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Izaya ran through raging rain as his breath came out in terrified gasps. His mind was running wild in horror of what he just did. He punched Seiji. He punched him! How could he, how dared he! Him punching Seiji was like a dog biting his master's hand. It was absolutely unforgivable. Sure Seiji looked about ready to kill him, but for the sake of everything he was supposed to stay put and take his punishment, like every good dog would. He wasn't even supposed to oppose Seiji in the first place. It wasn't important what Seiji said about his parents, Seiji was the master and he was allowed to say anything he wanted. Izaya should've stayed quiet. He was not supposed to fight back. If Seiji wanted to insult him, beat him…kill him…then Izaya should've let him do it. But no, Izaya broke the rule, he punched Seiji and he ran away. Oh, how did he dare to run away after what he did? He was supposed to stay put and take the punishment he deserved for behaving so bad. If he was a good dog he would've stayed.

Was he…was he bad?

Izaya stopped in a halt at that shocking thought. He breathed heavily in exhaustion and cold rain soaked his hair, sticking his shirt to his chest. He looked miserable, he felt miserable. It could not be. Him, bad? He wasn't bad. He was good, right? He always did what he was supposed to and always listened to Namie and her uncle and Seiji…but he opposed Seiji today…he wasn't supposed to do that. He was bad, he was a bad dog, bad Izaya.

What is he going to do now?

He was terrified, he knew that Seiji could get really violent and he had no doubts that Seiji could seriously hurt him…if not even kill him. He didn't want to go back, go back where Seiji was…but he knew that he did Seiji wrong, and he is going to have to apologies and take his punishment. His body shook underneath him, in coldness and brutality of the rain, and new blossoming fear. He saw Seiji's eyes; he saw them just a few minutes ago. Those eyes wanted to hurt him, wanted to make him suffer, cry and scream. How could he find enough courage to go back, to go back in front of those eyes? He did not want to go back, he wanted to keep on running in the direction of his home and curl up next to Namie's comforting presence. He wanted to be near Namie, where it's warm and safe, and not out here, where it's deathly cold and the air is heavy with danger that lurks in the darkness.

But he was afraid. He was afraid to go back to Seiji and he was afraid to go back to Namie. What if Seiji called her? What if he called her and told her that Izaya misbehaved, that Izaya punched Seiji. Namie would surely be furious with him. He did not want Namie to be mad at him. He did not want to be a cause of her pain. And if she knew that he was so bad…she would surely kick him out. He did not want that. He needed Namie, he was addicted on her love, her presence, just her. If she was to leave him, he would surely die. He knew that.

He shook his head in shock at himself. How can he be so selfish to think only about himself? If Seiji calls Namie and tells her about how Izaya was bad, then Namie would be angry, maybe even sad. He was so selfish and hasn't even considered the way she felt, just thinking of himself. He had to go back and apologies to Seiji, beg him for forgiveness if needed. Seiji would be happy to embarrass him like that, maybe beat him up too or fill his mouth with mud or something like that. But maybe, if Izaya plays his part good enough, Seiji would satisfy himself with humiliating Izaya, and will not cause any pain to Namie. Yes, that was the best way to go.

He would have turned around and sprinted back to graveyard right then and there if he hadn't felt something. Something in his heart, aching, calling, twisting, turning, making him feel uncomfortable and anxious. Something was wrong, misplaced, something just wasn't right. Something wasn't right with Namie. He could feel it. He could sense that lingering feeling in the pit of his stomach. That was the same feeling that would alert him that Namie felt distressed in their childhood, when she needed his comfort, the same feeling that made him able to tell when she was done with school. That feeling was similar to feeling he got when she would fall off a bike somewhere in the street and that feeling would come and alert him all the way to their home. Only this time, that same feeling was ten times stronger.

