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Izaya drowned in muffling silence that filled the car. They were driving for hours, directed only by Izaya's senses. Izaya did not feel good. It felt wrong not to have Namie near and his soul hurt him a lot, the pain spreading through the rest of his body like wildfire. It hurt. It hurt so much; it hurt so much to be alone. He wanted Naime back, that's all. He just wanted for her to come back and take the pain away. He pushed his head into Seitarou's lap, begging for any kind of comfort. Seitarou grumbled but didn't push him away, laying his big hand on Izaya's head. He knew how boy felt, and he knew that since he created the boy he is responsible for him. Seitarou was sitting in the passenger's seat at the moment. Him and Dr. Kishitani were switching there roles as a driver every few hours. Izaya was sitting on the floor in the back, trying his best to get some attention, some love. His body burned with desire to be loved again.

"Please sir, make it stop, make it stop." He whimpered out, pushing his head further into man's hand.

Seitarou sighed, picking the boy up and sitting him on his lap. Izaya curled up like a kitten starved of affection. He was trembling all over and looking like an abounded little puppy, begging to be picked up and loved again.

"I'm sorry, sir, I really did try. I failed you, sir."

"What are you rambling on about boy?" Seitarou grumbled which earned him a wince from Izaya.

"I lost her. You told me to be hers and only hers, never to leave her side. You told me to always listen to her and do what ever she says. And now she is in danger because of me. I'm such failure."

"Izaya, shut up."

The boy hiccupped and obeyed the given command, nuzzling closer to man's comforting warmth. It wasn't enough, he needed Namie, he wanted Namie. But her uncle is just going to have to do until he finds his love again.

Seitarou played with the boy's hair, trying to think. The boy has been way too loud, so he had to silence him, even though he did understand that the boy was in pain. But finding Namie was the most important thing now. The police was already informed, but him and Shingen had a better chance in finding her with Izaya by their side. He had a gun ready for whoever dared to do this to his beloved niece.

"Were to, Izaya?" Shingen asked as he slowed down on another intersection.

The boy wordlessly pointed left, still obeying his be quiet command. Shingen turned left, having no doubts in the boy. They were in a thick birch forest, on the ground road. Izaya hiccupped every time when they want over a bump on the road and honestly, it was getting a bit annoying. Seitarou picked up the boy once again and this time he pushed him back to the back seat. Izaya made a move to come back upfront, but he showed his hand into boy's chest locking him in the place. He flipped the seat belt over him, safely trapping him in the back. Izaya's pain filled eyes looked up at him with tears about to fall, wondering, asking what he did wrong?

"Izaya, stay." Was the only answer he gave to the boy, turning his back to does betrayed eyes.

Izaya whimpered apologetically, mutely asking his master to forgive him for doing whatever bad he did. But he master did not turn back and Izaya was left all alone with that massive pain resting in his chest. He hugged himself, trying not to cry, but he felt so alone, so alone and abandoned.

"Izaya stop your wining already, you're not a kid anymore." Seitarou growled.

Izaya sniffed, trying to calm down. But Namie's uncle did not understand. The pain was immense, unbearable, and Izaya once again found himself wiping tears from his eyes. He missed Namie, he missed her so much. His heart ached for her, for her touch, her scent, her love.

Will she ever love him again?

After he failed her like that, will she love him? What if she just throws him out, out in the cruel rain of the world? He could not survive if that was to happen. He would miss her too much, his heart would break, it would, he knew. He whimpered in pain and loneliness, grasping his knees near his chest and digging his head into them.

He could not let go. He could not let go of his childish love and that's what kept him a child, preventing him to grow mentally. Izaya craved for attention, he craved for love, he was falling apart without it. He leaned forward and laid his head on his master's shoulder, begging for attention.

"Please sir, I can't take it any more. It hurts. It hurts a lot." He dropped down the no talking command, even though he knew that would only annoy his master further.

