Class C roster (Izaya's):- Mikado-kun, Masaomi-kun, Shizu-chan, Masaki-chan, Kai-chan, Mori-chan, Asuka-kun, Kai-kun, Tomo-kun, Chiaki-kun, Maki-kun, Azaki-chan, Ai-chan, Kuni-kun, Kan-chan, Go-kun, Nao-chan, Yuki-kun, Katsu-chan, Yasu-kun, Shiko-chan, Taki-kun, Kin-chan, Sei-chan, Masa-chan, Yoshi-kun, Taka-chan, Shichi-kun, Hiro-chan, Nori-kun, Tai-chan.

31 students

Kuni-kun suspended 2 weeks

Sei-chan off sick

Masaomi let off for one lesson

28 in attendance

Eleventh class

Shizuo woke up sore and very uncomfortable. He could hear his father rushing around and the sound of his mother getting up. The first sound he heard was of his own head hitting the door. Then he remembered why he was on the floor in the first place. Mikado had tried forcing him. His friend had shown he was just the same as the rest of their class. The kid was dangerous, he just hadn't seen how much. Well now he knew. But it might have been a mistake. Izaya's take over of their maths class had been a horrible surprise no one had been expecting. Everyone had been rattled and his friend had just taken it badly.

Shizuo groaned crawling away from the door and pushing himself to his knees. Standing up he shook his arm getting rid of the numbness. He couldn't stay in his room all day. With of sigh Shizuo kicked the futon away and opened the door.

Kasuka's door was closed so he quickly passed padding downstairs and into the kitchen. "Morning." His mother smiled.

"Good morning, Shizuo." Mikado nodded.

Shizuo nodded a little stiffly. The class rep wasn't acting any differently. Yesterday could have just been a bad day. His strength must have thought otherwise. Sitting down opposite the other teen, Shizuo could see a dark patch under Mikado's eye. He'd done that.

"That was so sweet of you to offer your brother's bed." His mother smiled.

Shizuo said nothing eating quickly. He needed to keep an eye on the teen but on the other hand he didn't even want to look at him. Mikado had betrayed their friendship just like Izaya had warned.

"Thank you for the meal." Mikado stood. Shizuo fought a shiver and then the teen was gone.

"Shizuo," his mother sat down in the vacant seat "Mikado-kun seems troubled, I noticed that bruise he's got forming. Is there trouble at home?"

Shizuo felt his breakfast lodge in his throat. "...he lives alone."

"Maybe school then. Keep an eye on him. You don't need to fight just tell the teacher if you see anything."

Shizuo nodded but promised nothing. Izaya wanted to take all of their virginities so what would he do if he found out Mikado had tried to escape? Shizuo hung his head. It wouldn't just be the class rep that got in trouble. He'd been the one on the receiving end.

x-x-x

Mikado left earlier than him needing to get his uniform. Shizuo didn't stop him and thankfully his mother didn't tell him to tag along.

That didn't stop them meeting up at the crossroads like usual where Masaomi was waiting. "Good morning my fellow sufferers." At least someone had a good night. "Shizuo, man you look like you were dragged through a hedge backwards!"

The teen was grinning so he knew it was a joke. At least he hoped it was a joke, running his fingers through his hair anyway.

"Mikado, what is with your eye? Did you hit on someone else's girlfriend?" The blond laughed.

"I'm not you."

Shizuo walked on Masaomi's other side instead of Mikado's, needing to keep a distance between them. The other two didn't seem to notice or care exchanging jokes at the expense of each other. Shizuo stuffed his hands in his pockets feeling out of place. Were the two next to him really his friends?

x-x-x

First period maths. Shizuo trudged into class and took his seat. Izaya was already there waiting to torment them. As usual the psychopath greeted them cheerily and started writing questions on the board as if a repeat from yesterday.

Except Shizuo could feel Izaya's eyes on him or more than likely the three of them. The bruising on Mikado's eye was already coming out. He felt guilty for lashing out but grateful his strength was locked or he could have done some serious damage.

Masaomi was lost in thought occasionally staring at the class rep brow furrowed. Once the blond's gaze shifted to him in question. Shizuo turned away focusing on his paper.