He doubled over himself in pain, shutting his eyes close and trying to subside that awful feeling. That feeling clawed at his insides, yelling and cursing at him. Telling him to go find Namie, to go and find her now, before something terrible happens. He shakily stood up; hoping that obeying the orders will lessen the pain that now took place inside his stomach and his head. He looked around, trying to orientate himself in the hazy world of rain, but the pain was screaming louder and louder, taking his concentration away. He collapsed down once again, trying to regain his breath, and in the same time trying to stand up, trying to go and find Namie. Because the feeling told him that Namie needed him, that he was supposed to be there for her…that she was in danger.

"Izaya…is that you? What are you doing here? Izaya, are you okay?"

A rough voice broke through the rain and he felt a familiar pair of hands lift him of the ground. Namie's uncle looked at him in worry, trying to make him sit up on his own. But Izaya suddenly felt exhausted. So exhausted, his head fell on his chest and his eyes started to close shut. He fought the sleep long enough to inform Namie's uncle of the situation;

"Namie…something…wrong…help." He gasped out before the blackness overtook.

Seitarou Yagiri looked down at the boy with worry in his eyes. What happened to Izaya? He looked absolutely exhausted, his breathing just slightly edgy. What did the boy say? That Namie needed help? Well he might as well check on his niece, he was heading back to her house anywise, seeing as his friend forgot his keys.

He picked up the fainted boy, thinking of how lucky Izaya was for him to spot him through this hell of a rain. The boy was wet like a dog and shaking violently. Who knows how long he's been outside in the cold. He opened the back door of the car and laid the boy down, mumbling and explanation to his friend in the front seat. He started the car and proceeded on his way to Namie's house.

"What happened to him?" Shingen Kishitani spoke up, his voice muffed because of the gas mask.

"I don't know, but something is wrong. As soon as Izaya starts to act like that, something is wrong."

The car was met with an unpleasant silence, interrupted only by the sounds of Izaya's harsh breathing as they neared the house. Seitarou's heart skipped a bit when he saw it. Even through the rain he could clearly see that the doors were broken in and the windows were smashed. He stopped the car and rushed to the house. Everything inside was tipped over, signs of a fight obvious to anyone who dared to look at the blood droplets on the floor.

"Oh no, Namie…Namie! Namie are you here, answer me."

Seitarou searched the house, but Namie was not inside. A grave feeling came over him, as he connected Izaya's condition and the scene that he found. Namie was gone, somebody took her away.

"Where is Namie?" Izaya's small voice came from the front door.

"I'm sorry Seitarou, I tried to keep him in the car, but he's fa…what happened in here?"

Seitarou ignored his friend and business partner as he approached the boy who shook at the entrance. His big eyes absorbed the room, passing along the tipped over sofa and the smashed TV, to finally stop at those blooming stains of blood.

"We are too late." He whispered and collapsed down.

Seitarou grumbled and pulled the boy up, propping him against the wall in the sitting position. He grabbed Izaya's face and made him meet his eyes. He looked into those eyes, eyes full of pain and sadness. Tears started welling up in those red orbs.

"Izaya how old are you?" he asked firmly, even though he knew the answer.

"I'm seventeen, sir." Izaya whispered.

"Seventeen. You are seventeen years old and you are still bawling like a baby over here on the floor. You are too old for this Izaya. If you were hurt, then I would let it slide, but this! Izaya, Namie is in danger, we have no time for your cry fest right now. We need to find her. If you are going to help you can come with us, but if you are just going to sit there sniveling all day then I'm leaving you right here."

Izaya looked shocked and ashamed at the same time.

"So what is it going to be boy, you're gona man up for once in your life, or you're gona stay here?" Seitarou barked out, trying to shake the boy out of his trance.

"I want to help." Izaya whispered, looking down to the floor.

"That's good, because you're pretty much the one who has the biggest chances to find her." Came the doctor's voice as he poked down on some trinkets that Namie collected.

"What do you mean, Shingen?" Seitarou asked.

"Well remember when I talked to you about…" Dr. Kishitani looked at Izaya; "Would you mind leaving us for a bit boy?"

Izaya looked curious, but still obediently left the room. Dr. Kishitani turned to his friend, his expression hidden behind the mask.

