Limping into the main office Izaya couldn't help, but glare at the back of the chair in front of him, as he waited as patiently as possible for it to turn and reveal his 'boss' he'd been here just over a week now, and to say it was hard would be an understatement, the first couple of days were spent boundary testing…however when the punishments starting becoming too painful he stopped.
After all he had Shizuo to think of as well, but now he knew his boundaries he was hoping to avoid trouble, just this man picked at everything he did…the first folder of information he gave, was a tester…now he was certain, no he was positive that all the info in there was perfect and completely 100% correct, but the man managed to find faults, that earned him his first beating…and Shizuo's third…
Without even realising it, he'd raised a bandaged hand and placed it over his stomach, the place where the worst of his wounds was located…gripping the fabric of his shirt beneath his fingers he inwardly growled…his new boss was far from patient, the bastard had not only shot him the first day he met him, he also stabbed him for taking "too long" getting "simple" information, when in reality it had been just over an hour…
Yes it was simple, when you could actually go outside. He needed to go outside and get proper surveillance otherwise his information was solely internet trust based. And as much as he loved the internet, you couldn't always tell a lie from the truth…as he knew first hand; it was easy to lie on the internet, very easy…thankfully he had trustworthy contacts.
But anyway, back to the subject matter at hand, his new boss…
"I have all the information you asked for, check for yourself if you don't believe me, I fine combed it all…none of it should be wrong" throwing the memory stick on the man's desk Izaya's face remained as impassive as it had when he entered, he just didn't get the same kick out of giving away another human beings personal information…
It had lost all of its meaning when someone started forcing him to do it with the threat of death…
Turning in the chair, the man smiled and picked up the memory stick, eyeing it with cruel intention…Izaya couldn't help the slight tremor that ran down his spine at the look, this man…he wouldn't refrain in causing him bodily harm, he knew that very well…
"So if I put this into my computer, I will find every single bit of information on my target?"
Nodding Izaya looked at the floor, he hated this man's eyes, like his they were red, but these eyes held nothing, but cruelty and malicious intent…then again wasn't thinking that making him a hypocrite…?
"Yes sir…" "Well Izaya-kun, I shall be the judge of that…your dismissed."
Bowing Izaya clenched his fists and turned to leave, stopping at the door he looked back a nervous look on his face…
"What?"
"When can I see Shizuo…you said I could see him, but you never continued talking from there…"
He seemed to think about this for a while, before he sighed and nodded.
"Ah yes…well I suppose you can see him now, after all looking at this…you did an alright job, there's a lot of information here, I just hope for your sake, it's all right."
Smirking Izaya's eyes turned cold, he hated people questioning his information…
"You should consider yourself lucky even if it's not; you see I'm not a charity, nor a mind reader. If anything is wrong, it's your own fault for not letting me leave this place."
Standing the man smiled, a very gentle smile that would fool anyone, anyone, but Izaya…he went way over the line…but hey, he couldn't help the way his mind was…
Walking over to Izaya, "boss" continued smiling till he was standing just barely an inch away from the boy's face, then it turned into a frown.
"Listen here, boy. You work for me now, I could give a fuck whether you are or are not a charity, as long as you're in this building, your body, mind and soul are mine. Are we clear?"
Now anyone else would take the poorly hidden malice as a sign to shut up and go, but Izaya wasn't just anyone else, he was Izaya…
"Now, now, now, it's called personal space, oh and a breath mint won't hurt…" Growling "boss" began walking to his desk, it was then Izaya noticed something…
"Hmm, judging from your hand, you're not married…and well, all I will say is with such an unappealing attitude, you won't ever find someone who loves you enough to marry you. Then again, she'd have to be blind, deaf and stupid to fall in love with such an ugly man in the first place, ha-ha."
His laughs stopped when he heard the click of a gun, opening his eyes he frowned, time to stop Izaya…however it seemed his mind had no intention of stopping, he'd had enough of this man.
"Well I'm off to see Shizu-chan! Bye-bye!" With that he bolted, inwardly cowering as he heard the man shoot, and felt the vibration of the bullet as it just missed his quickly moving legs.