The questions were ten times harder than yesterday's. Shizuo tried and failed to concentrate. He didn't want to end up anywhere near the front but a break from Mikado would be nice. Trying his best he struggled through guessing the answers for the ones he didn't know, that the answers would be between 1 and 26.

When it came to marking he'd gotten 2 right. It was disappointing and meant he was in dire need of a tutor. Next to him Masaomi looked panicked and next to him he could see some crosses on Mikado's.

"Okay," Izaya grinned "As some of you may have guessed yesterday's answers were a code. I want everybody to write that code down now."

Shizuo wrote down the words the blond had told him, surprised he remembered them. Izaya was at the front reading their answers as he passed by each desk. "Stand." The majority were standing as they did last time. Nori-kun was left sitting.

Izaya passed by his desk and smiled. "You three can stay sitting. For those that got the answer right your places are fixed. Today's scores have no effect." Shizuo sagged in relief watching as the rest of the class was shuffled around. He knew he would have been dead last if he'd been moved. Most likely there would be a code for next lesson. His fri- the two sitting next to him hadn't got all the answers right so it would be a struggle to guess. When he got home, he'd have to cram like his life depended on it.

"Good. Now that that's done. I know changing teachers can be stressful so these two lessons this week have been to ease you in as it were. Come Monday the topic we're studying will change and there will be rewards as an incentive."

Shizuo grimaced. Izaya looked directly at him and smiled. "However that means there has to be punishments as well. I suggest this weekend you all brush up on your maths. Continue on from last lesson. Shizu-chan, Mikado-kun come outside please."

Shit. What now? Shizuo pushed himself up and left the classroom keeping ahead of the class rep. Izaya closed the door. He didn't like Mikado standing so close to him, subtly moving further along.

"There's some tension between you two this morning. Mikado-kun, what happened to your eye?"

The class rep flinched covering the bruise. "I walked into a door."

Izaya didn't believe him. Shizuo could see it. "Is that so? Try and be more careful, ne?" Mikado nodded looking expectant. "You can rejoin your classmates."

Shizuo could have sworn the class rep looked a little dejected but it was quickly gone and the door closed again. "Did someone lose their temper, Shizu-chan?"

Izaya stepped into him, brushing a lock of hair behind his ear. Shizuo couldn't help but shiver. "You know how I feel about bullying." Shizuo looked away not wanting to see their teacher so close he could feel his breath on his skin. Mint and a faint smell of coffee. "I can guess what happened so I'll let you off this time."

Shizuo nodded feeling something hard against him. His fists clenched as he tried to blend in with the wall. Izaya's hand moved dangerously close to his crotch. "Mikado-kun can be a little predictable. He tried to break a rule, didn't he?"

Shizuo's breath hitched sharply, a cold blade that felt like death held against his throat. "Shizu-chan, your firsts like everyone else are mine. If you break that rule you will be punished for it. If I feel you're close to breaking that rule, I will take you." Izaya thrust against him. Shizuo found himself trembling. "I'll do it so hard you won't remember your own name. This is the only warning I'm giving you. Break my game and I'll break you. Do I make myself clear?"

Shizuo nodded terrified. He could feel Izaya through their clothes, he knew his teacher's shape thanks to that damn sex toy. Izaya took a step back dancing away from him. Shizuo slumped feeling another nick on his throat. "You can rejoin your classmates."

Shizuo nodded quickly taking his seat staring at his desk. His hands shook violently. One hand covering the small trickle of blood down his throat. Message received. They were to keep their virginity until Izaya decided to take it.

"Dude, you okay?" Masaomi leaned over and whispered when he returned.

Shizuo said nothing. If Mikado hadn't done what he had this wouldn't have happened. Was that really what friends did? Surely the class rep had known about the rule.

x-x-x

Shizuo skipped next period science quickly separating himself from Masaomi and Mikado. His choices for not being bothered were the roof and the infirmary. Not wanting to be caught alone he chose the infirmary taking the empty bed at the far end.

Izaya had made it clear what would have happened if he had touched Mikado. The problem was his friend had put him in that position knowing what the consequences were. The teen rolled over covering his head. Izaya's lesson about friendship kept repeating over and over in a loop. He didn't want to think about it. Mikado and Masaomi had been kind to him and protected him during their sick teacher's lessons.