"We need to find your niece before whoever kidnapped her kills her, or we'll lose the boy too." He said with worry in his voice.

"What! How?" Seitarou yelled in anger.

"Well remember when you brought me the boy and told me to make him a toy for your niece? Well you see, I was thinking that if your niece dies for some reason, you wouldn't want to keep the boy around anymore, am I right? So he is…from a lack of that better word programmed to let's say shut down as soon as she dies."

"You programmed him to die!?" Seitarou couldn't believe this. Sure his friend had some weird ideas, but programming a kid to die…;"Is there any way to stop that."

"Find the girl. He needs her. According to my calculations that unconsciousness attack he had was probably caused by her being severely injured. He depends on her; he is addicted to her presence and her life energy. Very soon, maybe even as we speak, his body will start to miss her life energy and he will get uncontrollable. He will try to feed his addiction with anything he can, firstly probably seeking things that have her scent on her, pillows, clothes and such. But eventually that won't be enough, his body is going to start to collapse and he will become more and more exhausted something like drug addicts. And well if she dies, he'll know, he'll feel it and he will die. Like a dog who dies in grieving for it master, right!"

Seitarou couldn't believe when Shingen started laughing. He started to doubt their experiment, for the first time in twelve years he asked himself what he really did when he took Izaya from the beach that day.

"But we can turn that to our advantage." Shingen exclaimed, excitedly pointing up.

"How so?"

"As I said, the boy is desperate to find his life source right now. He will go and try to find her, track her like a bloodhound, I'm sure!"

"How can he?"

"There is this very interesting theory about energy fields, you know. They say that two people who are close usually share the same energy field. That's why they sometimes seem like they know exactly what the other one is thinking and such. Experiments showed that same goes for animals. You see they did these experiments with dogs and their owners and…"

"Shingen what does any of this have to do with Izaya?"

"Would you let me finish?! So the theory was that the dogs always know when their owners are coming back from work, shopping, parties, etc. because they share the same energy field with their owners. Animals can just sense it better then we can. So the owner would use different forms of transportation every time during the experiment and came home at different times, but every single time the dog would know when its master was coming and would come out to greet him or her. I think that same goes with our little friend up there, because we meddled with his brain he is not fully able to develop as a completely independent human being, but is able to sense those energy fields better then we can and I am confident that he can lead us right to you niece."

Seitarou sighed nodding. He heard crazier things from his friend, and this one actually made sense. He remembered how Namie told him that Izaya somehow always knows when she will exit school and he remembered a couple of incidents, when both Izaya and Namie were young and Namie would fall of the bike or something a couple streets away from the house and in the house Izaya would suddenly burst through the door of his study saying that Namie is hurt, even though there was never a scream to be heard.

Izaya was never once wrong.

Not even once.

"Fine, if anybody can find her I bet its Izaya. But still call the police, I'm going to get him and then we are going to find her. You can go home yourself right?"

"Oh, no I'm going with you. This is my one chance to observe his behavior at such circumstances."

Seitarou gritted his teeth, but said nothing as he made his way to Izaya's room. The boy wasn't it there and that didn't surprise him all that much. He was in Namie's room. Of course he would be there. That was no surprise. But the state in which boy was in did surprise Seitarou. Izaya was curled up on Namie's bed, clutching her pillow against his chest, his head buried in deep. He was shaking and murmuring something inarticulate.

"Izaya my boy, are you alright." He asked taking a seat next to the boy he designed. It was cruel he knew, it was cruel to make him like this.

Izaya hiccupped from behind the pillow and Seitarou asked himself how will this boy ever be able to stand up on his own. This world is going to chew hi up and spit him out with no mercy.

"…my fault." Izaya murmured softly in crying voice.

"What did you say Izaya?"

