Chapter 5

Sorry for the delay. I have trouble writing somehow… -

Sorry for all Shizuo fans (I'm one too after all) I really think Shizuo is not the brightest… BUT he's got a strong will to live, that I'm sure.^^

I've got some really kinky ideas for this FF lately… XD fenra, I think you'd be delighted XD

I've just told my sister yesterday a famous quote from Einstein (because of my father) and I really think it fits Shinra in this chapter somehow: "It's insanity to always do the same thing, but hope for a different result."

When Shizuo woke up, pain shot through his whole body. Except for maybe the pain in the ass (literally) from which he sometimes woke up, he slept more soundly than he could ever remember. It was as if he fell into a deep darkness that held no violence or pain. At least Izaya left by the time he woke up and there was a blanket too. Shizuo didn't think he could handle to have this man next to him again. It hurt too much to even look at him or Shinra. Maybe it would never leave. It was strange though; He still knows he'll escape this place. He never thought he'd be here for long. Maybe he was just optimistic, too hopeful. He grabbed the blanket and covered himself. The room was so cold, he shivered slightly.

Izaya had dreamt about his enemy tonight. Every night he was painfully hard or already damp with his climax. It's not the first time he had dreamt about doing bad things to his enemy. Or about his enemy doing bad things to him. He would never hurt a human, he loved them after all, but Shizuo was not a human. This night he slept as innocently as a baby. Pure of mind and relieved from all his worries.

It hadn't been his intention to take Shizuo so soon. Izaya promised himself to wait some days, only to savour this sight of Shizuo helpless. Now that he thought about it, it was stupid of him to just lay there next to his captive. The feeling was too good and the sight of Shizuo with his eyes clenched shut and the slight blush on his cheeks was great. Only if he could imagine enough, then he could picture it to be consensual. But this was only a childish wish, because Shizuo would always hate him and would always hate Shinra and for all the things they had done. But it was better this way than lose the bartender out of sight. He'd be their personal pet forever and perhaps Shizuo will come to like him… somehow even if it was a Stockholm syndrome. This experience would make him more human and then Izaya could like him.

Entering him was the sweetest thing ever. It was so difficult to keep himself from coming when he went in, but he had much more self-control than Shizuo had. If there was anything more flattering then it was Shizuo coming on his hands.

It was morning again, just after dawn. The same old routine: Gather information, chat with some guys while spreading rumours, watching Shizuo on the display. In order to not let anyone be suspicious he had to maintain his usual self. As if everything was normal ("what exactly was normal?")

Izaya had just sat down when the sound of the doorbell startled him thoroughly. Quickly securing the computer, he got to his feet. Shinra, probably. Out to visit him. Then it dawned to him. Shizuo had no chance to clean himself, blood was still on him from their encounter! Shinra would know what they had done and that he had damaged his good. His heart literally stopped but the doorbell kept ringing. Before opening, Izaya took a peek in the peephole. Only Namie, thank god. As soon as she'd be out, he noted, clean Shizuo properly and maybe give him another shot.

"You forgot your documents yesterday, just bringing them and I'm gone." Namie said briefly.

"That's strange. You never forget anything. " Namie just thrust them into his arms and went out again. The usual Namie; never sticking her nose into his business. Unlike some blond-haired man in his cellar. Well, it was his own fault for not staying away but always going after him. Izaya had been completely innocent. It was not like Shizuo didn't deserve it. Then again Shizuo would have said the same about Izaya if he had been in such a situation. After all, the informant was always the bad one, the one who deserved everything that could've been thrown at him. But that's why humans were so interesting after all. They separated the society in two groups: Good people and bad people. You have to be in one of those groups, and if you're not participating, humans will throw you into a drawer. Izaya was the bad one and Shinra the good underground doctor even though he was the one who did experiments on humans (or dullahans…). Even the beast Shizuo thought that Shinra was good…

Change of scene

Shinra had bound Shizuo to a post in the cellar, even taking the chains coming from the wall to bind his legs behind him, so they were spread out. Sometimes the creative vein of Izaya impressed him. The chains were firmly applied so Shizuo had no chance to move around like he wanted to. His arms were bound behind his back, his right arm showed various little punctures from all the injections. They would've killed other humans a long time ago, it was all thanks to Shizuo's special body that he has only weakened. Weakened to a new-born baby. There were bruises all over Shizuo's skin, his face battered, one eye a bit swollen, but otherwise still fine. As fine as anyone could be in such a situation. The blond-haired panted hard, trembling from the cold. At this moment he felt like crying. Never before has he felt so sad and frustrated at himself for not able to do anything about this. Not able to save his friend Shinra. Why was he behaving like this? Has he really thought about doing this before? Had Izaya given him something? Drugged the doctor like he had drugged him?

