Shatter

A/N:- This chapter is pretty dark, I tried to lighten it up a bit.

Present

Mikado stood shocked, as he looked at the floor where Aoba sat. Why was Izaya so angry? Did Aoba hit a nerve talking about his family? Mikado slowly moved, he should have stopped the teen. He knew Izaya was in the room. "Aoba-kun? Are you okay?" Mikado crouched down beside him. "You were telling the truth." Aoba rubbed his throat. "I guess I pissed him off."

Mikado brushed his thumb down the younger teens face, wiping away the blood. "Mikado-sempai." Aoba stared at the older teen in concern, Mikado's face was pale and he was biting his lip. "I'm sorry, Aoba-kun. I'm sorry." He was doing it again. First Kida and now Aoba. This was why he hadn't co-operated at first. When Shinra came in to see them, he'd tell him he was crazy and that Aoba wasn't safe around him. It didn't matter, he had already been broken.

Past

Mikado felt his stomach tighten, he shifted in his sleep moaning. Fingers ran along his thigh, soft lips, teasing his nipples. "Ah! Psyche." Mikado flinched as teeth sank into his throat. His eyes flicked open, staring at the darkness of the blindfold. "About time you woke up, Mikado-kun." Izaya, why hadn't he left as usual? Before Mikado could say anything, fingers were forced into his mouth. "Make them wet, or it's going to hurt." Izaya had finally lost it. He was going to hurt him. Psyche, what do I do?

Izaya jabbed his nails into Mikado's tongue. It was a warning. Reluctantly the teen ran his tongue over Izaya's fingers. When it was enough, The fingers were pulled out of his mouth. Mikado felt his fingers move lower, he jerked as they were thrust into him. It hurt. Izaya roughly prepared him, before the fingers were removed. He shivered as he heard the sound of a zip. Psyche. Help. "Please. Don't." Izaya laughed. "You can blame Psyche for this." Mikado screamed, it felt like he was tearing. It hurt. Psyche. Help. He could feel something drip down his thigh.

Mikado let his tears flow. It hurt. Izaya was enjoying this. Each thrust felt like he was being ripped in two. Izaya gripped him roughly, moving his hand. "Does it hurt, Mikado-kun?" In the other hand, Izaya held his blade, making small cuts. "Do you hate me?" Mikado whimpered, as Izaya moved, his lower half ached, he was sure it was blood trickling from his entrance. Izaya thumbed his slit, before hitting his prostrate for the first time. Mikado felt ashamed as his body reacted, spilling his seed. Damn it. Would Psyche forgive him?

"Ah, we stained the sheets, Mikado-kun." Mikado tried not to listen. "Look at the red and white." He felt sick. I'm sorry Psyche. He could still feel Izaya inside him. "Ne, Mikado-kun. Tell me how you feel." Mikado grit his teeth, as Izaya thrust into him again. "I-I hate you." Izaya laughed, reaching for the blindfold. "I didn't hear you." He undid the the blindfold, slowly taking it off. "I hate you!" Izaya smirked down at him, as he released inside him. "Psyche?" Mikado felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.

Past – Izaya and Shizuo

"Shizu-chan. I love you." Izaya made marks down the blond's torso. They had been going out for a year now. Izaya would need to speak to Shizuo later. Half the time they spent in Shizuo's apartment, waiting until his parents and brother were out. The other half was at school, skipping lessons to go to the roof top or the showers. "Me too, Flea." They were currently in Shizuo's bed. Izaya slipped the blond's member out of his boxers, running his fingers over the flesh. "I-Izaya. Ngh!"

"Aniki, I'm back." Shizuo froze as the door opened. "Aniki?" Shizuo blushed underneath Izaya, staring stupidly at his brother. "K-Kasuka." Izaya smirked, looking between Shizuo and Kasuka. Kasuka's face was blank. "What do you want for dinner, Aniki?" Shizuo gaped at the question. "He's fine with anything, Kasuka-kun." Kasuka nodded, closing the door as he left. "Shizu-chan? Shizu-chan, aw are you embarrassed? Shizuo blushed. "Shut up, flea."

Past

Izaya groaned turning over. Psyche was pissed with him. It wasn't only when he was asleep now, Even when he was awake, Psyche was unlocking his memories. As he looked up, he could see Mikado, huddling in the other room with Kida. Izaya groaned laying back on the bed.

Past – Izaya and Shizuo

Izaya and Shizuo stood on the rooftop, skipping class as usual. Shizuo lit up a cigarette. "Shizu-chan, have you thought about what you want to do after school?" Shizuo glanced across at him. "What do you mean? Izaya smirked. "Shizu-chan. I meant once we leave school for good. What do you plan on doing?" Shizuo sighed. "I don't know. Everyone hates me because of my strength, flea. The only one that doesn't is you." Izaya smiled. "I could take care of you, Shizu-chan. We could live together." Shizuo finished his cigarette. "So what would that make me? Your pet?" Shizuo smiled, taking Izaya's chin. "We can move in together, but I'll find my own way." Izaya moved their lips closer together. "We'll see."

Past

Psyche sighed, in the end Izaya had knocked himself out. The memories were too much for him. He had never hated Izaya as much in his life. As he lay on the bed, he could see out of the door way into the next room. Kida was still sleeping, Mikado was huddled up by his friend. His eyes never leaving Psyches. They were full of hurt,pain and betrayal. Damn you Izaya. "Mikado-kun. It's me Psyche." The blue eyed teen blinked,clinging to Kida. Izaya had finally untied him, but if he left, he would play with Kida instead. "Go away." Psyche felt those words cut into him. Mikado shakily stood and ran forward, slamming the bedroom door. "Go away!" His chest ached as he heard the teen on the other side, slide to the floor. Loud sobs filtered into the room. "Mikado-kun."