The New Client

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Chapter 4: To Be Free


- ?'s POV-

What was I suppose to do?

What could have I done? My sister was so clueless as to what was going on behind that door, she was an emotional mess when it came to awful situations. My mother was always gone, leaving us with him. I never called him father, what he did to me, to us, he was no father in my eyes. I don't remember life before him. I was so small and unaware, one day I woke up and there was he. I was the oldest and practically the mother…and wife.

It sickens me when I think about it. It really does. I started to pretend that what he did to me almost every night wasn't real. I thought…maybe if I did that…I would stop hurting. Little did I know, it only got worse.

I love my sister. I would do anything to protect her from that "man". I did whatever I could to make him stop beating her, pulling at her, throwing her about. You wouldn't believe how fixated I was on suicide, but then she came to mind. She was what kept me here, that kept me smiling and laughing weather it was fake or not. I love my sister.

I remember, one night, he was really upset with us. My sister dropped a plate in the kitchen, while washing dishes and while he was napping. I don't remember what happened after he dragged me up the stairs by my hair, but you and I both can assume. My mother was such an idiot, how could she have been so blind? I hate her…I hate what she brought to us, a living hell, a living nightmare.

She never asked us why we were covered in bruises or why we were missing chunks of hair, but we got so "ugly" that we had to be home schooled. I never saw my friends from school ever again.

He told me, one night, he came down to my ear and whispered to me that if my sister or I ever told a soul, he'd kill us all. I nodded in response and let him do whatever he wanted to me. I should of told him he could kill my mother if he really wanted to, but…

What was I suppose to do? I love my sister.

I did my best to protect her.


All of Seira's senses came back to her when she woke up and found herself in a warm bath, her head was against cold wall tiles, and it actually felt comforting to her. Bits and pieces of what had occurred flooded into her mind as her eyes drifted over to see Izaya, scrubbing dry mud off her legs. She looked down at her chest to see that it was covered by her bra, she was also wearing underwear.

"Ah! You're up!" Izaya smiled, dropping the soap into the water and sitting back, the walls of the tub in between them.

"W-What…are you…doing?" she said lazily, her vision still a little hazy.

"Well, you were making my couch incredibly filthy." he muttered, grabbed a near by towel and soaking it with running water, he brought it up to her face and washed off the smeared mascara that ran down her cheeks. She turned in the water from him, like a child, covering herself up, setting the side of her face against the wall and closing her eyes.

"Why were those people after me…?" she asked in a whisper after a moment of silence. She heard Izaya smirk and continue to wash her dirty legs.

"They were hired to." he said simply. Hearing this response, she opened her eyes and looked back at him, he was still wearing a small smile.

"Hired?" she repeated, her voice becoming stronger and her vision clearing. He was wearing a short sleeved, black shirt and his same pants. His hands were covered in soapy water as he traveled up near her thigh, causing her to bring her legs closer and retreat to the back of the tub.

"Someone seems to be quite taken with you, and they hired Yagiri Pharmaceuticals to either bring you to them for more money, or to kill you, but for a little less."

Seira became angry at how he said this so easily, now humming a song as he rinsed his hands. She burrowed her face into her knees, why, she thought, did this always have to happen to her? Out of all people? She couldn't even think of who would be after her.

"Do you…have any idea who's after me?"

"At this moment? No. I'm suppose to be helping them."

Seira's eyes snapped open, she quickly stood up now, grabbing whatever was closest to her and held it up, ready to strike the man. She gripped a large shampoo bottle, struggling to keep it up. Izaya blinked at her before bursting out into a childish laughter.

"Oh, Seira-chan. You haven't even heard my plan, yet."

"You're going to turn me in! You just want the money even if it means that I'll be dead!" Seira screamed, her voice shaking with fear as she trudged through the water to now stand in the corner of the bath. She still couldn't believe that she was being hunted down by who knows.

Izaya sighed, standing up now and putting his hands in his pockets. He stood there, just looking into Seira's eyes as he wore a smirk.

"I still have to get to know you, don't I?"

"Do you think…this is some kind of game?" whispered Seira, her fist clenching and ready to launch herself at the man.

"You will be living here from now on." he continued as if he didn't hear Seira's question, he grabbed a towel from a basket and held it open for her.

"Live here! With you!" she hissed, grabbing the towel from him and wrapping herself in it, never leaving his gaze that saw right through her.

"Yup." he chimed in reply. "I'm sure they will start with your apartment, oh and I called into your work and told them you won't be there any longer."

Seira's mouth dropped at once when he told her he basically quit her job for her. She couldn't believe that this man just comes into her life without any warning or reason, tells her that someone is after her, and then decides things for her.

Seira remained silent, not looking at Izaya as he held his hand out to her so that she could leave the tub. After a moment, his hand dropped and she looked up at him.

