Chapter four!
So I hope you all enjoyed chapter three and that Izaya was finally in, I had originally decided to only show slightly what Izaya was going through but I actually enjoy having him and Cherry in the story.
So this is chapter four, I do not own Durarara or the characters.
Warnings: Implied rape, abuse, homosexual couples, ect.
I wanted to let you all know, this will not be as long as the other, but the chapters are much longer and I am changing basically everything
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"Just remember this, if you go out that door, it's your choice and nobody else's."
- Margaret Barrish- Political Animals-
Enjoy!
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Shinra sat in his chair, trying to breath slowly, he had just done what he never wanted to do again... he ordered a person...
He was ordering Izaya.
"You okay?" Shizuo said softly, knowing how hard this was for Shinra. Hell, it was insane for them both.
"No."
And Shizuo knew it was the truth. Neither of them were alright.
"We have three days."
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Those days were hell for the ravenette. He was to look his best for apparently a high class client. Ren glared him down as he washed his hair for the twentieth time. "Why do I have to do this..." Izaya said, he didn't mean for Ren to actually hear, however the elder man rose a brow and tangled his fingers into Izaya's ebony locks.
"Because sometimes, whores have to make money." Ren sneered, making Izaya look up at him.
"I'm not a whore and you know that." He hissed, glaring at him with hatred. Izaya was a rare man. He had been under Ren's 'care' for almost three years, most people would have somehow killed themselves.
But not Izaya. Izaya still had that glint of hope in his eyes that Ren wanted to destroy.
The brunette man growled, annoyed with the once great male. He shoved Izaya's face into the side of the tub, yanking his shorts down. "Look at you, I remember you being so smooth and clean... you look like a little bitch." Ren laughed coldly, Izaya looking up.
"I'm not a bitch!" Izaya yelled back, his eyes grew huge... under the sink... there was a knife...
"Shut up and clean up whore. You better look good, this ones a high paying man." Ren rolled his eyes, pushing away and shoving Izaya into the tub. "Your clothes are on the floor, hurry up."
When the door slammed shut, Izaya sank back, hiding in the dirty, bloody water, he whimpered softly, rubbing his chin. "What happened to you Ren?" He asked softly. His eyes flickered back to the knife... was this a test? Would they kill him if he took it? Or was it some cruel yet brilliant joke played on him by the God he didn't believe in?
He eyed the door as he slowly slid over, taking it in his hands. He wanted to cry... he... this could be his freedom!
And Cherry's too...
He turned the water off, grabbing the clothes given to him, black booty shorts, a black v-neck shirt... what the hell was Ren playing at? Trying to make Izaya feel like himself?!
Then he took his rings in hand that were laid down. He slid them on his fingers.
"This better be pretty important..." he whispered.
He slid the blade into his shorts, it was short enough to cover. He smiled slightly, taking in a breath of relief.
He left the bathroom, turning the water off and smiling a bit.
This was his freedom.
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"What are you going to do... when he gets too old?" Judo asked, staring at Ren. He knew when the man was angry, he had a tight look in his eyes, a glare of cold, heartless souls. Ren gripped at the papers below him.
"Kill him, why should he be no different from any other slut who can't preform?"
"No one is looking for him... so death is his fate?"
"It's everyone's fate Judo." Ren snapped, glaring up at him. "It doesn't matter... make sure he gets dressed."
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Shizuo felt like he was going to puke for the third time that day. He looked in the mirror, fingering at the nice clothing he wore. "You can't look like yourself Shizuo... they can't know who you really are... not if we actually want to bring him back." Shinra reminded him again, the blonde nodded.
"I know... but I... I just..."
"You don't have to lie." Shinra sighed, he was bent over the table, looking at the files, how many were there still alive, how many crying? "Shizuo... something's changed in you since Izaya vanished, we've all noticed, you don't smile as much."
"What do you mean?" The taller man turned around and rose a brow, confused for a moment before realizing how true that statement was. He hadn't smiled, the boring, lifeless days he went through gave him little to smile about. He sighed softly, letting his hands fall. "That's what happens when someone you knew so well just... leaves."
