Ending One:
"That was a lot of fun, Shizu-Chan~." The sticky digits played lightly was the shaggy blond locks. "You deserve some rest." The hand moved away, along with it's attached body. Except for the glimmer of sweat on his body and slightly tangled hair, Izaya showed no sign of what had happened in the room. He stood quietly in the doorway, smiling back t his broken toy. "SLeep tight."
He left him alone, in the cold silent room. Only the soft sound of his hiccups to be heard. Kasuka didn't move from his space on the couch, shock taking control of his entire body from the noises he'd heard. It seemed like forever before the pain subsided and Shizuo's body could feel the slightly bit of eyes fell lightly closed, snapping open every few seconds to assure his safety. His mind calmed itself the best it could, repeating sooting tunes over and over again, but it didn't work.
His mind was clogged, haunted by that night and would be for so long after. He could dream of nothing else. Blood red splotches danced in his head, reminding him of the horror. The Pain. His screams echoing in his ears. Those thoughts were all that remained, all that processed. He'd never have a normal thought, a normal dream, he'd never even live his normal life again.
He'd always remember it.
The Night of Blood and Pain.
