sdfhskj! :'D Chapter 2 is here! And.. well.. it's been here, in my spiral, for a while. :'3 But I guess I just wasn't up for typing it yet. D': BUT YOU'LL BE GLAD TO KNOW THAT I'M ON PAGE 17 IN MY SPIRAL. :'D And chapter 1 was only page one and half of page 2 ~ So this is probably gonna be a long fanfic, and I hope y'all will stick with me through thick and thin ~
Pairing: IzayaxKida (Kizaya)
Rating: NC-17, M
Warnings: YAOI, rape, underage sex
Disclaimer: I don't own Durarara!, Kida, or Izaya, sadly. T___T
Kida Masaomi would always wonder how much time would pass from when he had placed the crane to when Kanra would come and take it into his possession. It would usually happen sooner than he expected. For on that day, once Kida Masaomi was no longer in view from his house, a shadow fell over the lonely crane. Steady hands slowly unfolded it, a chuckle slipping out from the figure's mouth, as the letter was read.
"Ah ~ Humans are so interesting." the stranger mused. By now, the stranger had emerged from the shadows. It was a man, obviously older than Kida Masaomi, but not by too much. His short black locks could not hide his piercing red orbs, or his undeniably growing smirk. He held the letter that was addressed to 'Kanra-san' whimsically.
"'Bakyura' is most definitely my favorite human." Thoughts of this 'favorite person' were broken as a phone started to ring. A reluctant hand pulled the phone out of one of the large pockets on his coat, and 'Kanra' sighed, as he pressed the talk button.
"What do you want?" He snapped. There was a short period of silence, where the only thing that could be heard was the rush of cars. The person on the other end then replied.
"Onii-chan, he's soo cu-"
"IIIIIIIIIIIZZZZZAAAAAYYYYYYAAAAA!" That was all 'Kanra', now identified as Orihara Izaya heard before a vending machine crashed on the Kida family mailbox right in front of him.
"Tch. Mairu, I can't talk right now." Orihara Izaya shut the phone quickly and started walking the direction opposite where the vending machine had come from. Screaming and yelling could be heard from that direction, getting louder, so Orihara Izaya began to quicken his pace. Oh Shizu-chan ~ You spoiled my fun!
He chuckled. I need to reply to 'Bakyura' soon ~ He began to skip as he neared his apartment. "Ah ~ What fable should I string together today I wonder?" Out of his other deep coat pocket, he pulled a cell phone that matched his, except the colour of his was black, while this one was a pale yellow.
"I hope my little 'Bakyura' appreciates my gift!" Orihara Izaya mused as he walked into his apartment and over to his desk, which had a pad of paper and a pen conveniently placed on top. Stripping his coat, he sat down in his chair and took the pen in his hand.
Kida sat in his room. He was alone, except for the silence which wrapped around his snugly. There were many papers sitting in front of him, which he frowned at while looking over them. They were all letters, titled 'To Bakyura", which made him cringe.
He had no idea why he had kept all of these letters. He guessed it was because he wanted to let go, but he knew that it was because he couldn't let go. He often read through all the letters from the man that he had foolishly trusted, always searching for when he had been caught in his sick evil trap. He picked up one letter in particular.
This was probably the letter that had put the wheels into motion. This letter was probably the beginning of him being trapped in Orihara Izaya's web. He read it. And read it. And read it. He read it over five times, before crumpling it and throwing it across the room. His head fell into his hands.
"SHIT!"
Bakyura-chan,
Konnichiwaaa ~ I'm so excited to hear from you again, Bakyura-chan ~ ! I'm happy to see you're persevering through all that's troubling you. It saddens me to hear you say that your family doesn't understand you. But Bakyu-chan, I have a question for you. Did you ever bother trying to give them a chance to understand you? Or did you just lock yourself away, thinking that it was already too late?
Ah, Mikado-kun again? Bakyu-chan, I must inform you that you've told me about Mikado-kun before. Many times, I must add ~ He sounds like a good friend. You must have a thing for him, eh? But 'Bakyuran', you're mine.
Bakyu-chan, there isn't one single thing you could do for me, that would make me happier than what you already do for me now. You accept a man like me. You write me these letters. Is that not enough for you? Very well ~ I can accept that. Bakyu-chan... did you see the little gift that I left for you? My number is programmed in for you you, under my real name. Please, contact me whenever you'd like to. I'll always be there for you.
Sincerely, Orihara Izaya
Kida Masaomi blinked. So Kanra-san is a male. I thought so. He read over the end of the letter again. Orihara... Izaya... Hadn't he heard that name before? He shook his head, dismissing the thought. I'm so happy that he trusts me enough to tell me his real name..
The cell phone which Kanra-san, no, Orihara Izaya, had given him sat on his desk, untouched. "Kanra – Orihara-san actually bought this for me?" A pang of guilt shot through his body.
"Ah, maybe I'm becoming a burden to him... Writing to me must take up some of his time, which annoys him..." Lost in his thoughts, he slipped his fingers around the small from of the cell phone. His thumb stroked the screen. What an intense shade of yellow.
After a minute of just admiring the colour of the phone, Kida Masaomi snapped his head up. Amber eyes traveled back to the letter. To a specific sentence.
'But 'Bakyuran', you're mine.'
The door to his room opened. He didn't have to look up to tell who it was, because the piercing red eyes looking into him gave it away.
"What are you doing here? You already had your fun yesterday." Kida stood up, turning his back to the intruder. "Don't I get a break?"
"Now now Masaomi. I think I deserve something more, after not enjoying my favorite part of our time together~" His hand was in his coat pocket, searching for something. Kida winced, and he found it. The blade reflected the light of Kida's desk lamp, which made it look almost heavenly, if it hadn't been a blade.
"Please.." Kida turned to Izaya, urgency in his eyes. He had escaped this once, and that was obviously one too many times for Orihara Izaya. Their eyes locked, and Izaya's narrowed, his smile growing.
Kida understood this look. He dropped his head in defeat, and assumed the position that the man obviously wanted him in. He stripped himself of his shirt first, then slowly slipped down his jeans, leaving him only with his boxers.
Out of Izaya's pocket he pulled another item. A blindfold. Kida smirked. It was yellow. He turned his back once again to the older man, so that he could tie the blindfold over his eyes. Kida clenched his fist, with Izaya obviously noticing, because he grabbed the younger boy's hands, and bent down to his ear.
"Relax ~ This will all be over soon." Kida knew it wouldn't. It would never be over. He twitched as he felt something cold running over his back. It was time for Izaya's favorite part of their game.
"My my! Our games seem to be leaving some scars." His wet tongue trailed down a shallow scar on his back. It was from a cut. A cut that Orihara Izaya had given him. And there were many more.
In one swoop, Kida found his boxers around his ankles, and a hand traveling down his backside. It stopped at the most obvious scar, very low on his back. It was the scar from the first night that Izaya had violated him, and it was, by far, the worst. Orihara Izaya was carved into him, made so that it would never fade, and he would belong to the man forever.
A/N: So I recently read an amazing Kizaya fanfiction, that I wanted to share with you all. :'D It's not on , which is why I never knew of it til last night, when a friend sent me the link. It has such an amazing story, it's written so well, and it's really long. It really goes into the dark side of Kida and Izaya having a relationship. I hope one day I'll be able to write like this. :') If you'd like to read it, PM me for the link. :'D