So I wrote this sooner then I planned, just skipping and ignoring Monster exist, but oh well, I like this one better anywise. So this chapter is different then the earlier ones, so I'm not sure will you like it, but I hope you do. I got such nice comments last time and I was like omg I'm blushing when RetroSlashTrack called me a talented writer, thank you so much, you have no idea how much it means to me. Btw, does anybody else find Namie's uncle's name totally and utterly weird. I seriously had to look it up every single time I wrote it in the text, because I couldn't memories it.

Disclaimer: Why is fan fiction called fan fiction?

Seitarou Yagiri blew a cloud of smoke from his cigar, watching the young boy who tried to regain his breath. The boy was bleeding and shaking, those miserable eyes directed to the floor, not daring to look up, for not to anger the man. Truth to be told Seitarou didn't mean to go this far, he didn't intend to make the boy bleed. He was just so caught up in his rage that he had completely forgotten about the boy's well being. He didn't particularly care for the boy, he was just a present for Namie, a toy like no other to make up for all the dolls he brought and she hated. Still, that meant he shouldn't go and break Namie's toy. It was hers to decide what to do with. He sighed and kneeled next to the boy, who immediately recoiled, fear dancing in his eyes.

"No more! P-p-please, no m-m-more." The boy stuttered over his words, while trying to melt down into the wall.

This worried Seitarou. Izaya stuttered over his words when he was younger, but got over it quickly, around the same time when the memories of the research center started leaving his mind. If he stuttered now, that meant he was really scared. He wanted to discipline the boy, not scar him for life.

"It's okay Izaya. It's all over now." He said laying a hand on Izaya's bony shoulder.

"I'll be good, I will. I'll be good." Izaya promised silently, his voice shaking all the way.

"Yes, I know you will. You are a good boy."

"Good boy, good Izaya?" the child murmured, finally looking up.

"That's right. But even good boys sometimes cross a line. You crossed a line today Izaya. I had to punish you."

"I know." Izaya sighed, his gaze dropping again, "I didn't mean to be bad."

"I know you didn't, but I needed to be sure you never do anything like that on purpose. Do you understand this Izaya?"

The boy looked up, his eyes far and disconcerted. Then he smiled. He smiled a smile that wasn't there, no really. A smile of a drunk person. A smile of a lost person. A smile of a beaten boy, whose blood oozed down his bare chest. He wasn't focused, he wasn't there. Izaya wasn't there, but the doll that he was turned into was.

"I'll be good. No more bad Izaya. I'll watch, I will. I'll be good. Izaya will be a good boy. Make his masters proud. Make his masters smile. Make Namie smile…Namie…can I see Namie now? Please sir, Izaya be good, Izaya promise."

Seitarou frowned at Izaya's distorted speech. How far gone was Izaya? Has he really broken the boy? He always knew that Izaya is completely obedient and that he would listen to his commands no matter what, but something like this. He never saw the boy this…this…absentminded. It was worrying. Very worrying. If the boy couldn't focus right…

"He he, I'm red. Izaya is red…why is Izaya red?" he was interrupted by boys voice, it sounded like he was somewhere between bursting out in giggles and bursting out in tears.

Izaya stared at his bloody arm in distracted amusement, giggling slightly as he saw more blood pouring down his chest. Before Seitarou could say anything, Izaya experimentally poked at one of his wounds and his happy face was instantly replaced with the grimace of pain as he winced back, curling up in the corner. That one string of pain has reminded his mind of the fact that his whole body hurt, and a lot.

"The red hurts, sir. Please make the red stop hurting, sir. I'll be good." The boy whimpered softly.

"I can't do that Izaya…"

"I'll be very good."

"…I can't make the pain go away…"

"I'll be very, very good."

"…just by waving my hand or something…"

"I'll be extra good."

"…you'll have to wait for that. But you'll get better soon enough."

The boy calmed down after that, sitting in his corner and whimpering from time to time. Seitarou took that time to search for bandages he always kept in his office. When he finally found them he kneeled back in front of the boy and waved his hand experimentally in front of his eyes.

"Izaya, are you with me?"

The boy blinked a few times and Seitarou felt relief when his eyes finally started to focus.

"Yes, sir."

"Good, fix yourself up then. I have business to attend to." He said handing Izaya the bandages.

Once he received an obedient nod accompanied by a yes, sir, he moved back to his table to finish up his forms, leaving Izaya to his business.

"Sir?"

"What is it, Izaya?" he groaned, lifting his head up to meet the boy's eyes.

"Well it's just that…this blood is going to dry quickly, sir."

Seitarou raised his eyebrow, not seeing what boy was aiming at; "What do you mean Izaya?"