Well no they hadn't not really. Despite being friends three was a crowd leaving no space for him between Mikado and Masaomi. Because they had each other he'd been paired with Izaya every time. Was that intentional? Were they setting him up to fail?

"There you are!" Masaomi ran into the infirmary looking panicked. Shizuo feigned sleep. "Oi, you're sick? Dude you picked a fine time for that."

Shizuo tensed a little hearing the blond step up towards the bed. There was a tap on his leg that became a slap. Lifting his head he glanced at his friend.

"Why did you skip?"

"Hah?" Shizuo yawned.

"I left Mikado in class so I thought I'd come and tell you. Our science class-"

"Izaya is our teacher?" Shizuo guessed. It looked like their teacher was intent on taking over all their classes.

"Well no. But he did introduce our new teacher. It looks like they know each other." Masaomi plopped down on the bed. "If it's just a normal teacher that's fine but that bastard was smiling. What if he's just as sick?"

Shizuo frowned. "You left Mikado with him?"

The blond groaned. "He told me too. I'm supposed to be in the toilet. It's too late to come in now just make sure you can make it next lesson."

Shizuo scowled. "You think Izaya will take over english too?"

"At this point I wouldn't doubt it. This is our final year. We should have expected this." Masaomi shrugged. "But if you're sick there's nothing we can do. Get some sleep, you've still got Izaya's lesson to get through."

Shizuo frowned. "Is that for Mikado?"

"Huh?"

Shizuo shook his head already feigning sleep. The other teen was gone so he let himself fall recovering energy for final period. He didn't know what Izaya had planned for them but it wouldn't be good.

x-x-x

Shizuo jolted awake looking up the class rep. The duo were standing next to the bed looking down at him.

"You've been asleep since second period. We managed to leave social studies early. The bell will ring in five minutes." Mikado told him.

"You've got that bastard next."

Shizuo groaned sitting up. Masaomi handed him his gym kit looking solemn. "I'm supposed to leave but I'll keep an eye out and help you if you get into trouble. Stay together."

Shizuo nodded holding his clothes. He didn't want to get undressed in front of Mikado. Not when Izaya knew everything.

"Shizuo! Hey man, you need to protect Mikado and yourself. You can be sick after." The blond cupped his face crouching so their eyes met. "Did you let him in? That bastard likes his mind games. What did he say to you during first period?"

The bell rang loud and shrill. Mikado sighed. "We need to get to class." Shizuo was more concerned about the smile on the class rep's face.

"Damn. Whatever he said he's trying to mess with you. Don't listen to him." Shizuo nodded half heartedly. Was that because Izaya was right about them? Or because his friends were genuine?

x-x-x

"Shizu-chan." Izaya grinned. "Did you have a nice nap?" Shizuo shouldn't have been surprised. "Are you worried I'll make you class pet today?" He hadn't through about it. Hadn't dreamed the psychopath would take over another of their classes. "I'm not going to."

Shizuo blinked looking at their teacher. Izaya stared back looking innocent but the cruel twisted smile gave him away. "Take your seats or don't. Either way."

Shizuo took his seat the same as everyone else. They were back in circle, the only difference between Izaya's class and the two he'd taken over.

"Is that everyone? Kuni-kun is still suspended. Sei-chan is still ill and Masaomi should have gone home but is probably still lurking around somewhere. Twenty eight today. Nice and even."

Shizuo sat tense. It felt like he hadn't been in the circle for a while. Izaya was walking around the outside and no one dared to look at what he was doing. Things had changed and the worst of those changes was being unable to look at Mikado and trust the hand signs. For the first time he felt alone in the class. He had no allies or friends, every single one would set out to destroy him. Shizuo could feel their eyes on him, just as he could feel Izaya behind him almost breathing down his neck.

The rules had changed and now no one knew what was coming. With Izaya's control spreading into their other classes, Shizuo guessed that today marked the end. This was their final year. Izaya was going to break all of them.

"For today's lesson we're going on a field trip." Izaya happily announced. "It's not my original lesson plan, that one will have to wait. Everyone outside on the bus."