"I don't understand why you're doing this, it can't be that you just want to know me."

"I love humans." he stated simply now, grabbing her by her arms and pulling her gently towards him and out of the tub, she stared at his chest, afraid to look up at him. "I love observing them, and your case is special to me at the moment."

Seira's head snapped up to meet his gaze, his eyes narrowed down at her, now that he saw how upset she was getting.

"You need to tell me everything about you, so that I can protect you, well, I can protect you anyway." he bragged. "but you'll tell me once I find out who it is that hired Yagiri, because my mission is to find out who you are."

"How can I trust you?" Seira found herself whispering to him. He let her go now, putting his hands up in defeat as he walked to the doorway of the bathroom.

"Well, Seira-chan! You can always go back to your home and find out what's waiting for youuu!" he twirled, now running out of the bathroom and down stairs.

Seira stared at the doorway where Izaya once stood noticing that there was an outfit neatly folded on a tiny stand in the bathroom. It was a large, black shirt, and underneath were grey sweatpants, she pulled them both on with a deep sigh and slowly walked out of the bathroom.

She saw Izaya sitting at his computer, typing away and staring at his screen with some sort of fascination, she wondered if he even noticed her coming down the stairs.

"I don't know if this is a good idea." she started in a louder voice to him so that he would hear her. He looked over to her from the top of his screen, she thought of his smile that spread across his face, trying to challenge her.

He picked up his phone without dialing, held it to his ear with two fingers and began to speak oddly, "Oi! Yagiri-saaaaan! I have that girl here in my office if you need herrrrr!" he waited for not even a minute before continuing to talk again, "Oh yes, of course you can kill her on the spot when you arrive!"

"Stop it." Seira sighed now, placing her arms across her chest and giving Izaya daggers.

Izaya stopped now, only grinning at her, making her mad was too easy, he thought.

"You're insane." Seira whispered, dropping her head and shaking it, trying to make sense of what was going on. She grabbed her purse that was set on the table, knowing he probably looked in it, she slipped on her sandals and walked towards the door.

Izaya watched her go, still grinning at her before shouting, "Come back when you realize you need meeee~!"

"In your dreams, psycho." Seira muttered before swinging the door open and running down the hall, in a hurry that someone would see her.

Seira sped her way through crowds as she tried to reach her apartment building, on the way, several cars and especially fire trucks with their sirens going off. They were headed towards her street. When the sudden realization of what may have happened, Seira gasped and ran harder. She saw a lot of smoke emerging from behind several other buildings, she would find out soon where it was coming from. After speeding through only a few more blocks, she was finally on her street, and several fire trucks were putting out a fire that was devouring a building. Her apartment building. She dropped herself on nearby porch steps and began to cry in her hands. Everything she worked for was gone by now, half the building was falling apart while she noticed that Yasuhide was being carried into an ambulance, although he had several burns, it was obvious he was beat up. She shrieked when a burst of flames came from her window, shattering the glass.

This was no accident, she thought to herself, but who would of done this? And at that moment, she didn't need to wonder anymore, with eyes narrowed and a deep frown on her face, she made her way back to Izaya's office.


"Why!" she shouted swinging the door open and standing face to face with him from across the room. He tilted his head to the side, slightly, giving her an innocent and questioning look.

"You did something, you had that building burnt down, there's no way that was a coincidence," she stopped to take a breath. "that you knew I'd have to come back to you!"

"So, you are?" he chimed, sitting up straight now before twirling in his seat.

Seira stopped now, her mouth closing after wanting to say something, after wanting to run over to him and strangle his long, skinny neck.

"I guess…I have no other choice…" she whispered almost inaudibly, but she knew he heard her once he started clapping. What else was she suppose to do? Live on the streets?

"Now that this is going somewhere," this made Seira's eyebrow quirk at him as she set herself on the couch, letting him continue. "it's about time you tell me a little about your life so that I can figure out who is hiring Yagiri and why."

He sat across from her now, after slowly strolling over, leg over the other with his arms across his chest, his smirk still there. She looked into his eyes, they weren't really curious, but it looked like he was dying to know what she had to say. She bit her lip before letting a shaky sigh.

"Well…it started when my mom got married to this guy…"

"Was he even your father?" Izaya asked, cocking his head to the side again as he let his arms rest on the back of the couch.

"No. Not my real father, anyway." Seira shook her head, placing her hands in her lap and kept concentrated on her finger nails, as if she were interested in them.

"At first…he was really nice, but then when my mother got a new job that had her at work almost every night, the whole night, he started…being really mean." she looked up at him, waiting for him to say something, she noticed that his smirk was gone and now he was just looking at her. She continued with her story.

"He would…always beat us, in many ways, such as hair pulling and hitting." Seira's voice now shook slightly, she continued once she took a deep breath. For some reason, she just felt lame, pouring her heart out to this stranger.