"Do you really hate him all that much anymore?" Shinra asked, sitting down, crossing his legs and giving his usual coy, all knowing smile. "It's been almost three years and everyone thought you would be rejoicing, we all thought he was dead and-"
"I know what you thought Shinra." Shizuo growled, balling his fists up before calming.
"What will you do when we see him again? He's not the same man..."
"I'll protect him... like I really should have back then... I... wont let him go again."
Shinra smiled lightly, Shizuo was falling hard and they all knew it well.
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Cherry was trying to sleep after his last client, he always tried to sleep off the horror after something like that happened, especially after the men came in asking him to call them 'daddy' or 'master', it just brought in bad memories.
The redhead couldn't sleep, usually he could stay up past the screams or pain and pleasure, the laughs and grunts of clients, not tonight. He lay awake on his little bed, it wasn't too uncomfortable, nothing like what he had at home.
Home...
He didn't really know where that was any longer.
He once called a small apartment in Shinjuku home, where he lived with his single mother and elder brother Yanza. He remembered a twin bed, much more comfortable than this piece of shit he laid on now, a bedroom with movie posters that he couldn't even remember if he liked anymore, American movies his mother tried to stop him from watching but he loved too much to stop.
Cherry rubbed the back of his sore neck, hating how much it hurt when he had to blow someone, couldn't he just sit on his knees rather than bend all the way down? Damn..
He wished more than anything that he never trusted Ren Kaido.
He had been so innocent, so trusting and so needy for someone to love him the way he wanted, so when Ren Kaido asked him to dinner to discuss Cherry having a job working for him as a personal assistant, it sounded perfect. Ren seemed the type to love on people. When he began to work for the cruel man, it started out him answering the phone, then having sex with the boss... when... he was the one being ordered...
He had trusted his hormonal emotions over his mind.
His mother put up a missing persons ad, it had been up for almost six months before the police informed her that Jin Haniko wasn't found, he never would be found...
He wondered if they stopped looking for him.
He took in a small breath, hearing the door open and the command for him to go shower. He knew better than to argue at that point, he knew better than to say no to anything that he was told, after almost two years of this hell, he learned his place. He was the second best slut in the business, of course, under Izaya.
He and Izaya met when Jin got into the true business Ren had going, when Jin became Cherry. Izaya was suppose to watch after him, to make sure he didn't try anything stupid to get out or kill himself or worse... attack the costumers. He had sat in on Izaya a few times, learning the trade.
He found a brother in the program. The redhead sat up in his bed and yawned, stretching his arms over his head, he never got used to the abuse, the sore feeling of being fucked into a mattress even though he knew he should.
He climbed out of the twin bed, pulling his clothes entirely off, like most of the boys and girls in the building and business, he no longer felt embarrassed to have his entire body on display, everyone had seen it at least once, it no longer mattered. He walked through the halls to the shower, grabbing a towel from the rack, he knew the routine by now. He was about to get into the shower before he saw the raven haired man walking out.
"Izaya?" He called, noticing the slight bulge in his pants. Was he hard or something? Didn't he get enough sex?
Cherry sighed and shook his head, he was the closest to Izaya and still even he didn't understand the raven in the slightest. He found him to be an enigma... or at least he used to be before their worlds were completely destroyed.
He climbed into the shower, taking one of the razors that was already in there, he didn't know who last used it and Ren never cared to give them specific things. He pushed shampoo through his hair, sighing as medium hot water splayed against his skin. He picked up the razor, shaving his legs. A loud 'bang' came from the room behind him and gasped in pain, the razor accidentally digging into his skin.
Oh God... he would be beaten for this one.
Cherry whimpered as he approached his room, blood dripping down his leg, he was fearful at best, they weren't suppose to have any marks self made on them... it could be seen as a suicide attempt and only the freakest of freaks enjoyed little boys and girls who wanted to die. He saw his raven haired friend and ran into his arms.
