, and no matter how hard he tries, he just can't cut himself free. He himself wan't bad, he was just made to do bad things, his fathers reputation haunts him.

"Heh, i wonder if i could be like Pinocchio and ask to be a real boy... Hahahaha..."

Chained and Bound

I never really knew my father, I just knew he was a well known man. But don't get me wrong, just cause I didn't know him well doesn't mean I hate him or anything, he's still my old man. I know he was kind to me and my late mother, but I also knew what he did wasn't legal. Yes, my father wasn't one of the good guys I guess, but he wasn't necessary a bad guy? He was someone who would leave you alone as long as you left his family alone. And by family I just don't mean, his blood relatives, it also mean his man, people that were his 'family'. If you haven't figured it out by now, I'm guessing you're not very bright, so I might as well tell you. Yakuza. And yeah, I know I'm breaking the third wall or something here, but screw it, I'm gonna continue. Yes, my father was the head of a Yakuza family. The Heiwajima Family to be exact. He was a feared wealthy man, who knew how to get the job done while keeping his hands clean. He was rather cruel too, only when someone harmed the family did his, how do people call him? Oh, right, Monster, comes out. He did kill many, he did do illegal deals, he did regret things, but he did them. Yeah, he did things that don't make me proud to call him my father, but it's not like I can just disown him you know? He was the leader, and had to take charge as best as he could. By now you've probably noticed I kept using the term 'was' past tense, instead of 'is' present tense. Yes well, that man died, about a week ago. And trust me, I was devastated. Regardless what he did, he was my father, and he never hurt me. So I was shocked to know such a strong man had passed away. And before your mind goes reeling, no he didn't die in a shooting, or some Yakuza related incident, he died in his sleep, peacefully. And here I am, the son of the late leader of the Heiwajima Family, and not only do I have that but now I'm being pushed against a rock and a hard place...

"That's insane, I can't do it! I just can't!" the tall blonde yelled.

"It can't be helped, you are the next inline!" the one arguing with the blonde yelled back, it was an elder man, he had gray hair a dark green Obi, and wore traditional clothes with it. In the other hand, the blonde wore a bartender suit, since he wanted to distance himself from the Yakuza, he got a job as a bartender, he loved it.

"But..." The blonde argued, he tightened his fists and looked to his side, there was two small shrines in honor for his Mother, and now Father. Both have passed away.

"Shizuo..." The older man sighed, and placed his hand on the blondes Shoulder trying to calm him.

"I know you don't want this life... And I understand, but there are only two who can be the next head of the Family, you or your brother Kasu-" "No!" The blonde interrupted shooting the old man a glare.

"And since you won't let him be the head of the family, that only leave you..." he finished with a sigh.

'Why did I have to be the oldest?' the blonde asked himself, if he refuses they'll ask his younger brother to be the head of the house, and he was probably going to say yes, so either protect his brother by sacrificing himself, or let his brother take such a dangerous life? He sighed and tried to relax himself.

"Does... Does this mean I have to quit my job...?" He asked calmly, the elder raised an eyebrow.

"Well, no not necessarily, but... It would be best... You don't want to get that bar involved in this do you...?" He asked calmly, Shizuo stiffen at that. He didn't have a choice. Finally his body relaxed accepting defeat.

"Very well..." he let out with a heavy breath.

"So, you accept?" the elder man asked for confirmation.

"Yes." the blonde bartender said sitting up right, he sat on his knees, his hands placed on his thighs, his back straight staring at his honorable grandfather.

"Very well, now you must inform the rest of the house." The older man stated, stood up and walked to a corned of the room, a thick rope hung there, he tugged at it once and a bell could he heard. That bell meant there was a meeting, and everyone is the household had to meet in the main room which is where they were. Moment later, paper screen doors opened revealing many roads of men, woman and children sitting surrounding them, they didn't enter the room, they just sat outside the room, surrounding them, the only ones allowed inside the room were blood relatives.

Kasuka sat behind Shizuo, his last blood relative not counting the man who sat back down in front of him.

"Everyone. I have called you all here today, Shizuo Heiwajima, son of Kenta and Misao Heiwajima, has something to tell you all." he stated, causing some small murmurs that quickly died down.

Shizuo felt like a huge burden had been bestowed upon him, but he couldn't deny it. He stared at his grandfather and nodded closing his eyes, and loud enough for everyone to hear he stated.

"I, Shizuo Heiwajima, Son of Kenta Heiwajima, and his wife Misao Heiwajima, here by accept the position as the new head of the house. I here by give my word to do what's best for the family and protect you all." he bowed his head, accepting the new responsibility.

Shizuo could hear people clapping, and grateful cheering yet he didn't feel happy, he felt like he has been chained and bound.

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I know it's kinde of short buuut, i promise next one will be longer.

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