"I didn't know, for so long, what he was doing to my sister. She never told me and I don't know why she didn't, I didn't want her to go through that alone."

Seira hadn't noticed that she was slightly crying now, unable to control this, she continued as her body shook from either the cold or being upset, she didn't know.

"We couldn't tell anyone…we were isolated from the world…no one even looked at us…not even our mother…" she whispered, now clenching the hem of her shirt. "All I had was my sister, and all she had was me."

"Did he ever do what he did to your sister to you?" Izaya finally spoke, she shot her gaze up to his, staring only for a moment before shaking her head and lowering it again.

"N-No…he said… I was too little, and that I wasn't as beautiful and well grown like my sister…" she whispered, a sense of disgust and anger in his voice.

Izaya grinned now, which made Seira even angrier as he strolled over to her. He trapped her, setting a hand on either side of her head and towering over her.

"Well, it's obvious now that your step-father is after you. But you seem…jealous of how he wouldn't pay attention to you."

Seira's eyes shot open, wider than his grin, she couldn't believe what he was saying to her. She couldn't even retort now that he grasped her chin, forcing her continue locking gazes with him.

"Your sister probably didn't want such a little girl like yourself to worry, so she kept being his little bitch for whoever knows how long." he whispered to her, now watching tears pour from her eyes.

He could hear her mumble certain things in shaky gasps and stutters, and at moments she would blink her eyes to clear her vision.

"Hmm?" he put his head down lower to hers now, talking in her ear, she shivered and let out a small cry, feeling his hot breath against her skin.

"You…you don't know anything!" she screamed, pushing him away and jumping off the couch, Izaya stared at her, standing straight up now. His eyes narrowed as he walked slowly over to her, while she only backed away.

"I-I…I never wanted to be in her position, if I had been…I would be…"

"Dead?" he finished for her, his gaze widening now and a small smile fixated on his pale face.

Seira couldn't look at him and his horrific gaze that held amusement, she almost wanted to puke and how he found this funny in someway, he loved watching her and people in general, suffer.

"You humans are so fixed on suicide, whenever one things happens, it's straight to the rooftops!" he twirled now, putting his head up to the ceiling.

Seira continued to keep her gaze to the floor, she couldn't speak to him, not after what he was saying to her. She felt as if she could just drop to her knees, fall asleep, and never wake up.

She could now feel his hands on her shoulders, he adjusted her so that she was standing straight up now and looking at him.

"Please…stop…" Seira whispered to him, and to her surprise, he didn't speak. He brushed his thumb over her lip and smirked, letting her fall asleep in his arms as she grew limp, her eyes heavy and tired from the constant crying.

"Well, looks like you're my new client." Izaya grinned, carrying the limp girl in his arms and up the stairs to his room.


After waking up from a dreamless sleep, Seira realized that she was laying in a two person bed, it was also really comfy, and she felt like she wouldn't leave this bed if she didn't have to. The room was pitch black except for the small light that seeped into the room through the crack of the door. She slowly walked over to it after hearing voices on the other side, but she was not able to make out words, just noise.

She peaked through to see Izaya sitting at his desk, and in front of his desk was a woman who looked a lot older, but maybe this was because she wore such a strict face. She was quite beautiful though, she thought. She watched the woman sigh in frustration as she ran a hand through her long, black hair. Izaya kept his chin propped up on his hands, watching the woman with amusement, a gaze that Seira knew far too well.

"You haven't found out a thing about that girl?" the woman spoke now, tapping her foot impatiently.

"You have to give these things time, Yagiri-san." Izaya sighed, now setting his back up against the back of his seat, twirling around in it slowly.

"We don't have time, Izaya!" she shouted, slapping her hands on the desk. "Why don't you take your damn job, seriously and help out!"

"You wouldn't get anywhere without my help. So, don't take it for granted." he gave her a daring smirk, this made her stare at the man. Seira didn't dare move, especially when the woman who was out to get her was merely a few feet away. Seira could merely just cower away from the door and return to bed, but she didn't.

She now noticed that the woman stormed out of the office, Izaya waited to no longer hearing her footsteps before glancing up at the door that Seira knelt behind.

"You can come down now, Seira-chan." he called, making his way to the main doors and locking them. Seira rolled her eyes at the man she thought to be a know it all, opening the door and slowly walking out. She looked down at him from the balcony.

"That was her then, huh?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest, giving Izaya somewhat of a saddening gaze.

"That's right," Izaya smirked, now returning to his desk. "Isn't she pretty, Seira-chan? She's a lot prettier than you."

Seira was taken back by such a rude comment, she sighed, shaking it off. As if she cared what this jerk thought, she decided to play along. "Oh yes, she is." she replied sarcastically, making her way down the staircase, finding herself in front of his desk. She noticed a pad of sticky notes at the edge of his desk, she grabbed a pen and began to doodle on them.