"Well, you see, sir…it is hard to get the dried blood out of the carpet, so I was just thinking I should do it now, before it dries. If that's alright, sir."

Seitarou blinked a few times in confusion. He just whipped that boy with a belt. That boy just had a slight brake down only a few minutes ago. That was his blood on the floor. And what was the boy worrying about? Will the stain stay or not. Seitarou was confused by that, he expected from Izaya to stay down on the floor whimpering and crying for at least a half an hour. But no. Izaya had better things to do. Izaya had to wipe his blood from his master's carpet. That was the most important thing on his mind right now. A carpet of the man he feared and should hate but doesn't, was more important to him that his own pain. Oh, how loyal he was. A loyal little lapdog.

Realizing that Izaya was still waiting for an answer he nodded his head.

"Yes, go do that Izaya. Wouldn't be nice to have a blood stain on the carpet, huh. Rather off-putting, don't you think?"

"Yes, sir." Izaya obediently confirmed, lifting himself up with the help of the wall.

Seitarou watched as the boy searched for cleaning supplies in one of the many closets. He didn't miss a wince he made while he was getting up, or the slight limp that appeared when he was walking. You'll kill yourself this way, you silly boy he thought as he watched Izaya who silently cleaned the carpet and tried to keep his breathing in control at the same time, you'll kill yourself and then what boy? Is it really worth it? Do you really think it's worth it? You're such a strange boy. He thought before he went back to his documents.

He didn't pay attention to Izaya after that. Izaya finished his cleaning and obediently sat down in his corner, checking up first is he bleeding on it again. He knew that he is supposed to be good and quiet and not disturb Namie's uncle while he is working. Namie's uncle is going to let him leave the room when he feels like it. Waiting was just another part of the punishment, the most hurtful part for Izaya. Izaya never liked to be alone, and even though he wasn't completely alone right now, he felt like it. He couldn't talk to Namie's uncle because he was forbidden to disturb him, and he also had no idea what would he talk to him about. Namie's uncle wasn't same as Namie. With Namie he could talk about anything, but with her uncle he always felt uneasy, like he was a step from causing a disaster. He had to take his punishment to the end, and so he did. He stayed silent as the minutes slipped by, wondering is Namie sad right now, because she looked sad when he left and wondering was Namie's uncle to preoccupied with work to remember that he is supposed to let Izaya out, one when his punishment is over. Maybe his punishment was just still lasting. He knew he was really bad, although he didn't know in what way. But it seemed like Namie's uncle wasn't as mad at him as he was before, so maybe the punishment will end soon.

He wanted it to end soon, his whole body hurt and right now he just wanted to curl up in Namie's arms and sleep. But he knew that that's not going to happen. Even if Namie's uncle would let him go right now, he still had no time to sleep, he had chores to do, and then he had to see what he would make for dinner…oh no. Oh no, no, no. He had completely forgotten. Namie's celebratory lunch. It was one the table and Namie and Seiji could eat it freely, but still…he ruined it…he ruined her lunch with his bad behavior. She must've been so upset with him that she wasn't even in the mood to eat. Oh, what did he do?! He was such trouble; he didn't even know why Namie still kept him. If he wasn't here then she could have her lunch in peace, with both her uncle and her brother, smiling and laughing like he wanted her to do.

Then he realized it. He realized what he had done. He tore this family apart. Because of him Namie argued with her brother and her uncle, they were all happy until he came. It was all because of him, Namie was sad because of him. He brought her pain. He wanted to make her happy, but he ruined her life. He separated her from her family for his own selfish love. Who did he thought he was? He was just some stupid mutt, just like Seiji said, and he ruined her life. How could he? How dared he? Namie was so much better than he was. He didn't deserve all the love she gave him. Heck, he didn't deserve anything. He was a dog, a stupid, mindless, flea-bitten dog, she took pity one. And how did he repay her kindness? By ruining her life, that's how. He hated himself, he hated himself for doing that to her. He owed her his life, and he ruined hers. And to top it all he asked protection from her when Seiji or her uncle would beat him. They saw what he did, but he himself didn't. He deserved every single punch he got, every kick, every slap, every trip. He deserved to be locked out in the rain like a dog, for he was a dog, he deserved to be beaten with a belt, for he was bad, no not bad, he was terrible. He deserved everything he got and so much more.

Seitarou lifted his gaze from the papers at the sound of sobbing coming from the corner. He completely forgot that Izaya was there. The boy must be pretty lonely when he is crying like that, usually he would stay silent no matter how long did he have to sit still. But this time Izaya was crying disconsolately, gripping his legs near his chest and digging his head right in them. Seitarou sighed, glancing at the clock and deciding that it's about time to let Izaya go.

