Demon Eyes

Chapter 10: Betrayal and Punishment

Why?

Why is it when Shizuo was involved all his plans seemed to get messed up! Izaya hadn't even been really up to anything bad this time, Shizuo hadn't even really done anything and his plans still got off track. The blonde was so frustrating, always so unpredictable and that is why Orihara Izaya really hated him.

Izaya stopped in his tracks with a sigh his eyes rising up the hill.

As much as he tried not too he couldn't stop thinking about his encounter with Shizuo only moments ago. What was with him anyways? Just standing there staring, not yelling death threats or throwing random heavy objects at him…that kind of behavior was not Shizuo. Izaya stuffed his hands in his pockets with a frown before shaking his head, why was he even dwelling on such a topic when there were more important matters at hand.

That's right, he had not the time to be thinking about Shizu-chan, his priority was to sort out this dream of his and undercover the mask of the newcomer. Then he would return to his rightful place as a god, dutifully watching over his humans to ensure that their lives were never boring.

As if a spark was lit beneath him, Izaya once again resumed his trek up the hill, his eyes gleaming with their usual superiority even though there were no humans on this road to pass. He was going to finish what he had come to his hometown for and that was for information and Izaya would be sure not to leave empty handed. Finally reaching the abandoned warehouse the informant wasted no time to push the wooden doors open and it was in that moment that all his confidence drained from him as his eyes gazed into the darkness.

It seemed unnatural, he had just opened the doors and yet no light reached inside the warehouse, it merely stopped at the door. For the first time in his life, Orihara Izaya did not want to know what was inside, his curiosity switched off. The informant clenched his fists and a low growl that could rival Shizuo's escaped his lips, this nonsense would stop! He could not allow himself to feel such a petty human emotion as fear, he was born to be a GOD! Someone who stands above all life and a god should not and would not be afraid, that was an emotion reserved for his beloved humans only.

Straightening his jacket Izaya took a step inside until he was engulfed by the darkness, at first he saw nothing, nothing at all but then a small light flickered in his eyes. As if a moth drawn towards a flame his legs drew him closer to the only source of light, a small candle on top of an old wooden table. A beautiful rose lay on top of an envelope with his name neatly encrypted on the paper, its color of course being red and judging by the smell that reached his noise…it was not ink. With a slight hesitation Izaya moved the disgusting flower away to pick up the envelope quickly tearing open the side.

My beloved Izaya;

I have longed for this day, the day when we would be together again, the day when you would be forever mine.

In life and in death you are mine, remember that Izaya. I will not tolerate betrayal.

This hurts me more than it will hurt you…

The letter slipped from the informant's hand but he hadn't even been able to turn around when gravity forced him to the ground his first thought to reach for his switch blade in his pocket. A plan that was quickly crushed by a knee digging into his arm, the feel of warm breath against the back of his neck made a shiver run up his mind. This was what Izaya would refer to as a bad situation, worse than being trapped in an alleyway by Shizuo with no escape route. "Didn't I tell you Izaya, that you would regret it" The voice sent chills thought out his body and it took all of his self control to try and keep himself from trembling.

This was not fear! He was not afraid, not now and not ever! No matter how sick and twisted this man was, Orihara Izaya would never show fear.

"Regret? I don't even know the meaning of that word, did I perhaps ruin your life, If so then there's no need to thank me" Izaya cursed his timid voice, he had meant for it to come out stronger but instead it came out weak, an empty bluff, a knife in a gunfight. A wet slimy surface touched the side of his neck before he felt teeth squeeze his flesh so that a small trail flowed down towards the ground. Izaya had never been more humiliated in his entire life, here he was probably on the verge of being violated and he was completely defenseless. If there was a bright side to his situation at least his beloved humans weren't able to witness his current weakness right now and even better Shizuo wasn't around to see it. He wondered how Shizuo would react if he came across this mess, would he just walk away? Probably would, that stupid uncivilized brute…he couldn't imagine Shizu-chan actually helping him but the thought of such a ridiculous idea was somewhat comforting.

A deep growl snapped him back to the present as he was roughly rolled to his front side, his hands pinned above his head while another hand rested on his cheek. Izaya found himself staring into the blue eyes of the white haired stranger he had met not long ago, "Even as we share this precious tender moment still you think of him" Precious? Tender? Was this man out of his mind, well, actually Izaya kind of got that from the get go and the last part of his statement filled his mind with many questions. "Wh…what are you" A smile once again crossed the white haired strangers face as he stroked Izaya's cheek with a loving stare that bordered on creepy. "Still as perceptive as ever, I'm not human and I'll leave it at that for the moment" Gee, not human, not like he hadn't already figured that out a moment ago, he couldn't even help rolling his eyes at the man on top of him and much to his irritation the man's smile widened.

Perhaps this was how Shizu-chan always felt, such irony.

Izaya was roughly pulled up a bit his face inches from his oh so friendly violator a vicious gaze adorning those blue eyes of his. "Stop thinking about him! You belong to ME!" huh? What was this lunatic blabbering about this time about this him stuff. Could he mean Shizu-chan? A smirk crossed his face and even though Izaya knew it was a bad idea he couldn't help the urge to try and torment this man. "Why? Jealous" Finally his voice seemed somewhat normal and it gave Izaya the confidence he needed to continue, "Not that I blame you, I mean Shizuo has such a nice body and a handsome face, he's the perfect lover" Izaya turned his face away from the angry man above him faking a sigh of despair while laughing on the inside. "Even if this love of mine is one sided, my body and soul...and my heart..." Slowly he turned to face his stalker once more, "...Belong to Shizuo"

A silence followed Izaya's glorious one sided love confession and for a moment he thought he had won. For a moment Orihara Izaya felt in control and it was in that next moment that for once in his life he wished he had kept his mouth shut.

The man closed his eyes releasing a sigh before he looked back down into Izaya's eyes now completely calm. "It pains me to do this but I already told you I would not tolerate betrayal" Izaya was flipped once again to his stomach, his head being pressed into the ground while another hand held his left arm high above his head. Warm breath came into his ear reminding Izaya all over again that the man behind him was not human. "I forgive you Izaya because I've been watching you for quite some time so I already knew about your feeling for that bartender" He leaned down and kissed the top of Izaya's head his eyes softening as he gazed upon his beloved. The informant had no idea what to expect before the man twisted his left arm swiftly a scream escaping between his lip as the sound of a crack reached his ears.

A limp arm hit the ground as Izaya struggled to sink his teeth further into his lips to keep more humiliating cries from escaping. The pain clouded his mind and the only thing that kept him conscious was the budge that had formed on his back. "Yes! That's it! More! Let me hear more of your beautiful screams Izaya!" The sick bastard got turned on after he broke his arm, this situation had already been bad and now it was worse. Izaya felt more weight on his back and that demented voice whispered into his arm once more, "As much as I want to ravage your beautiful body we shall post pone our honeymoon until later so I can see your beautiful flushed face and hear those delightful screams to their fullest"

The future god heard the words but they were not registering, his eyes were blurry and his breath was ragged. The weight on top of him disappeared but he still did not move because the darkness of the room had already claimed him.

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Author's Note: I once again apologize for how slow I am at updating, thank you for the reviews and those who are following this story. The end is still fresh in my mind its just a matter of typing the chapters up ^.^

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