"Oh, sure, you can use that if you'd like." Izaya chuckled now, not looking at her while he typed away at his keyboard.

"I would of, anyway." she giggled, drawing faces. She was glad that this was a somewhat peaceful moment, yes, she was still pissed at what Izaya had said to her the night before, but she let it aside, for now.

"Are you really some sort of psycho?" she asked now, still sat a chair and drawing on the notes. She dropped several of them around her, they lay around her on the floor as a conversation continued to be carried out.

"Probably." Izaya sighed, some what saddening, pretending to look hurt as he brought his finger tips to where his heart was. "You don't need to be so mean to me, you know that? I go out of my way and give you a home and a place to sleep!"

"Not anything to eat." she muttered, dropping another sticky note onto the ground.

"Wah, wah, wah" Izaya mocked, shutting off his computer. He put on his coat and grabbed from his desk what looked like money, he stuffed it into his pockets.

"I suppose I should feed you." he added, now sitting on the front of his desk, watching her draw many squiggles and shapes. "I don't wanna have to put up with more of your complaints."

"We're going somewhere?" she assumed after watching him put on his coat, an eyebrow twitching at his comment, but keeping quiet, he was feeding her after all, so she might as well try to act cheerful.

"Yup. We're going to get breakfast, then we're going to have to go shopping, since all your clothes are gone, so, somewhere on the outskirts of Ikeburkuro,. It's far too risky to let anyone of Yagiri's scum to see us." he now grabbed Seira by the wrist and pulled her out of her seat, he let her have the chance to put on sandals before guiding her out of the office.

"I can walk myself you know!" Seira argued, trying to get her hand out of his grip, suddenly, she was pushed into a wall and came to face the tip of the flick bade she once saw used on Shizuo. She gasped, feeling a drop of sweat run down the side of her face, then she looked up into Izaya's eyes, not noticing his pursed lips.

After a moment, he broke out into laughter, backing away from the dumbfounded girl. "You're so jumpy, Seira-chan!" he pretended to be her now, he tried to imitate her face as he backed up against the wall opposite from her.

"Y-You're such a jerk!" she screamed, punching his arm, receiving an 'ow' from the older man. She let herself calm down as she followed him to a car, she merely stood by it as she watched him climb into the driver's seat.

"What?" he asked, giving her an innocent look as he rolled down the window. He kept playing with the switch in his car so that the window would hide the rest of his face except for his eyes. Then, he rolled it down again so that she could see his puffed out cheeks. He played this game for a while, showing her different faces before she sighed in defeat.

"I don't think I trust you driving, you idiot..."

"You know, I think Yagiri has people on rooftops with these huge snipers, so…I'd get in if I were you. 'Cause you seem to be a walking target ever since you moved here."

This made Seira scoff at him, even though she found him to be only a LITTLE amusing. She climbed into the passenger seat, buckling her seatbelt and holding onto the edges of the seat nervously.

"You think I'm gunna crash?" Izaya laughed at her as he reversed and made his way to the street, she come to realize that he wasn't so bad at driving.

"Just don't do anything reckless, Izaya." she muttered, now relaxing her tenses muscles. She closed her eyes and leaned back, trying to make up some sleep that she hadn't fully gotten. She tried to ignore Izaya's constant "vrooms" at the stop lights. She now noticed that Izaya was speeding on a high way, she gave him a warning look, which obviously didn't work. After closing her eyes for a few more moments, the car was jerked to the left and ride so fast that it swung her body side to side.

"IZAYA WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!" she screamed, grabbing onto his arm now as she shook from one of the most worst surprises.

"You were sleeping, I didn't wanna be like your chauffeur." he innocently replied. She glared deeply athim and leaned back into her seat.

Izaya had noticed while they were driving, that she was reaching into her pocket to pull out her phone, he raised an eyebrow, quickly looking back to the road, he reached a hand over and set it on her thigh. This made Seira's face scrunch up as she watched the man's hand.

"What are you-!" she was cut off when Izaya grabbed her phone, now taking his hands off the wheel and using his knees to keep it steady. He snapped the front of the phone off and threw the two broken pieces out the window.

"WHY DID YOU JUST DO THAT!" Seira screamed, now getting up in her seat and looking back at where he had thrown her phone. Her eyes wide with panic and confusion.

"They'll track your phone if they find out your number, I mean, they already found out where you live. Seems pretty reasonable, huh?" he smirked at her, she was gripping at the seat, trying not to grip his neck.

"My phone…" she whined, setting herself back into the seat and staring out the window.

"Oh, stop it before you give me a headache." Izaya sighed as his smile grew bigger, he loved watching Seira stressed and upset. Even she could tell.

She had a feeling that today was going to be quite eventful, and that was a bad thing.