Initially Izaya hadn't planned it… For him it had been nothing but a fantasy. For the time being he didn't allow himself to think about it more than that. This whole idea was too dangerous even for him and completely out of question. Yet he had been unable to let it go. Like a fever it spread through his entire body, leaving him weak and delirious. So he did what he could do the best; do some research about slavery and kidnapping.
The bartender, the strongest in Ikebukuro, came from a normal family. The easily angered but still too tender Shizuo Heiwajima. Completely unaware of how appealing he was to some guys out there. His strength was surely what made him so attractive to some people and even after deadly wounds it only made him stronger by survival. He was cracked but not yet broken. The sweetness of his innocence, his still intact innocence would be perfect for the guys out there. It was a gift… A reward… A prize and he'd be able to get them all.
Before Izaya went through with his masterplan, he had been very excited and came to the sharp realization that he couldn't wait anymore. Now was the time to put his plan to reality. Every time he watched Shizu-chan from afar he knew exactly how he would make him submissive to interested guys (nothimneverhim!). When he was sleeping he dreamt of him. Woke up from his need, sweat sticking to his clothes before he went sleeping again. The bartender moved through his dreams while in the darkness of a basement, his pale skin and blond hair glowing, his eyes shone with fear. Even someone like Shizu-chan could be destroyed. This dream aroused him, he was just about to ravage this muscular body when the alarm clock jerked him into wakefulness.
Izaya didn't know if he should be relieved or furious.
It took him the entire morning to make all arrangements. First the car. Shiki lent it to him, fully aware of Izaya's dubious plan. Then the equipment. The checklist, sorting out the tools he would bring with him into a little bag, the ones he would use later. Thirdly the basement of the potential customer with a table in the middle of the room.
Later in the afternoon he was more cautious than usual when he was searching for the bartender. Izaya tried to keep his distance from him. As an informant he has mastered the art of invisibility a long time ago. When he followed him home he watched Shizu-chan as he walked with his hands in his pockets. Maybe now was the day his dark dreams would become reality…
Night came way too slow. Izaya waited outside of Shizu-chan's apartment, left alone with his thoughts which drove him in a frenzied frustration. NOW was the time to go. It was a very cool night, but he waited in front of a window, getting in position to wait for an opportunity patiently. Thank god his concentration hadn't slipped even once or he would have missed the chance of Shizu-chan opening the door. Izaya smiled as he ghosted up to within an inch to the bartender, raised both arms and locked him in a tight grip in a single, fluid movement. The syringe with the anesthetic had sunk into the long neck. Even Shizu-chan had no chance of escaping this dose of drugs and Izaya put one hand over his mouth before Shizuo had a chance to make a sound. Shizuo's body was warm, muscles against him as he began to struggle even with drugs in his system. Izaya had savoured every second of it, every movement so deeply he felt on the edge of climax right here and there. Shizuo's struggles were getting weaker and Izaya took this chance to close his eyes and push his face into the blond hair, inhaling the slight smell of shampoo. His need burned and seared, pants getting uncomfortable, but he tried to ignore it until he could bring this young man into the car. Now he had to move to the next stage of his increasingly dangerous plan.