History always repeats itself…

Sunday Morning Continued

Izaya felt Shizuo wrap his arm around his shoulder, pulling him in closer. Izaya complied and cuddled with his monster, his soft, sexy, irresistible, sweet, oh god…what the hell is he saying? Izaya Orihara doesn't use sexy or sweet especially not when describing Shizuo. But wasn't he supposed to use 'those' types of words? Shizuo is his boyfriend after all and couples do that, right? Couples…he and Shizuo are a real couple, the signs are obvious. Why is it so damn hard for him to truly realize it?

Shizuo looked at Izaya and saw the sadness on his face. He gently lifted the raven's chin up and looked at him with concerned eyes.

"You okay, Izaya?"

"I'm fine…" Shizuo didn't believe him, not for a second. Though Izaya didn't realize it, Shizuo had learned a few tricks on how to determine if he was lying or not, sneaky brute.

"No you're not fine. Tell me what's wrong." Izaya pulled away from Shizuo avoiding any further eye contact with the man. This wasn't Shizuo's problem; he wouldn't allow it to be. This was something he had to do on his own without Shizuo. He's the last person Izaya would want to see harmed by him. It always comes back to that, the black stain on his life, left behind by him.

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Bound, bruised, broken, helpless…he couldn't escape. He had been stripped naked, raped for god knows how long, burned, beaten, starved, tormented, and still the torture had only just begun.

Lying on the cold ground floor covered in blood and semen, shaking, blood pouring from his wounds. Laughing, his abuser found amusement from his pain. Izaya tried to get up but the pain thrusted him back down onto the cold concrete floor, it was no use.

Izaya felt a tear run down his cheek, the only source of heat.

"Help. Help. Help. Someone. Anyone…" His mind screamed at him to fight back, but how could he? If he did then the beatings would never end. The pain would never end.

It connected. His foot with his ribs. A crack rang out. Pain. Searing pain. Laughter. Again and again he struck Izaya in the stomach cracking one…two…three ribs. Izaya cried out in agony, tears streaming down his face.

"Remember this pain Izaya. Every time you think about leaving me or screwing another man you'll remember this pain and never forget you're mine and no one can take you from me."

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Izaya sat in the corner of the bedroom, his legs pulled up to his chest. The walls were closing in ever so slowly. Sweat ran down his forehead and fell to the floor. Terrified. The only word that even begins to describe it. Terrified of what he might do. Terrified about what would happen to Shizuo. Yes…Shizuo…the only man he ever-no…he wasn't the first man he ever loved. That's what made it burn, eat at him, mock him, he fell in love with another man he thought would never hurt him, how wrong he was. That man took everything from him. His heart, his love, and the most valuable of them all…his virginity…

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Glowing red hot, getting ever so closer to his creamy white skin. His breathing quickened, broken ribs tearing at his lungs. Twisting. Trying to get away. Rough unforgiving hands pinning him down. Trapped.

"Hold him down damn it!"

"Yes boss."

Izaya screamed as the hot needle made contact with his soft skin. Ever so slowly the monster he once called his lover, began carving his permanent mark. Izaya's screams became louder and louder, his eye's rolling in the back of his head desperately trying to stop the pain. Finally the pain stopped, was he…dead? No…that would be too easy…

The men released Izaya and stared at their boss' handy work. Carved forever into Izaya's stomach read his name…S…H…I..

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"STOP IT!" Izaya's eyes bolted open…a horrible dream…how he wished that's what it was. A memory. A painful memory. One that would eventually tear the one man that would erase his mark away from him forever. Izaya cried into his hands, he hated this. He hated feeling useless, pathetic, weak…vulnerable. This time he had a true reason to be terrified and crying in a dark cold room.

For today is the day that monster is being released from prison…

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"Let's hope we don't see you here again," the warden said bitterly at the man's face.

"I hope so too. I don't want to see your disfigured face again," the man hissed back. Free. Finally. Free. The free man walked out of the jail and into the world once again. He looked at the darkened outline of Ikebukuro and said,

"I'm coming for you Izaya. I'll find you and when I do…you'll regret ever betraying me. And I'll start with that bartender you left me for…he'll be the first of many to die." A truly evil grin appeared on his face. He's out for blood and there's nothing standing in his way.

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You have no idea how hard it is not to say the man's name! I gave you guys a little clue in the torture passage. Hope you enjoyed it, aside from Izaya breaking his ribs and having a hot needle carve a name into your stomach…0_O. God…I'm becoming a twisted person…ah well it's only a fan fic ^_^. Oh and I know you're all thinking, "Izaya doesn't cry he would never act like that blah blah blah well not all fan fics have to follow every detail pertaining to their personality. I want to see Izaya not in control and defenseless for once. And I'm the writer so :P. Anyways hope you liked it and I'll have another chapter soon. Oh and I'll explain later on how Shizuo didn't see the scar on Izaya's stomach when they had sex. Don't worry I gots this covered!