/This one is a bit longer, maybe a bit gruesome for some... but the things people do for love. I'M SORRY! I CAN'T HELP MYSELF WHEN I WRITE, IT JUST COMES OUT! I'LL MAKE SURE MY NEXT ONE WOULD BE FULL ON YAOI!/

Izaya took out the gun, and he saw the blonde flinch, probably thinking he would kill him with it. "Do you remember a weak, lonely little boy with brown eyes and brown hair?" Izaya asked almost inaudible, but Shizuo heard it, snarling. "And if I did?" Izaya smiled sadly again. "Because I remember you. Nobody liked me, except my teachers and my sisters, I was smart, I was family. That's it. Then came along a strong little boy who would play with me. Needless to say, I fell in 'love'. I was ten." Izaya laughed scornfully before looking up to see the blonde seething, his anger probably blocking him out. "I became obsessed with ridding myself of this emotion, I never needed love. My parents didn't love me, and my sisters were my responsibility… And yet, I fell in love with the person who hated me the most." Izaya looked down again and continued. "I tried for four years, dating randoms, boys and girls. But it never left. I became so desperate I went to the black market. But what I found didn't rid me of it but it grew. Information was what I found. You were infamous then and infamous now." Izaya sighed.

Shizuo watched the raven carefully, still wanting to kill him but couldn't because he looked like he was physically in pain. "There was a group called 'Succubus'. They wanted to kidnap you and profit from you, it was before we started high school. I made a deal with them." He watched him flinch before continuing. "Like their name, they were sex traffickers. I sold my body so you wouldn't have to. They were horrible. Their trademark was the worst, using black market medicine, they would change your eye colour to red, and hair colour to black if not already." He watched him tremble, as if horrorfied by the thought, he wasn't convinced… yet. Izaya lifted his head again, his crimson eyes filled with pain that reminded Shizuo of victims that were subjected to terrible criminal acts. He lifted his fingers to his left eye and covered it. "They tied you down, no anesthetic, and stuck a needle in, there were a lot of girls, innocent girls. Some died because they kept moving, some died because of the pain. They liked that, beautiful people writhing in pain. I was special... I was a boy but I wasn't beautiful, they doubled the pain factor. Then they would sent you straight to work, people with the most frightening fetishes. You would go home and find wounds over wounds. The girls were blackmailed for their services. They made quite a lot of money." Izaya dropped his head down again. "That could've been you... I wouldn't want that to happen to you... you would be the last person I want that to happen to..." Izaya murmured sadly.

"And then I met you again, there was lots of people who had grudges on you, who wanted you to pay… But they became afraid, because I brought out the monster in you." Izaya admitted it, and was sorry, but didn't regret it because it saved the one he loved. "It hurt you." Shizuo no longer growled or snarled from a distance but was silent. "I could've defend myself." He said. Izaya shook his head. "You didn't knew what their plans were, it was horrible… They would rape you, torture you and wait for your body to heal. Before repeating it all over again." Izaya wrapped his jacket around him before thinking again and removing it, before he ripped his shield. He folded it up as if he was calm, inside he was a raging storm of pain and hate and love. It burned him life the Inferno of hell, killing him from the inside.