Shinra raised his scalpel to make a cut on his hip bone.

"Shinra… Please save me. Get me out of this. I know you can do it. If you only stop giving me drugs, I can be strong enough to fight the chains off myself. You just have to lie to Izaya about giving me drugs. You have to save me! He'll kill me!"

What Shizuo probably didn't realize was that Shinra had no thought of saving him.

"Maybe," Shizuo thought "he'll kill me before Izaya is able to do it."

There was no sympathy in his former friend's eyes. The young doctor put his gloved hand to his behind, caressing his behind. Not again… Not just one day after Izaya. Hadn't they had enough?

"No. No, no, no, stop. Please, I'm sorry for whatever I've done. Please, just-"

Shinra thrust his forefinger inside until the knuckle. The money collector only whimpered as he turned his head to the ceiling. This was not true. It's not possible for Shinra to put him into so much pain. There were already three fingers thrusting inside by now and Shinra seemed to search for something. The same thing Izaya found yesterday night? (was it even night? The cellar had no windows)

He crooked his fingers slightly to one side, moving them around, scratching a bit of his sensitive insides. It hurt too much. Did the drugs make him more sensitive or was it because of what happened yesterday? Shizuo shuddered violently when Shinra had found his prostate. Of course, he was a doctor; he'd know where it's placed. If he wanted to, he could give him the most painful experience or the most pleasurable one.

"Shizuo-kun, do you feel pain or pleasure right now? Which one is it? Tell me everything you feel." Shinra said it with a light-hearted voice. This was not a game!

"You want to know what I feel? I feel anger. It's your fault-" Shizuo stopped suddenly, as Shinra held his scalpel in between Shizuo's widened eyes. That seemed to be the quiet before the storm. What would the doctor do if he moved an inch? Would he stab him? In his eye? Between his eyes? Besides the trembling form, Shizuo didn't even dare to breath. His former friend was scary. It's a word he wouldn't have ever used to describe him. It was always reserved for the flea, but not for his friends.

"Shizuo-kun… Tell me, what would happen if I moved this scalpel to your eye? Would your pupil widen out of fear? Or would you empty yourself?" This was so fucked up. Shinra couldn't possible mean to cut his eye out? This was the worst, this was not Shinra. Shizuo kept still the whole time. Better not say anything this time.

"Trying to be brave, Shizuo-kun? That's fine for me. I just need some things to research."

Yet again a needle was inserted in his arm. The doctor wanted to take a blood sample from the former bartender. Ok, that's not too bad. He could survive this.

"Just let me take some blood samples from you, Shizuo-kun"

Shizuo suddenly remembered this sentence from his former friend back when they were in high-school. It was said in a joking matter. Wasn't he just joking back then?

The young doctor took 1 litre blood and still more. Shinra only wanted to know how many litres blood it took for Shizuo to pass out. Truth be told, Shizuo already felt dizzy and his sight was blurry. Trembling, his eyes slowly closed, in verge of passing out, as the needle was pulled out.

"It's not just your time to pass out, but I have written down the time you'd pass out. Let's try something different."

The former bartender barely registered the energetic voice. His vision almost went black, before a slap pulled him away from unconsciousness.

"It's not time to sleep yet!" Shinra said with his light-hearted voice. This voice had always been cheerful in Shizuo's eyes but right now… it was only scary. A cheerful voice in a dark room only filled with a table, chains and torture instruments. Not even Izaya could compete that with his eerie smirk.

A hand was touching his left thigh, stroking it while he slid a stun gun along his leg. Either Shizuo was ticklish or he was scared of the gun. Electro shocks could leave his brain damaged permanently. He could be paralyzed. If Shinra shocked him too much, it could kill him.

No, thought Shizuo. Shinra wouldn't kill him or do permanent harm.

It was Shinra after all! But even if they'd been friends, the doctor grabbed a pair of scissors and waved them in front of the bound man. Arbitrary, the doctor began to cut the hair of the blond-haired, but not evenly, not a common haircut – he just wildly swung his scissor around, cutting here and there, leaving a horrible mess.

"I was never a good hairdresser, but I've always wanted to try something." This randomness was unusual from him. But Shizuo guessed he wasn't quite sane anymore. Randomly cutting hair was not an experiment anymore. It was for Shinra's own pleasure, own joy to play.

Izaya had watched the scene from his display and grew more and more uncomfortable. Maybe soon, he should join in too. It'd surely be more fun. The little doctor had played enough with him alone and since the informant was the one who could kidnap his enemy, there should still be a prize waiting for him. After all not only did he deserve the money Shinra had paid him, but also the panting man on the display. Thoroughly he'll make his enemy finally disappear and his dream of him dying would become true.