Shizuo looked to the class rep as he stood. Mikado caught his eye and moved his hand. Turning away he left the classroom, his promise cutting into his brain. Letting the others pass by, he waited for Mikado as he'd told Masaomi that he would.

"Shizuo, I'm sorry if I frightened you last night." The class rep said quietly.

Shizuo didn't say anything walking towards the main doors. A field trip. They wouldn't be in school. Izaya could take them anywhere and his parents wouldn't know. Masaomi wouldn't be able to follow them.

"Shizuo, we need to work together." Mikado reached for him. Before he could move away the other teen's hand grabbed his arm. Shizuo looked down at how small it was and how delicate compared to the strength showed yesterday.

Shizuo sighed. He didn't want to lose Mikado or Masaomi's friendship. "Did you know what Izaya would have done to us if you'd gone through with it?"

The class rep hung his head. "I did." Shizuo shrugged him away. "I forgot. I was desperate. You've seen how the rest of the class sees me."

Shizuo knew he should trust his instincts like he usually did, this time however his chest was aching. This time he didn't know what to do or who to trust. That was why he was thankful to have Kasuka, his brother was that someone to confide in. Outside school he wasn't alone. Today he'd fulfil his promise. Tomorrow he'd think about the future of their friendship.

They reached the bus all too quickly and were ushered on. Mikado took the window seat and Shizuo took the seat next to him. The teen made their sign for thank you. He acknowledged it and they fell into a hushed silence. Izaya hadn't gotten on the bus yet, standing outside and watching them.

His nose twitched as it had started to do when Izaya was around. Shizuo looked around seeing everyone else was looking out at their teacher. The windows were all closed, the front doors closed as well. Shizuo noticed the small black locks on each one.

"Shizuo, what's wrong?" Mikado asked quietly.

"I smell something." He grumbled.

"There's nothing- what does it smell like?"

"I don't know."Shizuo looked behind him as Nori-kun began coughing. He wasn't the only one. Everyone in the back row was coughing. There was something on the bus, they just couldn't see it. Next to him Mikado coughed.

Shizuo stood feeling the inside of the bus spin. They needed to get off the bus. Coughing he fell back into his seat groaning at how far away the door was. The coughing at the back had cut off.

"Sleeping gas." Mikado coughed covering his nose and mouth.

Shizuo couldn't reach the door but he could break the window. The problem was everyone would get hurt by the spray of glass. Reaching over Mikado he pushed against the edge of the glass using his strength evenly across the window. Working quickly he was aware the bus had mostly fallen silence with exception of those at the front.

Mikado's eyes were closed, arms limply by his side. Shizuo growled shaking the sleepiness away. He needed to at least get the class rep out. The window gave way sliding out and onto the ground outside. Shizuo could barely feel his arms sticking his head out to breath. Grabbing Mikado he lifted him turning back to the window.

"Your strength isn't always going to save you." Shizuo jerked back seeing Izaya standing right in front of him. His hair was caught by someone else, a small mask placed over his nose and mouth. "And sleep."

x-x-x

Shizuo groaned opening his eyes, his cheek pressed against cold bumpy metal. Sitting up he looked into the darkness around him. They weren't on the bus anymore.

"Hello?" There was no answer to his call. Mikado wasn't within reach unless he was still unconscious. Blindly Shizuo felt around for the warm bodies of his class. His hand wrapped around something hard and wooden. A baseball bat?

A flash of light caught his eye. A torch. Except someone else was holding it in his face. Shizuo shielded his eyes with his arm. As quickly as it came the light went out. Hurried footsteps ran across the metal. Towards him he realised.

Shizuo looked around feeling something slam into his head. There wasn't much strength behind it but he'd felt the blow and the trickle of blood down the back of his neck. Whoever had hit him struck again.

Shizuo groaned rolling out of the way. He heard the sharp clang of metal as the weapon missed him and slammed into the floor. The torch flashed on again blinding him. Stumbling backwards Shizuo shuddered wondering how he was going to explain the blood to his mother.

From the light he could tell there was only two of them in what looked to be a container. Shizuo caught sight of another weapon and then another scattered across the floor.

His attacker came for him this time the light stayed on. Grabbing the bat, Shizuo cursed feeling the nails that had been hammered into it. That didn't stop him from ripping it out of his attacker's hands and snapping it in half, discarding the pieces.