Then just as Seitarou was turning around to answer him, something in Izaya exploded. He let out a laud screech of pain, as lava of emotions bit his insides. A shock of electricity filled his body, making him scream and within his mind he heard a single scream that did not belong to him.

It belonged to her.

Namie was screaming.

Protect her.

His body moved on its owned as his instincts kicked in. His master's mouth were opening and closing, but it all fell on deaf ears. His only mission was to find her now. To find her and…

Keep her safe. Keep her safe with your life.

…rescue her from the pain she was in. He doses not know or care how, but somehow he weaseled his way out of the seat belt and opened the car door.

"Izaya! Wait!" a single shout came through too his panicked mind, but it was too late.

He jumped out of the car, landing swiftly on his feet and continuing his run with not a second to stop, look back and ask himself what is he doing. His mind was set only on one thing, only on her. He was a dog on a mission. A mission to find his beloved master, to put and end to this pain of separation. He did not think about his actions, he just acted, feeling her so close and yet so far. She was in pain; he was supposed to stop that.

Izaya's breaths grew hard and labored as he made his way through the tick forest. Leaves danced around him as his sprinting legs would bring them up. He moved fast, in feline like movements, dodging the upcoming trees, faster and faster, ignoring the aching pain in his lungs. In his mind breathing took second place to one thing he cared about the most.

"Namie, Namie, Namie, Namie." He whispered as he ran, keeping himself going in search oh his love.

Love her. Love her no matter what. She is your master. Master of your heart, soul and body. What she says you do, never oppose her. Never do you hear me! She is you love, your life, your master…

Izaya ran in desperate search, his lungs begging for air and his muscles begging for rest. But it was his soul and his heart that begged the loudest. Find her, they begged. Find her and everything will be alright. There will be no more pain; you will be able to breathe again.

FIND HER!

…your god.

SAVE HER!

She is your god.

NEVER LET HER GO AGAIN.

You will obey her.

Izaya Orihara did indeed love Namie Yagiri. That love was pure, childish but strong. Stronger then any other love in the world. And the reason for that love to be so strong…was in its dirty, dark roots.

Five year old Izaya Orihara sniffled when he woke up once again. He was in a dark, cold room, and he had no idea how he got there. The last thing he remembered was being at the beach with his parents…when something grabbed him.

"Mommy? Daddy? Where are you? Where am I?" he wailed, his sore-full cries drowning in ever-present silence of the room.

Izaya looked around, trying to understand what was going on. Was this some kind of game? For it wasn't fun. He was scared and lonely and hungry and he wanted to go home.

"Mommy? Where are you mommy? I'm scared mommy, please come back."

The room was big and dark and there was a big table not far from where Izaya was sitting. Something gleamed on the table and Izaya froze and gulped, standing perfectly still as not to alert the monsters shiny eyes. Now he was really scared. He was trapped in a dark room with a monster with shiny eyes.

Suddenly the door creaked open and he spun around, hoping that his daddy came to save him from the monster. But at the door was not his daddy, but two large strange men. One wore a white coat like a doctor and Izaya didn't like that. He wasn't sick so why did the doctor need to come. Izaya didn't like doctors. Doctors were big and scary and they had needles and they would always say; "This won't hurt a bit." And then it would hurt a lot. Doctors were liars.

The doctor, oblivious to Izaya's thoughts against him, strode of to the table and picked up the monster. That was the scariest monster that Izaya has ever seen and his eyes went saucer huge at the sight of the biggest needle in the world, filled with liquid red as blood. That was not...going in him, right? Izaya gulped loudly and suddenly he felt picked up by the other man. He was seated on the table, way too close to the evil needle.

"Are you sure in this Seitarou?" the doctor asked.

"Of course I am." The man responded gruffly.

And suddenly the needle was stuck in Izaya's arm, ripping through his skin like a knife. He screamed and struggled for the liquid, that started to mix with his blood, burned his body. He shrieked, kicked and punched, trying to get away from the pain that got worse by the minute, but the man held him firmly. Finally, when every last drop of the red liquid entered Izaya, the doctor pulled the syringe out and Izaya broke down in tears.