Izaya's face rose up from behind the pillow. He was trembling, Seitarou noticed, trembling from fear. Seitarou already saw this face on Izaya. That was the face of guilt which he wore when he would come into his study, looking like a kicked puppy, to tell him that he did something bad. Something bad in Izaya's dictionary could mean all sorts of things, from not being able to do all of his chores in before his bed time to simply breaking a glass or a plate while washing them. Izaya had a strange habit to blame himself for everything and to blow every single mistake out of proportions, which is why he would always come into Seitarou's study, looking guilty and sad and scared, for him every little mistake could mean being thrown out of the house, separated from the girl he loved. Izaya more than once, when he would do something very bad in his opinion, beg to Seitarou not to kick him out, to punish him any way he pleased but please not to kick him out, sir. Izaya's eyes were like that now. Izaya was afraid of the consequences of him telling whatever he is going to tell, but also Izaya could not keep it to himself. Seitarou maybe did designee Izaya for Namie, but he made him a bit to his liking also. Izaya could not lie to any member of Yagiri family, nor could he keep a secret from them.

"This…is my fault sir…I did something very, very bad. I was very, very bad. I'm so sorry." He said and his head sunk down once again.

"What did you do Izaya, and how could that affect this?"

"I-I-I punched Seiji. I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me, sir, I just did it. I'm so very sorry, I was really scared and he looked so mad. I'm sorry. I thought that he was going to kill me, I'm so, so sorry…"

Seitarou just sat there in shock listening to Izaya's thousand apologies. Izaya punched Seiji? How is that even possible? Izaya never once did anything to oppose anyone. Izaya couldn't do that, they removed any sign of violence out of his brain, right? Was it just instinct? Pure animalistic instinct to protect oneself?

"Izaya what exactly happened?" he asked the boy who looked like he was preparing for at least a harsh slap, and another whipping at most.

Izaya shook a little but obeyed and told him a very sorrified version of the events. Seitarou was sure that Izaya mellowed down some of Seiji's parts. It was Izaya's instinct to protect Seiji and Namie even at his own expense.

"…and I think that maybe Seiji was mad at me, so he-so he-so he…" Izaya bit his lip, not able to go on.

But Seitarou got the picture. He did notice that Seiji was acting weirder than usual, but he wasn't sure would the boy actually kidnap his own sister. He took out his phone and called Seiji. Once, twice, three times…nothing. That still didn't mean anything, but Izaya's story unnerved him. What was going on with Seiji?

"Sir, am I bad?" Izaya's big dog like eyes looked up at him in complete misery.

"You mustn't punch people Izaya, and I never want you to do that again. But I won't punish you. We have better things to do now. We need to find Namie and make sure that she is safe. But never again Izaya." He said, and then added; "Not unless you do it to protect yourself or somebody, that is the only time when I will tolerate violence from you. Understood."

"Yes, sir." Izaya nodded importantly, and Seitarou knew that the lesson was permanently engraved in Izaya's mind.

"Alright, now back to the problem at hand. Dr. Kishitani told me that maybe you can sense where Namie is and lead us to her Izaya. Do you think you can do this?"

Izaya suddenly stood up, look of deep concentration on his face. He slowly nodded looking very sure in himself.

"Yes, I'm sure I can, sir. I'll find her. I will!"

"Good boy, Izaya. Get yourself down in the car and let's go."

Izaya followed his orders and looked at the misty horizon as the car started. He will follow that feeling in his heart, that feeling that always told him where Namie was, and is she safe. He will find her, he will save her. He will save her, and with her he will save himself as well.

Author's notes: UUUUH Izaya's Namie senses are tingling! Am I the only one who thought of that? Yes? Okay? About the whole energy field thing, my grandma told me that she saw some show on that (or was it the electric fields) so I'm not really sure did I got everything correctly, but it's somewhere near the scientific true. So today you got a new chapter and a small science lesson, good for you. Am I the only one who loves imagining Izaya with puppy dog eyes? Am I annoying you with dog references? I'm so sorry, but puppy dog eyes on an anime character are a pure win on me, if they use them on me they can pretty much have we swooning of my feet, so yeah…the weird thing is that I'm actually more of a cat person…but who can resist puppy dog eyes I mean come on…what am I talking about again? Oh well, please review!