"Izaya you can go to Namie now, your punishment is over."

Instead of yelling out a hyperactive thank you, sir and bouncing of like Seitarou expected, Izaya only cried out louder, shaking his head no and clawing at his knees more. Seitarou didn't know how to react to this. He had no idea what came over the boy to make him act this way. Further more Izaya never refused to listen something he told him to do. It did not feel right. Izaya was an obedient little puppet, was he not?

"I'll make Namie sad. I'm bad, I'm so bad. Namie is sad because of me. I ruined it, I ruined it all."

"What are you talking about boy?"

"I made her sad, I made her cry. I was so bad and I just now see it. I'm sorry, I am, I'm so, so sorry. I really am. I'm sorry. I'm a terrible person, I should die. I should just die. Everybody would be happier if I died."

With that Izaya broke into an even harder fit of sobs, crying his heart out in front of the confused man. Seitarou stared at the crying boy not knowing what to do. Izaya never acted this way, and he has certainly never expressed a wish to die. He was a happy child, a happy child that lived for love. Seitarou couldn't understand where all this self-hate came from. He stood up and approached the boy carefully, kneeling down on his level.

"Now, now, Izaya. What's that all about?"

"I'm a terrible person. I should die." The boy repeated himself.

"Why is that Izaya? Why do you think you should die?"

"I ruined Namie's life. She was happy before and now she is sad all the time, because of me." The boy sobbed.

"It not your fault Izaya. The things just turned out this way."

"Namie hates me, doesn't she? She hates me but she hides it, so she wouldn't hurt my feelings."

"If she hated you, she wouldn't care about your feelings."

Izaya's tear filled eyes looked up in slight hope. That made sense, that could be true.

"Look Izaya, I don't like to admit this, but I went too far with you. I'm the one at the fault here, not you. If anything Namie hates me, and that's alright, I am to blame. I pressured you too much and I was wrong. You are a good kid Izaya. You always do what you're told and never once did you disobey me. If it's anybody's fault that things turned out like this it's mine. This was all my idea, I brought you here and made you live like this. And you still don't hate me. I'm surprised at that. But Namie does, and I don't blame her."

Izaya's eyes stopped leaking with tears by now as he listened to the man. Was Namie's uncle…apologizing to him?

"Sir…you shouldn't talk like that. Really I'm okay, don't blame yourself. I know it's my fault. And I could never hate you, sir. You raised me, gave me a home, you…"

"I took your life away and turned you into a slave, Izaya. Can't you understand this? And that's why you and Namie are going to move out."

Izaya's eyes went wide with panic as a violent shake passed through him.

"No, sir, please! If you want just kick me out, I'll go, I will! I won't complain, you'll never see me again, I promise! But please don't kick Namie out. This is her home. She deserves to be here, I don't. Don't punish her for something I did. Please sir, I don't want to ruin her life again."

"Izaya calm down already, I'm not kicking anybody out, Namie decided to leave on her own. And she is taking you with her."

The boy blinked confused; "But I was…"

"Listen to me Izaya, she doesn't hate you. She cares about you. And that's why she is leaving. So you can be safe. This environment is not good for you and that is mostly because of me. I don't control my temper very well, and everybody knows that if you stay here I'll lash out on you again. So you'll go with her, and you are going to be a good boy and listen to her, right."

Izaya's face lit up a bit as he happily nodded: "Yes, sir! Of course, sir! I'll do anything she asks from me. Anything."

"That's a good boy. Now go to Namie, alright. She is probably crying her eyes out. Tell her I'm sorry, okay. I'm a tired, old man, but that's not an excuse for acting the way I did."

"Yes, sir. Right away, sir." Izaya nodded scurrying up and on his feet and then through the door, still accompanied by that slight limp.

Seitarou shook his head in amusement thinking to himself; that loyalty is going to be his downfall, that's for sure.

Author's notes: So it turns out that Namie's uncle isn't total bad guy after all. Sorry to disappoint you about that, but for some reason I like her uncle even though I only saw like a glimpse of him in the anima. Weird right. Not to worry, Seiji is still going to remain a total jerk, because I hate him. And congratulations to HinataxTsukimiya who guessed that they will be leaving the house (not that it wasn't obvious, but oh well.) So I'm having a hard time deciding what scene should I use for the next chapter, so I'll let you chose. I'm torn between:

Izaya coming to see Namie in her room.

Just skipping forward to the moving day.

So vote for which you would rather see. I think I'll probably go with number 1. because I'll do with 2. one way or the other, but if you don't want to be bothered with that, let me know.