Running down the near enough empty hallways, Izaya couldn't stop laughing, he wanted to stop, fuck he was terrified on the inside, he had death chasing him! He was just barely missing the bullets, he couldn't tell if it was the man's lousy aim, or he was just so used to dodging things with Shizuo…
Pushing through doors, He growled; stairs…up or down?
"Izaya, come here now!"
Down it was…
Shrugging, he began running as fast as he could down the stairs, he could feel his heart racing, now he was on the last flight of stairs and "boss'" shouts where growing louder and louder as his footsteps echoed like a doomsday drum of the moss and damp covered walls…
Coming out from the stairs, he growled; it was a dead straight hallway and all it led to was more stairs…but he had no choice, he could hardly turn back now…swallowing, he bolted forward, keeping his mind focused on where he was going, and his ears sharp as possible for incoming bullets…and it wasn't long till they stated ricocheting off the bullet proof glass every lab down the hallway seemed to have.
He wasn't even half way and he could feel blood seeping down his leg, side, forehead and arm, none of the bullets had actually hit him…yet, these were just rebounds that caught him…
Turning his head in the intention to look back his eyes caught a sight he never wanted to see again, it shook him to the point he lost his footing and ended up near enough flying a good 5 feet before he hit the ground, his right arm taking the entire weight of his body, a loud crack rang through the hallway, but the pain had yet to sink in as the boys adrenaline was way to high…
Pulling himself up, he near enough crawled back to the window…eyes widening at the full sight…
"Shizu-chan…" turning his head Izaya's eyes held nothing but sheer madness "What the fuck have you done to him! Harming Shizu-chan is my and my alone pleasure!"
"You fucking little bastard!" grabbing Izaya by his neck he forced his head to the ground, his anger was seething out of him as he held the struggling boy to the floor, growling he pushed the gun into his face, in the hopes to stop him moving, however it did nothing…
"You want me to fucking shoot you, cause I fucking will if you don't stop moving!"
Izaya paid no heed to him and kept fighting, he hated being pinned! Snarling the man above him removed his hand from Izaya's neck and grabbed his hair, he then began smashing the boys head against the hard floor only stopping when he could see a clear puddle of blood and Izaya had stopped trying to get away.
"That's better, now tell me…WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU DOING!" his shouts where so loud Izaya couldn't help, but utter a small cry…it didn't help that his face was not even an inch from his as he shouted…
"I thought you were meant to be smart Orihara! Yet you try something so fucking stupid! I should blow your fucking brains out right now; you're not the only informant in Tokyo you know! Besides when you're dead, second best becomes the best. So I won't lose much" he was about to continue when he noticed the smile on Izaya's blood covered face…
"What the fuck is so funny you little bastard! I'm warning you, no I'm telling you, anymore smart assed comments from you and I will ram this fucking gun so far up your fucking ass, and I WILL blow your fucking insides out!"
At this Izaya couldn't help, but giggle, he wasn't sure if it was the concussion he certainly had, or his need to push people till they broke that made him not stop…
"Wow, your vocab is amazing, fucking this fucking that…he-he besides…second best will always be second best even if the best dies, they don't just move up…they have to earn it, like everything. If you died, whoever you have appointed will take over, but they won't be the true "boss" till they have earned their place as alpha so to say…you humans truly are so illogical it's embarrassing…"
"Right that's it…I warned you Orihara!"
With that the man grabbed Izaya by the throat and dragged him to his feet, once he was up he exchanged neck for hair and forced the boy into the room in front of Shizuo's…
Throwing him onto the metal table the man smiled evilly down on Izaya as he screamed his broken arm giving a reminder of its existence; chuckling "boss" pulled the curtains across the windows and locked the door…
"I will make you regret the day you learnt how to talk Orihara, when I'm done with you, you won't ever speak again…I assure you of that."
It was then, that Izaya truly began to fear this man…no this demon in a human shell…
He was trapped, and no words would get him out of this now…
I don't like this chapter very much ;.; I feel like I failed on it…written at 4am so if there are any mistakes…I will edit them once I have slept =3=
And Shizuo fans, don't worry he's in the next chapter….a lot =D just need this out of the way so I can get the storyline going ;3
*pat's Izaya* my mind is a cruel place, and sadly you're in it :3
Thanks for reading, feel free to leave a review with your thoughts and suggestions :)
Till the next chapter~