"Stop it, stop it, I want my mommy. Where are you mommy?"

His wails were interrupted by a laud slap and Izaya stopped crying contained in the shock of the moment. He was never slapped before. This was shocking to his five year old mind. And the thing that shocked him even worse came after the slap.

"Don't call for your mother, for you have none. You have no mother, no father, and no family. Understood."

What did the big man mean? Of course he had a family, everybody has a family.

"What do you…aaah!" Izaya screamed as a ripping pain went through his mind, stopping him from opposing the man.

The pain continued as the man spoke further and the pain engraved those words into boy's delicate mind.

"Your name will be Izaya and just Izaya from now on, no surname. You will obey or you will die. Right now you are no one, you are dead for the rest of the world and you will be reborn, but you will be reborn in the creature that I want you to become."

Izaya's head was spinning in confusion as something red and hungry entered his brain and ate away his fragile childish memories until there was nothing left. He was floating, he was floating in nothingness that was inhabited only by the man's words. And his brain took the words and accepted them, because for Izaya there was nothing more, nothing more that was left.

Next few weeks were filled with repetitive brainwashing, torture, lessons and training. They wanted to make sure that they deleted every single bit of boy's memories. They trained him to become a perfect little pet that would obey every single order with no questions. Sometimes, small fragments of the memories were released in his mind and he would try to escape, only to be brought back and punished thoroughly, having more Saika injected in him.

Then came the day when he could not handle the pain of loneliness anymore. He cried all day as the Saika monster clawed at his insides, feeling, tasting that the end of the training is near. The monster wanted to love and it cared not for the boy it destroyed in the process.

And then, just as he though he would die out of loneliness, she came. His black haired angel. Angel with soft hands that so comfortingly stroked his hair, his cheeks, chasing the pain away,

lulling him to peaceful sleep.

He wowed that he would love and protect her forever.

"Namie." He gasped out one last time as he came to halt in front of the moldy, old house were his senses indicated Namie was.

He walked in carefully, as quietly as he could, holding his breath as fear finally showed its ugly face. But still, there was no fear for himself. Oh no, he was not important at all. But if something was to happen to Namie…he could not bare that. He stepped carefully, not to step on any creaking floor board as he held his breath in unease. He listened to his heart direct him to the door of the room and he carefully opened them, gasping at the sight.

Namie was lying on the floor, unconscious, blood slowly trickling down her forehead. Her arms and legs were tied up. Her clothes were bloodied and muddy, her cheeks and arms bruised with punches. There was some kind of belt around her waist.

He did not think twice as he ran to her side and hugged her tightly, promising her that everything will be okay.

"Ahh, look who decided to join the party!" A familiar voice rang through and the sound of the door being closed shut snapped Izaya's head up.

Seiji stood in front of the door, a victorious grin on his lips and two small devices in his hands.

"Seiji?" Izaya whispered his fear apparent.

Yes, Izaya was three years older then Seiji…but Seiji was still his master. And Izaya was afraid of him. Actually he was traumatically horrified of Seiji. Seiji was a bad person; Izaya knew that, he felt that. But he wasn't allowed to say anything.

"Did you know that my sister and uncle took Her away from me?" Seiji asked, not really looking for an answer; "So I thought, if I'm not allowed to be with my love, then neither is Namie. That's only fair, wouldn't you agree?"

"I'm not her love, just her pet." Izaya could practically hear his heart thumping as he hugged Namie closer, begging her to wake up and save him.

"True, true. But she still cares about you and that is a kind of love. If I can't have my love, she can't have hers. So I'm claiming you now. Izaya come here!"

Izaya felt his muscles react to the command and sway him forwards a bit, but his terrified brain decided to interview at that point making him go back down. He curled up next to Namie and shook his head no.

"No? Oh well, then you leave me no choice. Say Izaya, do you know what this is?"