Shizuo grunted wiping the back of his neck. He wasn't supposed to be fighting. His mother would think that he'd been using violence. "Damn it."

Another weapon. Shizuo reached for it but the light was gone and the bat slammed into his knee. Another hit to the stomach and again to the head. Growling he grabbed for the bat but in the darkness it was like trying to swat a fly.

Shizuo sat down feeling every strike. His attacker was trying to hurt him. He was more interested in the torch. Snatching it away, he took the hit and rolled away feeling the metal grooves against his back. The other teen screamed in rage and frustration followed by a lot of cursing. One of his class.

Wiping the blood from his eyes Shizuo felt for the switch turning on the torch. The bright beam lit up the darkness illuminating his attacker. It wasn't anyone he recognised meaning it could be anyone in his class apart from Mikado, Masaomi and Nori-kun.

The kid took a step back as if he was the victim. Shizuo turned away guiding the torch to examine the walls, the floor and ceiling. He needed to stay calm and make sure he didn't snap, which was hard considering the teen was going at it like he wanted to kill him. He didn't need a weapon he was a monster of one, which by now the kid should've understood.

On the wall was a button. A big shiny red button that was obvious when looking for it. Instead the kid had decided to try and take him down. Shizuo walked over noticing the kid's grip on the bat tighten. Doing his best to ignore him, he pushed the button.

Shizuo looked up at the sharp creaking coming from above. The container was on its side. Shizuo stared up at the open door, a thick rope dangling half way down. It was their way out. He felt better now that he had some proper light. The container was red, there were dozens of weapons littered across the container, from bats to knives, in the corner it looked like a samurai sword.

Shizuo jumped reaching for the rope and missing. Now he understood. Izaya had paired them with the person that hated them the most but to get out they needed to cooperate.

"What's your name?" Shizuo grumbled the pointless question.

"What's that?" The guy asked instead dropping the bat and picking up the knife. Shizuo growled in warning but it wasn't heeded.

"Our way out. Looks like we need to work together."

The other teen held the knife out in front of him. "What do you mean?"

Shizuo felt himself growing angry seeing the knife. Izaya used knives and chains, already he knew what a disappointment he would be to his mother. Tonight he couldn't go home. "You need to stand on my shoulders and climb up the rope. There should be more at the top just throw it down."

"Liar, you're going to hurt me!"

"I will if you don't put that fucking knife down!" Shizuo raged. Pausing he looked down seeing it embedded in the top of his leg. The kid backed away looking for another weapon. Shizuo grabbed him and threw him up and out of the container. The kid would bruise but he'd be fine.

Shizuo looked up watching as the rope was grabbed. Instead of being lowered so he could get out, the rope was pulled up leaving him with no way out. Clenching his fists Shizuo listened to the clanging against metal as the kid scrambled down. When it grew silent, Shizuo strode over to the far wall and pushed. He should have done it in the first place.

The container groaned and tipped falling on its side, the remaining weapons sliding down. Brushing himself down the teen strode out of the container and out into what looked like a maze of containers.

"Shizu-chan, that took longer than I expected." Izaya chirped. "Why didn't you use that strength of yours to start with? Do you still have some hope of having friends?"

Shizuo clenched his fists but didn't answer. Izaya had promised he would never hurt them because there was plenty of people to do it for him. "Where's Mikado?" He murmured looking around for the class rep.

"Third container down, the blue one. I put him with Yasu-kun. Looks like Katsu-chan got you good. There's a doctor on the bus."

Shizuo was already racing down to Mikado's container. He could handle himself but the class rep couldn't. There was a ladder attached to every container. Shizuo clambered up quickly standing on top. The door wasn't open and the rope still sat in a pile waiting to fall.

Crouching down Shizuo felt for the grooves and ripped the door up wincing at the loud protesting creak and groan. Throwing the door back it landed with a loud clang startling the two inside. Well one. Mikado looked up looking like a stranger amongst the weapons scattered across the floor. The other teen was on the floor covered in blood.

"Shizuo, you already got out?" Mikado asked quietly walking over to the wall and pushing the button. "Yasu-kun refused to work together. This button opens the door?"

