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Sorry for the late update, been distracted with life. This chapter is kinda a filler, but it has a small purpose for later.

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After Kida had slapped Izaya awake from his nightmare, the limo had driven about two districts over into Shibuya; somewhat like Ikebukuro, but more fashionable night life – Posh. This is where Shizuo had moved them. He had a nice loft in the city. They both had been dragged into this fancy home, very modern and stiff.

Shizuo told Kadota to put the boys into his room for now as he had to deal with the Kasuka incident with the boss over the phone. He grabbed Izaya and Kida by the arms and pulled them down the short hallway in to Shizuo's bedroom. He pushed them inside, "You better behave you two, oh and Izaya you might want to take a nap you might need your strength later." He smiled, shut and locked the door behind him.

Izaya turned away from the door as it closed, "You go to sleep old man so I can pummel while you sleep." He said to himself in a childish retort. He sat on the bed and leaned up against the head board. Kida sat in a long couch like chair across the room. Kida asked Izaya, "Hey in the limo what were you dreaming about? You were pretty flustered in your sleep." He looked at him waiting for a response. Izaya said trying to shrug off the topic, "It was nothing, just something from my childhood, mean dogs chasing me I think. It's nothing." They both looked at each other, Izaya hoping he bought that and Kida thinking whatever. They sat in silence from then on, thirty minutes passed then another, they both were so tired they passed out where they sat.

Kida slept soundly enough for what had happened to them both. Izaya had fallen into a deep slumber of panic again.

(Izaya's dream/flashback summary of his childhood)….

As a child His father ignored him as much as he ignored his mother. He chose to drink and gamble his nights away. While his father was out doing is thing, his mother would always try to seduce and touch him in ways a mother should not. If she couldn't get attention from her husband, she would try elsewhere. She was a beautiful and extremely vain woman, and those two characteristics lack compliments to one another. Izaya was loved too much by his mother, and at the same time despised. She thought of him as a burden, and at times she was jealous of what he may become when he got older; a bishounen. She couldn't even fathom having someone more beautiful than herself existing in the family.

One day his mother got too carried away with her sexual advances towards her son. She tied him to his bed, stripped him of all his clothing. She fondled and ran her soft fingers over his body, trying to provoke an erection from her young son. After some persistence she succeeded. Izaya always fought back against his mother when she tried to touch him, and she would always slap him or abuse him in some way; this time as he struggled she had punched him in the face. As he could do nothing against her, nor set himself free he just laid there.

His angelic mother was giving him a blow job. He could hear the sucking and licking sounds, disgusting echoes of this perversion bounced off his walls to his bedroom. He tried not to give in to the sensations of pleasure, and he didn't want to say anything to displease her being the child. As he began to climax, his entire body tensed; and his lower body convulsed into his mother's mouth. She swallowed him whole, letting his cock hit the back of her throat; his seed running down the back of her throat leaving it coated with his white substance.

After she finished, he begged her to stop doing things like this to him. Every night after school he debated if he should runway or go home. He grew tired of this abuse, he knew what she was doing to him was wrong. He was just glad she hadn't gone any further with him than touching and until that day partaking in his manhood. Still bound to his bed, he told her that he was going to tell his dad what she had been doing to him. Her beautiful face seemed to have changed right before his eyes, from a gleaming goddess to a dark and deformed devil of righteous rage.

At that moment the young Izaya knew he shouldn't have said that to her, and wished that he could take it back; he would swear that he would never to tell anyone. He should've thought about the predicament that his was in before he said those words. Before he could muster any words she pushed up off his bed and stormed out of his room. She went to find her handbag and from it she grabbed a knife, a butterfly blade. She kept it for late nights after work just in case. She was very adept at using it too, and Izaya knew this because he often watched from a distance as she played with it while talking on the phone. She walked back into his room, climbed on top of him, not sexually just sat on top of him. She stared into his eyes hard and cold. Then smiled beautifully as she swung her blade out opening as you would a butterfly knife. It was scary just watching her swing it about as she opened it, and in an instant she held that blade to her son's throat. He tilted his neck up trying not to add any unneeded pressure to it. Her weight and being bound left no room for escape. She bent down closer to his lips and said, "Give mother a kiss, Izaya." She demanded. He didn't obey only thinking out of fear for the blade at his neck.

She said in a motherly tone, "I'm not coming any closer. U reach mother's lips and give me a kiss." She emphasized the "s" in the word kiss. Izaya lifted his head slightly, and slowly to meet his mother's lips. In his effort of doing so she left the blade in place cutting into his skin ever so slightly drawing blood. He made a quiet sound of pain that was muffled behind his open mouthed kiss he obliging gave to her.

Tears ran down the side of his tightly closed eyes. When she finished swapping spit with her subdued and obeying child. She said, "Good boy." Removed her knife from his throat then smacked him very hard across his small beautiful face, sending his head back against the bed. He took a deep breath before looking at her. She glared at him, "Good for nothing brat" then hit him again. This time sound of pain escaped his lips. He tried pulling at his restraints then she continued to slap him multiple times.

She told her son as she grabbed his face with force to look at her. "You are mine, I created you; you came from my body. I will do as I wish with your body. You will never leave me and you will never ever tell anyone about mother's love for you, I will not allow it." His eyes got big and teary. To prove her everlasting love for her child she did something no mother would most likely ever do to her own child. She took her blade, and ran it diagonally across his lower pelvic bone. She made three cuts deep enough to draw blood and make them scar later. As she made these loving cuts she held her hand over his mouth, he screamed into her hand.

When she finished she rolled off of him laying by his side with her arm propping her up. She leaned in towards his neck licking the wound she gave him earlier from her blade, free of blood. She said "Izaya keep quiet for mother, I cut u three times for a reason. One being that you are a naughty boy and the naughty need to be punished. Second, an idea or story that you deem necessary to share is then in actuality a secret - to keep our secret will be your burden. The third will always remind you that love doesn't exist for you. I don't love u Izaya neither does daddy. She kissed him on the lips once more then got up from the bed and left him still bound. As she slowly closed the door to his room tears rolled from his eyes down his cheeks and losing their way in the darkness as the door was shut completely. In his dark bedroom alone he cried himself to sleep with a sore face, a cut on his throat and still bleeding in his lower area.

The next morning she came into his room and untied his bruised wrists. As she walked away she told him to go to school, and to keep quiet about their secrets that they shared. She turned to him before exiting his room and smiled like an Angel then left like any other day. He took a shower bandaged his cuts and got dressed in his school uniform and grabbed money his mother always left for him on the stand by door for lunch. She never once made him a bento for lunch.

That night he decided to run away. He came home to an empty home, mom was at work and dad was who knows where. He had been saving the money his mother left for him for lunch and barely ate at school. Finally, he had saved up enough to leave. He packed a few things into a bag and took the money he saved from its hiding spot and left a short letter for mother as she would be the one to find it on his bed. "Dear mother, I am leaving please do not try to find me because if u do I will just leave again. I will always and forever remember the 3 things you told me, you have etched them deep into my bones. Forever yours, Izaya."

TBC...

I am currently writing next chapter, and I think that it is a little sadistic. Time for Izaya's punishment, HEHE.

BTW, I just noticed that I am taking a hell of a long time addressing details, sorry for that. I guess that's just the way I write.

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