Seiji lifted up one of devices that had a big red button on it. Izaya shook his head no.

"Heh, you really are an idiot. This is a bomb detonator, you incompetent fool. And the bomb is on Namie. Now, I'm sure that you are smart enough to know what a bomb is, right?"

Izaya's eyes went wide as they settled on Namie's waist. Sure enough she had bombs tied around her. How could Seiji do this, Namie was his own sister.

"Now I'm going to count to three and if you don't get yourself over here by then, Namie goes boom, alright?" Seiji said like talking to a toddler; "One…"

There was never two or three for Izaya bolted from his position and straight to Seiji, not thinking once about himself.

"Please don't kill her Seiji, I'll do what ever you want, just don't kill her" Izaya begged, digging his head into Seiji's leg, hiding his tears.

"Let go of me you disgusting mutt and don't call me by my name you don't deserve that. You are a dog and I'm you master, got that or is your brain to small to actually process all of that at once!?"

"I'm sorry master." Izaya whispered, curling up in himself, tears streaming freely.

"Whatever, turn around now, there is one more thing I have to do before we go." Seiji grumbled, toying with the second device.

Izaya gave him a questionable look but made no complaints as he obeyed the order. Once he had his back turned to Seiji, Seiji grabbed his head pushing it down, exposing the thin, porcelain colored neck. And then he showed the device in the base of the older boy's neck. Izaya screamed in pain as electricity ran through him and he felt his skin burn where the device has touched him. He fell unconscious as soon as device left his neck. In its place there stood a small burn mark.

Seiji smiled in satisfaction and pulled the older boy away, knowing that his uncle is soon to find his sister. But by then, Seiji would already be long gone with his newest possession.

-With Seitarou and Shingen, 15 or so min. before-

Seitarou cursed out loud as the boy disappeared into the forest.

Shingen whistled and chuckled; "Quite a runner isn't he, how are we going to find him now?"

Setarou dug through his pockets and fished out his mobile phone. He entered some kind of code and the landscape appeared on the screen with a single, red, fast-moving dot.

The doctor chuckled again; "Is that what I think it is? You tagged the boy?"

"It just a small chip in his neck, he doesn't even know its there, now come on we have a kid to follow."

They exited the car, and started following the red dot that presented Izaya.

"And I don't see why tagging him would be strange." Seitarou continued; "He is a project worth millions, it's only natural from me to protect my investments."

"I'll just call it your own, little way of being overprotective." Shingen chuckled, which got him a glare from his friend.

They followed the dot for ten more minutes, until it suddenly disappeared. Seitarou stared blankly into the screen, wondering what could have happened.

"It's almost like…somebody fried out the chip…" he said confused and a little worried about what might have happened to the boy.

"Well let's keep looking; he can't be far from here."

Twenty more minutes will pass until they find the house and tied up Namie…but no Izaya in sight.

Author's notes: Dun dun dun duuuun, oh the horror of me, can't I just get the poor guy a brake…pfft hahahahahahahhahaha of course not, to bad for you Izaya but I'm one sadistic writer. Oh well. I just really wanted to get Izaya chipped for some reason, lol Seitarou is a crazy stalker. And guess what guys I finally learned to spell Seitarou's name without having to look it up. How awesome am I….(cue cricket ciphering in the background (oh my…there are actual crickets ciphering outside my window…creepy…pfft not)) Ahh Darth Zannah I'm so glad you like my little notes, you get a free duck just for that "holds up a duck"

Sapphire: Why in the name of the world are you giving ducks out.

Me: Well because we are celebrating Duck Day of course.

…

Sapphire: There is no such thing as Duck Day -_-

Me: Yes there is.

Sapph: No there is not.

Me: Is too.

Sapph: Is not.

Me: Is too.

Sapph: Is. not.

Me: I bet there is a Duck Day somewhere in the world and for me it's today so everybody gets a free duck! Don't eat them please.

Oh and please review and I will throw in chibi Izaya too.

Sapphire: We produce those?

Me: We do now!