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The light faded and we stood in a busy street and his arm had slipped into mine. He walked with a proud stride and somewhat dragged me along. The place was different to say the least. It was wayward houses, pale browns, dark browns, and grays, they were everywhere. But the people they were full of color. Living rainbows walked the streets, including skin pigment. I looked around and I suddenly got a sharp blow to the back of my head. 'Shizu-chan! Don t stare its rude!' He pouted as I looked down at him. He flushed a pretty pink color and his strides became longer and he moved quicker. Something in me detected jealousy but it seemed silly to think that he might be.
He made a quick right into a small shop, dragging me along. I barely kept my balance as I looked up into the this new place. It was bathed in bright colors and books. A desk sat at the center and mannequins stood in the store window, modeling strange clothes. The flea let my arm go and I began looking around. Strange dolls hung from the ceiling, puppets. I moved away from there peering eyes and moved to the books. I pulled one off the shelves and looked threw. It was totally hand written. I began to read the page I had open to.
Softly his hand began to travel down his chest, shaping his body as the young boy s moans made his erection grow harder. The older man kissed his chest, as the younger s back arched. Oh~ Sensai~ please! Stop teasing I felt a blush flood into my cheeks. Who the hell writes this kind of stuff? And then hand reached around my stomach, pressing down, moving lower. 'Does Shizu-chan get turned on by dirty homo-erotic books?' I quickly shoved the book back in the shelf and turned around. Izaya looked up at me and smiled sickly-sweet. He leaned his head on my chest and pushed his finger threw the hole in my shirt. 'Shizu-chan~ is kinky. I like this new found discovery. I wonder if you ll like bondage then.' What? . Bondage? .. Dear god .
He stood on his tip-toes and his eyes went from playful to lusty. He licked his lips, his red, beautiful lips. He wrapped his arms around my neck, and began to pull me down to connect our lips. Our bodies pressed together to join as one. I felt my heart pounding, so hard it almost hurt. What the hell was this? What was this feeling?
Just as our lips were to meet, cloud of smoke filled the room and a carefree singing broke the silence. He sighed and cinnamon spice breath filled my senses. I blinked and he went back down on his feet. At the once empty desk stood a girl no older than 16, looking over at us, and I swear to god she would have been froze permanently if from behind her had not stepped a blonde kid about her age, with seemingly closed eyes, apparently though he could see. He touched her shoulder and she roared out in extreme enjoyment, a high pitch squeal came from her and she floated up. She fell back down in a dramatic pose, hand across her forehead, landing in his arms.
'I thought this day would never come!' She stood up swiftly and walked forward taking Izaya s hands in hers. 'Where did you find him?' She began, eyes shifting to me, and then back at him. The flea s signature smirk crossed his lips, I rolled mine and walked away from him, unable to stand his very existents at the moment.
He waved her off,' Erica do you think you could make him some new clothes? His current ones are dreadful and make me want to hurl at the sight of them .' He trailed off, at this time my back was fully turned finding interest in something else near the desk. 'Though I do like the fact I can see his beautiful body and hard abs~! Its quite the turn on.' I felt my face shoot into flames and suddenly grabbed the nearest object, which happened to be the desk, and hurled it at him (and her). She eeped (for lack of better term on the sound she made) and he smiled and just as it was about to his head, the thing stopped in mid air floating in front of him. It moved back and landed back exactly as it was. 'Its amazing what things you find in the human world, Erica. They are the most interesting but most disobedient.' The boy behind me swallowed, 'From the human world?' He nodded and walked over touching my chest again. His fingers walking up my chest and grabbing the collar, pulling me down to his face, the warm cinnamon breath was replaced with and ice cold spearmint. 'Behave for Erica or I will not refrain from hurting you.' His ruby eyes narrowed and I felt cold surround me. I trying to keep calm simply said 'As long as your not around taunting me there shouldn t be a problem.' He suddenly smiled wickedly and laughed. 'Such an ungrateful dog, But very well. I have other shopping to do anyways. I ll leave you here with them until I m done.' He let me go.
And with that he left. Erica and the boy whose name eluded me a little longer, let out a small sigh of tension. She looked at me and took my hands. Your quite brave. If any of his other pets had ever talked to him like that, well he would have skinned them, and I was scared he would have done it in here again. I stared at her blankly. Other pets? She looked at me, concerned almost. As we measure you I ll explain. Walker, take his measurements while I find cloth. The boy, Walker I guess was his name, appeared a measurement tape in his hand and began to measure my arm. I saw Erica climb a latter and start threw a high up shelf and moved boxes off the shelf and float onto the ground. They overflowed with colored fabric, which stood out against her black long dress as she sat down going threw it.
