This is so so so different from what the anime has been telling us, hahaha. Yeah, totally goes against it. Oh well ;D

Disclaimer: It's called FAN-fic for a reason, y'know.

Thanks for viewing! Hope you like it~ (Even though it's a very rushed and uglier version...Yeah...sorry about that.)

Black pen twirling in my hand, I took several glances at the digital clock perched on the desk in front of me. 9:11. Eleven minutes late. I snort and tightly grip onto the pen, suddenly halting the spins that made two to three 360's at a time.

9:12. The boy is tardy. Ooh, that's not good.

The lights were off, making it completely dark in my office. So pitch black, - not that I'm complaining, - I almost didn't notice the door cracking open. A full head of blonde hair popped up into my black room, contrasting it very nicely. I watched the blonde carefully. He shuts the door quietly, taking as long as he could as it doesn't make a peep, and closes.

"You're late, Kida-kun." I frowned, staring hard to find his face expression. But he kept a pretty decent poker-face. I could barely tell what he was thinking. Ha. Same old Kida-kun. Oh, how I wish you didn't have to break my rules.

Then he frowns too, except, I could tell from the look on his face that the frown showed despise. My eyes swiftly traveled his irises, his emotions. I tried to examine him some more, but I heard him growl. I look away and grimace as he shivers and shrugs his shoulders, as if to shake off the cold in my office that I've grown long accustomed to. It cooled my anger down. For now.

"Why were you late?" I asked with a snarl at the back of my throat, getting up from my big leather chair.

Taking long strides around my desk in a flash, I towered over him from a meter away. Kida Masaomi-kun looked as though he wished to toss a vending machine at me. I saw deep in his serious honey eyes how he hated me. Kind of like Shizu-chan - no, no, no, not Kida-kun. He wouldn't. Well, even if he would, I won't let him.

"Where were you?" I demanded, red eyes narrowing.

The blonde swallows. I watched his amber eyes rolling from one side of the room to the other. He was shifting his feet uncomfortably; I could feel his nervous vibes and awkward tension. Kida Masaomi, I have no time for this.

"I-I was out..." he stammered, "O-out helping S-Saki with her groceries..." His words trailed off into silence. From that moment on, I knew that he knew he was in trouble. He should have known better. If he had, I wouldn't have to do this. How that makes me so mad is just incredible. 'Cause really, couldn't he have just listened?

"There's lots of work to be done, Kida-kun." I said, "People who don't follow my orders and loaf around, face the consequences." My voice remained low, and my eyes glinted. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Kida-kun stare at his shoes.

He hesitates before speaking. Ugh. Calm down. You may be angry, but you can control it. Snapping isn't your style, Izaya.

"I-I know. I'm sorry. It won't happen again-"

I snapped.

A split second later, a red mark was left on his usually clean soft skin. It was automatic! He looked so pitiful and so dumbfounded, sad eyes and quiet look, you needed to. Ahhh! I need to vent it all out. But instead, my body refused to cooperate. I swiftly grappled his slender arm. Tightly. I caught him wince at my snatch, his eyes narrowed and his mouth pointed down. The atmosphere intensified. "People who don't work see my bad side. But you. You've already seen my bad side." Masaomi looked up at me with pleading eyes. I release my hold on him with not much of a care.

"And you don't want to see that side of me again, do you?"

He stayed silent.

"Five lashes as punishment, Masaomi." I scowled.

He was obedient to my command and complied, silent. The blonde fell to his knees with his back turned and sweater lifted. That's a good boy. On his skin, under his shirt, there were bruises. Red stripes and stains that looked permanent and very painful. Just goes to show what would happen if people don't listen.

I unbuckled my belt. Masaomi quivered a little.

I didn't know how often I lashed him. And I didn't really care, just as long as he followed orders. Which he did not.

My hand pulled my velvet belt out of its sockets. I brought the leather strip over my head for a whipping on the blonde's back. Some conscious thought at the back of my head told me to stop right when I was in position, but I pushed the idea aside and struck.

One.

A brand new mark on his already abused back. Fortunately for him, it didn't break through his skin. I pulled back for another lash.

Two.

This one broke him. He inched that little bit forward in discomfort as the blood oozed out of the fresh cut. The drops weren't the size of even a pea, but the next one will change that. I drew back once more.

Three.

Quiet, angry words happened to escape my mouth while my eyes traced over his giant cuts. The blood was definitely noticeable, - because actually, it was as sticky as hell. My belt almost stuck onto his bruises; good thing I tugged it off before it could cause a bigger injury on the boy cowering in front of me. I could tell he was stifling down his whimpers. But I paid no mind to them and quickly drew back to whip him.

Four.

His body definitely shook at contact, the blood dripping from more than one spot. It must have ached to have that big of a wound on the line of his spine. I silently sighed and bring my arm, gripping onto the belt, up.

I looked down at him.

The injury was unbearable to look at. It was horrible. Even when some of the blood had dried up, the fresh blood happened to slide over the dried blood, making it sticky and warm and uncomfortable. I decided I didn't want to think of his wounds anymore. So shaking him out of my thoughts, I brace myself.

Five.

"Ngh!" A small sob burst from his squeezed-shut lips. My eyes narrowed.

"Weak," I spat as I tied my belt back in place. He was quiet, looking up at me with his same pleading eyes. "You'd have died by yourself, Masaomi. Remember that."

He nods, glancing saddeningly back down at the hardwood floor.

I stared long and hard at him one more time before turning to grab my phone I had left on my desk.

"Now pull yourself together and come join me at Namie's place. No more delays." I ordered, checking the clock on my phone with a swift glimpse.

9:54.

I said no more to the shivering boy and turn on my heel. My strides made a huge noise in the silent room, which hadn't been so quiet a couple of minutes before.

Exiting my office, I hear him begin to weep.

Review, anyone?

(Sorry for the OOC-ness of them both. I know Izaya's not a softie at heart and Kida's not a baby like that. I know. I suck. D:)

Bonus Question:

"Anyone know what Kida's past was like? When he was still a child, running around with Mikado? (Just curious. Didn't seem like anyone knew, so...)"