Shizuo nodded dropping the rope down. It only went half way. Untying the first knot he let the rest down.

The class rep sighed. "We needed to work together. I would have been stuck in here."

Shizuo noticed Mikado put something in his pocket before grabbing onto the rope. It didn't look like he'd be able to climb. Clutching the rope Shizuo slowly pulled it up inching Mikado close to the exit.

The last of the rope lifted, Shizuo held out his hand pulling the class rep up. "Thanks. What happened?"

Shizuo clambered down the ladder with Mikado following behind him. "I got hit."

"With what?"

Shizuo finished climbing jumping down and remembering there was a knife in his thigh. His sweat pants were soaked with his blood. "A bat. I think. It was dark."

Mikado didn't have a mark on him, despite the other teen being unconscious. The class rep didn't look like he could fight but the evidence proved otherwise. "Who were you with?"

Shizuo shrugged. Izaya had said there was a doctor on the bus. Strange since it was another person being involved. Well as long as they took the knife out it was fine. "I don't remember his name or what he looked like."

"Did you hurt him?"

Shizuo glanced at the teen seeing a mix of concern and excitement. "No. I don't like violence." At least he didn't think the kid was hurt.

"...you held back?"

Shizuo shrugged. "I threw him out before I snapped."

Mikado nodded walking beside him lost in thought. Shizuo wondered what it was Mikado had hidden in his pocket and just how he'd managed to get through unscathed.

"Where's Orihara-sensei?"

"He was outside the container I was in." Shizuo yawned.

"Did he say anything?"

"Not really."

"Shizuo, this feels a bit too easy."

Shizuo rose a brow. "What did you use?"

Mikado took the object from his pocket. It was a pen. Shizuo stared at it. The lid was pulled off showing him it was a fountain pen.

The two of them walked through the maze of containers seeing only a couple of their class, the rest were fighting inside or worse. Shizuo shuddered looking around for Nori-kun. The other teen had been through enough.

"Shizuo, you need to see a doctor."

Continuing their walk, Shizuo was the first one to see the bus. Mikado ran forward. "Excuse me? My friend is hurt."

The doctor stepped down from the bus looking at him. "That's a nasty wound."

Shizuo froze. The doctor had short brown hair and glasses, wearing a lab coat. The man smiled at Mikado and him. "I'll take care of it."

"Thank you Kishitani-sensei."

Kishitani-sensei? Shizuo looked questionably at the class rep. "Shizuo, this is Kishitani-sensei our new science teacher."

Shizuo nodded grabbing Mikado's sleeve. "Stay?"

x-x-x

It was their most violent class so far. Shizuo stood leaning against the container avoiding the bus and their new science teacher. The numbers hadn't increased much and it was getting darker now.

Izaya had started opening the doors or generally skipping around. A couple of times he'd gone to talk to the doctor. It looked like the pair were friends. That in itself was surprising. But Shizuo now knew why he had been singled out and why he was in a class with a psychopath.

Mikado kept glancing his way yet didn't come any closer. Shizuo didn't know what to make of his friend. For now Mikado was keeping his distance watching over the carnage as one by one the containers were opened and a victor was helped out. In many cases the doctor was needed.

Most of the class were returned to the bus battered and broken. Everyone had been given a clean bill of health with no concussions being diagnosed. Their teacher was whistling as the ones that could walk found their seats.

Shizuo looked down at his bloodied clothes and groaned. The doctor had wound thick bandages around his head. His mother would have a fit. Sighing into his hands Shizuo glanced at the class rep. Friend or not Mikado was the only one in class he knew.

"Can I stay at yours?"

The other teen nodded smiling. Shizuo sat back in his seat wondering if he was making a mistake. Another complication had been added. Shizuo closed his eyes thinking whether he should tell Mikado or not, the fact that he knew their new teacher fairly well. After all the doctor had been a pervert and very hands on.

Mikado was looking relaxed smiling at the new teacher. Shizuo grimaced. The class rep didn't know the addition was just as bad as Izaya. The doctor caught his eye smiling at him, the exact same smile the man had been wearing when he'd thrown him out of the window, causing him to be expelled from his previous school. Now more than ever he needed to get out of Izaya's class.

A/N:- next time, the result of a choice.