'You see, Izaya-kun gets very lonely. Naturally just like any other person or animal for that matter. But if he is left alone for too long he starts to hurt himself physically and emotionally. It gets so bad sometimes that his sisters have found him curled up on the floor starving himself. He, however, could not stand his sisters for very long so whenever he is offered them to live with him, he turns them down flatly.' She walked over pressing fabrics against my chest looking at me and then the fabrics and back and forth for a few minutes, while Walker started on my legs. I stood still but I always hated getting new clothes for this very reason.
'So he gets lonely and refuses the only ones who want to live with him, so he goes out and kidnaps people to be his play toy? That seems pretty low. Even lower than I thought before.' I looked to the side and she smiled as she walked over to the mannequin, Walker following behind her telling her off the measurements, and as he did the mannequin changed to my body shape. Creepy. As. Fuck.
'Not quite.' She motioned me to sit down. 'You see we witches and warlocks need to find a companion or we age quicker and parish.' I saw a grim shade pass over her face. 'Izaya has tried many times to get someone he wants to be with for the rest of his life, however, each time he either kills them or rids of them by selling them to a slave company for a profit.' Her face relaxed and I swallowed a bit hard. That collar on my neck was the only way he could control me and it was impossible to get off. What was I going to do if he decided he didn't want me anymore. I would die and it wouldn't be pleasant quick death either.
Erica and Walker began sowing and I sat down to reflect on this new discovery. To them, the two in front of me, it seemed like it hardly affected them. They just went about their business and Erica, even started humming. It made me wonder if she had done this before she had found Walker. Or even if Walker was her companion, and that she didn't have someone tied up in her basement or something like that.
I sighed and leaned my head back on the wall behind me. I began to take in the smell of the place. It was a mixture of old books and dust. Walker must have noticed the annoyed look on my face and lit some candles. They burned and I watched them melt slowly. The red and white-cream wax melted off the candles and mixed next to one another. The smell was nothing but it masked the smell of the books. I felt my eyes become heavy as I leaned my arm on the shelf next to me, and laid my head on top of it. I watched them continue to work and I suddenly feel into the hands of a sleeping coma.
I must have started dreaming or something as I was back in my house before I was chased out. I looked around the place, there was the table in the corner and the chair was tilted just as it was before I left. The beds were across from that, my brothers made and mine still a mess. And as I turned to face the fireplace, there was a fire going and the pot was on. And there before me, was my brother. He seemed content with whatever was in the pot. He looked over at me as I took a step toward him. 'Hello brother. Its good to see your okay. I thought for sure they would have killed you.' He spoke in his normal monotone voice. Kasuka I reached forward and embraced him. He hugged me back, but it only seemed half-hearted. I looked down at him 'How are you here? Hell. How am I here. What s going on?' He shrugged and walked back over to the pot and continued to stir it. 'I needed to talk to you. So I chose a familiar setting so we could.'
He walked over and pulled the chairs up to the fire and motioned me to sit next to him. I did and he looked over at the fire. 'Brother. This man, Izaya Orihara, he s going to kill you and you can t stop it.' I felt pain struck my stomach. 'But you knew this.' His hands folded on his lap and he continued to watch the fire without feeling. 'But it s not the thing you think he s going to. He loves you. Dearly.' He tilted his head. I stared at him. 'What do you mean? And why are you telling me this?' He stood and looked back into the pot. 'Because there is a woman, the grim reaper to be accurate, who needs you to get something away from him, before you can die. No one else can do it but you.' He looked back at me. 'If you don t and you fail to do so, the world will abrupt up into a war between Earth' He opened his right hand to reveal the village in a glass ball, 'And the Terra Abyss.' This glass ball depicted the world of the colorful people and the wayward buildings. 'He's going to cause a war and win it so he might get into heaven. As you know Erica said he gets lonely and so he is dying. He wants assurance into heaven, even though he doesn't believe in God or such things.' He looked up and watched the ceiling start to fade, and a bright light shone threw the roof. 'My time is up for now. If I can get back to you, I shall. Otherwise good luck brother. We will meet again in the afterlife.' I reached forward to grab him but he began floating up to the fading roof and he slipped through my hands.
As he faded, I Shouted out to him 'What do I have to do?' He smiled faintly and he mouthed Follow your heart. And he was gone, the whole house was gone. I was floating in a white abyss and it was then I heard my name being called and I opened my eyes to see the world once more.