Izaya was shocked, the boy slamming into his frail body. "C-Cherry?" He asked in worry. "What's wrong?!"
"I-I hurt myself by mistake!" Cherry whimpered and Izaya sighed. He took the boy back to his room...
This was the world they lived in, the world Izaya would fight to leave.
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Izaya felt the knife pressing into his thigh under his black shorts, he watched as Cherry struggled to fall asleep, the younger man nervous. He knew that they wouldn't tell Ren about the wound, but he would see...
"We're not going to be here forever." Izaya muttered, making Cherry look up.
"What do you mean?" He whispered. Izaya couldn't tell him, not yet... Cherry wouldn't be able to keep it a secret.
"I... we're going to get out of here, together."
"How?" Cherry asked and sat up. "You know we can't get out, Ren and his little guard dog will catch us. They'll kill us!" His eyes grew large, frightened.
"No he won't... they aren't going to catch us..."
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Shizuo and Shinra drove almost three hours, three horrid, silent hours to find the hellish place Izaya was stuck in.
It actually wasn't a bad place, the building was large, four, five stories, Shizuo could only hope those stories weren't full of children.
The blond stepped out of the car, staring up with cold eyes. "Just breath Shizuo." Shinra reminded him like the doctor he was.
"I am... nothing can prepare someone for this..."
"So just go... he doesn't know our faces, at least he doesn't know mine. You have to do this, Izaya's in there!"
The front door opened, showing a tall man, dark brown hair and eyes like the devil, then the man behind him that looked almost the same. The smaller smiled, extending his arms.
"Mr. Kiwashinma!" he said in delight, Shizuo smiled, bowing his head. He was to play this part of the rich, snobby bastard.
He didn't want to do this.
"Yes, Ren Kaido, I assume?" He said, his voice smooth and elegant, he was surprised at himself. "Mmmm, where is he?" Ren rose a brow.
Ren laughed, shaking his head. "You are quick." He chuckled, leading Shizuo in, he hardly gave Shinra a second glance. The underground doctor moved back into the car, giving Shizuo a nod...
"Come, Mr. Kiwashinma, you've picked one of our best, the infamous Orihara Izaya!" Shizuo rose a brow himself, biting his lower lip.
"It better be really him, you asked for a high price."
"Oh it is Orihara-san... in the flesh, a little battered mind you but he'll be submissive."
Submissive?!
That... that wasn't Izaya... Shizuo fought back the urge to strangle the man there, but he couldn't kill him now... he didn't know where Izaya was.
The first floor was rather lovely, professional and designed in the old Japanese style, he was actually rather impressed. There was a front desk, a little girl working and clicking away on the computer. She didn't have a bruise on her body but her low, tight v-neck shirt showed off her breasts and budding womanhood, her booty shorts making her look much more like a woman than Shizuo guessed she was. There was a paw print tattoo on her right breast... it didn't look like it was done professionally.
"Tawny." Ren purred, leaning over the desk. The girl looked up and batted her false eyelashes with a smile. "Can you find me Mr. Kiwashinma's papers? He needs to fill them out before he can see our friend." Her eyes grew large... he was a client...
She nodded quickly, handing her master the papers. Shizuo filled them out, writing his fake name out and any other information needed before handing it back to Tawny.
Ren took the blond to the elevator, pressing floor four. The top floor. "You're a lucky man, sir... not many can afford our top... performer..." Was that his way of saying sex slave? His way to justify what he was doing and had done?
Shizuo was taken to a single room on the top floor, almost like a penthouse floor... He was given the key to the room and Ren bowed to him. "Enjoy your stay, Mr. Kiwashinma." He purred and walked back to the elevator.
Shizuo took a breath in, unlocking the door and opening it slowly.
But no one was inside.
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I know it's short, I'm sorry!
I really hoped you liked this chapter! A bit of information about our little Cherry!
I love him XD
The next chapter is going to be a bit different than you'd expect hopefully.
Alright, thanks for reading!
Chapter five will be up soon!